After a few more days, Wuyin couldn't help but want to put on Xiao Wushuang every time he saw the cute little Lori's clothes, and every time he saw Wushuang who was playing, he kept struggling, and finally he started.

Xiao Zhengyang was taken by Wuyin himself because he was a child, and every time he saw his father holding the little clothes, he looked at him and knew what his father wanted to do, so he silently lit a wax for his eldest brother. He suddenly felt that there was also a sense of crisis, would he be worn by his father when he grew up, no, he would never wear it, and he would firmly refuse.

One day, Xiao Wushuang was sleeping soundly again, Wuyin took the little clothes to the room, and the maidservant saluted and said softly: "Lord, the prince is sleeping very soundly." ”

Silent waved his hand: "You go down first." ”

"Yes." The handmaid withdrew.

Xiao Wushuang rubbed his eyes when he heard the voice, woke up, and saw a familiar person, so he stretched out his hand: "Daddy, hug." ”

"Good." Wuyin rubbed Xiao Wushuang's plush head.

Xiao Wushuang got up and sat on the bed, and helped him change into his clothes with a silent smile: "Wushuang, is it good-looking?" ”

"Beautiful." Children love novelties.

Soon changed Xiao Wushuang into small clothes, Wuyin combed him with a cute hairstyle and wore some small accessories, Xiao Wushuang flashed his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror and felt very curious.

After dressing up, Wuyin couldn't help but hug Xiao Wushuang and rub it: "It's so cute, so cute." ”

Xiao Wushuang tilted his head with his fingers and looked at Wuyin, not knowing what his father was doing, why he was so happy, but the silent laughter infected him, and he also learned to squeak and laugh out loud, like a blooming little flower.

Xiao Zhengyang can also walk around, after he woke up, the maid changed his clothes, he walked around by himself after breakfast, the maid has been following behind him for fear that something will happen to him, but seeing Xiao Zhengyang walking very steadily, the maidservants can't help but feel very surprised, ordinary children still need others to lead them at this time to tremble and walk, but their little son, only a year old can walk so steadily.

Wuyin hugged Xiao Wushuang out of the room, and happened to meet Xiao Zhengyang, Xiao Zhengyang looked up at the eldest brother in his father's arms, oh my God, his eldest brother, cough, is as cute as Xue'er (Zhuang Hua's niece) at the beginning.

"Come, say hello to my brother." Wuyin squatted down and put Xiao Wushuang down, Xiao Wushuang walked in front of Xiao Zhengyang and stretched out his hand to touch Xiao Zhengyang's head.

"Hello brother."

"I was touched by my eldest brother, and I was tired, but it was clear that his real age could be his eldest brother's grandfather."

Since the last time I changed the Lori costume for Xiao Wushuang, Wuyin has become more in love with making all kinds of clothes, and has made a lot of dolls, small hats and other things.

He bought a lot of different kinds of fabrics, sewed a rhubarb pillow, stuffed it with soft cotton wool, and made a cute little hat for Xiao Zhengyang to wear.

Xiao Zhengyang saw it in his eyes, he couldn't understand his father's fun, every night he could see his father sewing things, the female red was better than Qixiu's sisters, the embroidered flowers on it were so exquisite, why would a big man do it, it was really strange, although there were male disciples in the village who would do it in the Tang Dynasty, but no one would ever be like his father.

While the child hasn't grown up yet, when the memory at this time can't be remembered clearly, make more cute loli outfits for Xiao Wushuang, and when he understands that he is a boy, he can't wear it when his memory begins to be deep.

Time is like water, and soon another two years have passed, Xiao Wushuang is four years old, Xiao Zhengyang is also three years old, Wuyin was killed by Xiao Wushuang, this child is very energetic, scurrying around in the palace every day, Wuyin feels that he can teach him martial arts.

"Wushuang, is it good for Daddy to teach you swordsmanship."

