I'm a Buddhist foster child

"Good head and neck, who should cut it?"

Yang Guangduan was sitting on the couch in the West Pavilion of the Hall of Elephant Elephants, the pain caused by the poisonous wine came out of his internal organs, like a poisonous snake, and penetrated into the bone marrow.Such pain, but there was no trace of pain on Yang Guang's handsome face. Instead, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and with the dripping black blood, he slowly closed his eyes...

——Good head and neck...

--Who……

——When to cut it?

The dilapidated thatched house, the ashes fell down and landed on Yang Guang's cheek...

Yang Guang frowned slightly, his brows were knit together, suspicion arose in his heart, the rebel army poured into the Hall of Imagination, I didn't die by drinking poison, how could I still feel it?

His eyelashes trembled a few times, Yang Guang slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was not the magnificent West Pavilion of the Hall of Imaging, nor the crowded Jiangdu City, but a dilapidated, dilapidated thatched cottage, dirty and gloomy. The sun shines in from the room, and strands of ashes are like witches with claws and claws, flying madly and with nowhere to hide.

Yang Guang raised his hand abruptly, and reached out to touch his neck, but his hand was not the usual touch, but slightly fleshy, and his neck was short and round.

"Srustling" Yang Guang propped himself up on the ground and stood up.There is nothing in the dilapidated thatched house, the floor is covered with thatch, which looks like a bed, and there is a pottery water tank with broken corners, and a thick layer of sludge is condensed on the outside of the water tank. s color.

Yang Guang didn't care about these things, and immediately strode forward, holding the edge of the water tank with both hands, and poked his head to take a look...

It's not that the handsome and calm face, the face of a little baby is vaguely reflected in the smelly water with thick green hair.

About four or five years old, maybe even younger, with a fleshy bun face, although it is a small bun face, but not as fat as a child's baby, and there is even a pointed chin, revealing a haggard and hungry face.A pair of cat eyes with round eyes hanging from the end, when looking at the water surface, a little bit of three whites are faintly revealed, and with Yang Guang's surprised mood, they quickly widen, revealing more three whites.

Yang Guang was shocked at first, but his shocked emotions disappeared like ripples in a water tank, and his round cat eyes slowly narrowed, revealing a dark and deep look that didn't match Xiao Baozi's age.

Yang Guang opened his mouth, the child's voice was soft and waxy, it was still the voice of a baby, murmured thoughtfully: "Zhen... has come back from the dead."

Yang Jian doesn't like women, men, and sweets.

However, when Yang Jian opened his eyes, he was surrounded by Yingying, Yanyan, and everything. Judging from the current situation, I am afraid that the "original owner" is still a veteran in love...

Yang Jian was not too surprised, maybe it was because of his nature, or maybe it was because of Yang Jian's early experience that he had nothing to fear.

Yang Jian got off the bed, gathered up his half-hanging robe, and looked around calmly.What a large-scale scene of "Paper Fans and Gold Drunk", extravagant and messy.

But Yang Jian didn't just see extravagance and mess. He turned his eyes and glanced sideways at the bed behind him. There were three curtains on the bed, and the height of the bed was about [-] centimeters by visual inspection. It was not a low couch on the floor. , indicating that the current era is around the Tang Dynasty.

Yang Jian's gaze slowly turned, and then landed on the small piece of furniture lying sideways on the side of the bamboo and rattan sticks—the Hu bed.

Hu bed is not actually a bed, so don’t be confused by its name. Hu bed is a more portable seat made of wooden slats and folded cloth. mazza.

Speaking of the Hu bed, I am afraid that everyone is familiar with Li Bai's "Thoughts at a Quiet Night". The sentence "Moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground" is very popular. Yang Jian used to think about how to arrange the bed so that the moonlight shines on the bed. In front of the bed, it seems that there is frost on the ground?In fact, the "bed" mentioned by Li Bai is likely to be a kind of portable seat popular in the Tang Dynasty, called Hu bed.Sitting on a small horse at night and looking at the moon, the moon shines on the ground, as if covered with a layer of frost...

Yang Jian's eyes flicked over the crooked bed, and he was more sure that it was around the Tang Dynasty.Then I fixed my eyes on the three-legged table on the side of the case, and it was very clear in an instant. If it is talked about the three-legged table, it was the favorite of the Southern and Northern Dynasties. It has also become a symbol of the master's status.

Thinking about it, when Yang Jian opened his eyes, he went to the most chaotic Southern and Northern Dynasties in history.

When it comes to history, many people are familiar with it, such as the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, but when it comes to the Southern and Northern Dynasties, two-thirds of the people must be instantly stuck.Not because of anything else, but because of the chaos in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the emperor was often changed every two years, sons killed Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu beheaded sons, ministers coerced the emperor, usurped the throne and killed the king were commonplace.

Yang Jian has already confirmed that he has come to the Southern and Northern Dynasties. In this era, the Southern and Northern Dynasties coexisted, so whether he was in the Southern Dynasty or the Northern Dynasty was a very serious question.

