The fat man and the young man shouted "Oh no" and rushed out to chase Guocheng. When they reached the door, the thin man signaled the two to chase each other separately. So the fat man chased the street, and the thin man chased the street at the end.

Guocheng was not familiar with the alleys in Beijing. In addition, he had weak body after diarrhea. From morning until now, the grains of rice were not stained, so he was soon blocked by the thin man in a small alley with yellow on one side and red on the other. The alley was very deserted and no one seemed to take care of it. Both sides were covered with weeds half a person tall. He was about to retreat when he found that the fat man was catching up from behind. He looked at the walls on both sides, which were high, too high. He wanted to jump up and fly over the eaves and walk around the walls. It was probably difficult. When he finished his studies, the bird would probably have turned into fossils.

The thin man stretched out his arms and rushed towards Guocheng like an eagle; the fat man also stretched out his arms and rushed towards Guocheng.

While he was helpless, Guo Cheng suddenly found a black shadow in the weeds beside the yellow wall, which seemed to be a dog hole. It was not big, so he could get through it himself, but the fat man absolutely couldn't get into it, and the thin man seemed to be very difficult. Guo Cheng now, no matter what the inside was inside, no matter whether the heroes could get into the dog hole, he rushed in with a "swoosh". Where did the fat man and the thin man expect Guo Cheng to suddenly disappear, and he couldn't hold back his feet, collided hard, and fell to the ground and "Oh" more.

"A good person enters the house and walks through the door, and a hero takes the eaves and walls. If you crawl out of the dog hole, you must not be these two types of people. You should be the ones who crow and thieves." A crisp child voice suddenly rang.

Guocheng looked carefully and said, "Haha, what a little baby carved with jade. He was about five or six years old, with a face like a jade, a sword-like eyebrows, a high nose, and a lip like a plump lips. He looked like a jade doll. He looked like a jade doll without a crown on his head, but only a scholar's scarf, wearing a moon-white robe, and high-soled boots. He was floating like an ecstasy, just like coming from a painting.

Guocheng said: "I won't promote good people and there will be times when they are in trouble. Besides, I am not a hero, I am just a child. I am a thief. Have you ever seen a thief of my age?"

The two of them were about to say something, but they heard a "silent" sound on the wall of the courtyard, and a brick was about to fall off. The two of them looked up at the same time, and saw a head slowly poking out from the wall. Guocheng recognized that it was a thin man. The thin man was obviously not that tall, and there was no ladder in the alley. I thought it must be the fat man looking in.

The little baby pointed at the wall and shouted: "What a bold dog thief, he actually wanted to jump into the wall."

The thin man shook, rolled down with a "gudong" sound, and fell into a bunch of trouble with the fat man. Guocheng heard the vague "Oh no, go quickly" conversation outside the wall, and felt at ease, knowing that this was the day of escape.

He couldn't help but admire the child. His body was shocked, and his domineering aura leaked, and he actually scared the two dead eunuchs away. But then he found that the child's feet were shaking slightly, and it turned out that he was trying to calm down. The child pointed to the yard and wanted to say something, but he still couldn't control his fear. His eyes turned red and he cried "wow".

"How come you, the turtle, shocked yourself? It seems that the turtle's turtle cannot be released." Guocheng thought helplessly, "This child is very noble, it seems that he is not a mortal. When he cried, he attracted the adults, and I came in through the dog hole again. If they almost wanted something, I would be in great trouble. Forget it, I'll go and comfort him."

Guocheng walked forward and patted his shoulder gently: "Don't cry, don't cry, the bad guy was driven away by you. You are very brave this time, you are the best, you are just like a knight. If you cry, you won't be like a hero."

The child's face was indeed fickle. He wiped his tears with his sleeves and said, "Do I really look like a hero?"

"Like," Guocheng looked around here, while casually speaking, "like Guo Jing."

There are carved beams and painted buildings here, like temples, and there are a few big words "Amitabha" written on the wall. Guocheng understands that this place is a temple. However, although this corner belongs to the temple, there are no Buddha statues. There is an Eight Immortals table and a few backrest chairs in the room, and a few plates on it, with various exquisite pastries on it. Here is the wing room for the temple to meet guests. It is corrupt, and the vegetarian food in the temple is not cheap. Later generations, even if the scent of 6,000 yuan in Shaolin Temple could not eat vegetarian food. I am afraid that this table will cost dozens of taels of silver.

"Who is Guo Jing? Is he a hero?"

"Yes, I'll tell you the story of Guo Jing when I'll be free. If you don't eat this pastry, I'll help you kill it. Waste is the biggest sin."

