The three princes were all quite handsome. Xuan Sanjin sat in the front right row, with square jaws and eyes, and his expression was not good. The front left row is Xuan Si, with a slightly darker complexion, slender eyes, and sharp eyes. Xuan Wuyao in the back left row has a white skin and a round face, and he looks a little naïve.

Xuan Liuyao respectfully saluted the three princes: "The third emperor brother is good, the fourth emperor brother is good, and the fifth emperor brother is good." ”

Very obedient, the voice of the voice is as soft and sweet as sugar.

Xuan Sanjin did not move at all, and the unkindness in his eyes did not change at all. Xuan Si's face softened slightly, and he nodded slightly. Xuan Wuyao stood up in a daze and saluted back: "Hello sixth brother." ”

Xuan Liuyao walked towards the vacant seat behind Xuan Sanjin, but saw a leg blocking his way, Xuan Sanjin looked at him with a big face, his eyes full of provocation. His legs were slowly raised, and Xuan Liuyao was about to pass under his legs.

Of course, he would not be humiliated by this crotch, and turned his head around from the other side. Xuan San glanced at Xuan Si Jin, and Xuan Si also raised his leg to stop him. Fortunately, the classroom was large, and he obediently walked around the wall for most of the time before he sat down.

Xuan Sanjin and Xuan Si exchanged glances, one: Why didn't you stop him? A: How do you stop me?

A copper bell rang outside the door, and the thin Pingyang young master walked into the classroom.

The young master of Pingyang has white hair, a handful of goatee on his chin, and the corners of his eyes and mouth are collapsing, making him look gloomy. He looked around and found Xuan Liuyao, but there was no special expression on his face.

Xuan Liuyao was about to stand up and salute, but the young master of Pingyang had already sat down and opened the scroll and began to speak.

He was talking about history books, obviously continuing the lesson, and did not change the course because Xuan Liuyao intervened. Xuan Liuyao originally recognized the words, he was not in a hurry or impatient, and he didn't even have a piece of paper in front of him, so he just listened quietly.

Just listening to it, his eyelids sank and unconsciously stuck together. There is no way, he knows most of the ancient history told by Pingyang Young Master, and he has experienced some things himself, but sometimes history books and historical facts are not the same thing, and he can't listen to it.

If you can't listen to it, you won't listen to it, and what you recall in your dreams is more wonderful than history books.

The world takes a hundred years as a life, but he takes thirty years as a life.

At first, he was like a child, and he could hardly remember it, except that the land was wild, and there was not even a decent city, and sometimes he had to go hunting in the jungle, and sometimes he had to go to the sea. Later, the number of people gradually increased, and the houses were built together, and they became cities. In the beginning, people fought over the fields, then they fought and fought in groups, and then people recruited people to fight for land. When there are more people fighting, it becomes war.

Tribes become states, chieftains become emperors. Everyone is like an ant, carried forward by the rumbling fate, some are crushed under the wheels, and some are rushed to the bloody road. Flowers and weeds grew from countless dry bones, and they were crushed again, layer upon layer, in circles, and became the rings of the tree.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs.

The voice of the dog is like a human laugh. The laughter was clear in the ears, just on the side.

Xuan Liuyao woke up from his dream, opened his eyes and followed the prestige. The faces of the three princes were all in front of his eyes, all of them smiling and giggling, as if he was a big joke.

He felt the skin on his face tighten a little, and stretched out his fingers to wipe it, adding a layer of black to his fingertips. He changed his finger and wiped it again, and it was black again.

The three princes laughed even harder: "Hehe...... Haha......"

Xuan Liuyao sniffed his fingertips, it was the fragrance of ink. The ink used by the princes is good ink and very fragrant, but I don't know what they draw on their faces, I'm afraid it's not a king, right?

He didn't mind, it was just a joke between the children. It's just that their laughter is too presumptuous, like a few puppies barking wildly, which is a little annoying.

