Reborn my man

In the early spring season, the temperature still dropped sharply like winter, and the dry air was full of gloomy smells. It was clearly in the morning, and the windy mansion was shrouded in a deep depression.People are still wearing thick winter coats, but if they leave the house and go outside, they will still feel chills in their bones.

In the wide and large courtyard, there are half-sized and small pear trees. The pear trees grow lush in the spring breeze, and the bushes are dotted with beautiful white pear blossoms.

When the wind blows, the pear blossoms creak and tremble, and soon, small white flowers will fall to the branches and land on the boy standing upright under the tree.

The boy was about ten years old. Standing under the largest pear tree, he looked up at the beautiful flower tree above his head in fascination, and seemed to be deeply attracted by the pear blossoms in the yard.

It can be seen that the boy's body is well developed, strong but not weak, he is dressed in a black brocade robe, his skin is a healthy wheat color, his eyebrows are high, his facial features are extremely handsome and correct, and they are put together on the face of a half-aged child. Appears unusually heroic.

"Zimu, come here quickly, let's see the petals falling all over you." Squeaking all over, the door curtain of the inner hall was lifted, and a young lady with a gentle face came out from inside, walked to the boy with a smile, "Why are you standing in the yard? It's cold outside."

"Mother." Wen Zimu turned his head and saw that it was his mother, and hurried to meet her, with a slight smile on his handsome eyebrows, revealing a sense of stability beyond his age. "I'm here waiting for Daddy to come back. Uncle Fu said that Daddy will be returning home soon."

Knowing that her son missed her husband whom he hadn't seen for more than a year, Mrs. Wang shook her head and said with a gentle smile, "Your father is coming back, but you silly boy don't have to stand here and wait in the cold wind."

After Madam Wang finished speaking, she ordered the maids behind her to take a brazier and put it next to the stone bench in the courtyard, and took her son's hand and sat with him at the stone table.

The maids came up with several fruit plates, which contained some fruits and melon seeds for dessert. Now they were placed on the stone table, and a pot of hot tea was served.Mrs. Wang and her son sat around together, and the chatting was not too deserted.

Wen Zimu came to Ezhou from his hometown in the morning with his mother, Mrs. Wang. His father is Wen Zhengdao, the newly appointed governor of Ezhou Prefecture.

The ancestors of the Wen family belonged to several generations of scholarly families. Wen Zhengdao entered his official career through the imperial high school champion. However, his only son, Wen Zimu, was not like him. Wen Zimu was not very proficient in reading scriptures and research books that his ancestors always respected since he was a child. , I just blindly like to learn boxing and sword dancing.

Although he is only ten years old, he has learned his martial arts skills so well that he can easily deal with three or four adults by himself.

Wen Zhengdao has such an only son under his knees. Although he is disappointed when he sees that he likes martial arts but not Wen Zhengdao, he does not insist. Now that he has ordered his wife and children to be moved to Ezhou, he only hopes that the whole family can live happily in Ezhou. Together.

There were a few apples in the fruit plate brought up by the maids. Things that were out of season were hard to come by. Mrs. Wang knew that her son liked to eat, so she took a knife to peel it for him. When he came by himself, he carefully peeled the apple with a knife.

When a big apple was cut in half by him, the gate of Wen Mansion finally opened, and Wen Zhengdao walked in with a few villains.At first glance, Wen Zhengdao seemed to be holding something dark in his arms.

"Father!" Wen Zimu immediately rushed out with an apple in his hand, threw himself on his father's waist and hugged him, raised his head happily and said, "Father is finally back, Zimu misses him so much!"

Wen Zhengdao put down the black ball in his arms, bent down and picked up his son and shook him a few times. He stretched out his hand and raised his son to weigh him. He said with a smile, "I haven't seen you for more than a year. Zimu seems to have grown taller again? It's heavy!" Looking back at the smiling lady who came over, she nodded gently and called, "Madam."

Mrs. Wang hugged her son very caringly, "Husband, you must be tired from your busy schedule, please go into the inner hall to sit down and have a rest, and I will order the servants to prepare meals."

Wen Zhengdao shook his head and smiled, "I'm not tired." He touched Wen Zimu's face and said happily, "My son is handsome again, like a little man!"

Wen Zimu blushed shyly, pursed his lips and said shyly, "Daddy laughed at me, Zimu is a little man!"

Wen Zhengdao laughed out loud when he heard this.

Embarrassed, Wen Zimu wanted to take his father's hand back into the house, but unexpectedly, he saw a dark child standing beside his father, covered in a rotten gray cloth, with long and dirty hair. Knowing whether it was a boy or a girl, he was so scared that he almost cried out "ah".

Thinking it was a little beggar somewhere, Wen Zimu pulled his father's hand and asked in a low voice: "Father, who is this little beggar?" He was so poorly dressed in rags!

I don't know if it was his illusion, Wen Zimu felt that when he said this sentence, the eyes of the little beggar on the opposite side who seemed to be covered with a layer of gray seemed to flicker, and suddenly became bright and scary, as if he was about to eat He seemed to be staring at him.

Wen Zhengdao shook his head and smiled, pinched his son's face and said, "Zimu, this kid is not a little beggar, he is a little guest of our Wenfu, and he will live in our house temporarily from now on, his name is... By the way, little boy Your Highness, I still don't know your name?"

