Stop the Clouds

[The paranoid beauty attack in the lower year × the gentle and intelligent person in the upper year] Yun Zhuoxin personally helped the madman onto the dragon throne, and became a sinner who will be infamy for thousands of years. On the day the city fell, he held the young emperor in his arms, burned himself in the main hall, and died for his country. Everyone in the world knows that the traitor will finally die in his rightful place. But little did he know that the raging flames were just a show for him to escape from his shell. He had arranged everything early, and took the little emperor to hide his name, settle in a corner, and open a small pen and ink shop close to the person he thought about day and night. Until that day, a familiar customer came to the shop. The guest was dressed in commoner clothes, but he could not conceal his aristocratic appearance. He stared at the gentle and jade-like shopkeeper behind the counter, and slowly took off his curtain hat, revealing a stunningly beautiful face. "Shopkeeper," the guest said, his voice seemed to have been tempered with ice, "I've missed you for three years." The abacus in Yun Zhuoxin's hand fell to the ground with a bang. ——This is the little girl he picked up from the corner of Zhao Guoshen Palace. It was also the exiled prince who he raised with his own hands, taught him how to read and understand, and finally sent him away to help him go north to seize the throne... It is also the new emperor of the Zhao Kingdom, Xiao Jingan, who now dominates the northern border and is decisive in killing. The young emperor approached step by step, and his fingertips touched the somewhat faded red rope on his wrist. On the rope was tied a naive wooden lamb. "Explain," Xiao Jingan leaned over, his breath hot, carrying longing that had been suppressed for three years, "Why is the thing I gave you wearing on the hand of a 'dead man'?" "And," he glanced at the little girl who was holding Yun Zhuoxin's legs and calling her daddy. The emotion in his eyes was incomprehensible, "I just came back from being an emperor for three years, and now I even have a daughter?" —————————————————————————————— Everyone in the Zhao Kingdom knew that Emperor Xiao Jing'an harbored a sweetheart who died young. He left his harem vacant for that person, refused to have any heirs, and was willing to guard the country alone for thousands of miles. Three years ago, a fire broke out in the Zichen Palace of Zhou Dynasty, ruthlessly burning the person who was as warm as water in his memory into a line in the annals of history with "no bones left." He originally thought that the rest of his life would be nothing but nostalgia. Until three years later, a pretty little girl grabbed the corner of his clothes and talked about her "mother doing business in a distant place" in a coquettish voice. Xiao Jingan squatted down, with an undercurrent in his eyes, but his smile was gentle, and he said seductively: "Tell me, is there a possibility... That I am your mother?" Before he finished speaking, there was a muffled sound of something falling to the ground at the door. He raised his eyes and looked—— The figure who almost fell asleep every night stood frozen at the intersection of light and shadow, the items in his hands scattered on the ground, and his pupils reflected the way he slowly stood up. Xiao Jingan curved the corners of his lips and spoke clearly, breaking three years of silence: "Mr. Prime Minister?" —————————————————————————————— Developing a strong 1v1 team at the end of the year, an atypical reunion The battle of wits may be comparable to that of an adult banana. If you can't solve the problem, you'll just deal high damage with your left hand and high damage with your right hand. Overhead, don't pay too much attention to the background. If there's anything weird about the background, I'm just making it up. The full text is saved and two chapters are updated daily. Purpose: Family, country and world