Li Shimin faked his death? Then I will be powerful enough to conquer the world!

Hu Lingyun stood there, her mind a mess, completely confused.

His eyes moved back and forth between Li Chengqian and Zhang Xianhuai's faces, staring at their expressions, especially the "Old Hu" that Zhang Xianhuai blurted out, which made him even more unbelievable - it turned out that they really knew their father!

In Hu Lingyun's impression, her father Hu Bugui is a complete "big talker".

On weekdays, Hu Bugui was just a barefoot doctor who went from street to street, relying on his medical skills to help his neighbors and fellow villagers solve their problems.

But as soon as the wine entered his throat, his whole appearance changed and he began to brag incessantly.

He patted his chest and swore that he was a disciple of the emperor. Not only that, he always mentioned the majestic Jinyiwei commander Zhang Xianhuai, saying that the other party was his senior and how they had been in school back then.

At first, the young Hu Lingyun would open his big curious eyes and listen with great interest, but as the bragging became more and more frequent, those fantastic stories gradually lost their credibility in his mind.

Every time he heard his dad bragging again, he would roll his eyes in his mind and mutter under his breath, "Boasting again."

In order to make Hu Lingyun believe that he and Zhang Xianhuai had a close relationship, Hu Bugui's imagination was opened up and he started an absurd "creation".

When Hu Lingyun was young, whenever night fell, he would pull his son to his side with a mysterious look on his face, lower his voice, and tell him the horror stories of Zhang Xianhuai in vivid detail.

He said that Zhang Xianhuai had a green face and fangs, and his eyes were as big as copper bells, flashing with a terrifying cold light. He had to eat several children every day to fill his stomach.

If Hu Lingyun didn't sleep well, Zhang Xianhuai would come to his house at night and eat him up.

These horrifying descriptions deeply penetrated Hu Lingyun's young mind, leaving him with a psychological trauma towards the Jinyiwei since childhood.

Even if he just saw the figure of the Jinyiwei from a distance, he would be so scared that he would tremble all over and quickly hide far away.

In fact, Hu Bugui did this out of his good intentions for his son.

Hu Lingyun has shown a strong interest in swordplay since he was a child. Every day he would practice with his homemade wooden sword in the yard. He was particularly obsessed with the heroic posture of the Jinyiwei, and always fantasized that one day he would be able to wear the majestic Feiyu suit and become one of them.

But Hu Bugui didn't think so. In his opinion, practicing medicine was a safe and stable path that could benefit others and accumulate virtue and do good deeds. However, being a Jinyiwei meant facing various dangers every day and having to live with one's head hanging on the belt, which was too unsafe.

He hoped that his son would inherit his legacy and embark on the stable path of studying medicine.

……

"Hu Bugui, this kid, his child is already so big."

Li Chengqian looked at Hu Lingyun, his eyes full of emotion, and shook his head slightly.

Zhang Xianhuai nodded in agreement, a smile on his face, "Yes, Your Majesty, this kid sneakily and quietly gave birth to such a big son."

He clicked his tongue softly, "Wow, I really underestimated him."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Hu Lingyun still couldn't believe that all this was true.

His hands unconsciously clenched the corners of his clothes. After hesitating for a long time, he mustered up the courage to say, "Your Majesty, could this be a mistake?"

Hearing Hu Lingyun's doubts, Li Chengqian smiled gently. He took a step forward and gently patted Hu Lingyun on the shoulder. "Don't worry, there's no mistake. Your face looks exactly like your father's when he was young. There's no mistake."

His eyes revealed a hint of nostalgia, "Go back and tell your father to come and see me when he has time. I haven't seen him for a while."

After a pause, he added, "Come on, lead the way for me first. I still have things to do."

Hu Lingyun nodded somewhat helplessly, his head still in a mess. He could only suppress his doubts, take a deep breath, try to calm himself down, then turn around and continue to lead the two people with a slightly stiff step.

Li Chengqian chose to come at this time today.

He knew that according to the course schedule he had set, the morning classes would be fully booked, and at noon, there would be some free time to rest and eat.

Based on past experience, if something happens in the college, it mostly happens during lunch and after school.

At this time, Class 2, Grade 3, Da Kung Primary School.

As soon as the fourth class ended and the teacher walked out of the classroom, it was time for lunch.

The college does not provide meals, and the children eat using lunch boxes they bring from home.

These lunch boxes come in various shapes, some are brand new and shiny, while others look very old, but all of them are filled with family love.

Zheng Zhihuan was in a particularly good mood today.

Because he was wearing new clothes.

He still remembered his mother saying that everyone bullied him in college because he had no new clothes to wear.

Now that he has finally put it on, no one will bully him anymore and his classmates can get along with him in a friendly manner.

He smiled foolishly and carefully took out the lunch box and new bamboo pot from the desk drawer, gently placed them on the table, and prepared to enjoy lunch.

The aroma of food still emanated from the lunch box, which made him feel warm inside. But before he could open the lunch box, a group of children quickly surrounded him.

"Look everyone, this fool has a new kettle and new clothes today."

A little child in blue clothes, with a mocking smile on his face, pointed at Zheng Zhihuan and shouted exaggeratedly, causing the children around him to burst into laughter.

His voice was sharp and piercing, like knives.

"Yeah, how can he have the nerve to wear new clothes?"

A child in white clothes, with a malicious look on his face, slapped Zheng Zhihuan's desk hard, shaking the lunch box and kettle.

His eyes were full of disdain, as if Zheng Zhihuan was a disgusting monster.

"You fatherless bastard, did your mother steal the new clothes that a man bought for you?"

He leaned close to Zheng Zhihuan, with a malicious smile on his face, and spoke word by word.

Zheng Zhihuan tilted his head, a simple smile still on his face, his eyes full of confusion, he had no idea what these words meant.

In his world, everything is so beautiful, without malice or ridicule.

He just opened his lunch box and thought about eating quickly because there were interesting things waiting for him in the afternoon.

He always remembered what his mother had said, that he wouldn't be bullied if he wore new clothes.

But his indifference was like a fire, completely igniting the anger of these children.

They felt ignored and lost face in front of everyone, and their faces turned red.

The kid in blue clothes widened his eyes even more, and the mockery on his face turned into anger. He suddenly stretched out his hand, snatched Zheng Zhihuan's lunch box, raised it high, and with a "bang", threw it heavily to the ground.