Hearing what he was asking himself, Xiao Qiansheng turned his fierce eyes away from the handsome boy opposite, but still scolded him fiercely in his heart, he dared to say that he is a beggar, he is the beggar!They are all beggars!

If it wasn't for his father being the governor of Ezhou Prefecture, and they could provide him with a comfortable and brand-new life, he wouldn't go back to the residence with his father, and they guaranteed that they would jump on him and bite him to death!

As for his name, Xiao Qiansheng didn't intend to tell anyone, not because his name was so rare, he just simply didn't want to talk to anyone.

"Uh, Your Highness?" Wen Zhengdao didn't expect that the little grandson would ignore him, so he turned around and told his son after touching his nose.

"Zimu, listen carefully. Your Highness is only six years old this year. He is younger than you. He will be your younger brother in the future. You must love your Highness as your own younger brother. You will want anything fun and delicious. Give it to the little highness first, you want to play with the little highness, you know?"

"Brother?" Wen Zimu, who had been looking forward to having a younger brother to play with since he was a child, had bright eyes when he heard this, and quickly glanced at the little black man who suddenly appeared in his home, and saw that he was indeed shorter than himself , should be able to be his younger brother, so he nodded happily and innocently.

"Yes, Zimu knows!"

Mrs. Wang felt strange, she didn't know who the little highness her husband was talking about: "Husband? This..."

"Don't worry, ma'am, I'll tell you in detail tonight." Wen Zhengdao whispered behind Mrs. Wang's ear. After thinking about it, he felt uneasy. He still pulled her to the side of the pear tree and told the story of the little emperor's grandson. Eloquently.

On this end, Wen Zimu and Xiao Qiansheng were still standing together, looking at each other.

Although Wen Zimu has been mischievous since he was a child, he has always been well-behaved and sensible in front of his family. Now that his father said that he wants to take care of this little black man himself, and that he will be his younger brother in the future, he really regards Xiao Qiansheng as his new son. younger brother.

Although it was strange why the little black man kept standing there with his head down, neither speaking nor moving, but seeing how small he was, Wen Zimu still simply liked him.

"Hey, why didn't you tell Dad what your name is?" Wen Zimu showed a handsome smile on his face, and slowly approached Xiao Qiansheng.

Xiao Qiansheng didn't even raise his head, and just ignored him, but moved his small body to the other side, which meant that he obviously didn't want Wen Zimu to get close to him.

Seeing this, Wen Zimu quickly stopped his steps, rubbed his nose and continued, "My name is Wen Zimu, warm Wen, Zi said son, envious Mu, you can call me brother Zimu from now on, daddy said you will be My little brother, I will be your big brother from now on!"

You idiot, if you can do whatever your dad says, why don't you tell your dad that I'm still the grandson of the former emperor?The child had too many complicated emotions in his heart, these emotions were beyond his age and mind, he sneered, but he still ignored Wen Zimu's obvious flattery.

Wen Zimu was a little disheartened, and felt that this little brother didn't seem very attractive, unlike Ergou's brother who used to be next door in his hometown, who was small and soft, and always liked to pester Ergou to run around, but He didn't envy him to death.If it wasn't for his mother's poor health, he would have already had a real brother.

"What's your name?" Wen Zimu bit his lip in a low voice, and said softly, "If you don't tell me your name, then how will I call you in the future?"

Xiao Qiansheng couldn't help but rolled his eyes sharply to the side.Can he stop making noise?It's annoying to keep talking with one mouth!

"Why don't you talk?" This little black man is really annoying, he almost doesn't like him!

Wen Zimu sighed in disappointment, after thinking for a while, suddenly his heart moved, he hurried to the stone table, took an apple he had just peeled, and ran back, with a warm smile on his face, he approached Xiao Qiansheng. "for you."

Xiao Qiansheng raised his head, what caught his eyes was the handsome face that was four years older than himself, and then looked at the big peeled apple in front of him, his eyes became alert, and he felt a little strange in his heart.

Why did he give him food, and still smile at him? Did he suddenly give him something to eat like those yamen servants in the dungeon before, but actually put laxatives in it?

Thinking of this in his heart, the child raised his eyes and stared at the little brother in front of him hatefully without the slightest hesitation, grabbed his hand, opened his mouth and bit it fiercely! "

"Ah!" Wen Zimu yelled in pain. The apple in his hand fell to the ground and smashed to pieces. He struggled to pull his arm out of the child's mouth. A row of deep tooth marks were bitten out, and traces of blood had already appeared on them.

He raised his head in astonishment, and asked in disbelief, "Why did you bite me?"

The child grinned at the corner of his thin mouth, and suddenly showed a cold and arrogant smile on half of his face covered, and replied coldly, "You are the beggar!"

Wen Zimu: "..."

In the courtyard, the two little boys stood facing each other with hostility, one deeply guarded and the other deeply wronged.Behind him, the lush pear trees are in full bloom.In this cold spring, they met for the first time. Wen Zimu was ten years old and Xiao Qiansheng was six years old.

Wen Zimu always remembered that Xiao Qiansheng at that time was not the beautiful, fierce and towering emperor who turned his hands into clouds and rain, he was dirty, small, and thin.He happily handed him a freshly peeled apple, and what about him?

He bit him hard.

On his wrist, the row of faint teeth marks have always been there, until his death.