Chapter Seventy-Two: The Road to Sadness

Tie Xinyuan was a little disappointed, the little princess was not as elated as she imagined when she saw the armor, and the whole person became unhappy.

But he has always ignored this kind of thing, he has never understood the heart of a little girl, he didn't understand it before, and he still doesn't understand it now.

Because of the inexplicable injury, Wang Rouhua carefully avoided the old wound on her son's buttocks when she came back, and pulled a few boards hard, which made him hurt even more, and the next day he had to lie on the bed and watch the snowflakes floating outside the door and grit his teeth.

There was a reason why his mother whipped herself, and the biggest reason was to warn Tie Xinyuan not to try to control the power he couldn't control.

Niu San was afraid to say the same, which left Tie Xinyuan with a terrifying idea that the city of Tokyo was full of philosophers.

People are always curious, and in later generations, people are praising human curiosity, believing that it is curiosity that promotes the development of the entire social civilization.

From a distance, if it weren't for curiosity, the ape-man in ancient times would not have thought of coming down from the trees to the plains, and in the end he would not have been able to settle his home on the ground forever, let alone finally become a human.

If it weren't for the intense curiosity of the Neanderthals, who drove them away from the place where they were born, they would not have hammered a wooden stick on the head of their Homo sapiens cousin and ended up being the only human progenitor.

Out of curiosity, we invented all sorts of weapons, and eventually expanded to the point where just a few bombs were enough to send all of humanity to heaven.

The people of the Great Song Dynasty don't seem to like curiosity, and they think that all curiosity is actually the beginning of heresy and delusion.

Everyone is like a group of ants walking in a line on the edge of the bowl, even if they go around the bowl without a head or tail, not a single whimsical ant is allowed to climb down the wall of the bowl and finally find a wider sky.

The emperor needs everyone to stay under his wings empty-headed and accept his protection, the scholars want the people to accept their rule without thinking of anything, and the heads of the big families only want all their children and grandchildren to follow the path they have set and continue the family's genes into the long future.

Tie Xinyuan is actually different from the Great Song people, he is actually an ant left on the table, looking up at the countless ants marching along the edge of the bowl, feeling that their behavior is stupid.

This is a pain in the face of Tie Xinyuan.

It was only at this moment that he realized that although he was an ant standing on the table, he was still one of the ants walking by the bowl, and thousands of years of cultural education had already branded the Chinese seal on his buttocks, and he couldn't get rid of it.

Ants in other countries will go to find their own vast world after kissing their mother goodbye, the ants of the Chinese family are not successful, there are too many concerns, and their parents are still walking in line on the edge of the bowl, how can they travel alone?

Mother raised herself, is her biggest benefactor, but also her biggest fetters, Baozi will definitely be able to become a warrior, become a vicious killer who does all kinds of evil, just because there is a blind old lady, he has to fall to the end of being bullied by children.

On the other hand, Xiao'er has no fetters, this is the master who dares to say and do, and a mouth is a perverted suggestion that he wants to blow up someone's house to the sky and burn it to ashes, it sounds vicious, to be honest, Tie Xinyuan feels that it is really happy to live like that.

However, it was snowing heavily outside the door......

This reminded Tie Xinyuan of the first winter he came to this world, the weather that year was even colder than this year, and his house was not as warm as the current house, and when the snow fell the heaviest, his mother held herself in her arms, wrapped her body tightly with thick clothes, and chattered about her son's future.

Although the house was as cold as an ice cellar, my son did not feel any cold.

At that time, the hearts of mother and child were connected.

Tie Xinyuan felt that even if he had a big idea, as long as his mother didn't allow it, he wouldn't do it...... It's actually not bad to be a good son.

Lying at the door, he scooped up a handful of snow Tie Xinyuan and rubbed it on his face, the cold snow melted immediately when he met the hot cheeks, and the heart that was excited just now gradually became cold.

Actually, there's nothing in particular you want to do, isn't it just that you plan to live happily? It's not a big deal, just burn down King Pu's house.

Burning the Pu Wang's family is not a simple matter, this requires precise calculations, and Tie Xinyuan does not dare to hope that the gasoline he steamed can reach the power of refined gasoline in later generations.

And the matter of steaming oil also needs to be kept extremely secret, and it cannot be known to outsiders, Baozi is a good candidate for work, but his IQ is a big problem.

There is no rule in the myriad of things, the big words are out, but the preparation is a big trouble, I don't know where Xiaoxiao got the oil, and the way is clean or not?

Thinking about things and thinking about yourself is hot, which used to be only possible when you missed some special scenes, but now, without hormonal stimulation, the blood will become hot, which is a very good feeling.

Tie Xinyuan straddled the bench under the wooden shed, watching the white snowflakes slide down in front of him.

Heavy snow is the best fig leaf, it can cover all the filth of the world, and of course, it also makes the hot spring flowing into Pu Wang's house have nothing to hide.