Guocheng didn't wait for his answer and walked directly to the table. This kind of thing must be rushed before he talked. If he couldn't say you could eat it, would you still be embarrassed to start? He could fill his stomach with thick skin and dark heart. He grabbed a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth. The pastry was fragrant and sweet. It seemed to be made by a master. Guocheng was hungry and killed a plate in an instant, and then dragged another plate over. The boy was moved when he saw Guocheng eating so much, and he reached out and wanted to grab a piece to taste it. But before his hand touched the pastry, the pastry was

He disappeared and looked for it again, and had already entered Guocheng's mouth. The little boy stretched his hand forward and wanted to touch the other piece, but he didn't know that this piece was gone. When he looked again, he was in Guocheng's hand. The little boy didn't believe in evil, so he changed to another piece, but he didn't hold it. When the boy saw it, he was a little anxious, so he just stepped forward with his hands, but he still didn't win. Every time he was caught by Guocheng before he barely met the pastry. Of course, Guocheng didn't notice all this. He only had pastries in his eyes, so he had no intention of caring about other things.

After eating two plates in a row, Guocheng's hunger was slightly reduced. Seeing the little boy staring at the pastry in his hand and swallowing his saliva, he handed him a piece and said, "You can try it too, this pastry is a bit interesting."

The little boy didn't bother Guocheng's hands, so he took the pastry and put it in his mouth. He felt that he had never eaten such a delicious pastry. Seeing that he was sweet and happy, Guocheng was always taking two portions, one portion of himself and the other portion for the little boy. Seeing that Guocheng was like this, the little boy smiled brightly, he enjoyed the pastries on the table with Guocheng.

While the two were having a lot of fun, they suddenly heard a "bangda" sound, as if something had fallen to the ground. When they looked up, there was a whisk on the ground, and there was a man dressed as a young scholar standing next to it. It seemed that the whisk was dropped by him. Oh, the whisk was originally used for cleaning, but if you throw it on the ground, wouldn't it increase garbage? Want to use it as a broom? It's too wasteful. Even if you sweep it into a bald chicken, you can't clean the floor. Tsk, this whisk is still a jade handle, and it seems to be expensive. Just throw it like this, it would be a pity if it breaks. The man didn't care about the whisk on the ground, and just pointed at them with his fingers, his fingers and lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't even say a word.

Guocheng thought it was not good, and these pastries should not belong to this person. This person looked like a stingy person in terms of appearance. We ate most of the things on the table, and it seemed that this matter could not be good. Guocheng thought of running away, but when he saw the innocent and innocent appearance of the boy, he thought that he had already shared his blessings, so he should have difficulty. Take him to run away.

When Guocheng was about to run away with the boy's hand, he saw the man turn around and leave. While walking, he shouted: "Eat, eat! Buddha bless you, Buddha bless you! I will kneel in front of the Buddha for a long time today to thank the gods for their blessing..."

"Not it, eating two pieces of pastries will not stimulate you like this." Guocheng glanced at the mess on the table, and couldn't help feeling a little ashamed, "Okay, okay, even if you eat a lot of things, you don't have to go crazy."

Seeing that Guocheng stopped eating, the little boy was a little surprised and asked, "Why don't you eat?"

"That person just now..."

"That's my housekeeper. Sometimes he talks about it. No matter who he is, we eat ours."

Although Guocheng was a little confused, he felt much more at ease - eating his own food would never cause trouble.

"Strange, how could I treat this child's things as my own? Is it because I am destined to be with this child, or is it because I am destined to be with his things?" Guocheng thought to himself.

He put down his questions and started eating with the little boy. The emperor was so angry that he would think about those troubles later.

After a while, Guocheng and the little boy were lying on the backrest chair with their big belly and couldn't move. They were both overwhelmed.

"May I have your name?"

"Guocheng, what about you?"

"The minister of the country, a good name, a loyal minister of the country, a capable minister of the country."

"It's honesty."

"It's not bad. People can't stand without trust. The sir told me that honesty is a virtue. Then what's your surname?"

"I'm the surname Guo. Didn't you say that? My name is Guocheng, which means the surname Guocheng."

"Is this surname in "Hundred Family Surnames"?"

"It probably doesn't. I'm a foreign surname. What's your name?"

"Zhu Youjian."

Guocheng didn't jump up. This cute child turned out to be Emperor Chongzhen, Emperor Sizong of Ming. Zhu Youjian was a bad boy, Kefa, mother, brother, and son. His father died for only one month and set a record of the Ming Dynasty. His mother died when he was 5 years old. It is said that he didn't know where to bury him. His elder brother Zhu Youxiao, the Emperor Xizong of Ming Dynasty, died young for only seven years, and did not leave a single descendant. His children were not good either. He died in the 17th year of Chongzhen's Ming Dynasty, and disappeared, leaving only a daughter called the one-armed god nun. He worked hard during his lifetime, and was fed for a night and was young.

He had white hair. Although he worked hard, he never got everyone's affirmation. The ministers in the court annoyed him, the turmoil in the country opposed him, and Jiannu bullied him on the border. Even after his death, the Qing Dynasty stole the world, he poured buckets of dirty water on him, and made a counter-espionage plan, dressed up Yuan Chonghuan, who was sold out in the country, and not only repayed Jiannu's benefactor, but also described Zhu Youjian as a fool. Zhu Youjian lived a coward in this life. After being knocked down, he was beaten up and was beaten. He was simply a pitiful person who would never turn over. I have to keep a distance from him. He was unlucky and loved who would suffer.

