Jun Limo smiled: "If I tell you now, you may not be able to understand it. Master will tell you again in three to five years when you grow up."
Xiao Yan: "..."
As a master, he is good at everything, but he likes to play tricks on people. He is worthy of being a high priest, and his ability to fool people is very good.
Xiao Yan had long been accustomed to it, so he asked: "Why is Master here? Are you here to see my father? He was lazy and went to see my mother."
Jun Limo said: "I know, Master is here to see you."
After saying that, he waved to him and said, "Just let your uncle handle the political affairs alone. Master will take you out of the palace for a walk."
Xiao Yan stood up happily and said: "Really? But my father asked me to learn to review memorials, and he also said that I wanted to check. How should I explain to him if I go to play?
How about we go after I finish helping my uncle handle the political affairs?"
Jun Limo looked at Xiao Yan with some relief, and said, "Actually, your father asked me to come here just to test you and see if you would give up state affairs just for fun."
Xiao Yan said expressionlessly: "I have guessed it a long time ago."
He sat back, picked up the ink pen and began to read the memorial in front of him.
Yan Jingxuan looked on and felt a little distressed. Xiao Yan had been very well-behaved and sensible since he was a child.
He is indeed a born emperor, but because of this he has a heavy burden and is much more stable than his peers.
He has indeed endured too much at such a young age.
Yan Jingxuan couldn't stand it anymore, so he said: "What kind of approval? My uncle will take you out to play. If anything happens, I will take care of it."
With that said, he pulled Xiao Yan out of the palace.
Xiao Yan grew up in the capital, but often left the palace.
Yan Jingxuan took him wandering around the streets, and then told him about his glorious deeds: "When I was young, I was a dandy in the capital, eating, drinking, having fun, and living happily. Do you know, it was the first time your father and I met?
At that time, he beat me up."
Xiao Yan rarely heard Yan Jingxuan talk about his embarrassments, so he asked curiously: "Why did my father beat you?"
Yan Jingxuan snorted and said, "Because back then I called your mother Little Pepper, and your father beat me up in a competition.
Later, I was beaten several times by your father because of your mother. Your father has a dark heart. I am curious as to how he raised such a sensible son like you?"
Xiao Yan's eyebrows moved and he asked: "Don't I look like my father?"
Yan Jingxuan said: "It looks like it, but it doesn't look alike either. You are more popular than your father."
He put his arm around Xiao Yan's shoulders and said, "Your father grew up bearing hatred, so he was very tolerant when he was young and hid his own light.
You are different, you grew up in the care of us elders, and your heart is full of sunshine."
After a pause, he added: "And your father's sunshine is your mother, Xiao Yan. When you grow up, you will meet the woman who will accompany you all your life. Then you will know that there is another life in this life."
Such beauty and completeness.”
Xiao Yan seemed to understand. He looked at Yan Jing and said, "How old was your father when he met my mother?"
Yan Jingxuan said: "They had met each other when they were children, but they met again when your father was eighteen years old, and your mother had not yet had haircuts at that time."
Xiao Yan's eyes flickered. He would be eighteen years old in four years. He looked at the bustling market in front of him and the crowds of people coming and going.
He thought that he knew what he had never understood.
Four years later.
On the day of Prince Xiao Yan's eighteenth birthday, something shocking happened in the capital.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who has always been well-behaved and sensible, left a letter and ran away from home. Not only that, he also kidnapped the eldest son of the Duke of Zhenguo.
What Xiao Yan didn't know was that the moment he stepped out of the capital was the real beginning of his destiny.