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Gu Yuanbai then forced him to listen to the sweet potatoes and potatoes and corn for ten whole days.

Saying it over and over and over. Sitting on Xue Yuan's back during the day, he was also talking while he was doing pushups. Xue Yuan never knew that His Holiness could talk so well, his eyes were lifeless, and he was so distracted by the chanting that he was out of his mind.

In addition to saying that, Gu Yuanbai also took him down to the ground.

The cherished grain seeds were planted in a heavily guarded area in the palace, and Gu Yuanbai had to visit it every day. He and Xue Yuan had stepped in mud, and their hands and bodies were covered in splattered mud spots, and because Xue Yuan had been following Gu Yuanbai's ass, he even had mud clumps on his face from the back of Gu Yuanbai's dragon boots.

"Get off to the side," the saint, who was bending down to look at the seedlings, turned his head and glared at him, "and don't get so close to me."

Xue Yuan wobbled and took a small, stingy step backward, looking around, "Your Holiness, two of the three pieces of land have sprouted seedlings, how come there's another piece that hasn't moved a bit?"

The smiling Gu Yuanbai's brows were colored with worry as he looked at the unmoving plot of land and sighed, "It's probably dead."

"What was planted in that field?"

"The potatoes," the most fertile ground was used, and cared for by the most careful farmers, but still they were not planted, "and the seed should have dried up by the time it reached Dahang."

Potato ah, no one would know its benefits better than Gu Yuanbai.

He had a hard time being really hard, but looked at the sweet potatoes and corn that had sprouted seedlings and smiled again.

Satisfaction has been worth it.

Once sweet potatoes and corn can be successful, then Daheng is due for a major population increase.

Xue Yuan pondered for a moment, "It's okay to die, at least ......" he said imploringly, "'Potato' is a name that gets out, and the literati will have to again secretly think about the Holy Spirit's method of naming."

Gu Yuanbai: "......"

You still have a problem with the name the old man called?

But Gu Yuanbai thought about the previous bed, and then thought about the name potato, if the potato really came to life, if the literati wanted to write poems praising the potato, wouldn't it become "Winged Potato" again?

Ahem, what should the history books say about the fact that Emperor Gu Yuanbai of Daheng personally named it the word potato?

Compared to the previous emperor's elegant style, "Yulang Peak", "Twisted Flower Porcelain", "Zao Wu Hua Xi Furnace" this kind of naming, Gu Yuanbai this emperor is really too grounded.

It's not that it's bad, it's just that the literati who want to praise His Holiness are really clueless.

Gu Yuanbai turned back as if nothing had happened, "The name is not important, what matters is its value."

He sighed again, "Once potatoes can be raised, an acre is two or three times as much as a corn acre."

Tang Dynasty corn mu average yield of three hundred and thirty pounds per mu up, Daheng corn mu land is also this level, potato is a high-yield crop, the modern era of ordinary planting practices can also mu yield of one thousand pounds, Gu Yuanbai can not be sure that in the ancient planting of potatoes can reach how much acre yield, but Daheng fertile land, years of rain and wind, it should not be less than eight hundred and nine hundred pounds, right?

Xue Yuan's pupils shrank and he jerked back to look at the motionless potato field, "Two or three times?"

He instantly understood the importance of these potato fields, but in the next moment after he understood it, the deepest part of his heart surged with the thick disappointment that Gu Yuanbai had just risen up, and under one joy and one sadness, Xue Yuan stiffly said, "Your Holiness, are the seeds really dead?"

Gu Yuanbai sadly said, "It should be dead."

Xue Yuan was speechless and his heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

"The solanaceous sweet potatoes and corn have already grown seedlings," Gu Yuanbai tenderly touched the sweet potato seedlings on the side, "These two things are no less productive than potatoes."

Xue Yuan felt like he could breathe again, he cherished looking at these tiny seedlings, half-speaking and smiling, "With these words from His Holiness, I can count on knowing why His Holiness kept chanting about them for days on end, these few seedlings are indeed much more important than me."

That's a sour word.

Gu Yuanbai glanced at him, "Let's go, it's time for lunch."

Xue Yuan followed him and slowly said, "Your Holiness knows a lot, I still have to follow your Holiness to learn more. Your Holiness, a kiss?"

Gu Yuanbai walked faster, and Xue Yuan saw his back and brought out a laugh, "Your Holiness, your back is covered in muddy spots."

"Nothing," Gu Yuanbai frowned, glancing sideways toward the back, "We'll clean up when we get back."

Xue Yuan, however, pulled his arm, and the two of them walked behind a hidden tree before Xue Yuan whispered, "I'll give it a wipe first, large swaths of mud are splattered all over his waist and hips, it's too conspicuous."

Before Gu Yuanbai could utter a word, Xue Yuanyao had already squatted down and pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket to carefully wipe it off. Gu Yuanbai held his face expressionless for a moment, but he still couldn't hold back, "Xue Jiuyao!"

Xue Yuan let go of the soft flesh and put away his unruly hands. Without changing his face, he stood up and brought Gu Yuanbai out from behind the tree, "It's all dried up into lumps of mud, so it's better to go back and bathe."

Gu Yuanbai hummed lightly, "His hands and feet are not honest all day long, it's good that he became General Xue's son, otherwise I'm afraid that he would have become a shrewish scoundrel who doesn't know where he is."

Xue Yuan couldn't help but reveal a darkly meaningful smile when he heard this specially spoken word of his, "If I am a shrewish scoundrel, then I would only be scoundrel to His Holiness alone."

Gu Yuanbai casually said, "I'm afraid you won't even be able to see my face."

Xue Yuan frowned, and after a long time, he slowly nodded, "It was thanks to Old General Xue's blessing."