"Where's the water?" He asked Xuan Wuyao, who seemed to be the friendliest, and Xuan Wuyao pointed outside, signaling that there was water outside the house.

He wanted to stand up, he didn't want Xuan Sanjin to hold his head down. He pushed hard twice, but finally his strength was weak.

Since you can't stand up, get down.

He raised his hand to grab Xuan Sanjin's hand, turned around, lowered his head and slipped away from the side with a stool, and rushed out of the room with his little short legs.

There are two large water tanks on the side of the courtyard wall, which are used for fire prevention on weekdays. The water tank was almost as high as Xuan Liu, and he had to stand on tiptoe to see the surface of the tank. It's full of water.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to pry the water, someone stopped him and lifted him up, it was Xuan Sanjin's voice: "Do you want to see what is on your face?" ”

So kind? It's not that simple.

Xuan Liuyao thought in his heart, but his hand took the opportunity to remove the dust on the water surface and took a clear picture. Sure enough, it was a Wang Ba, very naïve.

Before he could finish laughing in his heart, his body was slammed forward, and his face was planted in the water. He was defenseless and choked on a mouthful of water. Fortunately, the diving experience in his previous life was still there, and before he wanted to inhale, his body had automatically relaxed and stopped breathing.

He waited for Xuan Sanjin to pull him out, but Xuan Sanjin didn't know whether he was panicked or deliberate, so he took him to the edge of the tank at will, but he ran away.

There is always a difference between this life and the previous life, Xuan Liuyao is only a three-year-old child at this time, and I am afraid that he will not be able to hold it for too long. Since Xuan San didn't care about him, he had to save himself.

His lower abdomen was on the edge of the tank, his legs were hanging out, but he had nowhere to borrow strength, his upper body was stuffed in the water, the water pressed his back, and he couldn't get up for a while.

The more I hold back, the more stuffy I get, and I can't hold it anymore.

He wailed in his heart: Do you want to die here?

Open the enchantment! I don't know who gave a command in his head.

The enchantment is immortal art, can he use it as a mortal fetus at this time? But it was too late, Xuan Liuyao could only concentrate and urge his heart.

The water in front of him kicked in with his thoughts, and he was pushed back a foot by the enchantment.

He let out a big breath and slowly raised his head, and the enchantment raised a layer of upward force, lifting his upper body out of the water. He straightened up with the force, slid down the side of the tank, and landed firmly on the ground.

Finally saved. He couldn't wait to look up to the sky and roar: Ben Xian is back!

Come back and be mortal. He was drenched by now, dripping with water. The floor next to the tank is also a circle of water stains.

He turned around and saw the three princes looking at him at the door of the classroom, and their expressions were all surprised, as if they didn't expect him to escape death.

Xuan Sanjin is obviously very unhappy. Xuan Sisi's shoulder was pressed by Xuan Sanjin, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or relieved. Xuan Wuyao seemed to open his mouth very blankly, and when he saw Xuan Liuyao pulling his sleeves and wiping his face, he happily walked over and handed him a handkerchief: "Sixth brother, wipe your face." ”

"Thank you, Brother Five."

Xuan Liuyao took the handkerchief, checked it by shaking the handkerchief, and there seemed to be nothing wrong, so he dipped the handkerchief in the water tank and squeezed it dry, and wiped his face carefully.

Xuan Wuyao pointed out where there was ink on his face, and even took a handkerchief to wipe it for him personally, which was very friendly.

The door of Qingming Yuan was closed, and Mr. and Xiao Huangmen were not seen in the courtyard, so no one rescued him when he fell into the water tank. Xuan Liuyao looked up and saw that the sun was overhead, and it was already noon. I slept dimly that night, and I slept on the first day of class, which must have left a bad impression on the young master of Pingyang.

Although the sun was shining on his head, and his wet clothes were still a little cold, Xuan Liuyao couldn't help but sneeze, and blew his nose with Xuan Wuyao's handkerchief, but when he raised his eyes, he saw a trace of disgust flashing in Xuan Wuyao's eyes.

