"Hurry! Find that kid out!"

The person who spoke was just like Thirteenth and fourteen, with a little irritable face on his face, and the man in a blue robe next to him knocked his hand with a fan and spoke with some teasing.

"I said, second brother, what's wrong with Fu Yan? Are you looking for him with such a big fight?"

The person who spoke before looked at him, frowned, and said with some irritation,

"What does it have to do with you!"

The two people who spoke were Fu Yan's two legitimate brothers. The older man looked outside the wall, then smiled and said, "Of course it's nothing to do with me, so let's go back first."

After saying that, he turned around and left, but after turning around, his face darkened. He naturally knew why his second brother was so irritable.

However, it was because his father's aide suggested that his father send a child to Beijing. As the eldest son, his father naturally could not send him, but one thing was the most sincere way to send him to Beijing.

The second brother was a little anxious and worried that he would be sent to the palace, so he wanted to trouble Fu Yan so impatiently. In fact, he was also a little worried, but seeing his second brother making such a mess, he was much more relieved.

He curled his lips and smiled, entered his mother Xiao's yard, not knowing what he said there, but when he came out, he looked relaxed.

Fu Yan stood on the street, lowered his head slightly, and ran in one direction until there was no one else. He suddenly punched the wall, with a little fear, hesitation and a hint of resentment in his eyes.

He also heard the rumors in the mansion these days, especially those little Si, who seemed to be mocking and pity. He wanted to go over to find his aunt, but the aunt looked pure and desireless. When she saw him, she smiled and asked him what was wrong.

How did he speak and tell her that he didn't want to be sent away, that he wanted to stay with his aunt. He didn't want to go to the capital alone. He was afraid.

Fu Yan's eyes were filled with tears, and his small body slowly squatted down and curled up together. He didn't know why his aunt looked like that since childhood and never competed for favor. It seemed that her father's favor was not important to her. She only worshiped the Buddha quietly and accepted everything given by her mother.

When he was a child, he didn't understand why his father loved his brother so much, but turned a blind eye to him. He thought he was not doing well enough, and he felt wronged. He was obviously the father's child! When he admired and needed his father the most, there was only a servant by his side.

My aunt worships the Buddha calmly and does not fight for anything. Although it seems to have reduced a lot of trouble, every time the two brothers teased him, he would complain at first, but his father never believed him, and my aunt turned a blind eye to the things outside the window and had no idea what he had encountered.

Today, when he saw his second brother coming from afar, he knew that nothing good was happening, so he overturned the wall and escaped. He knew that he shouldn't blame his mother, but... why couldn't she fight? If she didn't love her father at the beginning, why would she marry her father?

But the aunt loved her. He wanted to tell her that he also wanted to lie in his father's arms like his brother, and live freely when he was young, rather than being nominally the prince of the Marquis' Mansion like now, but even the servants who were slightly more powerful in the mansion could roll their eyes at him.

But whenever he saw his aunt's eyes, he couldn't speak. He couldn't selfishly let her give up the life she wanted and fight for him.

"A Yan?"

A gentle voice suddenly came from behind him. Fu Yan knew who it was when he heard the sound. He reached out to wipe away the tears from his face, turned back to his face calmly, and saluted the man in a white robe who looked gentle and elegant.

"Fu Yancan meets His Highness the Sage King!"

The Virtuous King was just passing by here, but he saw the figure in the alley very familiar, so he stopped and shouted tentatively. At this time, Fu Yan turned around. The Virtuous King saw his slightly red eyes, and his eyes darkened, but he didn't let Fu Yan see it, and he still said with a smile.

"A Yan, what's wrong?" But there was a hint of chill in his words, as if he was hiding some anger.

But Fu Yan didn't hear his emotions. He just listened to his words and rubbed his eyes quickly and said with a forced smile, "I ran too fast just now and was fascinated by the sand, which made His Highness the King of Virtue laugh."

After saying that, Fu Yan looked at the expression of the King of Wise, and was afraid that he would not believe it. After all, it was indeed a shame to squat on the street and cry. Even if he had a little intimacy with the King of Wise, he would not want someone to see it.

The wise king naturally understood him and immediately smiled teasingly, "What are you doing so politely, kid? I have watched you grow up. Just be as you please be here."

Fu Yan was still tense. He was in a bad mood today, "Yes."