Yang Jian's eyes flicked, and he lingered a few times on the messy desk table, and the corners of his lips slowly raised a slight arc, as if he had understood it in an instant.Among the messy golden chopsticks, jade soup daggers and Jin Chengpan interlaced, there was a porcelain cup with white greasy hanging upside down. The white greasy dripped down the cup mouth, it was buttermilk.

Due to the different geographical environments, the Southern Dynasties and the Northern Dynasties were in the same era, but people's living habits were different.People in the Southern Dynasties like to eat fish and often make tea, while people in the Northern Dynasties don’t like the way of the Southern Dynasties because they live in the north. People in the Northern Dynasties also ridiculed the fried tea of ​​the Southern Dynasties as Shui'er and Cheo Nu.

Up to now, Yang Jian basically has a plan in his heart. He has come to the era of chaos and disputes in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and he is in the Northern Dynasties.Seeing all kinds of extravagant decorations in the room, and the servants calling Yang Jian the "Master Young Master", in this era, Master Lang means the male master, to put it bluntly, Master Young Master means the young master. Today's status can be described as either rich or expensive.

Besides, Yang Jian had just vaguely heard that the servant kept talking about the "Duke of the State". The Duke of the State is the highest rank among the Dukes. Isn't it just around the corner to be the son of the duke of the state, to be prosperous and rich in the future?

Although he traveled through the war-torn Northern and Southern Dynasties, he was the son of a duke at the beginning. Yang Jian smiled, thinking that God would treat him well.

The beauties could hardly be woken up, and they were not surprised when they saw a baby coming to the door. They wrapped themselves around like a water snake, took Yang Jian's arm, and coquettishly: "Master Young Master, don't pay attention to it." , just ask someone to send you away, let the slave serve you..."

Because of Yang Jian's childhood experience, Yang Jian himself didn't like being touched by others. Seeing the beauties entangled him, he took a step back without a trace, and pulled his arm out.

"Why are you crying? If you cry again, I will kill you!"

"Cry cry cry, brat!"

From far away from the room door came the man's rude shouting and cursing, as well as the intermittent low cry of the child, Yang Jian listened to the child's cry, his eyes slightly darkened.Yang Jian is a person who has nothing to like, doesn't care about anything, and his feelings are very thin. Some people even think Yang Jian is cold-blooded, but Yang Jian also has a "weak spot". As soon as he heard the cry of the child, Yang Jian couldn't help but think of himself back then...

Yang Jian put aside the hands of the beauties and said, "Go and see."

"Master Young Master! Clothes! Clothes!" The servant hurriedly took the robe and changed it for Yang Jian. Yang Jian almost forgot that his clothes were disheveled and he was showing his chest.

In the hall of the Duke's Mansion, a big man with a beard is holding a four or five-year-old child. The child has a round bun face, but the face is not enough, as if he has been starving all year round, so hungry that he has no children. Some babies are fat, with a pair of round and hanging cat eyes, which are slightly white when looking at them head-on, revealing a sense of coldness that is different from ordinary children.

One cheek of the little boy was slightly red and swollen, and the back of his exposed hand was covered with bruises. The big man grabbed the child's skirt roughly, as if he didn't want the little boy to escape.

Yang Jian stepped in from the outside of the hall wearing a graceful robe and wearing a waist fan. When he saw this scene, he couldn't help frowning.

When the bearded man saw Yang Jian, he immediately became humble and apologized a dozen times, and said, "Master Young Master, that's how it is. Master Young Master, your son is lost. Thanks to the villain's care, the villain took care of him. Lord Xiaolang sent it back to you."

Before Yang Jian could speak, the servant behind him seemed to be used to this kind of "touching porcelain" scenes, and said with a sneer, "Dirty words! My young master is not yet married, how did he have such a big son? You are so wild Our young master has seen a lot, and he just wants money, so hurry up, if you don't leave, I will drive you out!"

The servant's attitude was tough, and the bearded man didn't seem to dare to be stubborn, he glared fiercely at the little boy with a bun face, and said, "My lord, it's all this bastard who claims to be your son, so the villain misunderstood me with such wild words. Go, young master, don't get angry, the villain will leave now, leave now!"

He said, spitting at the little boy with a bun face: "Bastard! You little bastard, you don't look at your own virtue, you keep saying that you are the son of the young master, and you lied to me. Look at me today!" I can't kill you!"

As he spoke, he raised his fat palm, the size of a cattail fan, and swung it down violently, hitting the little boy with a bun face.

——Wuuu... Mom, don't hit me...don't hit me... I'll be obedient...

——I eat, I eat, I eat, mom...don't hit...

——Wuuu, mom, I'm not dad, I'll be good, don't... don't hit me...

Yang Jian watched the big man hit the little boy with his palm around his head. There was a buzzing sound in his head, and he suddenly felt dizzy. The next moment, he slammed his hand and pulled the fan from his waist, "Crack!!" Stop the big man.

