Chun Feng Du Jian

Forgot when it started, Wen Heng rarely took the initiative to get close to anyone, or obviously helped someone.As the only son of Prince Qing, he knew very well that his every move would be magnified and scrutinized by others.Many times, what he thinks is "good" is arsenic/cream/poison/poison to others.

He has such a habit, so when he stepped into this yard for the first time and saw the little thing hiding on the wall, Wen Heng didn't scream, and didn't intend to disturb him.But I didn't expect that the second time I ran into him, Fan Yang yelled him off the tree, Wen Heng caught him, and seeing how hungry he was, he really couldn't bear to let him go, so he simply meddled in his own business.

It's just that I didn't expect to pull out the radish and bring out the mud, and after I was full and washed, there would be one problem after another.

"Okay, don't cry." Wen Heng thought for a moment, sighed, and said softly: "I guess it's not that you don't want to go with me, but that you are afraid that the person chasing you will come to your door and implicate me because of you alone. Yes or no?"

This inference without cause and effect shocked the child, even Fan Yang's eyes widened, and he asked in surprise, "How did you know, my lord?"

Wen Heng pushed a handkerchief over: "Wipe your face first, what a big deal, it's like crying like something."

The origin of this child is not difficult to infer. Although the clothes on his body are tattered, the fabric is still strong and fits well. It doesn't look like they were picked up.Moreover, there were no calluses on his hands and knees, only some scratches and scratches, and the color was still new. It could be seen that he was not a vagrant who made a living by begging, but a child lost in a small family.

"I think you're not a beggar, but you just started wandering recently. Forty miles north of Bao'an Temple is the capital, and there are villages and towns around it. Whether you're begging for food or getting lost and asking for help, you should go to crowded places." , but you would rather come to the temple to steal dates than let the monks find you. Thinking about it this way, you probably didn’t get lost by yourself, but were abducted by human traffickers, forced to leave your parents’ hometown, and fled here again, right? "

The child was so dumbfounded that he even forgot to cry, and nodded in a daze.

Wen Heng continued: "You are very smart, you can understand what I'm talking about, you have no hostility towards us, you just have fear in your heart, afraid that the bad guy will come after us and implicate us, and also afraid that we won't be able to protect you."

Although Fan Yang didn't know how Wen Heng's mind was, it didn't prevent him from applauding at all: "Young master is very resourceful, and I really admire my subordinates."

Wen Heng glanced at him, and continued: "Look, my men are not only good at flattering, but also good at kung fu. Do you believe that we can protect you?"

Fan Yang blushed from his ridicule, and quickly coughed a few times in a pretentious manner.Wen Heng didn't bother to talk to him, and said to the child: "You can think about it carefully, whether you go or stay, I won't stop you. But it's frosty tonight and it's cold outside, so just stay here for the night."

His attitude here is convincingly sincere.The child seemed to be moved by his persuasion, and didn't struggle anymore.So after the meal, Fan Yang took the child away, found an empty bed for him in the other guard room, settled it properly, and came back to report to Wen Heng.The master and servant finally got to be alone, so he finally asked the doubts that had been suppressed in his heart: "My lord, is there anything special about that kid?"

"Huh?" Wen Heng said, "Why do you ask that?"

Fan Yang said: "Forgive me, my son. I see that you don't seem to be nosy at ordinary times, but today you are quite concerned about this child and have doubts in your heart, so I dare to ask."

"It's really special." Wen Heng leaned lazily on the side of the table with one hand in his hand, "Didn't you notice that he has extraordinary bones and excellent aptitude, and he is a good seed for learning martial arts."

Fan Yang didn't notice it at all, and could only follow Wen Heng's train of thought: "So you want to bring him into the palace and train him well?".

"That's right." Wen Heng said slowly, "I guess he was abducted, maybe even taken into captivity, because of this talent in eight out of ten. You have to be prepared, if someone seeks revenge, you can Bao still try to protect him once. The precious pearl comes from a humble clam, if you teach it well, this son's future will be limitless."

Fan Yang was convinced: "Obey."

Wen Heng handed over a thin letterhead: "You find someone to send this letter back to the mansion for me, and take a bottle of Woxue Green Bamboo Pills by the way."

Woxue Green Bamboo Pill is an antidote elixir hidden in the palace, Fan Yang was taken aback: "Why did your son take the medicine? Where is it—"

"Just in case." Wen Heng interrupted him, "Don't panic. Go ahead."

In winter, it gets dark early, and dinner is delayed for a long time. When everything is cleaned up, the night outside the window is already deep.Wen Heng felt sleepy while listening to the scriptures in the afternoon, but now he is more energetic.He had nothing else to do, so he simply put on his coat and went out, planning to take a walk to digest food, while thinking about how to settle down the child.

It was quiet outside, and the paper lanterns could only illuminate an inch of land under the eaves. Fortunately, the moon was full tonight, and the ground was full of silver and snow. He walked down the steps slowly, like stepping into a river paved with light gauze.This was supposed to be a cool and peaceful scene, but Wen Heng frowned as soon as he stood still in the courtyard.

Walking along with the rustling movements, Wen Heng looked at the stable which was only separated from the yard by a wall, and felt a rare sense of stuffiness.

The child who supposedly should sleep peacefully in the guard's room, which he had spent some time thinking about, was building a nest for himself in the corner of the stable with straw in his arms.In the early winter season, the night wind was bitterly cold, his clothes were thin, and his limbs shook like chaff from the cold, but even so, he refused to obey the arrangement obediently.

