In the courtyard, in the pavilion, there was a little fat man, um, yes! He was just a little fat man, not a young lady, nor a handsome boy.
"Hey..." Holding his head, the little fat man stared blankly into the distance.
It has been three days. Since he came to this world three days ago, except for the coma caused by everyone's care and shock on the first day, Tang Yi has sighed and been in a daze every day.
"Hey..." the little fat man sighed again. In fact, you can't really blame him. Who could be as unlucky as him? He just bought a house and renovated it, but an unscrupulous builder dug a hole in the front and piled it up in the back.
Soil... As a result... As a result, the new house he just bought collapsed, and he traveled through time. What's even more depressing is that the era he traveled through was very bad. It was also the end of the Ming Dynasty, oh, to be precise, it should be the second year of Tianqi.
In the first month of the year, what is unacceptable is that he has actually become Zhu Youcong, a person whose name has never been left in history and should not even exist.
"Oh my god... why are you doing this to me!" Tang Yi, oh no, his name should be Zhu Youcong now, stood up and raised his fat little finger to the sky and asked? Little hand? That's right, it's a little hand,
Because he is only eight years old now. He is said to be fat because he can visually tell from the bronze mirror that he weighs at least a hundred pounds now. But that doesn't matter. After all, he wasn't a handsome guy in his previous life. What's more, he is still twenty years younger now.
Well, it can be considered a bit of compensation.
If all this was bearable, the news he pieced together immediately shocked him. His father's name was Zhu Changxun! Yes, it was Zhu Changxun, the one who would be born in the 19th century.
The one who was boiled by Li Zicheng weighed 300 kilograms and could not even walk. The legendary King Fu of the Ming Dynasty was lustful, greedy and stingy!
"Me! I can't live anymore..." Zhu Youcong felt so regretful and so full of hatred that he stood up and walked towards the pond outside the pavilion...
"Cong'er..." Before he could take a few steps, a beautiful woman and a group of people ran over and hugged him tightly.
"Mother...mother concubine!" Looking at this woman with a shocked face and tears in her eyes, Zhu Youcong couldn't help but calm down. From the first second he came to this world, this woman has been with her all the time.
She also asked someone to rescue her when she jumped into the lake yesterday. Thinking of the scene where she was so frightened yesterday, Zhu Youcong really couldn't bear to provoke her like this. And she was his mother in this world - Princess Fu Yao!
"Cong'er...my good Cong'er! What can't you think of at such a young age? Tell your mother and concubine! Don't do stupid things!" Mrs. Yao hugged Zhu Youcong tightly, with tears on her face.
Missing her was a majestic princess who never had an heir, but she finally gave birth to Zhu Youcong. For the past eight years, she had held it in her mouth every day for fear of melting, and held it in her hand for fear of falling off. Not to mention who would have given birth to Zhu Youcong in ordinary times.
Even if he cried for a little longer when he was a child, she would feel distressed for a long time, let alone Zhu Youcong's shocking suicide act yesterday.
"Cong'er..." A big fat man yelled and ran over quickly. Of course, because he was too fat, how fast could he run... Never mind, he couldn't be fast anyway. But anyone could see his speed.
The anxiety on Zhang Fat's face.
"Cong'er is good, has Cong'er been wronged in any way? Tell your father that he will make the decision for you!" Prince Fu Zhu Changxun, the father of this youngest precious son, also had nothing to say.
From the day Zhu Youcong was born on the 13th, for more than two thousand days in the past eight years, if he didn't look at his son for one day, he would not be able to eat or sleep. You must know that this precious son was only born when he left Beijing.
She had just given birth, and on the way to the feudal dynasty, she did not travel more than ten miles a day to take care of her son, who was just one month old. When he arrived in Luoyang, because of Zhu Youcong's discomfort, the first thing he thought of was not the legendary eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, but spending a lot of money to build a specially built
Genuange bought several wet nurses and hired several famous doctors. He even took care of him day and night, and slept peacefully with Yao for several days in a row. A month ago, his youngest son fell ill again, so he simply
He moved here and guarded her every step of the way...
"Father...Father!" Zhu Youcong turned his face and looked at the out-of-breath King Fu, and shouted softly. He really couldn't imagine that King Fu, who was so absurd in history, would be so close to him. He had to know yesterday's suicide attempt.
