He has always been a Chinese.
From the time he was born, the Chinese government has been fighting. From a very young age, he was separated from his mother and begged for a living.
In the Chinese dynasty, there were so many beggars. He was just like a piece of fallen leaves in autumn. No one would care about him, no one would care about him.
He had thought that his life would end like this, but the turning point came. In the year when he was six years old, there was a plague in the small town where he lived.
Local officials are going to hide the matter, release the plague victims or burn them to death. He escaped from there and fainted by the side of the road. When he woke up, he was sleeping on a warm bed covered with a soft silk quilt.
"Are you awake?"
A man sat at the head of the bed and looked at him with concern. Luo Dao blinked and looked at the man's rich and noble clothes. Suddenly, tears came out of his eyes: "my Lord, please help me. As long as you are willing to accept me, no matter what I am asked to do, I will do it for you."
"Save you?" The man laughed, "I have already saved you, haven't I?"
"Please let me follow you." Rodolfo said. The man was stunned: "there are a lot of victims like you. If I take you in, how can I explain to them? Child, you seem to have made a mistake. I'm not the kind person you think. You fell on the side of the road and got in the way of my carriage. I can't help you.
Now that you have nothing to do, leave quickly. Don't get in my way any more. "
A faint smile rose from the corner of the man's mouth. As he was getting ready to get up, Luo Daolian rolled down from the bed and knelt down in front of the man: "you are a rich man. I can see that you are different from those local officials, and your identity is even higher than them. The light on you is purple. You are a member of the royal family, either a prince or a prince.
No one will be your boss, as long as you casually promise, you can save my life. Please help me... "
"The light on me?"
The man's eyes show surprise, can't believe to stare at Luo Dao.
"Adults may not believe it. Since I was a child, I could see people with light and different colors," Luo Dao choked. "The light on adults is different and rich."
"Interesting kids."
The man muttered in a low voice, and then said, "wait here."
The man said, ignore him, directly out of the bedroom, the next day, another person came to the room. Unlike a man, he is wearing strange clothes. He looks carefully and outlines five elements and eight trigrams.
He carefully asked about the situation of Luo Dao. For four hours, Luo Dao was in a state of terror. The man asked and left.
Later, Luo Daocai knew that he was the national teacher of the Chinese dynasty, and the man who accepted him that day was king Jing'an of the Chinese dynasty.
He was left to become the master of heaven, and at the age of 16, he had become the best man in the constellation.
Later, he was ordered by the national teacher to go to Nanyuan and Approach Gu Yanqing.
He thought that he was just finishing the task, but he didn't expect that Nanyuan had become the best years in his life.
He knows the five elements and eight trigrams, knows a person's fortune, knows how to strategize, but he still doesn't know how to control his life after all.
Bai Lingwei may not understand, he has many difficulties, if he can, he also hopes to marry her. But after all, he was a man of the Chinese dynasty, and his fate was not up to him.
Rodo raised his wrist. There was a red line on his wrist, as if it had been carved into his skin.
"I don't have much time left for..."
He heaved a heavy sigh and said wistfully.