The happy life of the devil and the devil

Under the kind care of His Majesty, under the attentive service of his sons and daughters and grandchildren, and under the painstaking efforts of the doctors, King Xi finally survived again with difficulty.

Although, as the rescue time got longer and longer, as King Xi's reaction became less and less after each needle was pricked and each bowl of soup was poured in, everyone knew that the old prince was the one who had been in the hospital for the past few days. something happened...

Yuan Shao and Ling Yucheng stood by King Xi's bed for half an hour, making sure that the difficulties had passed and that it was unlikely that the old man would not come up again tonight, so they were sent out of the tent on their knees.After such a toss, he was completely out of sleepiness. Yuan Shao took a deep breath of the cold air at the door of the tent. Hearing Diao Dou beating the fourth watch, he didn't bother to go back to sleep, so he simply picked a direction and walked towards the dark Zhong took a step.

The heavy snow had stopped at some point.The farther you are from King Xi's tent, the more sparse the lights are, and the surroundings are dark, and you can barely see the outline of the tent standing on the side of the road.Snowflakes had accumulated thickly on the ground, and when one stepped on it, the fluffy new snow reached the calves, and when pulling it up again, one had to stomp an extra foot to shake off the snow accumulated on the feet.

Yuan Shao waved his hand to tell the waiters not to follow so closely, he slowed down and walked at a leisurely pace.Behind him, kicking and tapping, was Ling Yucheng who was half a step behind him. Every time he took a step, snowflakes flew up from his toes.Compared with Prince Xi who followed suit later, but deliberately restrained his movements, Ling Yucheng's actions can be said to be very public.

I don't know why, Yuan Shao's mind came up with the boy's piss just now.

Ling Yucheng is... taking the opportunity to polish his boots?

If it wasn't for the visit from the critically ill King Xi just now, Yuan Shao really wanted to laugh.But now, he could only speed up his pace and zigzag around several rows of tents.

The entire settlement is centered on Yuan Shao's golden-roofed tent, surrounded by the tents of Jinwu Guard, Habayashi Guard, and Xuanjia Guard.Far away from the big tent with the golden roof is the king's tent of King Xi, and the tribe's subordinates spread out around the king's tent layer by layer according to their status.

At this time, Yuan Shao is going further and further away.The tents on the side of the road were getting smaller and smaller, and the smell was getting worse and worse. In the dark, there was nothing worth seeing.Yuan Shao was thinking whether to go back or not, when there was a commotion in the distance.

It was the darkest time before dawn, and those who were not qualified to serve in the king's tent had turned off their lights early and were fast asleep.In the darkness of complete silence, seven or eight lights danced, gathered and dispersed, and just broke into sight.

"Huh?" Yuan Shao paused and changed direction without hesitation.As he got closer, he realized that horses were neighing one after another, and seven or eight people held torches, cursing and besieging a ragged boy in all directions.

Even in the dark, with the occasional light from the torch, you can see that the young man's clothes are extremely thin.Now it is almost the coldest time of the year, like Yuan Shao is wearing a black fox robe with a mink fur cloak outside.The rest of the people were dressed similarly, even the guards standing in the outermost circle were wrapped in cotton jackets thickly under their leather robes, keeping them warm.

But this young man clearly only had a tattered sheepskin robe, the wool was messy and knotted, and occasionally the fire flashed, and the skin exposed under the torn hole could be seen.A pair of felt shoes that can expose seven or eight toes in total, stepped on the snow, and there was a little bit of bright red in the black and dirty footprints.

That's it, the boy's figure is still flexible, scurrying back and forth in the surrounding of seven or eight adults.While escaping, he repeatedly made dirty tricks, or rolled on the spot and kicked, or grabbed a handful of snow and smashed it in the face of the person, and by the way, slammed it under the armpit of the adult who surrounded him. Drilled out.Yuan Shao stood and watched from a distance for a quarter of an hour, only to see that the boy escaped several tents in a row, but was still cornered by people, followed by a brutal beating.

The boy seemed to be very experienced in being beaten, with his back leaning against the tent, one arm raised to protect the back of his head and neck, curled up into a tight ball.The adults who surrounded him seemed to hate him extremely, they kicked and beat him mercilessly while cursing. The curses of "little thief" and "bastard" came faintly, but there was not a single scream or scream, not even a low-pitched groan.

With such a big commotion, people in the nearby tents had already woken up, and the commotion was faint, but no one came out to watch.Suddenly there was a scream, and everyone followed the sound, and saw a thin figure rushing out of the tent staggeringly, before running a few steps, he stumbled and fell on the snow.But the man ignored himself, still sprinting and scrambling, shouting while running, "Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"

The voice is clear and clear, it is a woman, and her age is not very old.The boy finally had a reaction, struggling to get up, but was punched back.The woman didn't know where the strength came from, but she rushed in through the iron walls of the big men, threw herself on the young man, and shouted tremblingly: "Stop beating!"

"Ayi Duo! Don't beg them!"

