Seeing this, Jian Xiuyun spread out his palms, and at some point a cluster of dark red flames ignited there.
He moved his palm to the side of the person in his arms, less than a finger away from his clothes.
Get closer, and the flame will burn on the little prince's body.
The black shadow that was originally aggressive and turned into a sharp sword stopped one person away from Jian Xiuyun.
The black shadow gradually receded, and he turned into a new appearance.
She is tall and slender, but not rough. Her jet-black long hair is meticulously combed and tied on top of her head with a white jade hairpin. She has sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and her temples are slanted. Her eyes are as calm as water, making it difficult to see emotions.
The only pity is that a dark red scar went straight from the corner of his eye to his lower body, almost cutting his face in half, which looked extremely terrifying.
Jian Xiuyun sighed in his heart, beauty with flaws always makes people feel sorry.
"Is this your real face?" Jian Xiuyun asked.
The man didn't answer, but looked at the person in Jian Xiuyun's arms, and said coldly, "Give him to me."
Seeing his appearance, Jian Xiuyun was even more certain that this young master held a lot of weight in his heart.
As a result, the fire in the palm of my hand got closer.
"Answer my question first, why did you make him look like this? And why did you trick us into Ancient Stone City?"
Seeing Jian Xiuyun's movements, the man frowned for a moment, then relaxed, and said with a sneer, "You want to threaten me with a corpse?"
As he said that, as if to prove that he didn't care, he turned his right hand slightly, and a cloud of black air gushed out from it, attacking Jian Xiuyun directly.
Seeing this, Jian Xiuyun didn't hide, his palm moved slightly, and a cluster of flames burned quickly along the little boy's long hair.
Seeing this, the man's pupils dilated instantly, the black air on his fingertips trembled slightly, and his footsteps stopped.
For a while, neither of them moved, as if they were confronting each other.
Jian Xiuyun looked at the man quietly, although he tried his best to pretend, he could still see some slight struggle in his eyes.
Sure enough, the demon cultivator couldn't help but opened his mouth and shouted: "Stop!"
Jian Xiuyun heard the words, stroked the fire casually, and extinguished the fire, but his voice also became cold, "If you want him to be unharmed, then answer my question carefully and don't play tricks."
The magician took a step back, his eyes moved slightly, and after a long time, he replied coldly, "Okay."
In June of the twelfth year of Qianyuan, General Shen Jiezhan of Weiyuan died on the battlefield of the Western Expedition. In July of the same year, news spread back to Yanling, the metropolis, that the general's wife, Shen Wei, hung a beam at home and died of love.
All the peaceful years of Shen An came to an abrupt end in that fiery July.
Shen An was dressed in filial piety, kneeling outside the coffin. It had just rained yesterday, and the weather was still cool. From time to time, a cold wind blew past, rustling the funeral banners.
In the huge general's mansion, there were only a few maidservants standing by his side, making him look extraordinarily bleak.
"Brother An." A voice came from behind him.
Hearing the sound, Shen An got up and looked back. After seeing the person clearly, he saluted respectfully, "Prince An."
Wang An waved his hand at him, his eyes stopped on the coffin not far away, and then left quickly.
He didn't know what he thought of, he sighed long, raised his hand and stroked Shen An's head lightly, his tone was light, with a bit of guilt, "I'm sorry for you."
The grievances for many days seemed to have finally found an outlet. Shen An, who had been enduring the pain for the past few days and trying to calmly manage his parents' funeral, couldn't hold back his tears anymore, and big drops fell down.
Shen An's father's position as a general was not a secret attack, it was all due to military merits, from a small family to today, all the things he has experienced cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences. His mother was the wife his father married when he was still in the countryside, and she came from a humble background. When his father was granted the title of general, His Majesty had intentionally promised Princess Cheng Jia to his father and let his mother be a good concubine, but his father refused and insisted on giving his mother the title of general's wife.
This seems to be the beginning of it all.
His father has a wild personality and is not good at making friends. In addition, he was born in a mediocre family, so he doesn't have many contacts with him, but he is extremely prestigious among the common people.
This time, when the father's coffin was transported back to Dadu, the common people lined the road, consciously sending it off, and all of them wept.
However, since the suspension of the coffin, the emperor has not expressed anything, nor has he issued a decree stating whether he will inherit the position of general.
How could he not see the current situation clearly.
He thought that he had been worn smooth and cold by the successive changes.
But he didn't expect Wang An's short four words to defeat him.
After all, he is only twelve years old this year.
Seeing him crying like this, King An stretched out his hand to embrace him, patted his back, and said, "Why don't you follow me back to Prince An's mansion first."
Shen An didn't answer.
King An helped him bury his parents.
He edited the book for him, voluntarily gave up the inheritance of the position of general, returned to the commoner body, and was willing to donate the general's mansion to rebuild the palace for His Majesty.
His Majesty quickly replied and granted his request.
Then he followed King An to Prince An's mansion.
On the first day he entered the mansion, King An led him around the mansion of Prince An, and said to him gently, "You can treat this place as your own home from now on."
"Thank you, Prince An." He had a lot to say, but after organizing for a long time, he still only answered these few words.
Like his father, he is not good at words, so he can only keep all the gratitude in his heart and repay it slowly in the future.
When I walked to Ming Zhexuan, the door was pushed open, and a little man in an off-white coat stumbled out from inside.
The sleeves of the little man's coat are too long, only the pink fingertips are exposed, and there is a pure white hood on his head, under which is a round face. The child will be raised very well, with soft and fair skin, a pair of black and bright eyes, big and round, like two crystal grapes, watery, with a slight bend, it seems that there will be spring water overflowing from them Come.
When Wang An saw him, he bent down and opened his arms.
The child threw himself into King An's arms, and softly shouted: "Father, the child misses you so much."
"Father also misses Chun'er." Wang An hugged him, with a smile that couldn't be concealed from the corners of his eyes and brows, he gently pressed his forehead against the tip of his nose, and replied dotingly.
The father and son were intimate for a while, then Wang An remembered that there was someone standing beside him, so he turned around with the child in his arms, pointed at Shen An and said, "Chun'er, this is brother Shen An, from now on he will be with you." Study and play together, called brother."
Yan Chun tilted his head, looked at him with black and white eyes for a while, and quickly accepted his father's words, with a smile on his mouth, stretched out his hand to him, and called sweetly: "Brother."
Shen An froze in place, wanted to reach out but didn't dare, he was obviously very happy in his heart, but the smile on his face was stiff.
"Hey... hey." Shen An stammered back.