Chang'an [Rebirth]

If it was Chai Zheng in the future, this wound would be forgotten in a blink of an eye. There was a more ferocious wound on her back, which was caused by a spear. When she was injured, a large piece of flesh was torn. The golden sore medicine could not stop the infection, and she had a high fever for dozens of days.

At that time, all the doctors who accompanied the army began to chisel the coffin with benevolence, trying to make Chai Zheng feel more comfortable after death. Even if her injury was rushed to the palace, it would not help. Dajing did not have such good medicinal materials and miracle doctors. , can snatch people from Hades.

However, Chai Zheng, just like the weeds growing in the wasteland, has roots that cannot be killed. Relying on the lack of everything in the barracks and the doctors who are better at treating horses than people, they survived.

Later, this layer of scars became her military exploits, and Chai Zheng even felt that her skin was several layers thicker, and if she turned her face over, she would be reincarnated as a thousand-year-old bastard in her next life.

She has always been very obsessed with reincarnation, as long as she is not a human being, dung beetles are fine.

But now Chai Zheng's pain is magnified ten times, and tears will flow when his nose twitches.

Everyone could see that the old man really wanted Chai Zheng to die, as long as his knife was slightly lowered by half an inch, the girl's head would droop and she would never be able to take it back.

Even Chai Zheng felt afraid——

It's not that she's afraid of death, anyway, she's born once and is familiar with the second time, and Chai Zheng is familiar with death once more. What she's afraid of is that the old man is really crazy, chopping herself up to make her feel uncomfortable, and then extending her claws to Ruan Linshuang, which can explain Ruan Linshuang Because of why he was frightened, he finally got seriously ill.

"Don't worry," the old man whispered in Chai Zheng's ear, "I've been divination for you all my life, all the forked roads started when you were 15 years old, and the only one I can see clearly, you have to live It was not until the year of the crown that I was sent to the guillotine... You will not die here, even if I really want to kill you."

"..." It's easy to say before, and Chai Zheng can understand it very well, but it's absurd to use it as an excuse to stab someone with a knife. Otherwise, the prisons will not be criminals but magic sticks. When they go to court, they will say "I If you do the math, his money today will definitely be lost, why don’t you help me”, or “I watch the stars at night, and he will die tomorrow, so I’ll prostitute his whole family first.”

And the old man also said that he really wanted to kill Chai Zheng, and whether he died or not depended on Chai Zheng's luck!

The old man gave a wry smile and continued, "I can't apologize to you in this situation, but please don't worry about it, my little prince. I hope you will take care of me in the future. He is a very good prince and will be a very good one." Kings."

Chai Zheng's heart was trampled by the horse's hoof, and she immediately understood the subtext of the old man's words.

Only those who go to death resolutely will say the words of dying alone!Wu Hengluo begged to live for the prince, but begged to die for himself!

Sure enough, the blood-stained knife in front of Chai Zheng swung it again, and when it pierced her heart, it became limp and weak. On Chai Zheng.

There was a very thin knife nailed to the old man's throat, the blade trembled slightly, and was stained crimson by the continuous gushing blood.

The direction where the old man fell was facing the head of the bed, and his blood flowed to a slightly low-lying place like a river, forming a ring-shaped vast ocean around Ruan Linshuang. The pupils were facing her, and the torn throat made the old man speechless, but his mouth shape said, "Don't be afraid."

"...Life and death have their own time."

The high priest of the Musang Kingdom, since he was honored at the age of ten, has seen clearly his lackluster life.

Others can still have a friend in a high-walled and deep courtyard, raising a dog or a cat. Wu Hengluo also tried it when he was young and vigorous. He ran out of the middle of the night just to listen to what the king said about the colorful world outside.

When they got close, Wu Hengluo would have a dream, dreaming that the king was shot to death by an arrow, in the dream he was distraught, but when he woke up, he was inexplicably nervous, so he taught himself to stalk him, and the king squatted at him. If he wanted to knock on the door next to him, he had to respond after knocking three times, otherwise he would rush in to rescue her; sleeping with the concubine, he would call friends and move a stool beside him to correct his posture.

However, what he saw couldn't help him. The king died of an arrow wound at the age of 28.

This was the first time that Wu Hengluo recognized the indifference of the oracle, and then it was the third, fourth, fifth... hundreds of times, his life was too long, and the long growth planted at the gate of the priest's courtyard It took Qingbai a round of exhaustion before he met this little prince...

The old man was afraid that Ruan Linshuang would be frightened by his appearance after death, so he turned over with the last of his strength, his eyes stopped on the roof, the cool wind mixed with water vapor blew in his nostrils, the candles flickering on the table were like a In the warm sun, the old man could no longer hear what the little prince was shouting, but he still remembered that when the little prince first met him at the age of six, he was holding a bundle of sacrificial rites from the palace in his hand, and the child raised his head and stood on tiptoe. Feet, tugging at the hair that fell down.

At that time, the little prince said, "Are you tired?"

"Your hair is all white, so you must have lived a long, long time," the little prince looked serious, "I am only six years old, and I already find it difficult to study, drink medicine, and please my father. You must be very tired at such an old age." Bar?"

The little prince motioned him to lower his head, and lightly touched the top of the old priest's head, "I hope you can be happier, so that every time I come to you to give you something, I will be happier in my heart."

The dying old man thought to himself, "Everything in this world has a price, I hope the little prince can live well."

"In fact, God has treated me well. When I was young, I had a considerate and tolerant friend, when I was middle-aged, I had a congenial wife, and when I was old, I had a stubborn daughter and a confidant who forgets the age. It is always enough... But I think, If you go here, you won’t be reincarnated.”

