In the ninth year of Fengguo Chunyuan, in early summer, Yunxi, the favorite concubine of Fengyuan, the son of heaven, gave birth to a son named Feng Jingruo.

The Son of Heaven is happy with the prince and gives amnesty to the world.

Feng Yuan invited the most prestigious royal astrologer in Feng Kingdom to predict for Feng Jingruo, hoping that this little prince could have a superior hexagram.

However, after the divination, the astrologer's face changed drastically, and he knelt down and exclaimed, "Your Majesty spares your life." ”

Feng Yuan was puzzled: "What's the matter?" ”

Astrologer: "Your Majesty, the little prince he...... He ordered to occupy the military star, and from the perspective of the celestial phase, it is a great omen to commit the emperor Ziwei star. ”

Feng Yuan's face changed suddenly, and he shouted: "Master, you have to calculate clearly, this is the little prince, how can it be a big omen?!" ”

The astrologer's face did not change, and he said: "Your Majesty, the broken army originally belonged to the seventh star of the Big Dipper, surrounding the crape myrtle star, and played the meaning of assistance. However, when the little prince was born, the stars changed dramatically, and the crape myrtle star and the broken army star were in the same palace, which was already a vision, and when the two stars were in the same palace, the broken army was full of light, covering up the starlight of crape myrtle. Originally the emperor's crape myrtle star has become a foil for the broken army, this astrological implication that the existence of the broken army will make the emperor weaker and weaker, and when the army is at its peak, it will be the ...... of the emperor star."

The astrologer looked at Feng Yuan's increasingly gloomy face and didn't say any more, but the meaning of his words was self-evident.

This little prince is the nemesis of the emperor today.

The joy of the whole world suddenly became the sorrow of the emperor.

The astrologer said again: "Your Majesty, the little prince is in danger......

Feng Yuan interrupted him and said, "Is there a way to compromise?" "After all, the little prince has his blood flowing in his body, and he has to get rid of it with his own hands when he is born, even if he is the son of heaven, Feng Yuan is ruthless.

The astrologer said: "Tianhe Temple, a royal temple on the outskirts of the city, the abbot is a high-ranking monk, and he will send the little prince to him, and he will not be allowed to enter the palace for the rest of his life, which can dissolve this evil omen." ”

On the same day, the little prince Feng Jingruo was sent to Tianhe Temple, a royal temple on the outskirts of the city, overnight, and his mother Yunxi was sent to the cold palace after three months.

The eunuchs and eunuchs who had seen the little prince were all sent out of the palace and exiled to a wild place.

Overnight, all the information about the little prince Feng Jingruo in the palace was artificially erased, leaving only a few sentences-

On the first day of the fifth month of the ninth year of Chunyuan, the little prince was born, contracted a vicious disease, died, and the emperor mourned.

In the palace, almost no one knows about Feng Jingruo's existence.

He became a royal taboo

Eight years later.

At the end of April, Concubine Ming, one of the noble concubines in the harem of the Son of Heaven in Fengguo, went to Tianhe Temple with her son Feng Jingze to pray for the Son of Heaven.

The abbot of Tianhe Temple solemnly explained after the morning class that the whole temple must be taken seriously, and there must be no mistakes, otherwise the Son of Heaven will be angry, even if it is a royal temple, the consequences will not be bearable.

Feng Jingruo has been in the temple for eight years, and he has never seen a person with such a noble status come to the temple to pray, after all, people of the rank of the prince and concubine, they can only occasionally chat with one or two sentences when chatting after dinner.

Feng Jingruo, as an eight-year-old bun, is not as interested in the prince as climbing trees and picking fruits.

But the abbot said that this time the concubine came to pray, and if they behaved well, they would be rewarded.

Rewarding, whether it is a monetary reward or an item reward, has a great temptation for a small bun with empty sleeves.

However, before he could volunteer to serve at the prayer platform, he heard the abbot say: "Ruokong, during the time when Concubine Ming and the second prince came to pray, you are responsible for the sanitation of the backyard, and you are not allowed to go to the prayer platform, nor are you allowed to walk around in the temple." ”

Ruokong is the name given to him by the abbot after Feng Jingruo was sent to Tianhe Temple.

Feng Jingruo blinked and said, "Responsible for the backyard hygiene, is there a reward?" ”

"Of course not, how could the concubine go to the backyard." The little monk named Mingyi standing next to him sneered.

