On the Correct Posture of Probation of the Villain

Xu Nian had morning classes with a group of princely and noble children in the morning, and after noon, he was drawing with a brush in the gazebo in the garden by himself, with two personal maids waiting beside him, and a few young maids in the garden. Play the chicken feather shuttlecock there.

Xu Wanggong, Xu Wangfei and Prince Nian are the only ones in the Xu palace. Huo Shiyun always thinks that she is not personal, so she likes to let some little maids be free, and she can play with butterflies in the garden. She is also happy watching.

Zhao Wu is one of Xu Nian's personal maids. She has been by Xu Nian's side since she was a child. Xu Nian is reticent, and she also talks very little. Now Xu Nian is painting, and Chao Wu is waiting quietly.

Waiting in the mist, I saw Huo Shiyun coming, and she blessed her body: "Princess."

Xu Nian didn't look up, Huo Shiyun went to his side to look at his painting, wanted to praise a few words, but when he saw Xu Nian's drawing with circles and lines, his mouth got stuck and he didn't praise.

"Baby, this is..." Huo Shiyun looked at a few lines with a circle on top of it, and recognized that it was a "big headed villain", and praised against his will: "This drawing method is unique, it is really novel."

Xu Nian stopped writing, and the three match figures joined hands to form a line on the paper. He went to see Huo Shiyun, and pointed to the tallest one on the left: "Xu Zhao."

Huo Shiyun smiled brightly: "Oh, the painting really looks like Xu Zhao, with that big head."

Xu Nian pointed to the shorter one on the right: "Mother."

Huo Shiyun was stunned, and after a long while, she pursed her mouth and boasted aggrievedly: "It's really, really like a mother, the other end is a little smaller than Xu Zhao."

Then, without waiting for Xu Nian to continue, he pointed to the smallest person in the middle: "Xu Nian."

Xu Nian nodded, Huo Shiyun came up and kissed him on the cheek, very happy: "This is much prettier than your father's painting."

"What's better than me?"

The voices of greetings from the surrounding maids sounded, Xu Zhao strode over, leaned over to look at Xu Nian's painting, and glanced at Huo Shiyun speechlessly: "Can you go against your will any more?"

Huo Shiyun ignored him, and said happily: "This painting needs to be framed, so let's hang it on the bedside."

Xu Zhao took a deep breath, this painting hung on the head of the bed, Huo Shiyun's aesthetics is really touching!

Xu Zhao opened his mouth to stop him, but suddenly lowered his head. Xu Nian looked at him straight, and he asked, "Son, what do you want to say?"

Xu Nian had a lot of thoughts in his mind. He is nine years old this year. According to the book, when Prince Nian was 14 years old, the kingdom of Xu was destroyed, and his parents also died in this incident.

Xu Nian's heart tightened when he thought of this, lowered his eyelids slightly, and tentatively said, "I don't want to be the emperor in the future."

Xu Zhao looked at him and asked calmly, "Why don't you want to be emperor."

Xu Nian continued: "I want to see the outside world, the mountains, rivers and rivers, and travel to other countries."

Xu Zhao raised the corner of his mouth, smiled angrily, and then snapped, "You are usually reticent and don't like to talk, I just think you are born with this personality. But Xu Nian, as your father, I don't ask you to stand upright, Anbang establishes a country, but I won’t be so spoiled with you, you were born as a heir, and the only way to become Xu Wang is in the future.”

When Xu Nian heard that the young father was so angry, he stopped speaking. There were many twists and turns in Huo Shiyun's process of getting him, which hurt her own foundation and made her unable to continue to have children. Xu Zhao absolutely did not allow him to leave the country of Xu.

Huo Shiyun had been listening quietly, and when Xu Zhao finished yelling, she patted her son's head and said softly, "Baby, you are still young, and parents can still pamper and take care of you, but you will always There will be a day when your parents are gone, and then you will only be on your own. If you want to live a good life on your own, you must learn to shoulder the responsibilities on your own shoulders."

Huo Shiyun paused, and said softly, "You are the only crown prince of Xu country, so you are destined to be the emperor of Xu country in the future."

Xu Zhao sighed deeply, and stretched out his hand to touch Xu Nian's head. Xu Nian felt a little timid, he was too aggressive, he was still young and neither Huo Shiyun nor Xu Zhao would agree.

At the same time, he was also a little scared, and his tone was a little timid: "Are you angry, Xu Zhao?"

Xu Zhao almost rolled his eyes at the sound of "Xu Zhao". He must be the first man in all ages who did nothing wrong but never heard his child call him "Daddy"!

Xu Zhao replied angrily, "Can't you see that I'm angry?"

