The daughter said that she never wanted to see the dog emperor and his man again

In the early morning, after going to court, Jun Bailu was the first to walk out of the court hall quickly, with her sleeves rolled up and her shoulders hunched to avoid the crowd of chattering people.

Jun Bailu's colleagues had always acted as if it was not a big deal to join in the fun, discussing a matter together in a group that could last for ten days and a half months.

Jun Bailu was thinking about the warm bedroom and the delicious breakfast, but she suddenly pulled her arm.

Looking back, it is the new champion who is in the limelight.Jun Bailu greeted with a grin, "What is the honor of the champion?"

Wu Zhuangyuan hurriedly bowed his body and said: "Forgive me, Your Excellency. The matter is urgent. It is related to the fate of the country and the survival of the royal family. Please be sure to persuade the sage together with the junior officials."

Jun Bailu wondered, apart from those trivial things recently, there are actually big things that he doesn't know about?

I saw Wu Zhuangyuan approaching his face mysteriously, and said in a low voice: "Master, do you know that there is an inseparable child molester around the Holy One recently?"

Jun Bailu tugged on the clothes that were close to her body, and shivered.

The cold wind howled past the palace gate, freezing his somewhat confused mind, and slowly blowing out some past events from the crack in the door.

The current emperor is the prince of the first emperor, and he ascended the throne in a stable manner, and Jun Bailu's only daughter, Jun Qiuci, was pointed out to the current emperor when he was the first emperor. There is no extravagance in the draft, and it doesn't look like a fool.What's more, when the emperor was young, he often played with his princess and concubine. It stands to reason that the young emperor and empress should live a sweet life.However, the emperor had no interest in anything since he was a child, but he became interested in the molester he picked up on the road.

The precious girl couldn't bear the coldness, so she sneaked out and cried to Jun Bailu.Jun Bailu's original idea was to let the youngsters deal with their relationship problems by themselves, but now that this mess has come to the previous court, he, the head of the country and minister, naturally wants to do a face-saving project for his daughter, so that no one will see him. joke.

Jun Bailu glanced at Wu Zhuangyuan and said, "This is a big question that should be discussed with His Majesty. Zhuangyuan Lang, when do you plan to appeal?"

Wu Zhuangyuan's wrinkled face like a bitter gourd finally eased a little, and he said respectfully: "I think it's better to solve this kind of thing as soon as possible..."

So Jun Bailu led a group of big-sleeved and tall hats and marched towards the emperor's palace.

After seeing the sharp-handed guards in front of the government hall, the high-ranking officials all began to adjust their clothes and hats in a hurry, and they could straighten them seven or eight times with a hanging of court beads.

By the time the well-dressed adults tremblingly expressed their desire to see the Holy Majesty to the servants, the servants and eunuchs had already obtained the emperor's decree with a smile, invited Jun Bailu in and asked the adults to kneel in front of the hall and think about it.

Jun Bailu walked into the hall, and saw only the emperor sitting in front of the case, not inseparable as rumored.After the ceremony, he asked curiously, "Your Majesty, where is the servant next to you? Why isn't he by your side?"

The tense face of the young emperor eased a little, and he stepped down his shoulders and said sadly: "I thought the Prime Minister would point to my nose and yell at me, but you actually just asked me so lightly."

Jun Bailu was stunned for a moment, thinking that she really came here just to save face, she asked purely out of curiosity.

In the past, when the emperor was the crown prince, he would often come to Jun Bailu's prime minister's mansion, claiming that he wanted to learn from the most talented literary champion, but in fact he was hiding from the late emperor's homework checks.

Because they are often raised in the Xiangfu, the little emperor is closer to Jun Bailu than his own father.

Jun Bailu is kind and kind, and his temperament was cultivated before the imperial examination. It is really hard to imagine that in such a small village with poor mountains and rough waters, there can be a gentle and refined literati. take seriously.

Jun Bailu shook his sleeves, feeling that it was still necessary to mention the little emperor, so he respectfully said, "Does your majesty know what the ministers are talking about today?"