Xiao Wushuang frowned and asked, "What is a sword?" ”

Xiao Zhengyang watched from the sidelines, he wanted to learn swordsmanship, but his father just wouldn't let him touch it, alas, because he was too young.

"Daddy will show you!" Without music, he took out the light and heavy sword and swung it, his swordsmanship has become more and more perfect over the years, and this Tibetan sword swordsmanship makes the flow of water.

After reading it, Wuyin happily asked, "How is it?" ”

"Don't." Xiao Wushuang's head kept shaking like a pendulum clock.

"Then what does Xiao Wushuang want to learn?" Wuyin was a little lost, obviously his sons were so fond of swordsmanship before, look at Xiao Ci, look at Ah Xue, look at Zhao'er, look at An Zhi, Wushuang, why are you so different.

"I don't understand." He was still young and he didn't know what he could learn.

Wuyin scratched his head, and suddenly had an idea, so he ran to the room: "You wait for me?" ”

He ran at a speed like a gust of wind, leaving two confused babies there, Xiao Zhengyang watched his father walk in a hurry, and the corners of his mouth twitched, he felt that he had changed a lot over the years, and it must have been brought by his father.

Soon, Wuyin came out with a bunch of things: "Come, son, pick one you like." ”

Xiao Zhengyang's eyes widened, these are all weapons of various sects! Where did his father get the Thousand Machine Boxes of the Tang Sect, the Worm Flute of the Five Poisons, the Judge Pen of Wanhua, the Double Swords of Qixiu, and the Long Sword of Pure Yang, but it is useless to have these weapons alone, how can his father teach his eldest brother?

Xiao Wushuang looked at those things hesitantly, and felt that they were all good-looking, but he still liked Wanhua's purple weapon the most, that was Wanhua's 90 Little Orange Wu Ziluo resentment, so he reached over and picked it up, the weapon was still quite heavy, and he couldn't hold it. It's a pity that he doesn't want to give up and still can't hold it all the time, he looked at Wuyin aggrievedly: "Daddy, I can't hold it." ”

"Haha, you are still young, it seems that Xiao Wushuang is going to be a disciple of Wanhua, okay, then Daddy will teach you to travel between flowers and deviate from the scriptures!" Silent and hearty smile, his son is so cute.

The sad little Wushuang didn't know what his choice represented, it was a more painful choice than practicing swords.

Xiao Zhengyang looked at his eldest brother, inexplicably distressed, his eldest brother sold himself like this.

"Beautiful." Xiao Wushuang pointed to Wanhua's brush and said.

Wuyin touched his nose: "If you have vision, you are worthy of being my son." ”

Zhuang Hua's heart was broken, and Zhuang Hua's heart was bitter.

Since then, Xiao Wushuang has embarked on a difficult road and begun his journey of learning through thousands of flowers.

Now that they can begin to read and write at an age, Wuyin took the two babies to the study, backyard and other places together, and gave them a learning environment from time to time.

Wuyin teaches very seriously, Xiao Wushuang is very naughty and playing, sometimes holding a brush and throwing around, sometimes scribbling on paper, Wuyin did not scold him but taught him how to do it, child, he has seen a lot, and knows what is the best way to use.

Originally, I just planned to teach Xiao Wushuang to teach Xiao Zhengyang by the way, but I didn't expect Xiao Zhengyang to be so powerful! As soon as he learns, Wuyin always doesn't hesitate to praise him, and Zhengyang is embarrassed to hear it, obviously he has learned it for a long time, but he was praised by his father like this, he is not a prodigy, but he has lived for many more years.

For his current eldest brother, Zhengyang feels that if such a talent is in Datang, he must also be a popular figure, and the eldest brother is very good to him, every time he eats a sugar gourd, he has to share half of it, and he gives him everything he has first, but unfortunately he really doesn't need it, but every time he sees his eldest brother's watery eyes, he has to accept it.

