I'm a Buddhist foster child

In 618 A.D., the tenth day of March in the second year of Yining, the fifth watch.

Jiangdu Palace, Chengxiang Hall.

The moonlight was cast down from the nine heavens, outlining the grand and exquisite outline of the Hall of Elephants, and shrouding the entire Great Sui Imperial Palace in a sympathetic haze and ambiguity.

The fire rises from the ground!Suddenly breaking the tranquility of the palace, from the east city all the way to Jiangdumen, like a fire, quickly spread, rushing to the south gate of the Hall of Elephants.

"My lord! Son of Heaven! Something is wrong!"

The sergeant in the main bedroom of the West Pavilion stumbled and staggered into the pavilion, and before he had time to pay his respects, he opened his mouth in a panic, with cold sweat rolling down his temples.

"What's the matter? Disturbing my waking dream." A deep voice came from the west pavilion, mixed with the magnetism of being woken up, the voice was slightly dark, revealing the master's displeasure.

The sergeant in the main bedroom bent his knees, knelt down on the ground in a daze, grabbed the ground with his head, kowtowed and said in a trembling voice: "I'm guilty of death! I'm guilty of capital punishment! Son of Heaven, this is not a good thing! General Wu Benlang rebelled!"

The sergeant in the main bedroom buckled his head three more times, and his voice was so difficult that he seemed to be sharpening a knife: "Doctor Zhengyi, General Wu Benlang Sima Dekan colluded with Menzhi Pavilion, and doctor Pei Qiantong rebelled! Already, already broke in , the east city was on fire, the palace gate did not have a key, the rebels surrounded the Chengxiang Hall, and the left and right pavilions were all their people. At this time, they have passed through the Chengxiang Hall and the Zuo Pavilion. Once they pass through the Yongxiang, they will kill them Already! The Tuwei fled everywhere because they lost the enemy, please the emperor to make a plan early! Please follow the ministers to escape from the back room door quickly, and there will be changes if it is too late, I am afraid it will not be too late!"

The sergeant in the main bedroom came up with dozens of reports, the mutiny seemed to be imminent, and it had already reached the tip of his eyebrows, but the man on the bed did not look anxious or panicked at all.

The man raised his arm, and lightly pulled up the bed curtain. The candlelight from the west pavilion reflected on the man's face, reflecting his face clearly.Yang Guang, Emperor of the Sui Dynasty, was "little intelligent and beautiful". The years have never left any traces on his face. It is only when he smiles that he can faintly see the slight lines around his lips. It does not look old, but reveals With a solemn and dignified.

Yang Guang laughed, and said three words lightly: "Bring the wine."

bang——

With a violent crash, the door of the West Pavilion collapsed, and more than a hundred people came clangingly from outside. Then, the viscous blood on the tip of the weapon will drip "tick-tick" on the beautifully carved carpet of the West Pavilion.

The rebel Wu Benlang rushed Sima Dekan into the West Pavilion. His blood-stained blade scraped against the decorations of the West Pavilion all the way, making a sound of "Dang-Dang-dang, Dang, Dang". Approaching the interior of the West Pavilion.

Sima De Kan raised his long blade flatly, pointed at the person in front of him, and shouted angrily: "Tyrant!"

And the so-called tyrant, sitting in the west pavilion, did not run away like a sudden guard.

Yang Guang was wearing a broad robe, because it was the fifth watch, and he had not yet woken up in the morning, his temple hair was draped over his shoulders, and he was not tied up. The pattern is extremely graceful.

The rebels had already rushed into the West Pavilion of the Hall of Elephants, but Yang Guang turned a deaf ear to it, and slowly raised his right hand with his three-legged support.The glass wine cup with lotus pattern in the right hand, against the lights, the clear wine is sparkling, faintly exuding an attractive mellow aroma; the dragon bites the golden chopsticks with pearls in the left hand, holding the tip of the chopsticks, and gently taps the tea pot.Hot coals are burning under the green-glazed bead-patterned tea pot, and sencha is rolling crackling in the pot.

"Dang, Dang, Dang..." The golden chopsticks tapped the tea pot, keeping time, and Yang Guang sang in a deep voice: "I can't go back after asking for it. It's really a spring. Birds are vying for wine, Plum Blossom kills with a smile..."