On the snow-covered land, wherever the hot springs flow, the muddy ground is exposed, and the temperature here is much higher than in the rest of the place.

Xiao'er happened to be standing on a muddy ground, looking at the Zongzheng Mansion in the lower place with a smile on his face.

Tokyo was originally built on a gently sloping land, but the Imperial Ouchi occupies the highest sunny slope, and the palace gate continues down to the horizon.

Since the accession of Taejo to the throne, the Sosho Mansion has been located here, and there are master craftsmen who deliberately take hot springs from the ground, hoping to use the hot springs to maintain a touch of spring color for the cold city of Tokyo, although it costs a lot of money, but the meaning is far-reaching.

In the years of Taizong, the hot spring became cold for no reason, coinciding with the defeat of Taizong's army in the body of the arrow, lingering on the sick bed after many years, the dragon controlled Bintian, and then there was a statement that the hot spring was unknown, and the first emperor gave up the heart of the hot spring, and let it become an ordinary flowing spring.

It was not until the king of Ruyang County entered Beijing and served as the Zongzheng Temple of the Great Sect that he voluntarily spent a huge amount of money and dug 30 feet of ground to make the hot spring reappear, and built a lotus pond in the Zongzheng Mansion, wrapped it with a hot spring, and extracted the lotus root of Taihu Lake from the land of Taihu Lake and planted it all over the pond, which only then appeared the grand scene of the red lotus blooming in winter, which was very wonderful, and did not wait for leisure to look at it with outsiders.

After the hot spring wraps the lotus pond, the residual heat has not been wasted, there is a huge pottery pipe to connect the hot spring, there is hot water to pour into the white jade pond after hanging the water spraying beast head, the mist rises in winter, the mist is steaming and the shadow is steam and fog, there are often beautiful people bathing here, which can be called heaven and earth.

Xiaoxiao followed the black line formed by the mud, and unconsciously walked into the apricot forest, which is also a relic of the Taizong period, and the 100 acres of apricot forest is the best scenery in Tokyo.

In winter, the apricot groves are not guarded by soldiers, but in the spring, they are the perfect place for the best people in Tokyo to see the apricot blossoms, which bloom ten days earlier than the rest of the city.

The apricot grove is inaccessible, and Xiaoxiao came to the deepest part of the apricot grove, which is also the closest place to the back wall of Zongzheng Mansion.

Xiaoxiao didn't care about the mud everywhere and lay down on the ground, put his ear on the dead leaves and listened quietly, and sure enough, there was the sound of gurgling water from the ground......

"The distance is a bit long, the time is not easy to control, and the effect is unpredictable."

Xiaoxiao, who straightened up, wiped the mud off his face and muttered to himself.

Tie Xinyuan had an injury on his head and it was difficult to see people, so Wang Rouhua came to Zaozuka Alley early in the morning to supervise various matters related to the opening of the new store.

She was not happy to beat her injured son last night, and she gently beat her chest with her fist, and the carpenter who came to work in the shop with a perfunctory smile.

The old carpenter is just that, the rotten little carpenter who learned the craft from the carpenter's father, which made Wang Rouhua pay a few attentions.

There is nothing to say about the son inheriting his father's business, watching the little carpenter with a blue nose and swollen face opening the tenon on the wood one by one, Wang Rouhua suddenly felt that her beating of her son last night was simply stupid.

After all, he is still just a little child, even if this child has been sensible since he was a child, he is still a small child, when other people's children are so old, it is when chickens and dogs don't love them, but their own children rarely cause trouble to themselves, and it is only the first time that they have been injured like this.

Somehow, Wang Rouhua's heart was very flustered, she had always been a decisive person, so she immediately dropped the work at hand, called Gu Sister-in-law to help see the progress, and drove the carriage to the house quickly, if you don't talk to your son today, there will be no peace in your heart.

Heavy snow covered the city, and there were only a few people walking around the streets, and it was the end of the year, and many people from other prefectures who were doing business in Tokyo had gone home, and it was important for them to make money in business, and it was also important to go home to visit their parents.

The carriage could not go fast on the stone streets, and the horse's hooves were always slipping on the ground, and the horse was already familiar with this road, and he could walk home without Wang Rouhua driving him.

Finally returned home, Wang Rouhua hurriedly pushed open the courtyard door, but saw Tie Xinyuan sitting in the basket where the fox was hanging on weekdays, and was slowly rising towards the city wall by two stout sergeants carrying a rope.

"Where are you taking my son?" Wang Rouhua hurriedly ran to the base of the wall and grabbed the basket and asked urgently.

Wang Yan, who was standing on the city wall, smiled and said, "What else can I do, Your Majesty wants to meet your family's demons......"

PS: Christmas Eve was not peaceful, and the liver is still hurting, and it was angry, so that one chapter was missing, and this chapter was the chapter that was going to be sent last night, sorry. Worship and worship. You see, I'll write two more chapters.