Xu Nian's thoughts became lower, Huo Shiyun glared at Xu Zhao, Xu Zhao gave up and didn't dare to show his face to his son, he thought for a while and looked at the flower tree outside the gazebo, and said: "I raised a small tree, But the little tree is not quite straight."

Xu Nian raised his head and followed the eyes of his young father to look at the flowers and trees outside the gazebo, not knowing what Xu Zhao meant.

Xu Zhao continued: "I started raising this little tree from the seed, and I remember to water and fertilize it every day. I was worried that it would be hot in summer and cold in winter. It grew into a small tree, and I found that this small tree would always grow extra branches, and it was not as straight and strong as I expected—”

Xu Zhao paused, and looked at Xu Nian meaningfully: "Then I don't like this little tree?"

Xu Nian didn't know how to answer, so he thought for a while and replied, "You can transplant other trees, straight and strong ones, the ones you like."

Xu Zhao shook his head: "Maybe at the beginning I was a little unhappy because this small tree was not as straight and strong as expected, but no matter how beautiful other small trees are, I would not transplant them."

Xu Nian thought to himself, what does Xu Zhao mean by this?Loyal to Huo Shiyun?

Then he heard Xu Zhao's voice soften and continue: "Because I raised this little tree little by little. I watched him grow from such a small seed to what he is now, and while I was with him, , he is also with me. No matter how good the other little trees are, they are not my little tree, I only want this little tree of mine.”

"puff--"

Huo Shiyun couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud, this time it was Xu Zhao who gave her a supercilious look.

Xu Nian was stunned. Slowly, slowly, an indescribable sourness appeared in his heart. He thought to himself, does having a father and a mother feel like this?

A little sour, but also very happy, and very... warm.

Xu Zhao stretched out his hand to pick him up, let him sit on his shoulders, and went out. He had something to worry about today, and he was really angry with his son.

"I'm your father." Xu Zhao walked on the garden path, "Your dear father, you may be angry with you for a while, but it's only for a while, and you won't be really angry with you. Remember it, son."

Huo Shiyun followed behind and made faces at Xu Nian, trying to make him laugh.

Xu Nian grinned slightly, and then whispered, "I miss my mother, and...Xu Zhao and I, let's leave Xu Palace and travel around the world, okay?"

He wanted to change the fate that he and his parents would die.

Xu Zhao sighed, "You call me daddy, how about I take you out to see the lanterns at the Shiliyan River tonight during the Huachao Festival?"

Xu Nian remained silent, thinking to himself that there were still five years left, how would he change the fate of his parents, how would he change his own fate.

Xu Zhao didn't wait for a reply, and said bitterly to himself: "Forget it, I don't care about it with you, I will take your mother and daughter out of the palace to watch the lanterns tonight."

When Huo Shiyun heard this, she was much more interested than Xu Nian, and hurriedly asked when she could leave the palace.

But said that outside the capital of Xu King——

In the inn by the Shiliyan River, a man's clothes are a bit ragged, but he has a good face, with handsome sword eyebrows and star eyes, but his demeanor is so unreliable no matter how you look at it.

There is a white cloth and blue banner beside him, one side is "Tianxiayiyiyi", and the other side is "Skillful Fortune Teller". People passing by are thinking that this person is a fortune teller?Why don't you just say that you don't have any fairy energy, and still look so unreliable?

This person didn't know what other people thought. There was a plate of salted peanuts in front of him, and he was holding a small cup of tea in his hand, drinking slowly, and he didn't know if there was any taste.

There is never a shortage of guests in the inn by the Yanhe River. This person is sitting by the window, and there are people coming and going outside from time to time. There are constant footsteps, but suddenly the footsteps stop, and then someone sits down opposite him.

The fortune teller raised his head, and there were two people opposite him, one was a middle-aged man with a horned beard in a white robe, his complexion was not very good, and he felt haggard with years of illness.

One was a boy who looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old. He was wearing a washed white cyan straight dress, with a saber hanging around his waist, but his face was very gentle. Even though he was young, he could still see a bit of a gentleman's temperament. .

The fortune teller smiled and said: "Daoist friend, I see that your seal is dark, but your brows are full of joy. This is - there will be a peach blossom disaster!"

Taoist Priest Hood ignored his nonsense, and stretched out his hand to pour himself a cup of tea. The young boy greeted him gently and gently: "Uncle Xu, have you gone to Xu Wanggong, have you seen Huo Shiyun?" Uncle Huo?"

The author has something to say: Chu Heng: I showed my face at the end, gentlemen :)

Twelve: The stalk of the little tree is based on the little prince and the rose from the little fox.

PS: The real Huachao Festival is early spring, around March [-]th, the background here is empty, ignore the late spring season.

Late spring: The time period when spring is about to end.