In this mountain, apart from the sound of the wind, there is only the sound of animals, and if you are left alone in this mountain, it is terrifying to think about.

Fortunately, the white-haired grandfather picked up a buckwheat flower and went into the mountain, so that he had someone to accompany him, so Zhu Ciyi's heart didn't seem so panicked.

"Sister buckwheat, the sun is about to set, why hasn't Grandpa come back?" Zhu Cijiao sat on a wooden stake and looked at the setting sun and asked.

"Should be back soon!" Buckwheat was busy collecting dried herbs in front of the hut.

Zhu Cijiao jumped down from the stake and picked up the medicinal herbs into the basket with the buckwheat.

"Sister Buckwheat, do you know how to cook?"

"Yes, I learned it when I came to the mountains."

"Then we will collect the medicinal herbs, cook rice and wait for grandpa!"

"Okay, you're still sensible, little girl."

"Grandpa is so hard, we are not sensible, grandpa is not happy one day, what should we do if he throws us to the wolves."

"Yes, don't scare my sister, I don't want to be eaten by wolves."

"As long as we are diligent and share some of the burden for grandpa, grandpa will not."

"Well, it's still the younger brother who is right, let's quickly collect the medicinal herbs and go to cook."

After harvesting the dried medicinal herbs, buckwheat carried the medicinal herbs into the house, and Zhu Cijiao went to the back of the house to pick up some dry firewood and began to make a fire to cook.

Although Buckwheat is only six years old, she is very quick to do housework, and Zhu Cijiao can only give her a hand.

"Xiaoyi, you can wash these wild teas, wash them clean."

"Okay, Sister buckwheat, don't worry, make sure it's clean."

Zhu Cijiao scooped a few scoops of water from the wooden barrel and poured it into the wooden basin, washing the wild vegetables one by one.

These wild vegetables were picked by him and buckwheat outside the house at noon, and there were five peels, two broken roots, dandelions, etc.

Zhu Cijiao washed them in categories, and put them in a pile in each category.

In a moment, buckwheat made these inconspicuous wild vegetables into three dishes: stir-fried five skins, two cold shakes, and boiled dandelions.

After the buckwheat finished the meal, Zhu Cijiao went outside the house to wait for his grandfather to come back, and as soon as he stepped out of the door with his front feet, a shadow shook in front of him, and the white-haired grandfather appeared.

"Grandpa, you're back! You've been out for a day, you're tired, sit down, I'll give you a beating. Zhu Cijiao said, pulling his grandfather to sit on the stone, and a pair of small fists were evenly pounded on his back.

"Xiao Yao, what's your surname, if you don't have a surname, then take your grandfather's surname, right?" The white-haired grandfather tested Zhu Cijiao again, it is impossible for such a child who accompanies Ming not to know what his surname is.

"Well......" Zhu Cijiao paused and said, "I have a surname, my surname is Zhu, what is my grandfather's surname, I consider whether to have a grandfather's surname." ”

The white-haired grandfather was taken aback, and turned to look at Zhu Ciyi: "Your real surname is Zhu, is your name only two words 'Zhu Yao'?" ”

Zhu Cijiao shook his head and said, "No, there are three words, my name is Zhu Cijiao." He thought that when the white-haired grandfather came to the mountain, it was estimated that he was not even born, and it was impossible for him to know that he was the son of King Gui.

Zhu Cijiao noticed his grandfather's reaction when he heard the surname "Zhu", so he deliberately revealed further information to test whether the white-haired grandfather was related to the royal family.

In that era, when an old man like the white-haired grandfather talked about the "Ci" character of the Zhu family, he should think of several princes of Emperor Zhenzhen as the "Ci" character.

Sure enough, when Zhu Cijiao said his name, the white-haired grandfather was shocked again, and tried to calm himself: "Grandpa's surname is Zhang, you have a name and a surname, so you don't need to have your grandfather's surname, don't beat it, let's eat." ”

"Okay, grandpa, Sister Buckwheat may have done it and made three dishes!" Zhu Cijiao praised buckwheat while following his grandfather into the house.

