In the 12th year of Kaihuang, the Sui Dynasty had destroyed Chen for three years, and the world was peaceful. Emperor Yang Jian of Sui worked hard to govern and rest with the people. A vibrant scene appeared in the Sui Dynasty.

In early February, the spring breeze has brought a trace of warmth into the imperial capital. The willow branches sprout, the bells fly and the grass grows, and the spring is full of spring.

That morning, a black round cattle cart drove into Wubenfang near the imperial city. There were many royal relatives and powerful people living in Wubenfang, with bright clothes and angry horses, gorgeous vehicles, and endless pedestrians, which were particularly lively.

Although this ox cart is large and strong, and the strong cow is tied to the top, you can tell at a glance that it comes from a wealthy family, but it still looks very shabby compared to the gorgeous carriages driving in Wubenfang.

The man who drove the ox cart was a man in his thirties, with a little worried between his eyebrows. He was wearing a cloth robe and a soft-footed head, and was covered in dust. He was obviously from afar. His surname was Li, from Yingzhou. He came to Beijing this time but had a thought.

The curtain in front of the round shed opened a crack, revealing the face of a young woman. She whispered: "Erlang, Yuan Qing seems to be awake."

"Yes!" the man agreed casually, "Give him some cakes to make him feel better."

The man sighed in dismay, not knowing whether Yuan Qing's biological father recognized this son?

In the ox cart, a little boy had woken up, with big black eyes open, his eyes as deep as water, thinking. His name was Yuanqing, and his mother's surname was Li, so he was temporarily called Li Yuanqing. The reason for this is temporarily depends on whether his biological father recognizes him later. If he recognizes each other, he will change his name to Yang Yuanqing.

He was only three years old at this time, but his heart was twenty-five years old. He was a soul from 1,400 years later. His surname was Yang. He was a company employee. He passed away due to illness, but his soul remained undispersed. Returning to the eleventh year of Kaihuang 1,400 years ago, he was attached to a sick child. After nearly a month of illness and struggled, he finally regained his life. However, his mother of the Sui Dynasty failed to escape from the palm of the disease and passed away half a year ago.

The man outside the car was his uncle, and the young woman in the ox cart was his aunt. Both of them were kind-hearted and dedicated people. They wanted to accept him as their son, but a letter from the capital changed his fate. He realized that he was an illegitimate son. His irresponsible father remembered him and asked him to go to Beijing.

Yuan Qing has been in this dynasty for half a year, and he still retains many memories of his previous life in his mind, but he is very silent and doesn't like to talk, because he is only two years old, and if he acts too heretic, he will be regarded as a monster. Maybe his life is hard to save. He must adapt to his current age. The best way is to remain silent.

But his eyes were hard to hide, and he would inadvertently reveal the vicissitudes of life for 1,400 years, which made his aunt always feel palpitations.

"here we go again!"

The young woman smiled and knocked on his little forehead, "What's the worries about the little baby?"

She was used to Yuan Qing's deep eyes and didn't care. She took out a piece of pancake filled with tender mutton onion from the bamboo basket and handed it to Yuan Qing, "Eat!"

Yuan Qing sat up, took the meat pie and nibbled slowly, "Auntie, where have you been?"

This was the most asked along the way. It was his first time to go out and he was curiously observing the scenery of the Sui Dynasty along the way, making him feel that this was a very prosperous dynasty, rich in resources and low prices. They only spent one of the delicious meat pie in his hand. If he hadn't known history, he would not have believed that this dynasty would be about to perish.

There is a great chaos in the world, and many heroes emerge. Li Yuanba, Yuwen Chengdu, Qin Qiong, Cheng Yaojin, and Li Shimin. His familiar names made him feel moved. This year is the 12th year of Kaihuang. I wonder when the world will be in chaos?

But he forgot that Romance is not history, and Cheng Yaojin is only one year older than him now.

The young woman smiled very gentle. She carefully took care of the little pitiful who had lost her mother along the way. At this time, she never thought that this three-year-old kid was hoping for chaos in the world. She poured a bowl of water from a clay pot and fed him carefully, "I'm going to your house soon, do you like it?"

Yuan Qing did not answer, nor could he answer. Did he like it? He didn't know that he only knew that his father's surname was Yang. He was the governor of Yingzhou a few years ago. He had a grudge with his mother. He was promoted last year and then went back to the capital, saying that he wanted to report that his father would take them and their son to Beijing again. Perhaps he had already obtained the consent, so he had his own entry into Beijing today.

Yuan Qing thought for a long time, who was his father? His surname was Yang, and his grandfather was a high-ranking official in the capital. Could it be that he was a royal relative? This was the Sui Dynasty and Yang was a national surname! His uncle may know, but he never told himself that he kept his mouth shut all the way.

Seeing that he did not answer, the young woman couldn't help but sigh. The child was thinking about something all day long and was different. Fortunately, she was very healthy and looked like she was only three years old.

She didn't know that this was her husband's concern. The child was too big and didn't look like a three-year-old child at all. What should his father do if he didn't admit it?

The ox cart slowly slowed down and stopped, "We are here!" My uncle's voice came from outside.

Yuan Qing quickly got up and looked out through the small car window. He saw a magnificent mansion in front of him, surrounded by high walls. On both sides of the steps were two stone sculptures of lions in the house, and a vermilion door was facing the steps.