*

As soon as the two returned to the palace, a eunuch from the Hundred Beasts Garden came to report that the two adult wolves that Xue Yuan had given to Gu Yuanbai were about to die.

Gu Yuanbai froze, and followed the eunuch to the Hundred Beasts Garden without even having time to change his clothes. Two wolves whose fur had been covered with a layer of white gray lay helplessly on the ground, and as soon as Gu Yuanbai and Xue Yuan approached, they whimpered from the bottom of their throats, their ghostly eyes turning with difficulty, rubbing against their master's hand with great effort, and slowly lost their voices.

They lived for twelve years and died of old age on this day.

Xue Yuan picked up Gu Yuanbai and comforted him in a low voice, "Your Holiness, let's find a place to bury these two wolves."

Gu Yuanbai was still a bit stunned, "Good."

There were two other wolves in the Hundred Beasts Garden, wolves that had been sent to the palace since they were pups. Gu Yuanbai watched in silence as Xue Yuan led the two wolves out, and together they watched the eunuchs digging a pit to bury the wolf carcasses.

These wolves were wild and untamed, but they were tamed extremely obediently by Xue Yuan, and they accompanied Gu Yuanbai at all times. These wolves added a lot of trouble to Gu Yuanbai, but they also had a lot of fun.

He and Xue Yuan took them for evening walks when they had time, and from time to time, they also pressed their lips together for intimacy amidst the four pairs of green, luridly glowing wolf eyes. But in the blink of an eye, two of them were old enough to die.

Tian Fusheng persuaded from the side, "Your Majesty, these two wolves have not suffered much, they eat and drink well every day, and they are also favored by Your Majesty, so they must have no regrets in their lives when they live to a ripe old age."

Gu Yuanbai sighed, and before this breath was finished, Xue Yuan covered his mouth, "It's not good to sigh often."

"I just have some regrets," Gu Yuanbai said, "After all, they have accompanied me for several years."

When Xue Yuan released his hand, the two slightly younger wolves beside him walked over to Gu Yuanbai and carefully licked his fingertips.

Dust falls to the ground, green leaves follow the wind. After the two wolves were buried, Gu Yuanbai walked back with Xue Yuan in some silence, and halfway through the trip, he suddenly lamented, "Before, I only felt a little sad, but now that I think about it, they still went together."

"This is quite good," Xue Yuan's fingers inserted into Gu Yuanbai's and interlocked with his hands, "I will do the same with His Holiness."

Gu Yuanbai laughed, "That wouldn't work. My body is much worse than yours, and the dark wounds from the battlefield barely affect you, so how could you die of old age at the same time as me?"

It's also true that the original web series adaptation seems to be the one where Chu Wei dies first, and Xue Yuan lives alone for twenty years.

Xue Yuan is really the proud son of heaven, only the longevity of this one can not be compared to the others. Gu Yuanbai curtains down, every time he remembers the original text Xue Yuan and Chu Wei pair, his heart will be exceptionally uncomfortable.

Only Xue Yuan's arguably obsessive obsession with him could counteract such discomfort.

His voice was low enough to be blown away by the wind, "You can live to be a hundred years old, but I can't."

Even these lives were taken at the hands of Hades.

Xue Yuan's face was ugly, but Gu Yuanbai didn't see it until his gloomy voice rang out, and only then did Gu Yuanbai raise her head to look at him, "Does Your Holiness think I'll live alone?"

Gu Yuanbai thought slyly, After your original destined good brother died didn't you live alone?

"Has the saint forgotten a word I once said with you?" Xue Yuan's eyes were shadowy as he touched the soft flesh on the side of Gu Yuanbai's lips, thinking that this mouth was going to spit out words that would make him sad again, and that he would have to stab him a few more times, "I said with His Holiness that if you were to die, my minister would go ahead and block your way to the Yellow Springs."

After he finished saying this, his words steeply softened as he pleaded, "Yuanbai, you trust me."

Gu Yuanbai opened his mouth and was about to say "I believe" when Xue Yuan lowered his head, his forehead against Gu Yuanbai's, his hands cupping the saint's face, so that Gu Yuanbai could see the bottom of his eyes at a glance, and see that his eyes were already a little red.

Xue Yuan muttered, "I can't live without you."

Gu Yuanbai's heart began to beat faster, and he lowered his eyes, quietly feeling the warmth of the moment.

"I want to be with you forever," Xue Yuan's nasal voice began to thicken, "Why do you always disbelieve what I say. I only want you, I only want to be with you, you don't know how happy I am when I wake up and see you for the first time every day. If there is a day when you will sleep in the ground, I just want to hold you in my arms and sleep for a long time. I'll live alone? Gu Yuanbai, how can you say such heartless words."

After a long time, Gu Yuanbai hooked his lips, "I'll remember your words, you don't want to die by then, I'll have to give a cup of poisonous wine."

Xue Yuan relaxed and kissed him a dozen times in a row, "Even after death, I'll chase after you, don't think about letting the ghost next to you touch you."

Gu Yuanbai was happy.

The heart also can not help but wonder, then why in the original text, Xue Yuan in Chu Wei death also well live to the end of life?

*

As time passed, the land where the potato seeds were planted didn't move, and Gu Yuanbai was certain that the potatoes wouldn't be planted. He put away the last bit of hope and completely focused on the sweet potatoes and corn.

Farmers served seedlings served carefully, mid-August, sweet potatoes and corn finally reached maturity, a sunny day, farmers with farming tools, in the eyes of the saint and a crowd of people gulped, a planing out of the mud underground.

Author's Note: There is no love between the original attacker and the victim, in the original text Xue Yuan did not follow Chu Wei to death, but leisurely live on, this after the detailed description of~