But the fat dad who caught him was scared to death, and I heard that he had a high fever at night. But today, right now! He still ran over so desperately. What else could Zhu Youcong say or do?
what?
"Well, be good, Cong'er, and don't do stupid things again. I'll find you whatever father you want. If anyone bullies your father, I'll kill him myself!" the soft-spoken Zhu Youcong finished.
The guard turned his face to the side and shouted: "You idiots, why don't you hurry up and ask someone to fill this lake for me!"
"Yes!" With this roar, the entire Prince Fu Mansion jumped into action.
"Father...Father! You don't have to do this. My child...I won't do stupid things anymore." Zhu Youcong didn't want to ruin the beauty of the garden, let alone Prince Fu and his wife get so angry because of him.
"Okay! Okay! Since my Cong'er said he won't fill it in, then he won't fill it in!" Prince Fu fondly took Zhu Youcong from Yao's arms and said with a smile: "What else does Cong'er want? Tell your father quickly.
As long as you don’t do stupid things again!”
"Father...Father, I don't want anything anymore. I think...I think it was... I was scared in my dream a few days ago, and I was a little confused! My...my child doesn't do stupid things anymore." I was warmed by the winter.
Zhu Youcong, who was protected by warm family affection, was completely defeated.
"Who? Who dares to scare my son? Tell my father what the man in the dream looks like? My father will send troops to kill him!" Upon hearing that someone was scaring Zhu Youcong, the fat King Fu stopped and roared angrily.
What does he look like...not too handsome, not too majestic, and even a little bit funny?
"Ah? This..." Zhu Youcong is scratching his head now. Is he just saying comfort to you casually? Do you need to be so excited? Kill people? Don't say that you are always so fat, and don't say that the Ming Dynasty made the vassal
The king is not allowed to lead troops. Can you find this man just based on the impression in your dream?
"Cong'er?" Mrs. Yao called Zhu Youcong out of his thoughts with an anxious look. "Is Cong'er feeling uncomfortable again? Hurry! Call the doctor!"
"It's okay, concubine, the child is just...just..."
"What is it?" Fu Wang Zhu Changxun also looked closely at his precious son in his arms.
"Father, mother, concubine, kid... I just remembered some things in my dream, can you let me think about it again?" No matter, hey... Forget it, let's make peace with it. Stay? There is only one way to stay.
What else could I do? It seems impossible to go back and commit suicide at all costs? Not to mention whether it can succeed under the heavy protection of King Fu and his wife, but what if it succeeds? Travel again? The possibility is not
Damn, it’s not that boring! But what are you going to do? Eat and drink in the palace and wait for the kitchen knife that cuts your neck nineteen years later? Then it’s really better to jump into the lake now, at least
You don’t have to watch fat dad being stewed, and you don’t have to be left in the wilderness to feed dogs! It’s better to think of countermeasures before it’s too late. The upcoming natural disasters, man-made disasters, and Tatars must either be avoided or destroyed.
Have to deal with them.
"Cong'er, think quickly. If you remember something, tell your father! Your mother and concubine and I are waiting here!" King Fat Fu felt relieved when he saw that his son was no longer suicidal, and kept stroking Zhu Changxun with his fat hands.
head of.
"It's...it's cold here, so the father, queen, mother and concubines should go inside." Of course, Zhu Youcong couldn't say what he was thinking now. After all, that would happen decades later. Otherwise, he wouldn't have traveled through time.
The little fat boy is now Zhu Bajie who fell from the sky. He will be regarded as a monster! This is something that needs to be considered for a long time. Since I don’t want to die, why do I still stand here and sing "I stand in the fierce wind, wishing I could wander around"
I feel heartache all the time, looking at the sky, the clouds are moving in all directions..."? Even if the cold wind in Luoyang during the Little Ice Age would not turn people into popsicles, it would at least give them pneumonia. What's more, there are two people here who care so much no matter what.
Where are his relatives?
"Okay! Okay! Come in!" King Fu picked up Zhu Youcong and didn't know where the strength of his feet came from to support this nearly 400 kilograms. Of course, at least King Fu is not that fat now, but let's not talk about the father and son.
Together they weighed three hundred kilograms. So determined, well, determined! Quite determined! I walked into the house even if I didn't want to be determined!