The back view reveals loneliness without words, and there is also a kind of stubbornness that never turns back.

Wen Heng had never met such a recalcitrant child, and was stunned for a moment, but just as he was about to speak, a thought suddenly popped up in his heart: It seemed that he cared about this child for no reason, but Thinking about it carefully, intelligent, precocious, sensitive and stubborn... These traits that make him angry are so familiar. When Wen Heng was this age, his name appeared together with these words more than once.

In other words, when Wen Heng watched the child avoid and retreat again and again, he might not have seen those years when he stayed behind closed doors and hated himself.

So now that he has finally found a way to go on, can he also try to give others a hand?

"Busy now?"

In the dark, he spoke abruptly, startling the straw-laying child.Turning around, I saw Wen Heng standing outside the door with his arms folded in a cloak. His side face under the moonlight was like a jade sculpture. Although it still had the childishness of a youth, it was indeed so good-looking that he was ashamed of himself, and it also made him heartbroken. Reluctant tenderness.

He stood up silently, knowing that he had made a mistake, but he didn't know what to say, so he had to hold the straw in his arms tightly.

Wen Heng took a deep breath, exhausted all his patience, and stepped into the stable.

The warm cloak fell down, enveloping him like a soft cloud, Wen Heng didn't lose his temper, just said: "Isn't it cold?"

He added: "I've been forgetting to ask, what's your name?"

The frozen body took a breath of heat, and finally began to slowly thaw, but he seemed determined to remain silent until the end, so he raised his eyes slightly to look at Wen Heng, and shook his head.

"Don't you want to say it? Then I'll call it casually." Wen Heng laughed softly, "Do you still remember what the little master in the temple said during the day? Those dates were specially reserved for the winter birds. House sparrows come to cast their nets."

"In that case, how about calling you a bird?"

The child hesitated for a moment, but actually nodded.

"Then it's settled, Ah Que." Wen Heng had a subtle feeling of being coaxed by this brat, "There's nothing you can do if you don't like it. No one told you not to speak."

Aque pursed her lips, and squeezed out a slightly trembling "um" from her chest.

"Then do you know my name?" Wen Heng asked suddenly.

Aqua shook his head.

He heard Fan Yang call him "Young Master" all the way, the monks in the temple respected him, and there were many guards around him, presumably he was the young master of a rich family.Such a kind-hearted person, who is clean, deserves to be prosperous and safe for the rest of his life, let alone being dragged down by him.

"Do you know who owns the world now?"

As soon as an answer came to Ah Que's mind, Wen Heng said: "My surname is Wen, and my name is Heng."

Wen is the surname of the current dynasty, no matter how stupid Ah Que is, he still knows what Wen Heng's two words mean.His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately remembered the stories and rumors he had heard since he was a child: When he saw a high-ranking official, it was always right to kneel down first, no matter what.

Wen Heng's hands never left his shoulders. As soon as Ah Que bent his knees, Wen Heng supported him: "No need. Whenever you are willing to follow me, it won't be too late to kowtow again."

Whether or not he knelt down this time, Ah Que was still a little dazed, being supported by Wen Heng.

"I don't know who you met or what you went through, but no matter who you are, for the sake of my surname, you can always fight for a little room for turning around." Wen Heng said solemnly, "If you believe me, just stay come down."

Ah Que's eye circles were hot, and the moonlight fell into his eyes through the cracks in the roof of the thatched roof, shimmering, and he was about to cry again.Wen Heng quickly raised his hand to press his eyes: "Stop, don't cry, go back to sleep with me."

The temperature of the palm penetrated through the thin eyelids, which was hotter than tears.Aque struggled weakly in his palm, and whispered for the first time: "Here...you can..."

Wen Heng looked down at him: "You can do whatever you want, I won't freeze you to death."

The 15-year-old boy's stature is close to that of an adult, and Wen Heng's cloak is wrapped around Xiao Douding Aque, like a quilt that is too big.In the short few steps out of the stable, he stumbled and tripped three times, and finally Wen Heng couldn't stand it anymore, so he simply hugged Ah Que by the waist and carried him back to the guest room.

This room was specially prepared for Princess Qing who often came to Baoan Temple to burn incense. Because the family paid for the repairs, the layout was larger than other rooms.Wen Heng threw him on the couch, and deliberately gloated: "Tonight I can only share a couch with Brother Fan. This man snores like thunder, so you can do it yourself."

Fan Yang, who had arranged everything according to Wen Heng's instructions, just entered the room, stared at the two people's actions in a daze, and was inexplicably ridiculed, and couldn't help but screamed: "This subordinate only snores occasionally, which is considered light and indifferent It's human, the young master is exaggerating so much, it really makes the subordinates sad."

Wen Heng said coolly: "Is that so? Then let me say a few more words."

Hearing what the two said, Ah Que huddled in his cloak and pursed his lips to snicker. Wen Heng glanced at him, but didn't tease him again, just said: "It's been a day of tossing around, let's take a rest earlier."

Fan Yang sent him to the door of the inner room, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "My lord, everything has been arranged."

"Okay." Wen Heng nodded, and whispered, "Be more vigilant tonight."

The author has something to say: Ah Que (same as coincidence)

Although it seems that Gong is the male version of Wang Yuyan and Shou is a disciple of the beggar gang, everyone will become stronger in the future (trust me