Drunk King and Minister

Nearly five years.

It has been nearly five years since we opened our hometown.Father's grave has been deserted for five years. He is really unfilial as a son.

Since Jiankang settled down, I thought I could go back to my hometown to visit my father, but there is no real stability in this world.Wars still raged outside Jiankang City, and Northern Qi was eyeing the restored Liang Dynasty.

Wang Sengbian was appointed as the great Sima. Although he made great achievements in pacifying the Jiankang Rebellion, he acted a little timidly.Manzi couldn't tell how he felt in his heart, but he always felt that something big was going to happen.

Recently, a celebrity came to Jiankang City, Chen Qian, the nephew of General Chen Baxian, who was the prefect of Wu Xing at the time.Manzi has heard of this man many times, and it is said that he is capable of writing and martial arts. , who was calm, alert and courageous when he was young, and with his outstanding appearance, he was very popular with Chen Baxian. He is a rare young talent among Jiangdong's disciples today.

Manzi didn't know why, but couldn't help comparing himself with that person, only after this comparison did he realize that he was worthless.

God is never fair, but Manzi has always believed that the ability to struggle in adversity is more important than birth.This is even more true in troubled times, such as Cao Qingping, such as Liu Haoyu.

The barbarian who suffered from the wind and cold a few days ago has been lying at home for nearly five days.Illnesses come and go like a mountain, and sicknesses go like a whirlwind. A small wind and cold can knock me down. This body is really bad.However, I heard that Chen Qian's army will leave Jiankang today, passing through Kuaiji on the way, and Chen Qian's words can carry the people who want to travel with the army.

Manzi's eyes flickered slightly, wondering if he could go to Kuaiji with the army.It's been five years. I don't know if the Kuaiji has changed?Manzi didn't know what the vague anxieties in his heart were for. He clearly wanted to go south with Chen Qian's troops, but he was hesitant because of the inexplicable anxieties in his heart.

It was so white that I couldn't see anything clearly.Manzi ran wildly in the white mist, he shouted loudly, but no one responded, all he could see was the boundless white mist.Where, where is this, the barbarian clenched his fists and looked around defensively.All along, he has been like that rootless You Ping, with a heart that is always ups and downs and has no stability.He has nothing in this world, nothing.

"Man'er, man'er." You Yuan's voice was vicissitudes and eagerness.

Manzi's eyes widened, the voice...

"Dad!! Dad!! Where are you, Man'er is here, Man'er is here!!" Manzi waved his sleeves in a panic, eagerly searching for the voice.He saw it, he saw it! !Manzi couldn't help weeping with joy, his father's old face was full of smiles, and he opened his arms to him: "Maner, you are naughty again." Naughty, naughty? ?Manzi was taken aback for a moment, and at that moment, a dark figure passed by his side.

"Haha, Daddy, Manzi is very obedient. Look, Manzi has given Daddy a drink." The eight-year-old child happily threw himself into the old man's arms.

The father is kind and the son is filial, and the picture is so beautiful that it makes people intoxicated.

The scene changed suddenly.

Blood and fire filled the village, what a familiar scene, I will never forget it in my life.The barbarian rushed into the village like crazy, he wanted to save Daddy, save Daddy! !But it was too late.Those eyes full of kindness stared blankly at the still blue sky, and the arms that had hugged him and beat him drooped feebly and gradually became cold. "Don't, don't..." Manzi knelt on the ground, opened his mouth and shouted silently, his throat seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't make a sound.

Silent and hopeless.

When Manzi woke up from his nightmare, the sky was already pale.Manzi's face was covered with cold sweat, he sat there quietly, and it took him a long time to say "Father..."

Seeming to have thought of something, Man Zihuo got up from the bed, jumped down, picked up a package, stuffed some silver taels of dry food in a hurry, and rushed out of the room with a cowhide jug of water on his back.

There are so many people, but they are orderly and have a clear division of labor. "who?!"

"My lord, the villain requests to go south with the prefect to return home."

The person who asked the question was stunned for a moment when he saw Manzi turn around, but he was embarrassed and regretful when he heard Manzi's words: "We are leaving soon, now...you are a bit late." Manzi said anxiously: " Sir, can you be accommodating?" The man shook his head in embarrassment.

"What's going on over there?"

A muffled voice came from behind.Hearing the question, the troubled man just knelt down and replied: "My lord, this man went south with the army, but the time has passed."

At the same time, Manzi turned his head to look at the person who came, and he froze there.He didn't come back to his senses until the little soldier kneeling on the ground finished his report.

He has seen this person, and more than that.