"Tyrant!" Xu Shi was irritated by Yang Guang's demeanor, and Sima De pointed his sword at the person in the seat, and said sonorously, "You tyrant has endless crimes and endless evil, today I will eliminate evil for the people! "

Yang Guang still turned a deaf ear, opened his wide sleeves, threw away the golden chopsticks and chopsticks, put down the glass of fine wine, and picked up the bronze mirror beside him casually, facing the light to shine.

The person in the mirror with sideburns and shawl shoulders is handsome and calm. Yang Guang slightly raised his head, as if admiring his own face. As he raised his head, his slender and powerful fingers rubbed along his neck, gently outlining the shape of his face. Holding his Adam's apple, he seemed to be amused by something, and praised softly: "Good head and neck, who should cut it?"

Such a good head and neck, who should cut it off?

Sima Dekan was completely irritated by Yang Guang, with bulging veins on his forehead and cracked eye sockets, he said viciously: "It's already such a situation, you are still drinking and laughing, good, today I will kill you!"

Yang Guang entertained himself watching the person in the mirror, his voice became more serious and calm, and he said lightly: "I was 13 years old when I became an official of the Zhu Kingdom, and I was enthroned in the Shang Zhu Kingdom. Open up 35 miles, and the four barbarians will surrender!"

As he spoke, he finally put down the bronze mirror in his hand, raised his eyes, gave Sima Dekan a sympathetic look, and said slowly: "Want to kill the king? It's a pity...you don't deserve it."

After Yang Guang said, "Bang!", he smashed the lotus-patterned glass on the ground with his hands, making a crisp sound, the glass shards splashed, and the remaining liquor splashed out all at once, dripping on the blood-stained surface. On the ground of the West Pavilion.

"Not good!" Sima Dekan seemed to finally understand Yang Guang's intentions, and shouted: "It's poisonous wine! The faint king wants to kill himself!"

Sima Dekan rushed forward one step at a time, compared to his panic, Yang Guang himself seemed completely calm, he straightened his robe lightly, then raised his hand to smooth his temple hair, straightened his three legs, and sat upright on the couch A smirk slowly appeared on the corner of his lips.

With that last smile, blackened blood spilled from Yang Guang's lips little by little.

tick...

dripping on the toga representing the authority of the Son of Heaven.

Yang Guang's voice was very soft, hoarse, almost inaudible, and murmured the last two words...

"Ask the Marquis of the Great Wall... Shan Yuru, Chao, Ye..."

Yang Jian is young and promising, but anyone who knows Yang Jian knows that he has three quirks.

— doesn't like women; doesn't like men; doesn't like sweets.

Yang Jian can't eat sweets.It's not that he is allergic to sugar, but because Yang Jian will become a complete "mad dog" if he eats sweets.

Yang Jian is "allergic to sweets" entirely out of psychological reasons.About when Yang Jian was a child, at the age of four or five, he doesn't remember exactly, Yang Jian suffered from this "terminal disease" that could never be cured.

Yang Jian's father is a university professor, gentle and elegant, knowledgeable; Yang Jian's mother owns a dessert shop, beautiful and virtuous.As long as Yang Jianyou can remember, the neighbors in the neighborhood have been praising Yang Jian's family. Yang Jian's parents raised eyebrows and respected each other like guests.

That year when Yang Jian was still young, his mother took Yang Jian to visit his sick grandmother in his hometown. It happened that Yang Jian's father was celebrating his birthday. Yang Jian's mother wanted to give him a surprise, so she took Yang Jian back early. , and specially made a birthday cake as a gift.

However, when the mother rushed home with Yang Jian, the father was not alone in the family. The man who was called a model husband even took advantage of his wife's absence to bring a man back to spend the night, and... he was still a man. .

Yang Jian still remembers the screams at that time, the voice of his father's sophistry, and the voice of his mother crying, which almost pierced the eardrums. To young Yang Jian, it was like a symphony of beasts, alternating and intertwined...

It turned out that Yang Jian's father knew that he liked men a long time ago, but Yang Jian's father is a university professor, and the family would not allow such a scandal to affect his future.So Yang Jian's father met Yang Jian's mother while concealing the situation. The two developed smoothly. Yang Jian was born in the second year of marriage, but Yang Jian's father couldn't let go of his lover and kept secretly marrying her. come and go.

This model couple finally divorced, and Yang Jian was sentenced to be raised by his mother. Because of the severe blow, Yang Jian's mother had mental problems, depression and mania.Even though Yang Jian is now successful in his career and looks completely harmless on the surface, he still can't forget those gloomy days.