Also, if your handkerchief is wiped with snot, you will definitely dislike it. Xuan Liuyao apologized embarrassedly: "Fifth Emperor Brother, I'll give you back a new handkerchief when I go back." ”

Xuan Wuyao smiled magnanimously: "It's okay. ”

Xuan Sanjin walked over, stood behind Xuan Wuyao and stared, his expression and tone were quite vicious: "Today you fell into the water tank by yourself, no wonder others, if you go back and talk nonsense, see if you can appear in this palace in the future!" ”

Xuan Liuyao nodded, without saying a word. He didn't plan to sue, but today he opened the enchantment, and he has one more ability to save his life, and he is a lot more sure in his heart.

Seeing that he was fine, Xuan San and they walked away.

Xuan Liuyao watched them disappear outside the garden gate, and his little yellow door Ah Jiu leaned in and looked in, as if looking for him.

His whole body is damp, if Ah Jiu sees it, he doesn't know what words will come out. Xuan Liuyao thought to himself, since he has the mental power of the fairy world, I don't know if he can use this mental power to dry this wet clothes.

The thought flashed, his mind froze, and a warm wind came down from the top of his head, enveloping his whole body. After a while, the clothes, shoes and socks were all dry, and they were softer and more comfortable than before.

It seemed that he had another rather practical little skill, and he shook his robe with satisfaction, and walked towards the gate of the garden with some triumph.

A man will float, and his body will fall.

About a little too proud, he didn't pay attention when he crossed the threshold, his little short legs tripped on the threshold again, snapped, Ah Jiu didn't have time to pounce under him to cushion him, he was already solid, like a little Wang Ba, came to the ground with a five-body throw.

The jaw shell hurts a little, the knee hurts a little, and it hurts a little bit everywhere. The more painful it was, the more sober it was, and it turned out that he was still a little mortal. Tears couldn't help but flow out, dripping down, quite embarrassing the face of the immortals.

Ah Jiu helped him up, patted his clothes for him quite weakly, and coaxed while patting: "Your Highness doesn't hurt, Your Highness doesn't cry." ”

After slapping his clothes, Ah Jiu went to slap the slate again: "It's all bad, it tripped our little highness, hit it, hit it!" ”

What's the matter with dry slate? It lay on the ground well, and didn't provoke anyone? Xuan Liuyao glanced at Ah Jiu, raised his legs and left. Unexpectedly, he stepped on the back of Ah Jiu's hand that slapped the ground, and Ah Jiu jumped up in pain.

Instead, he jumped back in fright.

The two looked at each other in panic. Ah Jiucheng apologized in fear: "It's all my fault, I actually delayed His Highness's walking, hit it, hit it." ”

His other hand was raised high, and when he saw that Xuan Liuyao didn't speak, he really fell heavily, and slapped the back of his hand that was already hurting, which naturally hurt a lot, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

Ah Jiu was about twelve or thirteen years old, and his stature looked delicate, and he was still a little cowering at this time. Xuan Liuyao felt compassion, and it was not Ah Jiu's fault: "I don't blame you." ”

One big and one small wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes, and went to the evening palace one after the other.

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At lunch, Fu Feiyan asked how he was studying in Qingming Garden today, Xuan Liuyao pretended not to hear, and carefully looked at the custard in the spoon whether it was born by a rooster or a hen.

His silence became a grievance in Fu Feiyan's eyes.

She immediately raised her eyebrows, and the silver chopsticks in her hand snapped on the ground, so startled that Xuan Liuyao's hand trembled, and the spoonful of egg custard of unknown origin spilled onto the table.

The eggs in the palace are distributed according to the quota, and they are not available every day. Especially Xuan Liuyao has experienced several generations of famine, and he cherishes every tea and meal at the moment, so he quickly pounced on it and sucked off the custard. There was still some sparse soup on the table, and he was about to stick out his tongue, Fu Feiyan picked up his back collar: "What about you, you were bullied in the library?" ”