"Xiaotian, I feel that I don't have long to live, while I am awake now, I want to explain a few things to you. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "The old man 'Meng Fanyu' said weakly.

"Grandpa, don't say that, I will invite the immortal master to treat you, and you will definitely get better." Meng Xiaotian took his grandfather's hand and said solemnly, wanting to give his grandfather confidence.

"Silly boy, you listen to me first." Meng Fanyu looked at the young man in front of him, his heart was full of relief, this is a filial child, this is also a strong child, he is already sensible, and he can already assume the responsibilities that belong to him.

"Xiaotian, I should call you His Royal Highness the Prince." Meng Fanyu struggled to sit up from the bed, put his right hand on his chest, bent down slightly, and gave a noble salute with all his might, "His Royal Highness the Prince of the Ming Dynasty, the leader of the Jinyi Guard, 'Meng Fanyu', greets you." ”

"Grandpa, don't talk about it, Da Ming is dead, what are we talking about these etiquette for?" Meng Xiaotian stepped forward to help Meng Fanyu, his eyes were full of gratitude, when the country was ruined and the family was destroyed, it was this old man who rushed out of the enemy's encirclement with him, fought bloodily all the way, and fled to Yanjing City, since then, Meng Xiaotian has recognized Meng Fanyu as his grandfather.

"Nonsense!" Listening to Meng Xiaotian's words, the old man suddenly became furious, his eyes widened with anger, and his pale beard was curled, "As long as you are alive, our Ming royal family will still have roots, and our Ming Dynasty will not be dead, His Royal Highness the Prince, you must remember the emperor's order, learn immortal art in the future, go back to destroy the Chen Kingdom, and rebuild my Ming Dynasty." ”

"Ahem, cough ......" may be talking too intensely, Meng Fanyu covered his mouth with his hand, coughed violently, and when the coughing stopped, Meng Fanyu took his hand away and saw that there was a ball of dirty blood in his palm.

"Brother, Xiaoyu is a little scared." Meng Xiaoyu is still young, and he doesn't quite understand what happened today, grandpa woke up from a coma, it should have been a happy day, grandpa and brother, but it looked so strange, grandpa was angry, and his brother looked very lonely, and he didn't seem to be very happy, what the hell is going on.

Meng Xiaoyu is an orphan picked up by Meng Fanyu on the roadside on the way to escape, Meng Fanyu has no children of his own, and has always regarded Meng Xiaoyu as his own granddaughter.

"Little fool." Meng Xiaotian touched Meng Xiaotian's hair and said, "Don't be afraid, my brother will protect you, grandpa will be fine, we will all be fine." ”

"Well, we'll all be fine." Meng Xiaoyu said with a smile.

"Grandpa, don't talk about it, lie down and have a good rest." Meng Xiaotian took a handkerchief, helped Meng Fanyu wipe his hands, put his hand on Meng Fanyu's shoulder, and wanted the old man to lie on the bed, Meng Fanyu shook his head lightly and sat there stubbornly.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, do you remember the emperor?" Meng Fanyu said with a look full of reminiscence.

"Remember, always remember, I miss my father." Meng Xiaotian's eyes were full of longing and said, he remembered that noon a few years ago, when he was only six years old, but he clearly remembered that day.

It was the day when the capital of the Ming Dynasty, Jinling City, was broken by the Chen State, and the Ming Emperor Meng Zhennan touched Meng Xiaotian's head and said, "Live well and avenge me in the future." ”

Then Meng Zhennan asked Meng Fanyu, the leader of the Jinyi Guard, to escort Meng Xiaotian to escape from Jinling City through the secret passage.

Meng Xiaotian cried and struggled, wanting to be with his father, but how to break free, he could only be pulled by Meng Fanyu and left Jinling City.

Meng Xiaotian still clearly remembered the tall figure of his father wearing golden armor and holding the Qinglong Glaive Knife out of the palace, remembering the palace maids and eunuchs who fled in a hurry in the palace, and remembering that when he rushed out of Jinling City, he heard the earth-shattering shouts of killing on the battlefield.

"How's my father doing? I don't know if I'm still alive? Meng Xiaotian muttered.

"If my father is still alive, I will definitely save him, and if my father is dead, I will kill the entire Emperor Chen with my own hands." Meng Xiaotian clenched his fists and swore secretly in his heart.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, the emperor said that when you grow up and are sensible, let me hand you something and say that there is a great creation in it." Meng Fanyu said softly.

