On this day, the ship docked at a small county wharf.

Jiang He got off the boat with two secret guards who were with him to protect them, and rested in an inn in the county seat.

The night outside was extremely quiet, Xiaohu slept very deeply, Jiang He closed his eyes, gently patted the child's back, and the parrot lay on Xiaohu's pillow with its feet facing the sky.

This is on the surface, in the sea of consciousness, at this time, one person and one parrot are fighting three hundred rounds.

The parrot chased the host and pecked and patted, and the feathers flew everywhere.

"I said I want to be a dog, I can eat more when I am a dog, but you want me to be a parrot......"

How good a dog is, it is an omnivore, it can eat anything, it can gnaw spicy strips, it is like a parrot, it only eats so much meat, and the child is worried about its untimely death.

"It's just a parrot, you still want me to take the child!" The parrot complained with tears.

Look at the system of other sword cultivators, you never have to do this kind of work of watching and raising children. It was so hard that it doubted that the host had made it a parrot because it could talk and teach children.

The system complained to him angrily: "I'll just take the child for you, you still don't give me a good look!" ”

"I almost drowned today!"

The parrot simply cried blood and complained: "Host, you have no heart! ”

Ouch, really angry?

It's rare for a host without a heart to say good things to coax it, "Okay, okay, I promise there will be no next time!" You see that you are not treated as a dog, and the parrot shell is not bad, the shell of this evolutionary parrot is guaranteed to eat anything and will not cause indigestion...... When Xiaohu finds out that you will be okay with whatever you eat, he will not stop you. ”

Then he praised the parrot shell, "Look how beautiful your colorful feathers are!" It's much more beautiful than a dog, and it can fly. ”

"Let you be bait? That's because I'm sure you can't die. ”

"You work hard, I'll give you more points for this mission."

"Besides, I've been cheated by you for several worlds before, so what's wrong with only letting you take a child? Do you have to be so clear with me? Okay, let's do it! ”

“……”

In the end, there was a truce.

Jiang He muttered to himself, the system is really getting more and more stingy, isn't it just to let it do more work?

I think that at the beginning, he did the task alone, and the system watched TV in the space, and I didn't know how easy it was.

He wants to salted fish now, but there is no way to do it, since he sliced himself, not only has he not been idle, but the amount of tasks has doubled, which is not in line with his original intention of slicing!

He wants to have two of them take turns to do the task, so that the task is done, the points are earned, and the double happiness is achieved.

How do you know that the slice is divided into two, and there are so many tasks.

Now that the system has been brought up by him, he is a mature leader, and it is time to accept the beating of the society and become a social animal.

Otherwise, he worked hard to do the task, and the system used the points to tease the Lori system, is this like a word? That's the biggest injustice!

Seeing that he has not been tired of being with his wife all the time, he has not worked.

Early the next morning, after Xiaohu woke up, he said good morning with a little milk voice and a parrot.

One man and one parrot come together and coo

Cooing and talking.

Although Xiaohu can speak, he still doesn't like to talk to outsiders, and if his father is busy, he will talk to the parrot.

In the next room, after sending a letter, Dark Ten went to the kitchen to bring breakfast.

Dark Eleven stayed in the room to protect the safety of Jiang He's father and son.

After breakfast was served, Jiang He said to the two secret guards: "Shilang, Shilang, you also go to breakfast." ”

When going out, the rivers call these two secret guards "Shilang" and "Shishilang". The looks of these two secret guards are ordinary, they belong to the looks that will not be noticed if they are thrown into the crowd, and they can't be remembered when they see them, only those eyes are shining, which should not be underestimated.

The secret guards sent by the emperor are all eighteen kinds of martial arts, except for giving birth to children, they really know everything.

Jiang He looked at a disguised □□ in his hand, which he had pulled from the face of a secret guard.

After reading it, he couldn't help but ask Dark Ten: "I said you don't have a replacement?" Every time I think about the mask being ripped off a dead person, I feel creepy. ”

Dark Ten smiled awkwardly, and they also had □□ on their faces, and they didn't feel anything after getting used to it.

