History is always unsatisfactory, and cause and effect are always treacherous.

The clouds are impermanent, and the winds are impermanent...... Zhao Wujiang sighed, brushed aside the memory fragments, and walked towards the depths of Li Zhong's memory.

"I didn't lie to you." He muttered softly, his steps through the fog.

When he broke into history and fell in love with Wu Meiniang, then Li Xian and others in the original historical process would not be born, and the historical process wanted to deviate from the original track so much, and the remaining candidates for the throne were only Li Zhong.

He stepped through the last fog and saw Li Zhong curled up in the corner of his memory, wearing a gray and tattered robe, and his withered hair was disheveled.

"Zhong'er."

Zhao Wujiang called, kind and kind, soft as the wind.

Li Zhong slowly raised his head buried in the crook of his arm, his eyes were slightly red, and the water vapor gradually rose:

"Zhao... Master Zhao."

The fog rose all around, and Zhao Wujiang smiled kindly:

"Let's go, I'll take you home."

......

Fast horses.

Horses kick up dust.

Chaos rode his horse north, and Zhao Xiaoyin held him in his arms.

"Is it a big deal? What's wrong?"

Chaos was full of silver hair, and the streamer went straight into Zhao Xiaoyin's brain, which made him quite worried, he personally investigated, and found that something in Zhao Xiaoyin's body was being devoured, but he couldn't detect it.

He likes Zhao Xiaoyin very much, in his eyes, Zhao Xiaoyin has the sensible and gentle that he has never had at his age.

Zhao Xiaoyin felt the wind howling, the cold wind under the winter snow, trying to cut his little face:

"Uncle, no. I feel like everything is fine, Daddy has given me a lot of treasures, you don't have to worry."

Although he didn't know what was happening, he could feel Uncle Chaos's concern.

"Your father, it's just a lot of treasures, I love you." Chaos smiled, his legs clamped between the horse's belly, and his eyes were deep.

"Well, Daddy hurts me, Uncle, you... When I was a child, your father loved you too... I really want to grow up quickly..."Zhao Xiaoyin's little face was pressed against Chaos's back, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a little tired.

"My father... It's the patriarch of the tribe... He... It really hurts me..."Chaos looked distant, and smiled with emotion, "Every time I make a mistake, it hurts me..."

"Hehe... Uncle, it's not this pain..."Zhao Xiaoyin laughed, his eyes closed one by one, as if sleepiness swept over.

Chaos smiled:

"At that time, I was ignorant and always made mistakes, so my father would whip me with ancient rattan, and every time I finished pumping, he would patiently give me medicine...

I didn't understand it before, so I was angry with him, but now... There are many who have figured it out... When he pumped me, his heart must have hurt a lot... Alas... But I can't go back..."

"I know... I know..." Zhao Xiaoyin's voice was weak: "This is called... It hurts you..."

"Yin?"

Chaos listened to this weak voice and slowed down the speed of the horse, but his question was not answered, and he felt Zhao Xiaoyin sticking to his back, and there was no movement.

He chuckled in his heart, the neighing of the horse stopped, he supported Zhao Xiaoyin backwards, and hugged Xiaoyin off the horse with his backhand.

Zhao Xiaoyin smiled, his eyes were closed, as if he was asleep, and his breathing was slow.

......

The twenty-second day of the lunar month, the time of unitary.

Chang'an, Chang'an County, Chang'an Fang, Zhao Mansion, West Chamber.

"How's Xiaoyin?"

Chaos' silver hair was tied back in his head, and he felt a little remorseful for not being able to stop the streamer.

Zhao Wujiang muttered, "It's not a big deal, it's just corrupted by the power of the Five Elements Immortals..."

"Is this a big deal?" Chaos takes a deep breath:

"Corrupted by the power of immortals, I may not be able to resist it..."

Zhao Wujiang glanced at him, "You're not my son."

Chaos frowned, his eyes widened, and he groaned, "I'm going to kill you."

"Reverse the five elements, use the power of gold, water, wood, fire, and earth to disperse the immortal power in his body one by one." Zhao Wujiang's eyes flickered.

Chaos stared at Zhao Xiaoyin, who was sleeping on the bed, and his voice was hoarse: "It's not that simple, right..."

Zhao Wujiang took a slow breath and said with a wry smile:

"He'll sleep... A.. Time..."

"How long?" Chaos seemed to think of something, and his voice trembled.

"How long have you been asleep since Dayu slumbered until now?" Zhao Wujiang's voice was faint, the corners of his mouth were hooked with a wry smile, and his expression was extremely emotional.

"You can still laugh? That's thousands of years! If Xiao Yin has been sleeping for thousands of years, how can he bear all the vicissitudes of life!" Chaos gasped and grabbed Zhao Wujiang's collar.

"You were sealed by Emperor Shun, and the reason why it took thousands of years to wake up is because there is no one else who will dissolve the divine power of the seal in your body for you, and you can only rely on years to corrode!" Zhao Wujiang sighed:

"Now Xiao Yin is different, I will remove the power of the Five Elements Immortal in his body one by one for him, he will naturally not sleep for so long..."

Chaos had endured thousands of years of loneliness, and he didn't want Xiao Yin, the child, to bear it too, and now when he heard Zhao Wujiang's answer, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Otherwise, you should be his godfather." Zhao Wujiang laughed, seeing Chaos' mood fluctuations, he was a little emotional.

