But now there are only underage little white foxes around Xiao Yier. Although he desperately tried to protect his master, he had no deterrent effect.

Xiao Yi'er touched her side and quietly held a dead branch in her hand. Although his legs trembled in fear, he instinctively realized that once he showed a little cowardice, the big guy with bad intentions on the other side would rush up without hesitation.

The greedy gaze of the old wolf aroused the fierceness in Xiao Ran'er's heart. Recalling the moves taught by her mother and Uncle Shen, Xiao Yi'er's thick eyebrows from her father stood up, and her shining eyes seemed to burn.

The old wolf on the opposite side stared at the cloudy green eyes and took a step back in confusion. Hunger, however, left it with no choice. It leaned forward tentatively, its throat whimpering.

Sweat slid down Xiao Yi'er's forehead. Only he knew that his little hand that was clenching the withered branch had turned white with exertion, and he had almost lost consciousness.

Time seemed to stand still, and the irascible old wolf lost his patience.

At this critical moment, a feathered arrow broke through the air. The old wolf instinctively felt the danger. However, before it could react, the arrow made of fine iron had been firmly inserted into his hind legs. The old wolf hissed and turned to flee. Another feathered arrow had already followed closely behind and shot into its heart.

In the face of the sudden change, Xiao Yier obviously has not reflected it. He was stunned to see a small group of people coming out of the woods, the leader of whom was dressed in dark clothes, and gold lines were faintly visible on the neckline. The eyebrows are like thick ink, the eyes are like cold electricity, and they are not angry and self-assured.

He threw the bow and arrow in his hand backwards at will, and his servant caught it steadily.

"What a great little doll," the mellow voice sounded in Xiao Yi'er's ears. "Why are you alone, the adults in the family?"

Xiao Yi'er has not yet recovered from the tension of life and death. Xiao Bai jumped on his shoulders a few times, and two pairs of round black eyes stared at the Xuanyi man blankly.

"What, scared silly?"

"Wow-" The dark eyes quickly filled with tears, and Xiao Yi'er cried out loud in hindsight.

The man in Xuanyi was suddenly at a loss. Although he also has a son, he never dares to be rude in front of him. The other children were even more afraid of his majesty. This was the first time he had faced a crying child.

The kid across from it was a lot of fun. When facing a hungry wolf, his eyes were burning and he was not cowardly. At this moment, he threw himself into his arms, as if he wanted to dry all his tears.

He must have been terrified. Such a cute child, young and immature, is not as tall as his own legs. The man's heart suddenly swelled with tenderness that he had never felt before, and clumsily stopped the soft little body into his arms, gently patting and comforting.

If someone else were there at this time, you would definitely be able to see a comical picture. A man in a fancy dress nervously held a young child, his majestic eyebrows and eyes overflowing with tenderness, and let him wipe his snot and tears. But the entourage behind the man was as if he had been struck by lightning, and he couldn't believe that the always majestic and cold master had such a gentle expression, and his jaw suddenly fell to the ground.

The generous and warm embrace is particularly nostalgic. Xiao Yi'er, who had finally cried enough, reluctantly lifted her little face.

"Finally enough crying?" A joking voice sounded overhead.

Xiao Yi'er looked up and crashed into a pair of deep eyes full of smiles.

Only then did he realize that the "handkerchief" he had been holding to wipe his nose was someone else's clothes.

"Uncle, I'm sorry." The little face that had just cooled down was flushed again.

Xiaobai stretched out his little tongue and licked his immature face, not understanding why the little master had turned red today.

"Little doll, what's your name?"

"My name is Tang Zhuoyi. Everyone calls me Xiao Yi'er. ”

Tang Dynasty...... The man in Xuanyi couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

A servant behind him was not calm and asked strangely. "Tang is the surname of the country. Emperor...... Childe, isn't there also a royal family in this barren mountain and wilderness? ”

"Xiao Yi'er, where do you live and who else is in your family?" The man in Xuanyi, that is, Tang Qingyi, who was today, suddenly had an inexplicable expectation in his heart, and he couldn't help but ask anxiously.

"My house is in the woods in the middle of the mountains. There are mothers in the family, including Uncle Shen, Aunt Qin, Xiao Yi'er, and Xiaobai! ”

Don't forget to lift the fluffy little white in front of the black-clothed uncle.

Xiao Bai with a black line on his face slandered in his heart: Little master, why do you just tell others all the things at home!

Tang Qingyi's heart moved, and he couldn't help but ask eagerly: "Is your mother's name Qi Kexue?" ”

"Huh? Does my uncle know my mother? ”

"Yi'er!" For the first time, a generation of Sons of Heaven knew that the self-control he was proud of was so fragile. It's her, it's really her, the hard search, the long wait, the disappointment again and again, the search again and again, the emperor lives up to his heart, and finally has her trace! So, this kid -

"Xiao Yi'er, you ...... How old. ”

"I'm almost five years old! There are also ......" Xiao Ran'er broke her fingers, "four months!" ”

Tang Qing could no longer suppress his excitement, and hugged Tang Zhuoran tightly in his arms, as if he was holding a lost treasure.