"Something? What did my father ask you to give me? Meng Xiaotian asked with some curiosity.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, you go to the corner of the east wall, dig half a meter down, there is a box underneath, dig carefully, don't damage the treasure." Meng Fanyu pointed to the corner of the wall and said a little weakly.

Meng Xiaotian found a shovel, came to the corner of the wall, and dug it carefully, Meng Xiaoyu was also very curious, came to the side, and watched Meng Xiaotian dig the soil, it didn't take much, almost half a meter of digging, Meng Xiaotian put down the shovel, found a small shovel, and dug slowly little by little.

"Ding!" There was a soft thud.

"There's something." Meng Xiaotian's heart moved, and he felt that his small shovel seemed to have touched some iron tool, and along the perimeter of the iron tool, he slowly excavated, and before long, he dug out a small black box.

Meng Xiaotian hugged it hard, took out the small box, and found that the small box was quite heavy, the size of the usual watermelon, but it was about forty or fifty pounds, the small box was black and shiny, some like steel, but it was a little elastic, and it didn't seem to look like steel.

"It's made of ebony, buried in the ground, it doesn't rot for thousands of years, and it's also a good thing." Meng Fanyu said, "Open it." ”

Meng Xiaotian gently opened the ebony box and found that it was wrapped in yellow silk, wrapped in a broken bronze small ding.

Xiaoding is very small, there is the size of a baby's fist, I don't know what material is made of, the start is warm, and there is no cold feeling of metal, but it is like grabbing a piece of warm jade, this Xiaoding does not know how many years it has existed, rusty, full of the passage of time, leaving a sense of vicissitudes, it looks simple and unpretentious, Xiaoding has ordinary ears, four-legged, there are a lot of uneven patterns on the tripod body, four feet, the small foot in the east is relatively well preserved, it can be seen that the carving is a dragon that is calling for wind and rain, A few other small feet, broken too much, the carving is not clear, vaguely can be seen, as if the carved body is burning with a flaming phoenix, roaring white tiger, and huge turtle, there are also many carvings on the tripod, there seems to be a high mountain, a big river, a giant tree, and the sun, moon and stars, but there are too many rusts on it, and there are many cracks, making these engravings look messy and not real.

"This is the little ding in my Ming treasure house?" Meng Xiaotian held the bronze Xiaoding in his hand, and remembered that when he was a child, he accompanied his father to the treasure house, when Meng Xiaotian was more than four years old.

As soon as he entered the treasure house, Meng Xiaotian was dazzled by all kinds of colorful treasures, touching this and looking at that.

"Huh! Father, what is that little ding? "In the center of the treasure house, there is a stone platform in the most prominent position, and only a small tripod is placed on the stone platform, the small tripod looks very ordinary, rusty, and seems to be broken at any time, and it is very abrupt to put it in the middle of many glorious treasures.

"I don't know, but I just know that since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, this small ding has been placed here, and it has been almost a thousand years now." Emperor Meng Zhennan touched his son's head, and said with a look full of reminiscence, he also asked his father the same question when he was a child.

"Is it a treasure too? Is it any use? Entering the treasure house, Meng Zhennan told Meng Xiaotian a lot of magical uses of treasures, such as the colorful shell, which can be lit by the moonlight, and the beautiful singing voice can be heard, and the mirror that emits white light will absorb sunlight and emit a ray of light, which can easily penetrate the heavy armor, as well as the fire-breathing gourd, dancing dolls, almost everything in the treasure house has its own different wonders, looking at the small tripod placed in the middle, Meng Xiaotian asked.

"I don't know." Meng Zhennan smiled bitterly, this question, he also asked when he was a child, it is estimated that the ancestors of the Ming royal family have asked such a question when they were children, no one can answer, the ancestors of the past dynasties have also tried their best to study Xiaoding, but I found that this tattered Xiaoding is very strong, sharp weapons are difficult to hurt, the fire is difficult to dissolve, heavy objects can not be flattened, the Xiaoding that looks like it may be scattered at any time, it is said that Xiaoding is like this more than a thousand years ago, more than a thousand years ago, the vicissitudes of life, the sun and the moon change, Xiaoding is still like this, Not a single trace has changed.

"It's useless, why don't you throw it away?" Meng Xiaotian saw that Xiao Ding was nothing to do, and asked puzzledly.

"The founding ancestor of our Ming Dynasty has left a legacy, so that future generations can guard this treasure and wait for someone who is destined, saying that it contains great edification and great opportunities." Meng Zhennan said solemnly, "Xiaotian, when you grow up, you must also take good care of this treasure ding." ”

"Got it, Father." Meng Xiaotian responded casually, and went to see the other treasures.

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