As the eldest son of an official family who was still a prince at the time, King Wen was endlessly favored as soon as he was born. Even Emperor Taizong often took him into the palace to raise him personally, and gave him the title King Wen. Coupled with the fact that his parents are very affectionate, once the official family succeeds to the throne, King Wen will be a well-deserved candidate for the crown prince.

It's a pity that after the extremely weird thunderstorm that year, King Wen mysteriously disappeared!

It is said that at that time, the thunderstorm was full of sky, heavy rain fell from the sky, and a dazzling light came from the sky above the palace, and then the four-year-old King Wen disappeared for no reason.

Liu E, who was frightened and angry, fainted directly, and after waking up, she didn't think about tea and dinner, and finally pulled down the root of the disease, and there was nothing for more than ten years after that.

And Zhao Heng, who was the prince at that time, was also very sad, and personally mentioned Taizong, and asked to bury King Wen's tomb as a prince.

Although Taizong doesn't like Liu E, he still likes this grandson very much.

even wanted to directly give King Wen's biological mother Liu E to death, but thanks to Zhao Heng's bitter pleading, he gave up.

On the day of his burial, Emperor Taizong was saddened for three days.

It didn't take long to drive the crane west...

It's just that more than ten years have passed, and Yang Shufei clearly remembers that Concubine De has let go of this matter, how could she suddenly start to be sad and sad again?

As soon as Concubine Yang Shufei entered the palace, she smelled a strong sandalwood fragrance, which was the main treatment of restlessness. She furrowed her eyebrows, it seemed that Sister Wanwan was really uncomfortable, and she couldn't sleep well at night.

"Sister..."Yang Shufei looked at Liu E's pale face, and said distressedly: "It's been so long, why bother to be sad..."

Seeing Liu E's indifferent appearance, Yang Shufei continued: "You are like this... I will be sad to see it..."

Hearing her son's name, Liu E had a little movement: "I dreamed of him, he said that he fell into the water and couldn't climb up..."

Yang Shufei quietly listened to Liu E's confession: "Later, he seemed to have met a woman, and that woman saved him... He was tall and mighty, but no matter how I looked, I couldn't see his face clearly..."

Concubine Yang Shufei hugged her distressedly: "Sister, Siren has passed away, you have to take care of yourself..."

Liu E didn't speak, and a line of tears slowly flowed down her cheeks...

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"Pan'er?"

Zhao Paner opened her eyes in a daze, and saw the person she was thinking about, she chuckled, and sure enough, she dreamed again...

But the man came to her from far and near, and scratched her nose lightly: "What are you doing in a daze?" ”

The clear touch on her nose told her unmistakably that it didn't seem like a dream!

Zhao Paner trembled her hands and stroked Song Fu's face, Song Fu's face was a little inexplicable by her actions, but he didn't dare to move.

Suddenly, Zhao Paner threw herself directly into Song Fu's arms and hugged him tightly: "I thought I was dreaming, and I thought you wouldn't come back!" ”

Song Chu felt the tenderness in his arms and hugged her gently: "Why don't I come back, as long as you are here, no matter how far away, no matter how long, I will come back!" ”

Zhao Paner raised her head, her eyes were hazy with tears: "Really? ”

Song Zhen pinched her little face with his hand: "It's true..."

As if realizing that something was wrong with her, Zhao Paner hurriedly let go of Song Fu, and she said shyly: "It's good to come back." "I want to run.

How could Song Zhen let her do this, stepped forward and pulled her, and dragged her into her arms, Zhao Paner wanted to escape, but she couldn't.

"What are you doing?"

Zhao Paner's muffled voice came from his arms.

Song Zhen smiled: "What do I want to do, don't you know?" ”

Zhao Pan'er pouted: "What do you want to do, how do I know..."

Song Zhen just wanted to say something, but the door of the room suddenly opened, and then Sun Sanniang's voice came: "Pan'er, come to the guest... Ah, you guys go on... Go on..."

As he spoke, he hurriedly closed the door and slipped out directly.

Being disturbed by Sun Sanniang like this, Zhao Paner was suddenly ashamed, she struggled out of Song Zhen's arms, hid her face and fled...

Seeing the warm fragrant nephrite in his arms slip away like this, Song Zhen's teeth itched with hatred, Sun Sanniang, you wait, see how I torture your son!

Math Problem Arrangement!

A mouthful of water in and a mouth out of the water arrangement!

Three-year college entrance examination five-year mock arrangement!

Hum! Good thing for you to disturb me!

"Ahh

Fu Zifang, who was only five years old, sneeze involuntarily: "Strange, why did you sneeze all of a sudden?!" ”

"Forget it, let's go find my mother, I heard that Aunt Zhao has a new Si Wuya on her side, it's very delicious, I have to try it..."

Fu Zifang jumped towards the Zhao family's teahouse, but he didn't know that there was a person waiting for him to throw himself into the net.

As soon as Zhao Paner went out, she saw Sun Sanniang's smiling eyes, she blushed and pretended that nothing had happened, bowing her head and not daring to say anything.

Sun Sanniang smiled secretly in her heart, this little girl is still shy.

"Hey, Pan'er, have you really thought about it?" Happy is happy, Sun Sanniang feels that some things still need to be asked clearly, so as not to be deceived by Zhao Paner.

Zhao Pan'er's eyes were fluttering, and she nodded lightly: "Think about it, no matter what happens in the future, I will never regret it!" ”

Hearing Zhao Paner say this, what else could Sun Sanniang say, she could only say a blessing: "Then I wish you happiness!" ”

"Thank you, Sanniang..."

"Boss, another jar of endless thoughts..."

"Hey, it's coming..."

"Who are you? How did you end up here? ”

Fu Zifang looked at the man in front of him with caution in his eyes. Song Zhen looked at this little guy with a smile, just your name is Fu Zifang, hmph.

"I am the gentleman that your mother invited you, and I taught you to read..."

Fu Zifang's eyes lit up: "You are Mr. Teaching?" My mother invited you?! ”

Song Zhen smiled more and more kindly: "Of course it's true, come on, come on, your mother is busy, let's go in first, I'll teach you to learn arithmetic..."

Fu Zifang was even happier when he heard the words: "Do you count?" Do you still count? ”

"A little bit of it, a little bit of it..."

By the time Zhao Paner and Sun Sanniang were resting, it was basically evening, and when the two of them were talking and laughing and walking inside, they heard Fu Zifang's voice doubting life.

"Is this counting?"

The child's tone was full of suspicion.

"Any questions?"

Song Zhen's voice was the presence of the old god.

"Is this symbol really a math and not some kind of ghostly drawing?"

Fu Zifang's tone was a little broken

"Of course not!"

The old god is a little teasing in the middle.

"This is the true way of a saint, as long as you understand these numbers and symbols, you can become holy!"

And a little demagoguery...

"But why do they have to make people calculate the water when they get out of the water and enter the water at the same time!"

The child's tone became more and more suspicious of life.

"This is the only way to go to the Holy Master!"

“......”