Jiang He twisted his eyebrows, shook his head and said, "I'm worried that after wearing it for a long time, my face will be stuffy, what if I have skin allergies?" Isn't it going to be rotten when the time comes......" he said as he approached Dark Ten curiously, "Do you have pimples on your face?" If you have pimples, will the □□ come out? Isn't that easy to spot? ”

Xiaohu was also very curious and followed over.

His father said that their identities could not be discovered, and that if they did, they would have to end the trip. So if he went to a strange place, his father had to put on a □□ to cover the scars on his face.

Now the entire Great Liang Kingdom knows that the abolished prince is disfigured, even if he doesn't know, if a disfigured man appears on the street, it is enough to attract attention and attract right and wrong.

When he saw that the dark guard took a few □□ for his father to pick, Xiaohu was also a little hairy in his heart.

The dough that was removed from the face of the dead man was also soaked in a potion used to embalm and deodorize the corpse, and when it was applied to the face, was it really awkward?

Xiaohu has a natural filter for his father, and thinks that his father is handsome no matter what, even if half of his face is disfigured, he is not ugly.

He didn't quite understand why those ladies in the harem were shocked, as if his father was a monster.

Obviously, they are uglier, otherwise how would they dare to see people after applying so much fat powder?

Xiaohu thought so and asked.

Dark Ten thought for a while, and finally reluctantly answered all of Xiaohu's questions.

He secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling that Taisun was really getting more and more lively.

Jiang He didn't like this kind of □□, and finally he asked the dark guard to go to the street to buy some rouge gouache and come back, and decided to put on his own makeup.

The dark guards were originally a little puzzled, what did the master buy this? There are no female dependents around the master.

Then they watched dumbfounded as the master used these things to make up for themselves, if they hadn't stared at it with their own eyes, they really didn't expect that the person in front of them, who was completely similar to the master, was actually the master himself.

The secret guards soon became happy, the master had this kind of ghostly camouflage method, and the makeup skills were so skillful, there was no need to bother to skin people in the future.

In fact, they are quite excited, and they also want to learn from it.

I don't know if the master is willing to teach them.

Jiang He pointed out the inappropriateness of this kind of makeup, "It's not waterproof." ”

If you are usually fine, you are afraid that when it rains, you will encounter water and the makeup on your face will be washed away by water, which is a disguise of loneliness.

It's just that when Jiang He made another disfigured half of his face, he suddenly became depressed.

Because the face was burned unevenly, the cosmetics were useless, and the potholes were really uneven.

Dark Ten thoughtfully gave him all the □□ they had prepared, and said that they had plenty of □□ in their hands to wear them, and they could wear them with makeup.

Jiang He, who received the □□, was not very happy, and said hypocritically: "Actually, it's okay if you are not so generous." ”

The Dark Guard continued to be honest and said that they would be fine with makeup.

Jiang He squinted at them, "Sure enough, people are afraid of stuffy pox." ”

The Dark Guard looked at him with a straight face.

Xiaohu was so sad that he wiped his tears at the parrot, "Woo woo, my father loves beauty so much, and he hates acne......"

Not to mention that half of his face was ruined.

The parrot pats the child's head with its wings, and it is not good to tell a child that its host is trying to save trouble, so that its appearance will be ruined.

And the secret guards who are now with them are to protect their safety, and they are also sent by the emperor to monitor the father and son. If the prince's appearance is not ruined, I am afraid that if he drinks more saliva, the secret guard will report it to the emperor.

As for leaving the capital or something, that's something you don't even think about, the emperor will definitely suspect that the prince is outside, and the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, is this trying to take the opportunity to be the emperor of the soil?

After resting in the inn for a day, Jiang He put on a □□, took his son to wander around the county seat, and went to the more famous local temples to see the scenery.

Yes, just to see the scenery.

There is a temple on the highest mountain in the county, and there are bamboos everywhere, and a large bamboo forest surrounds the temple, and it is called "Qingzhu Temple" after the name of the temple.

The most distinctive thing here is that most of the floor area is made of bamboo.