Feng Jingruo was unconvinced and said, "It's impossible for the concubine to kneel on the prayer platform all day. If you are tired, you will naturally walk around, and the scenery in the backyard is unique, maybe the second prince will also pass. ”

"Of course, when the concubine is tired, she will go back to the wing room to rest, how can she still walk around." Mingyi said.

Feng Jingruo wanted to say something, but he saw the abbot standing in front of them and said, "If you are empty, Mingyi, if you make any more noise, you will be punished to enter the precept hall to copy the meditation recipe a hundred times." ”

Feng Jingruo suddenly closed her mouth tightly.

Meditation formula, one of the four famous recipes of Tianhe Temple, is known for being long, boring and boring.

The precept hall does not see the light of day, it is dark and dull.

If you stay in the precept hall and copy meditation tips, for eight-year-old Feng Jingruo, it will be a torture of life.

Seeing that everyone had received the task to work, Feng Jingruo could only go to the backyard to clean up, and was not allowed to move around casually, and looked at the abbot for a long time, waiting for the abbot's comfort of "If the hygiene is done, there will be a reward".

Feng Jingruo had no choice but to take a broom and walk to the backyard with her little short legs.

What a troubled life for an eight-year-old.

There is only Feng Jingruo in the huge backyard.

Feng Jingruo swept the ground for a while, and his mind flew elsewhere. He remembered that there was a big tree in the backyard, and the fruit on the tree seemed to be ripe these days.

He threw down his broom, searched for a while, and finally found the big tree, which had only one fruit turned red.

Feng Jingruo squatted under the fruit tree, looking up at the red fruit on the tree, his round face full of confusion, because he realized that the height of this big tree was too high for his height......

He is eight years old and about one-tenth the height of the tree.

Fortunately, this big tree is obviously growing vertically and is relatively active, and the trunk is not too thick to grow alone.

Looking at this red fruit for a while, thinking that it was best to pick it and eat it within two days after it was ripe, otherwise the taste would not be fresh, Feng Jingruo finally made up his mind to climb the tree and pick the fruit.

He opened his arms, just enough to wrap the trunk around the tree, kicked his legs, and finally succeeded in climbing the tree with his hands and feet. By the time he reached the red fruit, Feng Jingruo was already exhausted and panting, his face was red with protein, and his cheeks were full of sweat.

He raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat that were about to drip from the corners of his eyes, and when he saw the red fruit in front of him, he grinned contentedly, took a deep breath, and finally raised his hand to pick the fruit into his hand.

Holding this fruit that was said to be very tasty, and at the risk of falling half-crippled, Feng Jingruo's eyes were bent into crescents. He was reluctant to eat it on the tree, thinking that he would have a good taste when he had swept the backyard and returned to his room, so he put the fruit in his arms and carefully prepared to climb down the tree.

At this moment, there was a movement in the treetops overhead, and Feng Jingruo looked up......

A large cyan snake was spitting out a snake letter staring at him.

Feng Jingruo is most afraid of snakes in his life, especially now that he is still pestle on such a tall fruit tree, this fear is even more profound. Xu was so frightened that he forgot to climb down the tree for a while, but stared at the big snake with his big round eyes.

Then the serpent crawled towards him along the branches.

Feng Jingruo: "!! ”

He screamed, leaned and fell from the tree.

At the critical moment, he didn't forget to take out the red fruit from his arms and hold it tightly in his palm to protect it, after all, if he fell face to the ground like this, the fruit in his arms would definitely fall into a lump of bright red juice.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the earth, Feng Jingruo had no choice but to close his eyes and couldn't bear to look directly at the posture where he fell to the ground after a while.

Just when he thought he was going to fall into the mud, but when he was about to touch the ground, someone grabbed him by the collar from above and lifted him up.

Feng Jingruo was overjoyed, opened his eyes, and was about to say thank you, but saw that the man turned his body over, and then ...... Let go of your hand.

Feng Jingruo: "......"

The next second, he fell to the ground with his back to the ground.

It's just that because of this hero's "rescue", he changed from a dog gnawing mud posture to a four-legged posture.

Luckily, at least I didn't break the face.

Feng Jingruo comforted himself like this. After all, Master said that this face is the most desirable for his whole body.

Moreover, when this posture fell to the ground, the red fruit on his hand was completely unharmed, and remained intact in the palm of his hand, which was in vain for him to spend so much effort to pick it.

When the dizziness in his head dissipated, Feng Jingruo turned over, raised his hand to rub the back of his head, and then put his palm in front of his eyes and took a look.

There was no bleeding.

He also knew his name.