The emperor covered his face with his sleeves and was silent for a long time before sobbing a little and saying: "My lord, please help me... I know this is against the law of nature and human ethics, but I just can't let him go..."

The red charcoal basin was burning in the hall, and it was crackling.Palace people usually leave a window in order to maintain air flow.It was early spring, wintersweet was in full bloom, and the spring was chilly. The cold wind blew through the plum grove and slipped into the government hall. It lifted the curtain of a side room, mixed with a faint fragrance of plum blossoms, mixed into the warm air.Jun Bailu turned his head to look, and there was a person standing behind the curtain, with a tall figure and indifferent description.Against the bright spring light, people can't move their eyes.

The small village where Jun Bailu lived when he was a child was so remote and difficult to travel, so remote that the outside world almost forgot that there was such a small village.

I don't know when, there was a dilapidated small Taoist temple on the wasteland at the end of the village. It was exposed to the wind and rain every day, and the four pillars were missing corners and there was no sign of collapse.

Jun Bailu stumbled across this spectacle when he was leaving school, and became a frequent visitor to the temple after a long time—to solve the offerings made by the villagers on the table.

There are not many offerings, but it is also a good snack for children in remote villages.

That day when classes were over at noon, Jun Bailu ate lunch at home and thought of the delicious melons and fruits on the counter, calculating that there was still time, so he took a long detour and deliberately passed Xiaoguan, planning to eat something along the way.

It coincides with the hottest dog days, and the farmers who go to the fields and loggers think that the weather is too hot and the road is far away, so they usually go out at noon and do not go home for dinner.At this time, the trails in the village were deserted and there were no people there. Flying sand was blowing all over the sky from the yellow land, and the blowing of Jun Bailu was a bit messy... There was actually a big old tree in the place where the yellow sand was flying all over the sky.

And under the shade of the old tree in front of the temple, there is a young man eating melons squatting!

In this season, farming is busy, and all the young and middle-aged people in the village go to work. Even the youngest son of the village head's family who has just turned 10 goes to help. Which family still has idlers squatting and eating melons?

Jun Bailu stared for a while, then sneaked in to have a look, staring at the melon in the man's hand without blinking, raised her hand to wipe her saliva.This melon looks like it has been soaked in well water, and it has just been taken out and planed. The flesh of the melon is bright red and juicy, crisp and crisp.

Jun Bailu unconsciously licked his lips.

The young man glanced at him, changed to a bigger piece, and continued to chew.

Jun Bailu approached cautiously again, squatting next to the man, watching him eat melons.

When the man finished eating most of it, Jun Bailu said in a very embarrassed way, "That... this melon... is it yours..."

The young man froze for a moment, then smiled helplessly and complacently, then stretched out his hands to pinch Jun Bailu's distorted facial features, and said with a smile: "You haven't settled with you for stealing my tribute, why, want to eat it again?" My melon?"

Jun Bailu was so panicked that he was about to die, but still pretending to be innocent, he asked politely, "Are you the owner of this yard, or are you a believer who often comes here to offer offerings?"

The young man took another bite of the watermelon and said casually, "Oh well, I am the god in this Taoist temple."

Jun Bailu: "..."

It's fun to lie to children, isn't it!

Jun Bailu lowered his head and hugged his knees, feeling very wronged.

The man glanced at him, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, saw him staggering in a posture of asking for a red envelope for New Year's greetings, and laughed immorally. Is it so pitiful? I’m really afraid of you, here, I’ll eat it for you.”

Jun Bailu pouted, took the watermelon in aggrieved manner, squatted beside the man and ate it in small bites, acting as if he was being good-looking when he got a bargain.

The man who squats around and eats melons with Jun Bailu is named Mu Xu, he has a good face and graceful demeanor, and his name is also very elegant.If you ignore his tattered clothes, he can go to the Goulan to be an oiran.And Mu Xu claimed that the god enshrined in the temple is himself, and the person who built this temple is also himself.