Dark Eleven acted as a guide for them and said, "It is said that when the decision was made to build a temple here, it was too far and dangerous to send materials from the mountain, so the host simply used bamboo. ”

Although his appearance is ordinary, he is very kind and festive when he laughs, and he belongs to the type that can be liked by the old man and the old lady wherever he goes, and the old man loves to talk to him about anything.

It was just two days before the county seat, and the dark eleven found out the general situation of the county.

"Qingzhu Temple is also famous for its bamboo architecture, and many scholars will come to see it and enjoy it."

Bamboo is one of the four gentlemen and is highly sought after by literati and scholars.

Xiaohu touched the parrot on his shoulder, and said in a milky voice: "All right, the bamboo shoot feast in Qingzhu Temple is delicious, don't you expect it?" ”

The parrot standing on his shoulder quacked.

Of course I don't look forward to it, I want to eat meat.

The parrot complained in his heart that the host was really black-hearted, knowing that it could digest everything, it was too much to let the child withhold its meat!

Its body is so small and it eats so little, and the host eats two bites less than enough for it to eat.

But the stingy host is still reluctant to take those two mouthfuls of meat!

The main hall of Qingzhu Temple is a brick structure, and the roof is tiled, which is also easy to understand, after all, it is smoky and smoky, and the Buddha also lit an ever-bright lamp in front of it, and fire prevention is the first.

Jiang He and the abbot preached Buddhist scriptures together, and the secret guards guarded outside.

The parrot took the opportunity to fly to the bamboo forest in the back mountain to find the most tender spring bamboo shoots, and it really couldn't stand the incense and candles in the temple.

Jiang He and the abbot, who used to be holy monks, really became more and more speculative the more they talked.

Xiaohu sat next to him, looking solemn, a seven-year-old child rarely sat still, but this child was unusually quiet, he knelt on the futon, listened to the abbot and his father talk about Buddhist scriptures, and thought hard.

After listening to the Buddhist scriptures, Xiaohu pulled his father's sleeve: "Dad, I want to light a lantern for my mother." ”

Jiang He looked at him softly, "Okay, let's light one." ”

; After lighting the lantern, the father and son went to eat the famous bamboo shoot feast in the temple.

The bamboo shoot banquet is really delicious, but Xiaohu feels a little strange, why are there so many children in this temple? A small bald head, who became a monk at such a young age, is this an extraordinarily young temple?

But it's not like a two- or three-year-old child will become a monk.

Jiang He planned to stay in Qingzhu Temple for two days.

The abbot was very welcoming, and he felt that the young benefactor was very wise and benefited from the discussion of the Buddhist scriptures with him.

Thinking of this, the abbot looked at the child jumping outside with pity, if it weren't for the fact that Master Jiang was now all focused on his son, he would really be willing to cross the river to become a monk.

Xiaohu was playing in front of the temple gate, and looked at his father who was drinking tea with the host in the room, and his brows furrowed.

He doesn't like to drink tea, and he doesn't want to listen to Buddhist scriptures anymore.

So he turned his head to the little monk next to him and said crisply, "Jueming, let's go to the reincarnation pool to see the turtle." ”

The little monk Jueming was about the same age as Xiaohu, he grew up in the temple since he was a child, he was white and lovely, and he was smart and clever, and he was often sent to receive pilgrims.

At this time, he was also assigned to accompany Xiaohu.

Xiaohu asked curiously: "Jueming, there are so many children in your temple, are you a monk at such a young age?" ”

Is this what the parrot mutters about "ten years of work experience after graduation"?

"Actually, most of them are abandoned babies." Jue Ming said with a grateful face, "People in the countryside who can't support their children will throw their children away, and when the abbot sees them, they will pick them up and raise them." Over time, there are families who don't want to raise their children and will take the opportunity to throw their children at the foot of the mountain...... Once, when no one came down the mountain in the temple, a baby who was left at the foot of the mountain was eaten by wild dogs, and the abbot mourned greatly, and then every day he would let the senior brother or junior brother go down the mountain for a walk. ”

Xiaohu's eyes flashed, and he was also moved to tears, and said sincerely: "The abbot is really a good person. ”