I also remember that the concubine and the second prince came to pray today, he had to stay in the backyard and not walk around.

So the brain didn't break.

Master must be very happy because Master's face and brain, which he cares about the most, have not been broken.

Seeing the young man standing as straight as a tree standing on the side, Feng Jingruo felt that he should still express his gratitude, after all, without the help of this young man, his face might have fallen into a real bun face.

And because of this young man's shot, when he fell to the ground, the cushioning force was reduced a lot, his hands and feet were all there, his body was sound, his face was not broken, and his head was not broken.

Feng Jingruo hugged the young man like an adult, and said with sincere gratitude: "Thank you for the hero's rescue." ”

The young man still stood straight, as if he didn't see Feng Jingruo, and he didn't say anything when he heard Feng Jingruo's voice, which made him look more like a quiet tree.

After waiting for half a ring, seeing that the young man always played the role of a big tree, Feng Jingruo stood up and prepared to leave.

And then...... The serpent finally climbed down the tree.

Feng Jingruo: "......"

Without the slightest hesitation, he swooped behind the young man.

The young man was almost two heads taller than him, and he stood there just enough to completely block Feng Jingruo's body. Feng Jingruo tugged at his clothes, poked his head out and looked at the big snake spitting snake hyacinth on the ground, and said, "Hero, you ...... Are you afraid of snakes? ”

The young man looked at the approaching green snake in silence, Feng Jingruo had already begun to tremble in his legs, and stammered, "No...... Not as good as us...... Is it best to escape? ”

The young man suddenly pulled out the sword at his waist, raised his hand and waved the sword, the sword light flashed, and the green snake split into two, unable to move anymore.

Feng Jingruo: "!! ”

What a great swordsmanship! He didn't even see the move of the sword clearly just now, and he saw the young man withdraw the sword into its scabbard, without the slightest expression on his face.

Saved twice by the young man, Feng Jingruo scratched his face, stretched out his hand and handed the red fruit to the young man, and said, "This is for you." ”

The boy remained silent.

Feng Jingruo thought for a while and added: "It's delicious, you can know how delicious it is when you take a bite." ”

Feeling Feng Jingruo's strong eyes, the young man finally glanced at him, and said expressionlessly: "No need, you eat it yourself." ”

Feng Jingruo's eyes widened as if he couldn't believe that this young man could resist such a delicious thing, his round little face was full of shocked expressions, the young man was originally going to leave, but when he caught a glimpse of Feng Jingruo's surprised expression, he thought about it and stopped.

Then, he raised his hand and took the fruit from Feng Jingruo's hand.

As soon as his palms were empty, Feng Jingruo's heart was also empty, but he still said generously: "You taste it." Then he looked at the fruit in the boy's hand.

The young man was not in a hurry to eat, but played with the fruit in his hand, and when he saw Feng Jingruo looking at his hand with a pair of big eyes, a playful look flashed on the young man's calm face, but then he returned to an expressionless appearance.

He looked at Feng Jingruo's round little face and said, "I don't eat this." ”

Feng Jingruo's face was happy.

"But since you gave it to me, I naturally have to take it back and put it well, so as not to disappoint you." The boy said slowly.

Feng Jingruo: "......"

Then the boy lifted his feet and left.

Feng Jingruo followed behind him with his little short legs, and the young man walked a few steps before suddenly stopping.

Feng Jingruo's whole mind was on the fruit, and he didn't notice that the person walking in front of him had stopped, so he hit his head like this, and he hit it with a very real feeling, and he could almost hear a bang.

Seeing Feng Jingruo rubbing his red nose with tears in his eyes, blinking his big eyes and looking particularly aggrieved, the young man was slightly stunned, and then silently looked away.

Because he felt a little weak-hearted.

In the eyes of the young man, Feng Jingruo was a soft ball that was not yet high to his chest, and it was also a ball that looked very easy to bully. That's why he couldn't help but be bad.

But now this dumpling has red eyes and a look of grievance, which makes the young man silently reflect on why he wants to bully a small dumpling.

Feng Jingruo looked at the fruit handed to him, and was so surprised that he couldn't even care about the pain on the tip of his nose, he looked at the young man blankly, and the young man said, "Here you go." ”

Feng Jingruo shook his head again and again, how could he be embarrassed to take back the things he had sent.

The young man's eyes fell on his white and tender face, thinking that this round bun face should feel good when pinched, so he said, "If you feel embarrassed, let me pinch your face." ”

Feng Jingruo only hesitated for a second, and then sent his face to the young man very happily.

Boy: "......"