Under the scream, the rain of fists and feet stopped.However, the circle surrounding the young man did not dissipate. Several men laughed and folded their arms, rubbing against each other, and taking turns commenting on each other sentence by sentence:

"Yo... little girl, is this your lover?"

"Such a young lover, has his hair grown?"

"It's better to let my brother love you... Now that you know what it's like to be a woman, I'll keep you from thinking about this little kid..."

Amidst the foul language, the woman just kept silent, sobbing softly from time to time.Instead, the young man let out an angry roar, and with the strength he didn't know where it came from, he shook off the woman with all his strength, and then bumped into her.He was originally not tall enough, and now he was curled up on the ground again. When he bumped into it, he heard a man's voice screaming, and immediately a man took two steps back, curled up on the snow like a shrimp.

The boy succeeded in one blow, but he didn't run away, he turned around and pulled the woman who had rescued him earlier.After such a pause, the other men couldn't react, and immediately punched and kicked again.No matter how much the woman protects her now, it's useless. The two of them hug each other tightly. After countless times, the voice of the woman's screams changed, but she still tried her best to hold the boy in her arms and shouted. One sound:

"He is also the son of the old prince! How dare you!"

Old prince?

Do you mean King Xi?

At this time, all the sons, grandsons, daughters, and grandchildren of King Xi crowded into the king's tent as long as they could get there. How could there be such a child who was beaten and laughed at in the middle of the night in a secluded place far away from the king's tent?

Yuan Shao's gaze has turned to his back like a cold electric shock.Prince Xi's son complained in his heart, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward.Before I could reply, the laughter and cursing of the man in the distance had already given everyone an answer:

"You little bastard with blue eyes! You deserve it too?"

Having said that, even Yuan Shao remembered it.It was a few years before he ascended the throne, and King Xi accidentally got a dancer from the Western Regions. Her skin was as white as snow, her hair as golden as gold, and her blue eyes looked back, as if they reflected the entire sky.When you dance, you can touch the ground with one foot, and point the other bare foot high to the sky. A string of golden bells tied to your ankles will ring from the first one, increasing gradually until the last eighteen golden bells ring together. Everyone is dumbfounded.

At that time, King Xi spoiled her so lawlessly that he couldn't leave her for a moment. Even the nine-white hunt in the last three days of the big hunt had to take her into the paddock.General Huben Namyan was so envious, he asked for ten beauties, a hundred pieces of golden satin, and a precious sword in exchange for the feast. Not only did King Xi not allow it, but he punched him instead. face!

Unexpectedly, the colorful clouds are easy to disperse and the glass is brittle. In the second year, that beautiful girl disappeared, as if she had never appeared before.Such things are also common in noble circles, and no one asks more.Looking at it now, it turned out that a blue-eyed son was born, and he fell out of favor with King Xi...

After such a moment of astonishment, there was a plop beside him, and Prince Xi's son had already knelt down:

"Reporting to Your Majesty, that child is indeed the son of the father and king, but...just..."

Yuan Shao lowered his eyes to look, and saw that Prince Xi's head was buried low, almost pressed into the snow.It can be said that the father is not kind when the child is abused in this way, but King Xi is dying in bed at this time, and it is useless to say anything else.Then, all the blame will inevitably fall on Prince Xi alone...

With the hat of abusing the concubine brother put on, at the moment when King Xi is about to pass away and the prince only wants to take over the throne safely, although it will not shake the throne that is about to be obtained, but in the succession of power, there will inevitably be many unsatisfactory things. necessary variables.Even Yuan Shao himself came up with [-] or [-] methods in an instant, taking this opportunity to split a few pieces from King Xi's sphere of influence.

As his thoughts flashed wildly, he had already yelled heavily: "Stop!" and strode forward.Ling Yucheng followed behind him and made a gesture, and the people ran forward at a faster pace, the lights were turned on one by one, and in an instant, the fire dragon came windingly, illuminating the dark snowy field like daytime.

With such momentum, the men who kicked and beat wantonly before had knelt down on the ground in a daze, not daring to say a word.The woman named Ai Duo curled up on the snow, trembling while hugging the boy, the tears on her cheeks flowed recklessly, forming shiny thin ice.On the other hand, the boy gently pushed her away, struggled for a while, but was unable to get up, so he could only kneel up slowly on the snow.

"Blue eyes?" Yuan Shao casually gestured, "Raise your head and let me see."

The boy slowly raised his head.From the forehead to the cheeks, to the corners of the mouth, there are patches of bruises here and there, and it is impossible to tell what his appearance is.However, those eyes were shining brightly, even under Yuan Shao's gaze, they didn't dodge at all, and the color of the fire was deep purple, shining brightly.

Even if it is like this at night, one can imagine how bright and clear blue this pair of eyes would be under a clear day... Sure enough, they were the children of that dancer back then...

After only one glance, Yuan Shao turned his head and looked at Ling Yucheng standing silently behind him:

"how?"

"Shang Ke." Ling Yucheng stepped forward slowly, his gaze flicked over the young man.Suffering from trauma, dressed in ragged clothes, shivering in the cold wind, but unwilling to bend half of his spine in front of outsiders...

