The Paranoid Prince is pretending to be pitiful again [Transmigration Book]

After that, Xie Shijue often followed his elder brother to Duan Hou's mansion to play with Duan Xingyu. Later, his elder brother stopped going to the Marquis' mansion to discuss matters, so he ran out to find him by himself, sticking to him for eight out of ten days, and the rest For the next two days, he was either left in the palace by the queen mother, or summoned by the imperial grandmother.

There are many playmates near Duan Xingyu's house, he accepted the fact that he couldn't go back, so he just broke the can and smashed it, just like a child.

But he is no longer the submissive Duan Xingyu from before, who dared not do the second when others said one.It just so happened that Duan Xingqin was old enough to go to school.It didn't take long for him to become the king of children, often leading a group of children to play.

Xie Shijue also joined them.However……

Playing hide-and-seek together, he only found Duan Xingyu every time, and after he found it, he didn't look for anyone else anymore, only pulling him to talk.

"You can't just catch me, if you catch me, you have to continue to catch others!"

"Okay." Xiao Baozi nodded obediently, but he held his hand and didn't let go, and looked at him innocently the next second and said, "Let's go untie Jiulianhuan."

"???" Duan Xingyu had a question mark on his face, "I haven't caught anyone yet..."

Duan Xingyu talked about him a few times, and he used his big eyes to look at the person in front of him with tears in his big eyes, always making people feel uncomfortable.

However, next time he only caught one person, Duan Xingyu couldn't figure out why he could always find himself easily and accurately every time.

"Why are you the first to find me every time?" Duan Xingyu was really curious, did this villain have his own radar since he was a child?

Xiao Baozi showed his dimples to him, just held his hand and looked at him, without saying a word.

Duan Xingyu taught him to climb trees, and he learned quickly. After climbing up the tree, he picked the fruit, but he only threw it to Duan Xingyu alone.

As time passed, those children stopped coming to play with them, Duan Xingyu was a little helpless, but Xie Shijue seemed very happy.

Being with this child these days, Duan Xingyu also feels that he has become more and more childlike and patient. His mind seems to be getting closer to his current age. I don't know if it is because of this body. for the sake.

On this day, the two got tired of climbing trees and started climbing mountains.Although Xie Shijue was older than him, after all, he was spoiled and spoiled in the past, and his physical strength was always inferior to his.

The two climbed to the top of the mountain, and Xie Shijue was too tired to move, so the two discussed resting in the ruined temple on the mountain for a while.

But I never thought that the sky would change suddenly, and the clear sky was suddenly shrouded in haze. After a while, the big rain was pouring down, and then it poured down.The two of them couldn't go down, but it was getting later and later, and adults would be worried if they didn't go home again.

Xie Shijue is older than Duan Xingyu, but he grew up in the deep palace all day, not as big as Duan Xingyu, who is wild and big. Now the Ninth Prince obediently follows Duan Xingyu, closely following Duan Xingyu. Hold his hand tightly.

The mountain road is rugged, but the rain is getting more and more fierce, and the soil in the mountain is rotten. Xie Shijue slipped and fell down. He held onto Duan Xingyu's hand tightly, but for a moment, he seemed to think of something, and he loosened it again. opened hands.

"Thank you Shijue!" Duan Xingyu's heart tightened, he turned around and grabbed him, but he was weak and weak, and they both rolled down.

When the people sent by the Hou Mansion and the crown prince found them, they saw the limping Xie Shijue walking to the foot of the mountain with the blood-stained and dying Duan Xingyu on his back.

Duan Xingyu fell into a coma, had a persistent high fever, and then became seriously ill. It was also this year that he left the capital...

Yue Chao capital, the light rain is hazy, the streets are deserted and deserted, even the hawkers who yell hard on weekdays are silent in the night that is gradually swallowing the skylight, and occasionally pedestrians appear in twos and threes, just to hurry, as if to hurry.

The interior of Lanshan House is full of excitement.

"Xingyu, this is the No. [-] restaurant in the capital, Lanshanju. There are many signature delicacies in the capital. You just came back, so you have to try them out."

It has been eight years since Duan Xingyu left.

In fact, the injury that time just looked scary, not that serious, but it was raining, and the condition was so severe that even he himself felt that he would not be able to survive, and he only thought in a daze that if he could not survive, he could go back. .

Later, his mother took him to Baohua Temple in Xudu. Somehow, he got better again. After a period of recuperation, the root cause of the disease did not fall, but he always loved to dream in the past few years.

Dreaming about the content of that novel, dreaming about the words he saw when he climbed the tree that day, he didn't stop dreaming until he realized that there might be a force in the dark that was urging him to complete the so-called task.

This may be the meaning of his coming to this world.

One is to let the original owner live well, and the other is to help the protagonist to achieve a positive result.

It's not difficult to keep the original owner's life, just stay away from Xie Shijue.

However, he roughly understood the content of the novel in his sleep. When Xie Shijue met the protagonist Gongshou, he should have entered the Imperial College. Since he wanted to help the protagonist, he would inevitably find an opportunity to enter the Imperial College.

Guessing that it was almost time, he returned to the capital.