But Jueming was not too happy, and said in a low voice: "There are many children raised in the temple, and the money for sesame oil is spent on food...... Master Huizhi, who is in charge of the account book, worries every day, but fortunately, our temple is surrounded by bamboo, and bamboo shoots can be sold at the bottom of the mountain for food. ”

Speaking of this, he clenched his fists, "Tomorrow we are going to dig bamboo shoots, I must dig more, let me tell you, in fact, the dried bamboo shoots soaked overnight are very delicious." ”

Xiaohu patted his little paws, "I also have to work hard to dig bamboo shoots!" My dad said that the bamboo shoots on the mountain are sweet, and the stir-fried and boiled soup are delicious, so I want to dig more! ”

The abbot was indeed a good man, from him

The merit is known by Jinguang, otherwise Jiang He would not have lectured him on Buddhist scriptures, after all, he is not a monk in this life.

The candles in the rooms of the monastery were lit for one night.

Xiaohu slept in a daze, drank too much water before going to bed, and woke up in the middle of the night with urine in his hands, and found that his father had not slept, sitting in the candlelight and writing hard, not knowing what he was writing.

"Dad, sleep." Xiaohu rubbed his eyes, went to put the water in a daze, climbed back on the bed, and after speaking, his little body fell onto the quilt again, and after a while, the snoring sounded.

Jiang He put down the pen, stuffed him back into the quilt, and continued to write.

Early the next morning, Jiang He, who had not slept much all night, followed his son to dig bamboo shoots.

Xiaohu was laughing and jumping in front of him, and said to the parrot flying next to him: "All right, where are the bamboo shoots, tell us quickly." ”

Parrots fly around through the cracks in the bamboo, pointing out where the tenderest bamboo shoots are.

Jueming, who was walking with them, was also very happy, and felt that this parrot was so magical, he actually knew where there were bamboo shoots and where the bamboo shoots were the most tender.

It was almost noon, Jiang He and Dark Ten returned to Qingzhu Temple with a large number of bamboo shoots.

The bamboo shoots around Qingzhu Temple are ownerless, and pilgrims dig them if they want, and they don't have to be handed over to the temple.

With so many bamboo shoots, it is naturally impossible for them to carry them down the mountain, so they simply exchanged some dried bamboo shoots with Qingzhu Temple, Xiaohu has no opinion on this, and the dried bamboo shoots are also delicious.

On the night they left, the abbot found a newly copied Buddhist scripture in his guest room.

He opened it and looked at it, and immediately immersed himself in it, and it was not until three days and three nights later that he came back to his senses.

"Is there really such a magical cultivation method in the world?"

The abbot muttered to himself, deeply suspicious that the benefactor with whom he was talking about the sutras was the reincarnation of the true Buddha.

He called for Jueming, and when Jueming told them about the miracle of the parrot that accompanied them, the abbot became more and more sure that the river had a great origin.

The legendary Peacock King is the Mother of Buddha, and the parrot should not be the reincarnation of the Peacock King, right?

**

On the day of leaving Qingzhu Temple, Jiang He and his party left the county seat.

They boarded the boat and continued down the water.

The boatmen who supported the boat were not in a hurry, and the guards were not in a hurry, this trip, their master, His Royal Highness King Xian, was very casual and not in a hurry, where the boat stopped, they got off the boat and went to the shore to travel through.

Even if you don't stop, it's okay, the master can sit on the deck and fish for half a day.

Xiaohu is even less anxious, he still feels a little lonely, he used to read and write alone, play alone, and the boats are all adults, even if they play with him, they can't replace playmates of the same age.

But since the parrot, everything has been different.

Parrots are all very smart, they can accompany him to read, they will also play chess with him, and when he is bored, they will even tell him jokes.

On this day, the river is still lying on the deck with salted fish, looking like Mrs. Jiang is fishing, and he can't take the bait if he falls in love.