"Uncle," Xiao Ran'er pushed him and asked, "You know my mother, so do you know my father?" ”

Tang Qing also felt that his heart had turned into water, and asked, "Yi'er wants to see Daddy?" ”

"Hmm." Xiao Ran'er nodded wiltingly, "They laugh at me for not having a father." ”

My heart pounded. I couldn't help but put the little lonely figure in my arms and tightened it tightly. Tang Qing also used a soft voice that he had never had before; "Ran'er take me to see your mother, and I'll tell you who your father is, okay?"

"Really? Uncle doesn't lie? ”

"Really, how could Uncle lie to you?"

"Great!" Xiao Yi'er happily hugged Tang Qingyi's neck. The bright eyes smiled and bent into a pair of crescents.

Xiao Bai also seemed to feel Xiao Ran'er's mood, and jumped on Xiao Ran'er's shoulder excitedly.

*

The sun was shining, Xiao Yi'er took Tang Qingyi's hand and walked in front of her bouncing. A handful of servants were far behind.

The road under your feet is winding and long. The child's happy laughter is like a silver bell, accompanied by the response of the man's mellow voice, in the gentle afternoon sunshine, moving like a song.

The young emperor who walked out of the shadow of the sword and sword has experienced the wind, frost, snow and rain, and enjoyed the warm pillow of the high bed, but his heart has never been as full and warm as it is at this moment.

There was a slender figure standing at the door of the small courtyard, and seeing Xiao Yi'er's small figure, the bright woman with an anxious expression finally put her mind at ease.

However, the next moment, the voice that had sounded in her dream for an unknown number of times echoed in her ears again, familiar and low, with a confident demeanor of strategizing.

She froze suddenly, and with a burst of heat on her face, she realized that she had tears in her face, and she lowered her head to wipe them away, but new tears poured out, and her cheeks, which were soaked cold by the mountain wind, and the tears were so hot that they ironed straight into her heart.

She stood still, and saw a familiar figure from far and near, the two most important people in her life walking side by side, small hands holding big hands, perfect like a painting.

Their eyes met, their gazes intertwined, and time seemed to stand still at this moment. Until Xiao Yi'er was surprised and distressed and stretched out her hand to wipe the tears from her cheeks, Tang Qingyi hugged her son with one hand, and gently stroked her tears with the other hand.

Disperse the wolf smoke and brush away the lead, I thought that after a long time, time would dilute all the charming feelings. However, a strong love is like a wine in a cellar, the longer it lasts, the more mellow it becomes, and the more fragrant it becomes.

That slender shadow came into view, but it had already been engraved in my heart.

Those firm eyes, wanting to forget, often appear in dreams.

Cher, did you know? After all the prosperity and wealth, I know that the six palaces are not as good as you smile, and the power in the world is just a lonely person, and the height is unbearable.

Cher, would you like to give me another chance? Recovering my happiness?

A pair of fools, a thousand words are paid with tears in their hands. And in the shadows under the eaves, the gentle man sighed. The falling flowers are intentional, the flowing water is ruthless, and an infatuated heart is ultimately unsettled......

*

A few years later.

Jealous of talent, Tang Qing, the emperor of the Tang Empire, also died of a vicious illness in his prime and passed on the crown prince. For a time, the whole city wore filial piety, and the whole country mourned.

Thousands of miles away, the elegant courtyard in the mountains and forests is a completely different and cheerful atmosphere.

"Daddy, you're back!" The immature child has grown a lot taller, and it is time to be naughty. But after going out for a long time, the neatly dressed clothes in the morning were covered with dust, and the two horns above the head were half scattered, and there were a few sticks of dead grass inserted.

Tang Qing also turned around and saw such a little mud child. I can't help but teach a lesson: "Look at your disheveled clothes, what do you look like!" ”

"Daddy antique!" Tang Zhuo also grimaced: "My mother said that this is called 'childhood', and Uncle Shen also said that I should be more lively, and don't drop my bookbag like Master Li under the mountain." Tang Zhuoyi stroked his non-existent goatee as he spoke, shaking his head and learning, "Potatoes are salty? Salty! ”

"Yi'er is smart, smart, lively and active. I advise you to restrain him less with your pedantic rules. Then the man in the green shirt who entered the door smiled gently, but he unceremoniously squeezed an expired emperor outside of his words.

"If the jade is not cut, it will hurt him if you spoil him." Tang Qing also immediately ridiculed each other.

"You're a seedling!"

"You're the wrong kid!"

Xiao Yi'er's black line found that her father and Uncle Shen started a meaningless quarrel again, which was really more naïve than herself.

"That's it!" Xiao Yi'er stood between the two. "Uncle Shen, didn't you promise me to ask me to ride a horse? Let's go. ”

"Why do you want him to teach, Daddy can teach you too!" Tang Qing was also instantly unbalanced.

"It was all taught by Uncle Shen before!" Xiao Yi'er answered truthfully.

Shen Boran proudly raised his eyebrows at Tang Qingyi, and was pulled out of the door by Xiao Yi'er.

Tang Qing also fell into a deep crisis, and he could only blame himself for being greedy for power in the past few years and missing Xiao Yi'er's first days.

"Daddy, aren't you coming?" Xiao Yi'er suddenly turned her head and glanced at him expectantly.

Tang Qing also stretched his eyebrows. I'm back, isn't it, and everything can start all over again.

The bright sunlight casts dappled light and shadow through the shade of the trees. In the bright landscape, another happy story began......