The mother locked Yang Jian in the cramped toilet. The surroundings were dark and there was no light. The toilet exuded a suffocating smell on a rainy and windy day. The mother looked hideous, and the bloodshot eyes seemed to wrap her mother in a twisted wet towel. With protruding eyeballs, she was holding a handful of rotten cakes in her hand, her voice was like a rolled blade, crying and laughing.

- Eat! !eat!Why don't you eat it! ?Don't you like eating my cake the most? !

——Why don't you eat?This is a cake I personally made for you!why don't you eatWhy?tell me why!eat them all!eat them all! !Nothing left!

——You pervert! ! !

The little Yang Jian huddled in the dark cramped room, trembling with fright, covered with bruises all over his body, panting in a milky voice, but he didn't dare to really cry, because he knew that the more he cried, the more his mother would cry. Will hit myself more and more.

He could only protect his head, and whimpered helplessly: "I'll eat... oh, I'll eat, mom don't hit me... I'll eat, I'll be good..."

In 560 A.D., April of the second year of Wucheng, early summer.

The three-sided tent bed is embossed with lacquer, and the tent frame is covered with light gauze. The early summer breeze seems to be a sweet whisper, swaying the thin gauze like a baby.

Between the light yellow tulle, slowly stretched out a white and delicate arm, the skin was as moist as creamy fat, and the white jade was flawless, the soft skirt slid down with the moist white arm, making an inaudible rustling sound, slowly slipped to the ground...

Yang Jian had a dream, a cramped and smelly space, as if he had returned to the endless grayness of his childhood.

Fortunately, it was just a nightmare.When the first rays of sunlight in the morning projected on Yang Jian's eyelids, Yang Jian slowly woke up from the nightmare. He moved slightly, and his arms stretched out his bed teeth, but he felt a dull pain in his head. Drunk pain.

Not only did his head hurt, Yang Jian also found that his arm was also slightly uncomfortable, and for some reason, it was completely numb.

Yang Jian turned his head along his arm, only then did he realize why his arm was numb, because a thinly dressed woman was lying in his arms, hugging Yang Jian's thin waist affectionately.

Yang Jian blinked his eyes, suppressed his surprise, and looked around. On the quaint tent bed, Yang Jian was only wearing a thin coat with loose belts and shawls. There was more than one thinly dressed woman beside him. There were three or four beauties lying here and there, one of them was a man wearing makeup...

Yang Jian remained calm, slowly pushed away the man and woman in his arms, gathered up the skirt that had slipped down to his arms, and took a look outside.Matching quaint furniture, three-legged table, large lacquer inlaid with ivory carvings of Canglong Jiaozi, bamboo and rattan sticks next to it, the sticks are on the ground, and gold and silver cups, glass cup holders, The leftovers were left to burn, and the wine juice dripped from the jug onto the exquisite carpet, spreading continuously, and a large area was already damp, and the skirts, strips, and tortoise shells were scattered all over the ground. scene!

Perhaps it was Yang Jian who woke up the beauties in his arms, and one of the beauties raised her watery eyes slightly, and said coquettishly, "Master Young Master, why did you wake up so early today? Yes, it must have been Master Young Master who drank wine yesterday. Hearty, drunk too fast, before I can have a good time with my slave, I am thinking about...Young Master, I will serve you right now."

The beauty's voice was shy, but her eyes were like a wolf, and she was about to pounce on Yang Jian immediately.

At this moment...

"Young Lord! Young Lord!"

A man dressed as a servant panicked, yelled and ran together, and rushed into the paper-lost and golden-drunken room. The servant saw such an embarrassing and ambiguous scene, but he looked like someone who had seen the world. Not surprised.

The servant patted his thigh and shouted: "Master Young Master! Something is wrong! Go and have a look! Someone brought a little boy to the door and said it was your son, Master Young Master!"

Yang Jian raised his hand and rubbed his bluntly aching forehead. The inexplicable hangover pain still echoed in his mind, lingering for a long time.Obviously it was just a nightmare, but I didn't want to open my eyes again, but came to a strange dynasty.And even more surprising...

This is... Xi Dang Da?

Before Yang Jian could calmly digest the explosive incident of "Happy to be a father", the servant said with a look of "hating iron but not steel", "This month, this is already the seventh time someone has brought a child to the door! You said harsh words last time, if the young lord continues to mess around and cause trouble, I will definitely break your legs, young lord! This, what should I do!"

Yang Jian: "..." The seventh time?