I am too tired, and my work in this life is worth two or three lives of others. It is better to be a dead person and sleep forever.

"Old man." Chai Zheng is not afraid of the red blood at all, she has been bathed in it for half her life, even if her stature shrinks and her strength weakens, it will not affect her. She is the closest to the old priest and can talk to each other.

She said, "Let's go, don't hold on anymore, I will take good care of the little prince for you, if I can live a long life, he can at least live to 99."

Chai Zheng's voice was still soft and light, but the old man noticed something from these few words...

The exhausted man swallowed his last breath, but within an instant, his blood-red pupils slowly spread, and finally there was no light in them.

The little prince wanted to rush over, but was stopped by Chai Yuandao. The ghost-masked man's shoulders were stretched straight, and the hand holding the weapon was a little blue from the force.

The ghost-masked man sneered, but he was a little guilty when he spoke, "Why, the dignified Chai Guogong also wants to go back on his word and interfere in the affairs of my Musang country?"

"Oh, my daughter who has been reincarnated into trouble." Chai Yuandao shook his head and sighed, very helpless, "If you don't know my identity, if the high priest of Mu Sang Kingdom was not killed by Lin Lang, we have nothing to do with it We can’t control it, but unfortunately now, we can’t control it.”

Mu Sang has objections to the abolished prince in the country, and most of the veterans still have a heart of compassion. Many of them have been replaced by King Keqin, but after all, the rebels have an unstable foundation and cannot be united in a short time.

As for the High Priest—

He is the belief of the people and the living god of the Musang Kingdom. Even if King Keqin has found a substitute, he still has a glimmer of hope that he can welcome the high priest back and be his silent puppet.

However, now that the high priest was killed by Zhao Linlang, if an assassin fled back to Mu Sang's country and passed the news to King Keqin, he could use this to intensify the conflict, and a conflict between Mu Sang and Dajing would be inevitable.

People like Chai Yuandao and Chai Zheng who led troops all the time realized instantly that they had been caught in a trap, and all the assassins in the inn today would never leave alive.

"The old man is really cruel." Chai Zheng thought, "There is no bargaining chip, only one life left, and you can still use it like this."

Since the ghost-faced man can be the leader, his reaction is extremely fast. In a blink of an eye, the ring in her hand swept down the only light source in the house, and the lantern fell to the ground, splashing a few stars.

Chai Zheng shrank his head, said "Amitabha" in his heart, and hid his head under the old man's body.

When the supplies in the army were so scarce that people and gods were angry, Chai Zheng even led people to strip off the armor and cotton clothes of the dead. Her brothers who lived and died together did not have a decent set of clothes when they were buried.

Chai Zheng is not afraid of the dead, let alone the debts of the dead. What she fears is that she will die young, and some promises cannot be kept, and some justice cannot be recovered.

The moment the lights went out, the layout of the room changed dramatically.

The ghost-masked man rushed straight to the window, and Zhao Linlang flew out after him. The old man's body trembled, and the thin knife nailed to his throat was pulled out again. Zhao Linlang only said "I'll chase after him", and then disappeared into the rain .

The four members of Chai Zheng's family never miss each other.

For example, now that his sister is missing, Chai Ji is still nestling at home, reading his books that can kill people when they fall down; Under the corpse, no one came to search for it, which overestimated the self-help ability of the two-year-old doll.

Chai Zheng waited for a while, judging from the messy sounds around her, even if an ant like her slashed someone's ankle with a mop knife, it would not attract attention, not to mention that the two-year-old Chai Zheng was quite self-aware and would not really drag a knife Knock people.

She stretched her limbs, moved around, and moved under the bed again, where her little Ruan was still waiting.

Chai Zheng has never had anything special to worry about. Her family members take care of themselves, and they can help others. Only Ruan Linshuang... Chai Zheng knows that her little Ruan is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, but unfortunately she can't suppress it.

Ruan Linshuang happened to be crawling out too, and the two collided in the middle. Although Chai Zheng was young, his skull was made of iron. Ruan Linshuang felt that he had been hit by a big hammer, and his eyes turned black.

"Are you okay, are you okay?" Chai Zheng hurriedly held Ruan Linshuang's face, Ruan Linshuang already had a fever and his face was flushed.

"...So I brought this scare?" Chai Zheng found that time is really interesting. No matter how you avoid it, some things are bound to happen.

"The old man is dead." Ruan Linshuang said in a nasal voice. She didn't know whether it was because of the cold or just cried, "The old man is actually a good person."

Chai Zheng pressed her forehead against her, and didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only give a soft "um".

This is not the first dead person Xiao Ruan has seen with her own eyes, but it is the first good person who treated them well before dying.

When there is no emotion, seeing someone die is just a bystander, sighing a pity, but with emotion, having participated in a part of his life, knowing his temper, why he is happy and why he is sad, things are different.

Ruan Linshuang muttered again, "I actually saw the old man in the book."

"Really, he's old enough to be included in the book?" Chai Zheng knew that Ruan Linshuang was talking nonsense, and his brain was already burnt out, so he didn't pretend to be a child who couldn't speak well.

Ruan Linshuang was amused by Chai Zheng, "There is a book called "The Record of Strange People". Not only the old man, but even Chai Guogong are on the list, but the book was written very early, and most of them only recorded their youthful events."

"Then I'd like to come and have a look." Chai Zheng smiled, "I thought my father was born in his thirties, and he had a big face and liked to fight with people."