Xiao Zhu Youjian didn't know what Guocheng was thinking, and asked again: "How old are you this year?"

Guocheng didn't know the birth date of the beggar, and he didn't want to suffer any losses, so he asked, "Tell me how old you are first."

"6 years old," Zhu Youjian proudly compared the six words with his right hand, "I was born in February of the 1939th year of Wanli."

Guocheng thought, I'll take advantage first: "I was born in July 1938 in Wanli and am 7 years old this year."

"You are older than me, that's my brother."

Guocheng was so depressed that he was about to vomit blood. Your brother was the carpenter emperor. You compared me to him. Didn’t you curse me to death earlier or to curse me as the queen? Then he remembered that Zhu Youjian was a bad luck, but not everyone could take advantage of him.

At this moment, the young scholar dressed in and ran in again. He asked Guocheng: "Did you let the emperor eat these pastries?"

Guocheng felt a little nervous. Could it be that he had made a big mistake inadvertently? The pastries on this table were offerings and were not eaten. He was about to deny it, but then he thought that if he didn't admit it, the mistake would all fall on Zhu Youjian. Although Zhu Youjian was not well-received in history and was mean and rude, he just helped him scare off the second eunuch of fat and thin, and recognized himself as his elder brother. As the saying goes, "It's up to me to repay kindness, but if you don't repay kindness, you can't harm him. Guocheng said with a tough bullet and said, "I did it alone. If you want to kill me, you should cut me off."

The young scholar grabbed Guocheng's arm and said hurriedly: "Follow me!"

Zhu Youjian grabbed Guocheng's other arm, his eyes turned red, and he burst into tears: "Don't leave! Wang Fan, don't capture Guocheng."

When the young scholar saw Zhu Youjian crying, he knelt down to the ground and said, "Grandpa, please be content with your grandson. I blame you for not explaining it clearly. The emperor was worried about your highness's illness. He gave the emperor a list early this morning. As long as someone could let your highness eat, he would make great contributions to the Ming Dynasty. Seeing that your highness had eaten a lot of pastries just now, he had sent someone to the palace to report the good news. Maybe Your Majesty would summon this young man immediately. Seeing that the young man's clothes seemed a little old, there was still some dust on his face and hands, he specially invited him to take a shower and change his clothes."

Although it is early summer now, the river still feels a little cold in the morning, so Guocheng just washed it roughly. Not long ago, he was in danger and even got into a dog hole. The sweat and dirt on his face were intertwined, and he had long become a flower-faced cat. Guocheng said in his heart: "This Wang partner is really good at speaking. My clothes are not just old, they are nothing like a ragged rag; there are some dust on his face, so I don't need to look in the mirror, and I know that I have a big flower-faced face. This person follows Zhu Youjian, and his surname is Wang, so it's not Wang Cheng'en."

Guocheng asked casually: "You can't be Wang Cheng'en, Eunuch Wang, right?"

Seeing that Zhu Youjian was relieved, Wang Chengen stood up. When he heard Guocheng ask, he felt a little nervous and said to himself: "Even the people in the palace are not sure about the situation around the emperor. Why did this little beggar tell me my identity in one go? Could he be a person in the palace, or the spy sent by him?"

A glimmer flashed in Wang Chengen's eyes and he asked tentatively: "Our family is Wang Chengen, how did this young master know?"

"My father-in-law Wang Cheng'en is loyal," Guocheng said casually, "There is a reputation in the world. When I heard A Jian say that Mr. Wang, I guessed your identity."

"Bold, how dare you call the emperor's grandson directly!" Wang Cheng'en was so angry that he jumped.

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhu Youjian smiled, "Ajian, this title is very fresh, I like it very much. Brother Guocheng, you can call me like this in the future."

Wang Chengen was indeed a loyal minister of Chongzhen. When he saw that Zhu Youjian agreed to this title, he would no longer pursue it. He said carefully: "Your Highness, this young master, it doesn't matter what you two call them privately, but don't say this when it is public, otherwise if you are interested, you will cause trouble."

Because Guocheng revealed Wang Chengen's identity in one go, Wang Chengen has always been suspicious of his origin and thought to himself that this kid also came from the palace, but I have never seen such a handsome eunuch.

"Have you asked this young master the name of Gao?" Because Guocheng was so generous when he was dealing with him just now, he was not as shy as an ordinary child, and knew his identity, so Wang Chengen did not dare to underestimate him. When he asked, his expression and language were solemn and formal.

Before Guocheng could speak, Zhu Youjian interrupted and said, "Brother Guocheng is of course Guocheng. His surname is Guocheng, but not Guocheng. He is a foreign surname, and he is 7 years old this year, one year older than me. Is it right, Brother Guocheng?" After saying that, he looked back at Guocheng as if he was flattering.
Chapter completed!