Chinese is a broad and profound language, and the two sentences "who is your father" and "who is your father" seem to have the same meaning, but in fact there are subtle differences.

Zhu Biao didn't notice this difference, he was startled by the uncle's question flying from out of the sky, and subconsciously asked, "Do you know my dad?" ”

The uncle refused to answer him, and then took a step forward, the distance between the two was shortened, and Zhu Biao's height disadvantage was revealed again, he couldn't help but want to retreat, but he didn't dare.

This ugly and handsome uncle is very strong, staring at him like a car headlight covering a lost deer boy, and he can't move in a panic.

"Are you ......" the uncle asked Zhu Biao a second question, instead of pursuing his previous question, it seemed that he had come up with the desired answer by wishful thinking, "What's your name?" ”

Brother Zhu is very honest: "Zhu Biao." ”

The uncle was angry: "Ridiculous! Monkey business! How can you call Zhu Biao! You are not allowed to call Zhu Biao! ”

"Why?" Little Brother Zhu was extremely aggrieved, "I was born with the name Zhu Biao!" ”

After the crossing, he was most happy that his name didn't have to be changed, and he could deceive himself when he didn't look in the mirror, the name was his last insistence, if even the name changed, he really didn't know if the Zhu Biao in the past was alive, or had died completely.

The uncle glared: "If I can't say it, I'm not allowed!" ”

Zhu Biao: "......"

Good, so fierce! It's probably too ugly and impactful, and the effect of this uncle's glaring is also very strong, Zhu Biao feels like being hit by the bridge of his nose and punching, and the sour taste has to be gritted to carry it.

He didn't dare to refute it anymore, but of course he was not convinced in his heart, he was tempered, and he was unwilling to ask the uncle for help, so he pouted and turned his head to leave.

"You can't call Zhu Biao, I haven't had time to name you yet," the uncle muttered to himself behind him, "Yunwen, Yunwen is a good name......"

"Zhu Yunwen, you are not allowed to leave, come back to me!"

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In the Qianqing Palace, the middle-aged man Zhu Di knew stood in front of the window and watched the scene in the courtyard with a smile.

He felt that the royal story was really interesting, much more interesting and complicated than a fake drama, such as the one in front of him, he thought it was a comedy, but the four princes regarded it as a main drama, and the two people who participated in the performance were mixed with joy and sorrow, stunned and confused, and all kinds of inexplicable feelings could not be appealed to others, and if they were to judge, I am afraid that they could only come up with the word "fate".

The fate of the person in the game depends on the player's chess move; The player in this game may also be the chess piece in the other game.

The middle-aged man thought with a smile that the Zhu family's father and son were really getting more and more ridiculous.

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Zhu Biao buried his head and rushed forward, it turned out that the potential of people is endless, in order to get rid of the strange uncle he had the strength to run again, and he met someone after running, and the kind-hearted forbidden army did not doubt his words at all, not only took him to the guard next to Chengtianmen (that is, □□), but also ignored the regulations prohibiting entry and exit after the palace was released, and secretly opened the small door and let him out.

There are still a lot of good people in the world! Brother Zhu said goodbye to his brothers in the forbidden army with tears, he was surrounded by the guards stationed in the guard, everyone looked at him strangely, but his behavior was very friendly, and someone stuffed him with a fragrant and hot roasted hot potato.

Zhu Biao was driven out of the imperial city with a roasted hot potato, behind him is the majestic and deep Chengtian Gate in the dark, in front of him is the Chang'an Avenue as wide as the surface of the water, the stars hang down and the plains are quiet, and everything is silent, and he seems to be left with a living person who breathes and knows how to be sad and thoughtful.

"Hey!"

Zhu Xiaodi was just about to immerse himself in a rare atmosphere and think about some Yan Sù's philosophical questions, when a familiar greeting pulled him back from the thorny road of becoming a philosopher.

He turned his head and saw a long figure in the darkness, standing there with his shoulders stretched and strong, as if he could support the heavens and the earth independently.

The man approached him slowly, Zhu Xiaodi was waiting in place with a fragrant and hot roasted potato, the starlight was faint, and the person's face seemed to be shrouded in a light pearlescent light, and he couldn't tell what color it was, and he couldn't tell if it looked good or not.

But of course Zhu Biao knows that he is good-looking, in his heart, this person may not be as beautiful as Xu Yan, nor can he compare to Bai Changqi's natural temperament...... But he is a role model for his growth, his goal for the future, and his idol now.

Zhu Di changed back into a neat military uniform, looked at him with his hands on his chest and lowered his eyes, frowned slightly, and said, "What did you do?" Why did it take so long to get out of the palace? ”

Zhu Biao: "......"

It's hard to say, his mood is very complicated, he wants to complain that Zhu Di led the team to leave him behind, and he wants to apologize, because he is always too useless when he gets lost, and he also wants to complain to Zhu Di that the palace is too big, he runs too hard, he can't meet people, he wants to cry, and he wants to cry when he meets a strange uncle, but fortunately, the brothers of the forbidden army picked him up, and he was still watched in the guardhouse......

No, Zhu Xiaodi thought vigilantly, why are these complaints so coquettish? Manly man, how can you be coquettish!

In the end, he didn't say anything, and raised the roasted sweet potato with both hands: "Eat?" ”

Zhu Di: "...... Eat. ”

The two squatted in front of the Chengtian Gate and shared a roasted sweet potato.

Zhu Di told him what happened later, his tone was flat, and the narrative was brief, to the effect that the murderer had been arrested during Zhu Biao's lost journey, it was the twenty-fifth prince Zhu Yi, and he asked the Jinyi guards to put Zhu Yi in prison, because Zhu Yi is a royal family and a minor, and has double judicial immunity, so how to deal with it will have to wait for the decision of the emperor's majesty and the Senate after consultation.

Zhu Biao's entire opinion on this is: "Oh. ”

He comes from a relatively peaceful and prosperous era, the common people have a high degree of trust in the government/government, he is only a high school student, and his understanding of the world only comes from books and the Internet, although he intellectually knows that there are many bad people outside, but the people he meets around him are good to him, and he feels that there are still many good people in the world. He decided that Brother Xiaolin was a good person, and the twenty-fifth prince was a bad person if he hurt them, and now that the bad guy was in prison, the matter was over for him.

Zhu Biao only regretted that he didn't catch Zhu Yi with his own hands, only a little.

Zhu Di seemed to guess his thoughts, hooked his lips and smiled, and stuffed the untouched half of the sweet potato into his mouth again.

"Hmmmm......mm I have a name, is the name 'Zhu Biao' really so bad? ”

Zhu Di pondered for a moment: "'Zhu Biao' is also my eldest brother's name. ”

"Huh?" Little Brother Zhu was surprised, "Such a coincidence? ”

Zhu Di raised his hand and touched his head.

"I don't know," Zhu Biao tried to open his eyes wide against his palm, "Isn't your eldest brother the prince?" Is there anything special here? And the leader of the country can't have the same name or something...... Having said that, I used to have a classmate named Li/Peng who was fine, but there was a classmate named Li/Hong/Zhi who was more unlucky......"

Zhu Di listened patiently to his nonsense, in such a lonely night, it seemed that only him and him were left in heaven and earth, there was no difference in class status, and he seemed to be far away from those external troubles, he was willing to give him a little more patience as compensation for him to use him.

He always did not hesitate to treat useful people better.