The little boy was very small, and due to malnutrition, his stature was less than one meter tall. Seeing the strong man knocking him down, he quickly raised his two fleshy hands to protect his head, but he did not greet him. Anticipated pain.

The little boy slowly put down his fleshy little hands, frowned his fleshy eyebrows, and a fleeting surprise flashed in his round cat eyes, staring closely at Yang Jian who stopped the strong man.

The tip of Yang Jian's fan opened the strong man's palm, and he shook the waist fan with a clatter, as if the heat of early summer made Yang Jian very impatient, with a slight sneer on the corner of his lips, he said in a cold voice: "Who said he was a wild species? He is my son."

"Young...Young Lord?!"

The servants and beauties were all taken aback. It's not that they haven't seen such a scene in the past. In fact, it's already a common occurrence. Who knows that the young master is promiscuous every day, and the young master has a handsome face and a tall body. Elegant and elegant, like a banished fairy descending to earth, whether it is the one who admires the young master's beauty, or the one who is greedy for the young master's wealth, in short, there are many people who come to the door with boys and girls, but the young master never admits it of.

How can you imagine...

Today I promised so readily!

Hearing this, the bearded man actually burst out laughing, his smile was full of greed, he rubbed his palms together and said, "Young master, since this little boy is the young master, then... the young master has been separated these days, thanks to the little master." People take care of one or two, let's see if you can...can you give me some benefits?"

Yang Jian smiled knowingly, still shaking his waist fan, he looked like a handsome young man, and he said relaxedly: "Ask for money? Isn't it easy? Look at me, I seem to be short of money people?"

When the big man heard Yang Jian's agreement, he was even more pleased, his face was full of greed, his smiles huddled together, and he said: "Yes, yes, yes, young master, you just want to be more or less interested."

Yang Jian raised his chin slightly, the smile on his lips was exaggerated, but he smiled and said, "Come here."

"Master Young Master!" The servant responded immediately.

With a clatter, Yang Jian put away his waist fan, tapped the fan on his palm lightly, and said, "Go and ask the government if there are any kidnappers who specialize in abducting children in this area recently."

As soon as Yang Jian's words fell, the big man's smile disappeared instantly, replaced by boundless fear, which seemed to be caught by Yang Jian's words.

Yang Jian had already noticed that the big man was very rude to the child, so he didn't take care of him. The little bun's face was swollen and his hands were bruised, which must be the result of a severe beating. I'm afraid this man is a kidnapper. The young master's reputation is not good, so the kidnapper abducted a child casually, wanting to come to Yang Jian's place to touch porcelain.

The kidnapper saw the servant's tough attitude and his bad luck today, so he was about to leave, but Yang Jian knew that the child would be tortured in such a cruel way in the kidnapper's hands.

Yang Jian is a cold-hearted person who doesn't care about anything, but he can't let go of the child, especially when he sees the child covered in bruises, Yang Jian's hard-hearted heart feels shaken, and this feeling makes Yang Jian I deeply realized that I am still alive, not a walking dead...

Yang Jian's smile became more and more cold, and he raised his lips and said, "What are you waiting for? Twist him away."

"Yes, Young Master!"

With Yang Jian's order, several servants rushed in from the outside, directly escorted the big bearded man, twisted him away, and sent him out of the mansion neatly.

Seeing the farce of touching porcelain come to an end, the servants who followed Yang Jian didn't seem to be relieved at all, and said, "Master Young Master, you usually beat people to death and don't admit it, how come today? He changed his temper, and actually agreed! The Duke is about to return to the court, if he hears that our Pu Liuru family suddenly has such a big young master, the Duke will definitely bear it!"

Yang Jian just rescued the little boy with bun face, before he had time to look at the little boy's injuries, he suddenly heard the servant's words, he seemed to have grasped something important, and said suspiciously: "Pu Liuru?"

The servant didn't notice the young master's strangeness, Yang Jian squinted his eyes, thoughtful, and suddenly asked without beginning or end: "Who am I?"

The beauties around him didn't know why Yang Jian asked this question suddenly, but they all praised Yang Jian.

"Who doesn't know that our Young Master is the eldest son of Duke Sui?"

"Young and promising, at the age of 14 he became a meritorious service officer, at the age of 15 he worshiped the chariot riding general, and at the age of 16, the third division of Yitong became the Duke of the county!"

"Exactly! The emperor bestowed the surname Pu Liuru, which is not an honor that ordinary people can have!"

Pu Liuru is a Xianbei surname.

His paternal lineage is Sui Guogong, and the emperor gave him the surname Pu Liuru. Now Yang Jian is the eldest son of Sui Guogong, that is, the son of Sui Guogong.

Yang Jian's eyes, as cold as still water, fluctuated slightly. If he guessed correctly, Pu Liuru's original Chinese surname should be "Yang". The eldest son, the founding king of the Sui Dynasty who seized power, unified the world, and ended the disputes between the Southern and Northern Dynasties...

——Yang Jian!

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