There was a huge gold-painted plaque hanging at the top of the gate. Although it was in seal script, he still recognized three characters, including the Duke's Mansion. Yuan Qing thought the first character looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a moment, but this was undoubtedly the powerful and powerful in the court.

A servant who was guarding the door ran out of the mansion, went up to ask about the situation and went back. After a while, a middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper came out and bowed to Uncle Yuanqing, "Have you brought the child?"

He had already seen the cute little face in the car window, and a smile appeared on his face, "The master is waiting for you, please follow me!"

Of course they couldn't walk through the main door, and walked around half a circle and entered the mansion through the side door. My aunt hugged him. They walked through the door and passed through the courtyard. I wonder how deep they walked, and finally came to a black door. A housewife who looked like an owl came up. She looked at Yuan Qing coldly, without a smile on her face, "Is it him?"

He was an illegitimate son and could not enjoy the treatment he deserved. Even the servants were cold to him. The old housekeeper was a little better to him and smiled and said, "This is the young master, I just came from Yingzhou."

"Now I don't know anything!"

The housekeeper pointed at his uncle and aunt unhappy and said, "Take them to the outer room."

The housekeeper stepped forward and picked him up. Yuan Qing felt that there was a pungent smell of fox on her body, and he almost let him spit it out. He covered his nose and turned his head, but he happened to see his uncle and aunt looking at him nostalgic. He suddenly realized that this was the moment of their breakup.

He struggled desperately to get off the ground, but the housekeeper's hand held him firmly like an eagle's claw, and he couldn't struggle at all.

"I won't go, I'm going home!"

Yuan Qing finally burst into tears like a three-year-old child, and his uncle and aunt's eyes also turned red, but they were just plain-headed villains. In such a powerful mansion, they had no right to speak, so they lowered their heads and turned around and left.

Yuan Qing was carried into the inner house, and his crying stopped abruptly. He suddenly realized that the more fierce he cried, the happier the owl housekeeper was. Why did he make her happy?

But her body smelled pungent. Yuan Qing didn't feel it when she cried, but now she smelled it if she didn't cry. I really don't know how her bedmates endured it?

Yuan Qing had to hold his breath and look around at the inner house. Unlike the outer house, there were lush trees and plants, and pavilions and towers were everywhere. Buildings were hidden in the spring green.

Seeing that he suddenly stopped crying, the housekeeper was a little surprised and asked him in a low voice: "Boy, why don't you cry?"

Yuan Qing ignored her and said to herself: "You old ghost woman is so smelly!"

At this time, two girls in long skirts walked up to him, one red and the other green, with pretty appearance, slender figure and graceful as fairy. They smiled and asked, "Sanniang, is it him?"

"It's him!"

The housekeeper smiled flatteringly and handed him over to the girl in the red dress, and handed over his origin certificate to the girl in the green dress. Yuan Qing was hugged by the girl in the red dress, and only smelled a faint fragrance. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm suffocating!"

Both girls asked him strangely, "Why are you suffocating to death?"

Yuan Qing remembered the butler's eagle claws and made his calf hurt. He pointed his little hand at the butler and said hatefully: "She's body is too smelly, I can't stand it."

The two girls were stunned, covering their mouths and giggling, laughing so hard that their bodies were trembling like flower branches. The butler's face was swollen like a pig's liver, and his eyes were filled with anger, but he did not dare to attack. He just glared at Yuan Qing fiercely, "Miss Qiuju, Miss Chuntao, I'll go out first."

She turned around and left, and the two girls ignored her and hugged Yuan Qing and walked deep into the inner courtyard. Only then did Yuan Qing realize that one of them was Qiu Ju and the other was Chuntao. It turned out that they were two maids. The two maids in the inner palace made the housekeeper scared, which showed that the level of this mansion was very strict.

Others are beauties in their arms, but he is the other way around. He is in the arms of a beauty. Although he is embraced by a beauty, he has no blessing to enjoy it.

They walked to a house, Qiuju put him down and led him into the house. The room was not big, but it was very gorgeously arranged. There were colorful Shu brocades hanging on the walls, and one-person-high celadon vases placed at four corners. A white jade screen of rosewood was placed on each of the left and right, with flowers and birds painted on it, which was extremely precious.

There is a seating bed in the middle of the two screens, eight feet is the bed, three feet is the bed, and one foot is the chaise. This is a typical two-person seating bed.

On the couch was sitting, a man and a woman, both of whom were about thirty years old, dressed in luxurious clothes, with a woman's hair combed in cloudy temples, her face was as full as the moon, her face was covered with powder, her shoulders were covered with red brocade, her upper body was wearing a white cross-neck wide-sleeved shirt, and a red long skirt was tied to the ground, with a snow-white and soft breast half exposed, but her face was cold and looked at him with a disdainful look, and she didn't even have hostility in her eyes. Yuan Qing was an illegitimate son, and she was not worthy of her hostility. She was Yuan Qing's mother, surnamed Zheng.

The man next to her wore a golden crown and a wide silk woven Zen dress. He had a majestic figure, fair skin, long face, and long beards under his jaw were very beautifully trimmed. His slender eyes were bright and bright, giving people a feeling of being strong but smart and capable.

He was looking at Yuan Qing with complex eyes. Yuan Qing immediately guessed that this should be his own father. Yuan Qing suddenly had a strong interest in his heart. Who is he in history?

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