Thinking of this, he remembered the previous thing about the sugar gourd, since his eldest brother can eat this kind of thing, his father gave his eldest brother a taste of the sugar gourd, and then it was out of control, the eldest brother chased his father every day to ask for the sugar gourd, his father knew that the child could not eat more and refused to give, in fact, there was also a reason that the father wanted to eat it and finally reached an agreement, one for two days, this is the most, the eldest brother he was reluctant to eat it in one go, eat half and leave half, the father saw it, the sugar gourd was not skewered, give one.

At that time, he looked at his eldest brother's "complaining" little face every day, and he was really helpless.

Xiao Wushuang grew up again, and Wuyin began to teach him some simple medical knowledge and cultivate his cultural literacy, because he was still young, he taught a little every day, not a lot, otherwise he couldn't digest the teaching, and it was also a white teaching, so little by little, over time, he would eventually achieve the result that Wuyin thought of.

Knowledge like this should be boring, and his temperament is very lively, Wuyin is worried that Xiao Wushuang doesn't like it, but I didn't expect him to like this very much, every day urging Wuyin to teach him a little more, sometimes you don't teach him, he still rolls around, so that Wuyin has no way, so he has to teach him a little more, since he wants to learn, he will teach.

Unconsciously, Xiao Wushuang was already seven years old, and he recognized a lot of medicinal herbs, and he also knew where some of the acupuncture points in the human body were. Xiao Zhengyang, Wuyin has not taught him swordsmanship yet, and plans to start teaching in a few months.

Zhengyang he has not touched the sword for six years, his hands are itchy, one day there is nothing to do, he picked up the wooden sword that his father sharpened and suitable for him to practice, even if he has not practiced swordsmanship for many years, but his realm does not fall but rises, and the swordsmanship seems to be imprinted in his soul and has never faded.

He closed his eyes and used the heart sword, he thought that he would be rusty after so many years, but he found that it was his body's instinct to use the sword, and his swordsmanship was more natural, more freewheeling, and without shackles.

The more I practiced, the more fascinated I became, and I didn't even hear the footsteps around me.

When Wuyin came back, he suddenly heard the sound of making a sword, and he was curious in his heart, Xiao Wushuang shouldn't know how to use a sword, how could someone practice swords in the house, so he walked over and found that it was Xiao Zhengyang!

The swordsmanship used by Zhengyang was higher than his realm, and the simple sword moves were full of sword intent.

Wuyin's heart sank, Zhengyang was just a child, and he had never taught him, how could it be, he said coldly: "Zhengyang." ”

Only then did Zhengyang react, turned around and saw that his father was so frightened that he directly put away the sword, and soon he calmed down and put the sword behind him: "Dad." ”

"Who the hell are you?" Wuyin can't believe that his son was worn by someone else!

"I'm Ye Zhengyang." Zhengyang felt a little sad in his heart, was his father suspicious of him.

Silence slowed down: "You have been you since birth?" If that's the case, he will accept it, as long as Zhengyang is the one he has always loved.

"Yes."

Wuyin went over and hugged him: "That's fine, you're still my son." ”

Zhengyang looked at the silent and firm eyes, and tears couldn't help flashing in his eyes: "Dad." ”

"By the way, your swordsmanship is very good, what was your name before?" Silent asked curiously.

Zhengyang hesitated for a moment and thought about whether to say it or not, and finally felt that he should be honest with his father: "Dad, my name is Ye Ying, Ye Ying of Tibetan Sword Villa." ”

“！” Ye Ying! Isn't it, isn't it!

Wuyin's whole person is confused, Zhuang Hua is his son! Nima, what the hell is going on, oh my God, what did he do, he had been telling Xiao Zhengyang about Jian San before, and he also said bad things about Ye Fan, QAQ.

He felt that the future was bleak and hopeless, and all the things he did were seen by his male god Zhuang Hua!

Wait, why did Zhuang Hua become his son, Meow Meow, you give him mellow and get out, give a good explanation, he can't accept this setting.