Ten years ago, there was a child who was so similar to this one.

"The bastard raised!"

"Think you are a noble person after entering the palace? Why do you accompany me, you are not worthy of licking my brother's boots!"

At that time, how many insults, how many times he used martial arts training to learn kung fu, or the beatings that turned his back on the teacher's eyes, were all just because of his background, and he, who had always been stubborn, refused to bend his spine no matter how much he was beaten and scolded...

"Child," he said softly amidst the howling wind and the crackling of torches, "Why did they beat you?"

why?

The boy visibly flinched and didn't speak.Ayiduo knelt quietly and took half a step, getting closer, as if she wanted to use her body to shield him from the nobleman's scrutiny, but she didn't dare to raise her head.In the silence, the man's rough voice suddenly sounded:

"He's a thief! Steal!"

Stealing...

Most of the pity eyes turned into contempt.The men on the grassland are most contemptuous of thieves who steal things—herdsmen’s tents never refuse guests, and if the owner eats a bite, there will be half a bite of the guest, but.If you steal...

In many places, the only penalty for catching a thief was amputation of the thumb used to hold the knife and pull the string.

Such a person, even if he begs, no one will give him half a bone.

"No!" Ayi Duo trembled, and immediately hugged the boy again, "Barren didn't steal it! Brenner has always been a good boy!"

"Good boy?" The man's contemptuous laughter grew louder, Ling Yucheng could clearly hear the guilt in that voice, he wanted to get rid of the guilt of beating a young man in front of the nobleman: "Look at what is in his arms! Ask him if he stole it!"

All eyes were on the boy's chest.No matter whether he was beaten by several adults just now, or he was questioned by nobles at this moment, the young man kept one hand tucked in his bosom, clutching something tightly.Seeing the woman's bright eyes on his chest, he trembled violently, and his back, which was always straight, slowly bent down:

"Sister," his low voice was full of pain, "I really stole..."

"Snapped!"

A slap fell on the face without hesitation.Ayi Duo, who hit someone, hurt a little more than the boy, and pushed the boy down on the snow, with tears in his eyes:

"How can you! Barren, how can you!"

"elder sister!"

Balenel walked forward on his knees, trying to grab the woman's sleeve, but when he touched the corner of the sleeve, she pushed it away heavily.This time, he fell on the snow and tried his best to hold on with his palms, but he always fell down after halfway through.

The nobleman is in front, such a behavior is very rude.However, Yuan Shao watched with relish, and if he didn't scold, no one else would rush to speak.Seeing the boy finally fell powerlessly on the snowdrift, Ling Yucheng frowned for a moment, then took a step forward:

"What did you steal? Why?"

There was neither reprimand nor contempt in the voice, as if it was a normal question.Barren moved, his eyes slowly lifted from the tip of the black boots, and finally met a pair of calm black eyes—the black eyes he had always wanted, but couldn't ask for.

His hand slowly withdrew from his arms.Black and dirty fingers clutching a straw pouch:

"Grandma is dying...I just want to give Grandma a full meal..."

Immediately someone bowed and took it.The small bag weighing less than half a catty was opened under the watchful eyes of the nobles, and what was poured out was a handful of shriveled black soybeans and soybeans, which were mixed with most of the bran and scattered and cohesive soybean meal.

"It's horse feed." The deputy general of the Jinwu Guard who was holding a straw bag whispered.Everyone turned their heads in unison, and the neighing sound of the horse could be heard faintly. I remember, the boy was chased and beaten all the way from there...

And the young man took the risk of being beaten and being despised forever to steal this small bag of horse fodder. It sounds like it was just to let an old woman have a full meal on her deathbed...

Everyone was silent.In the night wind, only Ayiduo's low sobs continued.

After a long time, Yuan Shao made a gesture, and immediately someone stepped forward, wrapped the boy in a cloak, and brought him into the ranks of Jin Wuwei.

"It's my fault for letting the people steal the rations of the horses to feed themselves." Yuan Shao sighed deeply, and turned to Prince Xi:

"Are there any extra cattle and sheep in the camp?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the sheep in the camp are enough for three months' food." Prince Xi quickly knelt down.Just kidding, every time I encounter this kind of heavy snow, the fatal thing is not that there is not enough mutton to eat, but that the cattle and sheep are dead, what should I do next year?Once the ice melts and the snow melts in spring, meat is not easy to keep for a long time...

Yuan Shao raised his hand to signal him to get up: "I have already ordered to speed up the transportation of food in the pass, but the road is blocked by wind and snow, and it will not arrive in a while. So—"

He took two steps, raised his arms, and drew a big circle in front of him:

"I still have a batch of gold, pearls, jade, and silk here. First, buy these sheep and distribute them to the people to eat. When spring comes, you have gold and silver in your hands, so you can buy grain from merchants. Wouldn't it be cheaper?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace!" Prince Xi's son slammed his head on the ground with tears streaming down his face.

The author has something to say: "It is my fault to let the people steal the rations of the horses to feed themselves."

Xiao Ling: (Turning his head silently) Your Majesty, can you act more like a show?This acting is not enough!