Chapter 1647: A blue lantern with ancient Buddha (1)

"Little son, is fortune-telling? Only ten copper plates!"
On the streets of Dongchen Country, an old Taoist called a little boy with red lips and white teeth.
The little son is not very old, he looks like eleven or twelve years old. He is dressed in a satin suit and jade costume, with exquisite features, long and narrow eyes, and at a young age, he can already see how scorching and compelling he will look like.
"Bold beggar, don't let go!"
The tall guard behind the little boy drew his sword to drive away the people.
"stop."
The little boy waved his hand and motioned the guard to retreat. He looked at the old man. Although he was covered in patches on his body, his clothes were clean, unlike those beggars.
He asked: "You neither gossip nor sign, how do you tell me?"
"The old man will look at his face. If the young man is willing, he can show the young man his face." said the old man.
"Too... Young Master, these quack warlocks are all deceptive. If you want to tell your fortune, you can go to Lingyin Temple to find those high monks..."
The guard persuaded from behind.
"No, this son wants to hear him show me his face, and those monks will fool the children."
He looked at the old Taoist and said, "Look, look well, my son will reward you."
The old Taoist nodded again and again, and looked at his face seriously, the more he looked, the more the old Taoist frowned.
"Why, isn't it? My son's face is very bad?"
"Neither!" The old Taoist shook his head again and again, and said: "The little son's face is not bad, but very good. He must be soaring in the future. It's just that you are in love. Don't go to the south for ten years. Otherwise, ..."
"Otherwise what?" The little boy raised his eyebrows.
"Otherwise, the little boy will be trapped by love in the future and will be alone for half his life."
"Presumptuous!" The guard behind him felt that being old-fashioned was disrespectful to the little boy, and was talking nonsense.
The little boy laughed suddenly, took out a gold ingot from the storage bag around his waist, and threw it to the old man.
"Reward you."
After speaking, he raised his foot and left, not sure if he believed it or not.
"Little son! Listen to the old advice, don't go to the south!"
The old Taoist shouted from behind.
"Otherwise...otherwise you can only accompany the ancient Buddha with the blue lantern!"
The little boy who was walking in front staggered and almost went back to get the piece of gold back.
"Do you think Gu looks like a monk with shaved hair?"
He turned to ask his guard.
The guard shook his head repeatedly, "It's not like! Your status is honorable, how can you go to the temple to be a monk, it must be that old-fashioned nonsense, your majesty, if you are upset, your subordinates will arrest him..."
"No need."
The little boy waved his hand and said: "The lonely is only to see that he is not as unkempt as other people, and he showed kindness. How can he really listen to his nonsense? Besides, do you think that lonely will be trapped in the future?"
"Of course not! You will definitely be a man in the future. There will only be countless women around your Highness. How can you be troubled by love if you don't have any kind of woman your Highness wants!" The guard said seriously.
"That's not enough."
He laughed, his slightly immature face already showing cynicism.
He is not interested in those Yingyingyanyan at all, and he hasn't cultivated any interest yet.
Will there be a woman who makes him trapped by love?
He didn't believe it at all.
As the prince of Dongchen Kingdom, his mother is the daughter of the head of Shenwu Sect. After one country, there is no doubt that he is the future prince of Dongchen Kingdom.
He has been held in the moon by the stars since he was a child. In this world, there are only things he is tired of playing.
south?
Crossing the Sunset Mountains, the south is called the south of the Jiuxiao Continent, such as the Promise Dynasty. He has nothing to do to the south.
Shaking his head, Song Yiyang, who was only eleven or twelve years old, quickly left this trivial matter behind and never thought of it again.
Soon, it was Song Yiyang's 21st birthday.
He had his birthday at the grandpa of Shen Wu Jiao and drank a lot of good wine that day.
Grandpa sent him a few women.
He was dressed in red, bold and dazzling, and his body was fascinating. His narrow Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly, watching several beautiful women embrace him.
He does not refuse to come, hugs left and right.
Women feed wine, he drinks, women feed grapes, and he eats too.
But the woman wanted to take his clothes and was kicked out by him.
"Your Highness, please spare your life!"
Several stunning women quickly knelt on the ground, annoying him somehow.
"You don't like the lonely appetite, go away."
Song Yiyang drove the people out.
When people left tremblingly, he snorted, "You want to defile this prince's body with such a thing?"
No one has the guts.
"Women in this world are either mediocre, snobbery, or not greedy, boring or boring."
He kicked over the wine jar by his feet.
"His Royal Highness, the head teacher wants you to come over."
Three rods in the sun, a voice awakened Song Yiyang, who was sleeping soundly.
The sun shone in, and the red clothes were spread out, his black hair was like ink, and his skin was white like porcelain, and his brows wrinkled, which didn't hurt his appearance.
"what's up?"
He yawned and sat up from the carpet, his eyes blurred.
"It's a very important thing, you will know it when you go."
Said the people outside.
"Got it."
Song Yi raised his body, slowly and gracefully washing, but it didn't make the people outside wait too much.
"His Royal Highness."
The door opened and the people outside bowed their heads towards him.
He is Xu Yuan, the son of Shenwujiao.
"Let's go Xu Yuan, Grandpa asked you to come over, presumably things are really important."
Song Yiyang changed into a red dress again. This one was dark red, which made his facial features excessive.
Ordinary people can't hold back the red color at all, only him, this red dress seems to be the finishing touch, adding more willfulness to him.
"It's about the Promise Dynasty."
Walking on the road, Xu Yuan said.
Song Yiyang gave a hum, and suddenly pointed to the martial arts field and said:
"That woman, it seems to be very close to you last time."
A beautiful girl over there is meditating, and there are several men beside her.
Xu Yuan looked over, showing a trace of tenderness on his expressionless face, nodding:
"That's Xiaowei, the girl I admire."
"But why did Gu see her flirting with a few other men last time, are you sure she likes you too?"
Song Yi raised his brows slightly.
He remembered that this woman seemed to be called Mu Ningwei.
Xu Yuan immediately frowned and said: "His Royal Highness, don't want to talk nonsense, Xiaowei's mind is pure, how can he flirt with other men? His Highness must be wrong." Song Yiyang chuckled lightly, since Xu Yuan doesn't like listening. Then he didn't bother to say it, anyway, he was not the one who cuckold by then.