"Who told you that your life was short."

Huan Chun rubbed his hands and looked at the veins carefully: "Your life is long." ”

Mingyun directly withdrew his hand when he heard such a sentence, adults have a problem, that is, they like to deceive people. Huanchun coaxed him like a fool.

The data doesn't lie, and the expressions don't deceive.

Huanchun's somewhat incredulous expression just now had already determined everything.

Judging from Chu Buxiu's data, he will die in front of Chu Buxiu, on the Linglong Pagoda used to worship astrology in the palace, and on his seventh birthday.

"Not only did I have a short life, but I also lived a lonely life. That's how it should be said. ”

Mingyun said and snorted: "You don't have to lie to me, since you don't tell the truth, I don't have to listen." ”

Who told you that? Aren't you afraid of thunder and thunder? ”

Huan Chun blew his beard and glared at him and said, "Mediocrity will only mislead people's children." ”

Mingyun turned his face away, looking like he had seen through the red dust.

Huanchun turned his face to look at him, and Mingyun pinned his face to the other side, just not looking at people.

Most of the time he was lonely and widowed in his life.

His parents had little affection for him and were emotionally cold. When he was five years old, he died in the General's Mansion and chose to leave him forever. A life that can see through the ending at a glance, except for boredom is powerlessness.

"I said that in the future, you will be like a dragon, straight to the nine heavens, do you believe it or not?"

Huan Chun asked him.

Ming Yun laughed and said, "You didn't say that I went straight to the eighteenth layer of Yin Cao, I'm already very lucky." ”

"Look, you picked me up, and you still don't believe me?" Huan Chun said: "What method did Yongdao use for you to make you believe in him so deeply? The Ancestor of the Ten Thousand Paths stood in front of you and revealed the Heavenly Secret to you, and you still don't believe it? ”

Mingyun thought to himself, the mediocrity you keep saying is myself, and I only believe in myself.

However, what Huan Chun mentioned was that the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Dao had aroused his curiosity.

"What is the Ancestor of the Ten Thousand Daos?"

Huan Chun pointed to the sky and said, "I can be above the sky." ”

Mingyun nodded. He now felt that Huan Chun was not lying to him, but really in vain.

So, what does the overlapping data between him and Yuerao represent?

Even though Mingyun sneered at a person like Huanchun who was full of lies, his face was not visible, he jumped off the stone chair and arched his hand towards Huanchun and said, "Grandpa Huanchun, I still have homework to do, and I am going to go." Hello rest and thank you for your advice. ”

Huanchun took a bamboo skewer from the plate and put it in his mouth, and waved his hand: "Go, go, little cub." ”

Mingyun pursed his lips and shook his head as he walked.

Huan Chun looked at his departing back, slowly sat down in the chair, rubbed the joints with both hands on his knees, sighed and spit the skewer in his mouth to the side.

"Where is this nobleman, he is clearly a little ghost urging his life."

Palmistry really can't leak too much of a heavenly opportunity, but just a little snooping, Huanchun feels that his life has to be broken in half.

Mingyun was half right.

In his life, he was indeed a widow and a widow, and his fortune was heavy but his life was short.

I don't know where the parents who named him came from, whether it was intentional or unintentional, and the name revealed the creation of his life.

Mingyun, fate.

Life comes first, luck comes last.

Life is born, and luck is man-made.

If you have a few points of luck, dare to fight with fate.

There was an extraordinarily deep furrow on Ming Yun's hand tattoo, blocking all of his innate destiny. And the hand lines behind are messy, inextricably linked, and the wisps are entangled. This is, the son of heaven.

His life is in his hands, and it is not about the affairs of the Three Realms.

Huanchun's eyes gradually cleared, and he looked up at the clear sky, windless and cloudless sky. Stretched out his finger and said, "You, in the end, still favor the world, old thing." ”

Not everyone can afford the name Huanchun, because not everyone can have the ability to come back to life.

He said that he was above the heavens, and that was not unreasonable.

Heaven is nothing more than in charge of time, life and death, and weather, and he can reverse time, withered trees and spring, and call for wind and rain.

It's a pity.

Huan Chun touched his chest and rubbed it, there was not a single movement in his chest, it was nothing.

Huan Chun grabbed a handful of peanut beans on the plate, rubbed off the red skin on it with his hands, threw an accurate one in his mouth, poured another glass of wine, took two sips, and hummed a little song that he had heard at some point.

"But he said that he sat on the mountain and watched the tiger fight, and I don't know who the dragon and tiger will die in the end-"

Yuerao was once again awakened by a nightmare, covered in cold sweat.

The heart in the chest thumped, and the blood held up the blood vessels, bulging and bulging.

Yuerao didn't hold it for a while, opened her mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood outside the bed, she took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth as usual, and called the maid to deal with it.

Last time, she went to look for Yun Mi, but she saw Yun Mi and Yan Wugui writing in the front and the back, and the whole rice paper was full of love words, and she didn't want to go in for a while.

People don't seem to be satisfied.

More and more extravagance. And finally?

No matter how much you do, the world that doesn't fit in will eventually become a bystander.

"Mother, why are you vomiting blood again."

The maid brought warm water to let Yuerao rinse her mouth, Yuerao pushed it away and waved her hand: "You go to the palace and take out the things hidden in the cabinet." ”

The maid listened, nodded and opened the lock in front of Yuerao, and there was only a delicate wooden box in the empty cabinet.

The box exuded the smell of mellow mahogany, and the maid held the box over, and Yuerao asked her to retreat.

She shuddered to open the box, and in the red velvet lay a small piece of unknown wood, full of wooden nails. When you touch it with your hands, you will see that it is soft.

Yuerao stared at it for a few seconds, then closed the box again and stuffed it under the pillow.

After doing all this, Yuerao called the maid back again and asked, "Has the little prince been back to the palace?" ”

"Back to Niangniang, I haven't been back."

Yuerao's eyes sank and said, "You go to the palace to pass the word to the general's mansion, saying that the palace suddenly feels that time is running out and you want to see the little prince." I hope the general will be convenient. ”

"!"

Hearing the words that time was running out, the maid knelt on the ground with a pout, and Yuerao said with a hollow look in her eyes: "Maybe bring the little prince to visit, and the disease in this palace will be cured?" ”

"Alright, let's go while it's still early. That's right......"

Yuerao took two ingots of silver from the bedside and said, "You go shopping in the bazaar, see if there are any fresh things, bring them to the palace, and the palace will personally cook for the little prince." ”

Yuerao's eyes narrowed, expecting Ai Ai, I saw pity, and said: "I don't know why, I always think of another child in this palace recently." ”

Everyone in the palace thought that Yuerao gave birth to two sons and died one. Although Mingyun was said to be born by the queen, His Majesty did not like the queen, in folk terms, it was probably a favorite concubine to destroy the room, and the child who was born with hard work was handed over to the concubine to raise.

It is also because of this that the queen cannot afford to fall ill.

However, this royal family is so affectionate and affectionate, and can only blame the queen for her bad life, although she ascended the throne, she will never lose her love.

The maid was moved when she heard this, and said, "The slave will definitely bring the little prince." ”

"Well, don't bother the emperor to know."

Yuerao instructed.