The Virtuous King asked Xiao Si who was beside him to go down, put one hand on Fu Yan, and took him away from this place. The Virtuous King was nearly eight feet tall, but Fu Yan was only about six feet at this time. In this posture, he looked like a father and son.

Fu Yan did not resist either. He was indeed very familiar with the Virtuous King. He was tired at this time and also hoped that someone around him could listen to him. However... The Virtuous King was a member of the royal family after all.

In the restaurant private room

The wise king held a glass of wine and asked someone to pour a cup of tea for Fu Yan. He glanced at Fu Yan, who was still in a low mood, and he felt a little angry in his heart. He asked with a smile on his face.

"What unhappy things happened to Ayan today? Can you tell me about it?"

Fu Yan held a cup of tea and drank it in one sip, then said in a disgusting manner, "I'm going to be sent to the capital by my father."

The Virtuous King thought it was just his two brothers who made him upset, but he didn't expect Fu Yan to say this suddenly. The Virtuous King's face suddenly darkened and his voice was a little cold.

"Have you confirmed this news?"

"My father loves his two brothers, so he will naturally not let them enter Beijing. Who else can he be except me?"

Hearing the self-deprecation in Fu Yan's speech, the wise king frowned, looked at Fu Yan with his head down, and said, "You go back to the mansion first. I have something to do now, don't run out alone, you don't even have a servant around you. If you encounter any danger, how should your mother worry?"

The Virtuous King never said that Lu was his aunt, and Fu Yan was used to it. He pursed his lips and said dismissal to the Virtuous King.

But after he left, the expression in the wise king's eyes changed. What's going on with the emperor? He just ascended the throne, he wanted the Marquis of Qi Jing to send his hostage to the capital. It would be fine if it was someone else, but what did he have to do with him? It was Fu Yan.

The wise king closed his eyes and suddenly spoke coldly, "Give me instructions, I will go to Beijing tomorrow."

A voice came out of the door, "Yes, the slave obeyed the order."

That night

Fu Yan slowly walked towards his yard from the small path. When he passed by his aunt's yard, his steps paused. He couldn't help but lifted his foot into the yard. He didn't pay his respects to his aunt today. I'm afraid that his aunt would be broken.

The yard was particularly quiet. Fu Yan frowned. Are these servants so lazy now? There was a hint of anger in his heart and he strode towards Lu's room.

Fu Yan was about to knock on the door, but suddenly heard some sounds coming from inside. Fu Yan was a little confused. It was so late, who was the aunt talking to? And... it seemed that there was a man's voice...

Fu Yanliu's tender little face turned pale, suppressing the absurdity and fear in his heart. His hand, which was about to knock on the door, suddenly retracted, and stood outside the door and listened to the conversation inside the room.

The wise king looked at the woman in front of him, with a friendship that could not be hidden in his eyes. He was about to step closer to her when he heard her slightly cold voice, "What are you doing?"

The King of Virtue paused, and self-deprecating flashed in his eyes. Why did he forget that she was no longer the little girl who coaxed him softly. She was already a wife now. The King of Virtue stood firm and returned to his previous expression. She was gentle and elegant, and she loved the most.

"Do you know about A Yan?"

When Lu saw the expression in the eyes of the wise king, his heart ached slightly. They could only say that they were destined to be together. If he were only two years older, she would not have entered the Marquis of Jinghou Mansion of Qi at that time.

But when he heard his question, Lu was stunned and asked hurriedly, "What's wrong with A Yan?"

The Xianwang looked at her appearance and didn't know what he thought, "You don't even know what happened in the mansion?"

Lu was in the Buddhist temple every day, so he naturally didn't know what was going on in this mansion. But she suddenly remembered that Ayan came to her that day, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she gave up, as if she gave up. And today, Ayan didn't come, and Lu suddenly felt a little nervous.

"What the hell happened? Don't keep it aside, just say it!"

"Yu'er, don't be anxious." He was still a little angry when he saw her knowing nothing about A Yan's affairs, but now he was about to cry anxiously when he saw her, which made him feel soft.

"That's my child! How could I not be in a hurry!" Lu shook off the wise king's arm and pulled her, anxious and angry.

“So too…”

"Shut up!"

Before the Virtuous King finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lu. Lu pushed him away with a serious look in his eyes, and begged with a little plea, "Your Highness, I beg you, A Yan really has nothing to do with you! Don't say such words again in the future! It will ruin him!"

Fu Yan outside the door listened blankly to the conversation inside, aunt and the wise king? He and the wise king?