"Phew!" Chaos was stunned for a moment, and said in a panic:

"I can be your ancestor of Zhao Wujiang, and I can also be Xiaoyin... Godfather? Hmph..."

"I'm out!" He didn't wait for Zhao Wujiang to answer, turned to leave, pushed open the door, and found Wang Yanning and Wang Xi standing outside the door waiting, anxiously waiting for the result.

He looked upright, called his sister-in-law twice, and comforted him that everything was fine.

Zhao Wujiang smiled and withdrew the power of the spell, and then Zhao Xiaoyin's eyelids trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Daddy." Zhao Xiaoyin called softly, looking surprised, he didn't expect that he had just fallen asleep, and when he opened his eyes, he saw his father.

Zhao Wujiang gently hugged Zhao Xiaoyin, there was a sad look hidden between his eyebrows, he didn't say it, that is, every time the power of the five elements dispersed the immortal power in Zhao Xiaoyin's body, Zhao Xiaoyin would fall into a deep sleep for a period of time, maybe one or two years, or three or five years.

In other words, Zhao Xiaoyin, under normal circumstances, would have to sleep for at least five or six years before he could return to normal.

Or, if I step into the realm of true gods, I can settle the matter once and for all...... Zhao Wujiang hugged Zhao Xiaoyin and walked outside the house, and Wang Yanning and Wang Xi greeted him.

......

Farewell to the twilight, fireworks every year.

Datang Changping ushered in the new year.

Chinese New Year's Eve.

Zhao's mansion is lit up in a small courtyard.

Miao Miao, Zhao Xiaoyin and Zhao Qiqi laughed and ran in the light snow, sometimes making a pleasant and light laughter.

Zhao Wujiang reached out in the kitchen and stole a piece of delicacies on the plate, but was stared at by Wang Yanning, Wang Xi made a move on the side, and snickered when he saw this.

"Tonight, I want you three sisters to look good!"

Zhao Wujiang was stunned, put down the cruel words, and rolled out of the kitchen.

In the night, the sound of rubble on the roof of Zhao's mansion sounded, and a figure swept down, and then opened the folding fan in his hand and walked with a dashing face.

"You won't go through the gate if there's a gate, will you?" Zhao Wujiang complained.

The one who came was Chaos, lingering in the land of Chang'an every day, and using Zhao Wujiang's poems to hook up with the Qing people.

"Kill one person for a thousand miles, and don't leave a line for ten steps." Chaos shook his folding fan, his silver hair flying, and his face was full of wanton madness.

"......" Zhao Wujiang supports:

"That's called killing one person in ten steps, and you won't stay for a thousand miles!"

"It's all the same, isn't it just that you can run fast after killing someone? By the way, is this Li Bai you said earlier an assassin?" Chaos ignored Zhao Wujiang's face, sat on the wooden bench in the small courtyard by himself, and knocked on the big table:

"Still not eating?"

「

If I don't come, Taifu won't be able to cook."

A majestic voice with a smile sounded, and three figures walked into the small courtyard of the Zhao Mansion.

The person on the far left is the smiling Wu Meiniang, who is wearing a moon-white robe, a snow-white cloak, and a wooden umbrella in her hand, blocking the snow from the sky for the short old man in the middle.

Wu Santong has aged a lot compared to the past few years, and his original stern face has become more and more kind, and he is supported by Qing'er beside him at the moment, but the next moment, he frowned sadly.

I saw Qing'er wave her hand: "Zhao Wujiang!"

Then, like a butterfly with wings spread, it rushed to Zhao Wujiang with joy and threw himself into Zhao Wujiang's arms.

"Ahem." Zhao Wujiang coughed dryly twice, and was hugged tightly by Qing'er.

Wu Meiniang's eyes flashed a dangerous arc, and then she laughed, Wu Santong had a straight face, and he looked like he was old and immortal this Chinese New Year's Eve.

Chaos rolled his eyes and shifted his gaze to the poem on the folding fan, then shook his head.

"It's time to eat."

Wang Yanning wore an apron and walked out of the kitchen with two plates of delicacies, she smiled sweetly, and when she passed by Wu Meiniang, she called her sister familiarly.

"Third grandfather, I'll go inside to help." Wu Meiniang stuffed the wooden umbrella in her hand into Wu Santong's hand, and walked into the kitchen together with Wang Yanning, who had returned, hand in hand, like a sister.

At the same time, the East Palace of the Imperial City.

The crown prince Li Zhong is studying ancient books, and today Chang'an City is full of lights and beams, but the joy does not seem to have touched him.

In these years, every Chinese New Year's Eve, after eating the court banquet, he would return to the East Palace, sit alone, or read a book.

"Your Highness, Your Highness." The footsteps outside the door were approaching, and he looked a little flustered, and before Li Zhong could answer, the door was directly pushed open, and his personal servant broke in.

The servant's face was filled with joy, and he gasped one after another:

"Your Highness, Taifu, Taifu... You are invited to the house... You... Are you going?"

Li Zhong raised his head, he couldn't believe it, his lips trembled, his eyes were flushed for a moment, and he said in an urn voice:

"Go."