Seeing his son coming out of the cabin with the parrot, he lazily said to his son, "Little Hu, come here and write a letter to your imperial grandfather." ”

The guards cleverly moved the table and took pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The parrot immediately flew over, landed on the table, and asked quackingly, "Little Tiger, do you know how to write?" I teach you. ”

Xiaohu sat there, scratching his head with his little hands, thinking that what the parrot said was nonsense, before his father left Beijing, but promised the emperor's grandfather that the father and son would write a letter back every month.

If you ask the parrot to write a letter, you will write several large pages each time, and the whole article will be nonsense, and it will not look very literary.

It's better to write it yourself.

The parrot flapped its wings unhappily, "What do you know?" My essay is a full score, I don't understand the true feelings, you write too briefly and without emotion. ”

"Save paper!" Xiaohu is rightly arrogant.

**

In the capital, the emperor has been counting the time lately.

Since my son left Beijing, I used to write a letter once a month, but now that several days have passed, why haven't I received a letter from my son and grandson.

"I don't think I'll run into crutches again." The Emperor muttered to himself.

The last time the secret guard sent a message that King Xian and his grandson had encountered a kidnapper, and the father and son had caught a nest of crutches, so that the writing time was delayed. Last time, they also encountered bandits, and the secret guard didn't say a word at that time, and sent those bandits to the yamen half to death, and the letter was delayed again.

The emperor was speechless, and it was rare to reflect.

Isn't this a prosperous age? Why are there so many grievances?

At this moment, Father-in-law An happily came over to report, "Your Majesty, King Xian's letter has arrived, and there is a large bag of food." ”

The emperor was overjoyed, and first opened his son's letter.

The son's letter is written very loosely, or the grandson's letter is written seriously, and occasionally a typo or two can be found. The letters written by father and son have one thing in common, that is, they write whatever comes to mind, very casually.

[Dad, I didn't see the phoenix in Wutong City, but there is a kind of stone cake that is very delicious, this kind of cake can be kept for a long time, it is recommended to be used to make military food, your son and I made cattle and horses for the store for half a month, and finally begged the store to sell me the recipe......]

[This half a month is really not easy, to get up early in the dark, the fire on the side of the stove is too hot, although the □□ is not melting, but the side is warped, fortunately your grandson saw it, quickly let me go back to the whole thing, otherwise the story of the painted skin will be staged in front of people, and you will hear folk ghost stories soon......]

[Oh, by the way, Dad, you don't know the story of the painted skin, do you? The story goes like this......]

The letter was written for several pages, and the emperor scolded while laughing: "When I go out, I forgot all the literary talents, if the Taifu knows, he will definitely scold, and teach him in vain......"

"This kid is exactly the same as he was before he was thirteen, he talks a lot, and his mouth talks all day long......"

After reading his son's letter, the emperor went to see his grandson's.

Most of the grandson's letters are written about his parrot, a magical parrot with magical words, especially intelligent.

[The emperor's grandfather An, grandson has been able to speak recently, because of the fishing accident between his father and all of them on the river...... All of them are a parrot, with extremely beautiful feathers, good arguments, good melons and fruits, and carnivorous ......]

It took nearly 100 words to describe the parrot that could only spit fragrant mouth.

[The grandson and father miss their grandfather very much, and specially serve the stone cake made by the grandson and father himself......]

After reading the letter, the emperor had only one thought: King Xian's writing was not as good as his six-year-old son?!!!

Doesn't this prove that he is not as good as a son who is not as good as a virtuous king?

The emperor felt very uncomfortable, and then comforted himself, King Xian is a late bloomer, isn't it praised by everyone after the age of thirteen?

The emperor turned his head and asked, "Companion, where is the stone cake that King Xian sent?" ”

Grandpa An smiled and brought over the package that had been sent back with the letter, and there was a stone cake inside.

Then the emperor bit down, almost broke his teeth, and bit his tongue directly.

His gums hurt, his tongue hurts, and he doesn't want to talk all day.

After the former dynasty and the harem heard about this, they were as quiet as a chicken, and no one dared to touch his head in front of the emperor.

Many people muttered in their hearts, this virtuous king is really, sending back a cake as hard as a stone, isn't this really intentional?

Only Grandpa An, who served soft food to the emperor for dinner, knew that the emperor was actually in a good mood.!

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