Fu Yan remembered the many tolerances of the wise king to him in the past, and suddenly his face turned pale, so... whose child is he? Fu Yan's hand was unconsciously lowered, but accidentally touched the door. He was shocked and just as he was about to move, he heard the voice of the wise king inside.

"who?"

That was a tone he had never heard before. In the past, the wise king always spoke to him as elegant as jade. How could he know that the wise king had such a side?

No matter how mature Fu Yan was, he was just a ten-year-old boy at this time, and he couldn't accept it for a while. It turned out that his aunt actually had an affair with the wise king. No wonder, the aunt was always unwilling to fight for her father's favor.

When Fu Yan heard the sound of the door, his first reaction was to escape from this matter. He wanted to turn around and run, but the door had been opened, and Fu Yan's figure appeared in the sight of Lu and the King of Virtue.

"A Yan?"

The voices of Lu and the Virtuous King sounded in panic, but Fu Yan suddenly fell silent. He looked at the two people in the room coldly and turned around and left. If it weren't for his messy steps, no one would know how much this incident would have hit him.

Lu looked at him with heartache. How could her Ayan look at her with that look? Tears burst out in an instant. She staggered and wanted to chase Fu Yan, but the wise king beside her was pulling her.

"Let me go!"

How could the Xianwang’s heart not hurt? It’s just that he felt more sorry for her and comforted her softly, “Don’t do this, let him be quiet!”

Although he said this, he couldn't help but worry appeared in his eyes when he looked outside. At this moment, he heard Lu say,

"I have only A Yan. If it were him... I would never forgive you."

The wise king's body stiffened. Looking at the woman who fell into his arms, she knew her feelings, but she could still say such hurtful words. Sure enough, was it because she didn't love her?

It started to rain heavily in the sky at some point. Fu Yan ran in the rain, tears mixed in the rain, his eyes were red. There were too many things happening today, and his mind seemed to be about to explode, but he couldn't even vent!

He even had to bury this matter in his heart! How would he expose the concubine who loved him in the past and treat him like a parent-child, a teacher and a friend! But how would he accept it? The two he respected the most had an affair!

Fu Yan walked to the study room of Qi Jinghou, which was still brightly lit. He stood outside and stared for a long time. Finally, he approached. The servant at the door stopped him.

"San Young Master, are you?"

Fu Yan closed his eyes and covered the look in his eyes. The water droplets on his hair dripped on his face and were washed away by the heavy rain. He was so embarrassed, but his voice was very calm.

"I want to see my father."

The servant had never seen Fu Yan like this before, and he was doubtful. No matter how Fu Yan's status in the mansion was, he was the master, and judging from his appearance, there should be something big.

"San Young Master, wait a moment, I will report to the Marquis."

Fu Yan didn't move, and watched him walk in. After a while, he walked out and invited him in.

"Father."

Qi Jinghou sat behind the table, looking at Fu Yan's rainy look, frowned fiercely, and dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes. Even though he loved Ah Xun and the other brothers more, Fu Yan was also his son after all, so he felt sorry for him. He spoke immediately,

"What happened? How did you make yourself look like?"

I could hear a little distress in the tone of Qi Jinghou. Even though Fu Yan had long been no longer expecting fatherly love, he still felt a little sore in his eyes today because he suddenly didn't know if he was the father's child. If he was not...

Fu Yan took a breath and wanted to relax himself, but he couldn't do it. He raised his eyes and looked at Qi Jinghou with a clear vision, as if he was the most understanding child. Because he couldn't bear to be embarrassed by his father, he had to share the burden with his father even though he endured the pain.

"Father, I'm willing to go to the capital."

King Jinghou of Qi was shocked. If he spoke himself and asked Fu Yan to go to the capital, he might not have been so surprised. But he spoke in person. Thinking of the behavior of the two brothers Ah Xun, he felt a little guilty and kind to Fu Yan, and the next moment he was furious.

"Who is gossiping in front of you?"

"Father!" Fu Yan suddenly interrupted him loudly, with a serious look on his face, "How could A Yan not know about such a big thing happening in the mansion? As a member of the mansion, A Yan is willing to share his worries for his father! Please help him!"

He didn't know how to continue to stay in the Marquis' Mansion and how to face his aunt.

After a long time, he asked,

"Are you sure you've thought about it?"

"yes!"

The author has something to say: This is before Fu Yan entered the palace. Ahem, the mystery of his life experience. Who do you think he is?
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