"This is what I did with Xiao Yao, grandpa, do you think it's okay?" Buckwheat looked at the white-haired grandfather and said.

The white-haired grandfather picked up the chopsticks and tasted the stir-fried five-clip skin: "The buckwheat stir-fry has made progress and is delicious." ”

As he spoke, he sandwiched a clip of five skins and gave it to Zhu Ciyi: "Cijiao, you eat a little more, I dare to guarantee that you haven't eaten this dish." ”

People born in King Gui's mansion, where do they go to eat wild vegetables?

Zhu Cijiao could hear that grandpa's words were in his words, but he only nodded and said, "Okay, thank you, grandpa." ”

After dinner, buckwheat went to her bed, leaving Zhu Cijiao and the white-haired grandfather sitting around the table.

The pine lamps hanging on the pillars flickered on and off, and the room was so quiet that you could hear the sound of breathing.

"Grandpa, let's play a game called Truth or Dare, okay?" Zhu Ciyi, who is very scheming, wants to use games to show the life experience of his white-haired grandfather.

"Okay, how do you play this game?" The white-haired grandfather, who also wanted to know Zhu Ciyao's life experience, took over.

"Playing with hammer paper, scissors, whoever loses, answers the other party's question, and is not allowed to tell lies." Zhu Cijiao introduced the rules of the game.

"Okay, let's go."

The grandfather and grandson each stretched out their right hands, and the game began, and the two shouted the game password in unison, and at the same time used their own gestures.

"Hammer, scissors, paper"

"Hammer, scissors, paper"

Jiang is still old and spicy, just shouted two rounds, Zhu Cijiao out of "cloth", white-haired grandfather out of "scissors", Zhu Cijiao lost.

"Grandpa, just ask! Tzu Yao must have answered sincerely. ”

"What are the names of your parents and why did they flee?" The white-haired grandfather really wanted to know Zhu Ciyi's identity.

"Father Zhu Youlang, mother Wang, father called the emperor, and the child was separated from her parents in the evacuation and escape from Zhaoqing...... "Zhu Ciyu took the risk to tell the truth.

Before he finished speaking, the white-haired grandfather stood up and knelt on the ground: "The slave should die, the slave will meet the prince of Ciji!" As he spoke, his forehead knocked on the ground.

The white-haired grandfather suddenly staged "slaves worship the prince", which caught Zhu Cijiao off guard, and he immediately stepped forward to help his grandfather: "Grandpa, get up quickly, you torture Cijiao?" ”

"Don't call me grandpa, I'm a slave Zhang Yin, a slave should die, a slave should die." Zhang Yin shook off Zhu Ci's hand and kowtowed frequently.

It turned out that the movement of the drizzly game was too loud, which alarmed the buckwheat flower in the other room, and she ran over and asked, "Brother Brother, what game do you play, I want to play too." ”

"What are you playing, buckwheat, kneel down and worship the prince!" Zhang Yin ordered loudly.

This reversal is too fast, Zhang Yin was still a grandfather just now, and he became a slave in a blink of an eye, and Xiao Yi was still her younger brother just now, and he became a prince in an instant, what kind of game is this?

The buckwheat flower was still in the second high monk's head, so Zhang Yin pulled her to kneel on the ground: "The slave Zhang Yin and the people's daughter buckwheat visited the prince and atoned for the prince's sins." ”

"Zhang Yin, buckwheat, please calm down, now that the national fortunes are low, I am waiting here, you don't have to be formal, I live in seclusion here, and it is not suitable for outsiders to know." Now that Zhang Yin recognized his identity, Zhu Cijiao asked Zhang Yin as a prince.

"Hey, the minion remembered, thank you, prince." Zhang Yin and Buckwheat kowtowed to Zhu Ci again before standing up.

Zhang Yin was originally the personal eunuch of Emperor Zhenzhen, on March 18 of the 17th year of Zhenzhen, 200,000 rebel troops besieged Yanjing, Yanjing, which has become an isolated island, has gone, Zhang Yin persuaded the emperor to surrender, and was killed by the emperor with a sword.

Zhang Yin has been dead for almost three years, how can he come back to life? Could it be that he turned around and reincarnated??