However, will there be a god to give us a view?

Jun Bailu ate melons honestly, didn't think too much, and didn't believe it.

After this time, Jun Bailu became Mu Xu's follower, waiting in front of the temple every day after school. Often, after a while, Mu Xu would come back from the temple or outside the village with snacks or fresh melons and fruits in his hand. , Mu Xu said that he went to pray for the believers, and eating was the reward of the believers.

Jun Bailu is often curious about how this small Taoist temple and people who look like no gods can still have believers?

Facts have proved that this person doesn't seem to be that bad in character, except that he always uses "holding his head up and down to be a god" to scare him not to play truant.

But finally one day Jun Bailu couldn't bear to disobey Muxu's discipline, and said anxiously: "You have bluffed me so many times, but when will a god appear above my head? It's still so accurate three feet!"

With a serious expression on his face, Mu Xu pulled Jun Bailu to him, thought for a while, and said, "I'm three feet taller than you."

Jun Bailu: "..." One day I will grow taller than you!

Occasionally there were a few days when the school was not in class, Jun Bailu left his parents early in the morning and went into the small temple, seeing the surprised eyes of the people in the temple, he carefully took out the small cloth bag from his arms and handed it to Mu Xu, full of satisfaction. It was the childish little face that was slightly distorted and wanted to suppress the smile at the corner of the mouth, pretending to be mature and humming: "This food has been at home for a long time and no one eats it, so I brought some for you to eat." He hummed again: " I have eaten so much from you, and I will pay you back some, as a reward for helping me answer my questions."

Mu Xu took the small cloth bag wrapped in layers, and carefully opened it.When he saw the fruit in the small cloth bag, he couldn't help laughing.

The fruit is small, very round and plump, not dirty or damaged at all, and with a little clear morning dew, it can be seen that it has been carefully selected, and the clean inner layer of the small cloth bag has been stained with some fruit overflowing liquid , it was a few too full fruits that were wrapped too tightly and ooze out.

Mu Xu twisted one and put it in his mouth.

...very sweet.

Then he looked down at the upper and lower eyelids of the villain who was fighting, and suddenly understood.

For some rare fruits, it is rare to bear fruit once, and the amount of fruit produced at a time is not much, and the picking conditions are even more harsh. Some of them have to be picked in the dark, and some have to be picked in the middle of the night, and so on are very tiring.

Mu Xu supported Jun Bailu with one hand, and dug out two futons from the sundries piled up on the ground with the other, and sat with his legs bent after helping the person to sit down.

The sky outside the door is dimly lit, but the sky is not yet fully bright.At this time, maybe even the roosters in the village have just woken up.

Jun Bailu was sitting next to Mu Xu, shaking his head and eyes closed, like a slow-moving rattle.

While admiring Jun Bailu's head-shaking dance, Mu Xu enjoyed the freshly picked fruits early in the morning.Unable to bear it, he put his head on his lap, thinking: This is also a sincere child.

Unexpectedly, Jun Bailu, who was supposed to be asleep, suddenly spoke, as if raving: "You said that you are so good-looking, and you have seen so many things, you must not care about the food of farmers... the old tree at the foot of the mountain It bears fruit once a year, and the fruit is so delicious, I think you must have never eaten it... You don't know, I have been guarding this fruit for a long time..."

Mu Xu listened, and rubbed Jun Bailu's head heavily with his big hands. His eyes were calm, and he couldn't see any emotion, but there was a sense of coolness for no reason. He said, "I used to have a disciple like you. He is sincere, temperament, talent, appearance, everything is very good, and he often sends me fruit to eat, but it is a pity...he followed an incompetent master." He suddenly lowered his head and asked: "About my story, do you want to hear it? ?"

Jun Bailu huddled in his arms, grabbed the hem of his clothes, and rubbed against him twice.

Mu Xu picked up the fruit, stuffed one into Jun Bailu's mouth, and fed himself another one. Feeling the sweet juice of the fruit, he slowly began to tell about his good disciples.