This body was only seven years old when he first came here, and now it is 15 years old. Since Duan Xingyu was not familiar with the things in the capital just after returning to the capital, his cousin Lu Mingzhao took him to wander around, and they walked together. And Duan Xingxu, the younger brother born to his aunt in the house.

Duan Xingyu looked around, the name Lanshanju was unique, and when he walked inside, he found that the decoration here was very beautiful and refined. He wanted to be famous here, not only because of the fresh menu, but also because of just sitting down. Feel good.

Lu Mingzhao said that there would be a singer playing music downstairs, so the group sat down in the hall downstairs and ordered some food at random.

There was a light gauze curtain between the tables, and a lot of people gathered at the next table, their voices mixed with laughter, as if they were playing some fun game, before the performance started, a few people had nothing to do, so they paid close attention.

A few phantoms can be seen through the veil.

There were a few sons sitting at the table, Ying Ying was well-dressed and his face was full of spring breeze. Duan Xingyu noticed that a man in a gold velvet robe was playing with a crystal clear glass bead in his hand.

The man looked at the beads in his hand intently, and said casually, "Your name is Little Hammer, right?"

Only then did Duan Xingyu see a ragged child kneeling in front of him.

The child looked about five or six years old. He lowered his head and looked timid. Before he could answer, the man in coarse cloth behind him spoke first: "Yes, Mr. Qian, although this child is small in stature, he can work. Can do anything."

As he spoke, he turned the child's face up, "He looks good too, let's raise him for a few more years... You can do whatever you want, my lord."

That Mr. Qian was called Qian Mingshi, and he was squinting at Goudaner right now.

The child's face was pinched, and he frowned uncomfortably, but his eyes were clear, "Brother...it hurts..."

elder brother?Duan Xingyu's heart was a little cold, the child still doesn't know what the person he is calling his brother is doing, right?

Qian Mingshi rubbed the glazed beads in his hand, he seemed not interested, he didn't seem to have much interest in the shriveled child in front of him.

The man in coarse clothes let go, pushed his younger brother forward, bent over and strongly recommended, "Master Qian, this kid is smart, he can write a few words since he was a child, if it wasn't for his family..." He didn't continue, and then said , "He can be used to relieve your boredom. As long as... as long as you have a glazed bead in your hand, he is your son."

The child blinked, wondering if he understood what his brother said.

Qian Mingshi didn't nod, but the young masters on the table became interested, "Have you ever learned calligraphy? Then write a few to see? You will be rewarded if you write well."

"Yes, yes, calligraphy and calligraphy."

"There is a reward for writing well, but if you write badly, you will be punished. Let me think about it. If you do well, you will be rewarded with a bead. If you do not write well, your brother will be dealt with by us. How about it?"

"This..." The man hesitated.

"Brother...I don't know how to calligraphy..." The child only secretly learned a few words from Mr. Zhang who taught in a private school next door, and used a branch to scribble on the ground. His little face was flushed red.

"No." Qian Mingshi showed great kindness, "You don't need to give it away. If you write well, you will be rewarded with two beads. If you write poorly, just sell him one bead."

The young masters at the same table all praised, "Mr. Qian is really kind!"

The man glanced at the little hammer, gritted his teeth, "Okay!"

Upon hearing this, the child immediately burst into tears, but the tears did not fall, but his nose could not help but twitch.

How could he know calligraphy!

Seeing that he didn't speak, the man pushed and shoved him, "You don't live up to it, write it quickly, after coaxing you a few times, you will have money to buy medicine for your mother."

"What kind of brother is this! It's too disgusting!" Duan Xingxu, who watched this scene, clenched his hands tightly, but he was young, after all, he was just a bastard in the family, and he was also timid. In a low voice.

Duan Xingyu, who had been watching from the sidelines, couldn't sit still at this moment. He asked Duan Xingxu, "Do you know calligraphy?"

Duan Xingxu shook his head in horror, "No...no."

He looked at Lu Mingzhao again, and the latter waved his hands quickly, "I can't do it well either."

Calligraphy has just flourished in Yuechao, and there has been a lot of turmoil. These young masters like to be arty, but no one dares to say how good they can write.

After all, calligraphy requires hard practice. It is one thing to be able to read it, but the structure of the font is more of a test of basic skills.

Duan Xingyu shook his head, don't care!Broken pot!

He walked over with a glass of wine, opened the curtain, and saw the man who was sitting leisurely, he couldn't help but cast aside in his heart, he looked like a dog, spoke nicely, but inside he was a wretched man.

Although I thought so in my heart, I smiled on my face, "Brother, why do you have to embarrass a child so much?"

The young man was full of energy and smiled brightly.

The eyes of the group of people brightened, the leader hadn't opened his mouth yet, and the people at the table were also attracted by Duan Xingyu, and they were silent for a while.

There was a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks who couldn't help teasing: "Hey, where did you get such a beautiful woman? Why don't you sit down and have a drink with our elder brother."

Duan Xingyu didn't look at him, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the child kneeling in the crowd bewildered.

"You don't need to drink." He looked at the man in charge and said with a smile, "Since everyone wants to write, how about I write for this child?"