I still remember the king's heart

"Hey, have you heard that Jiangnan Sang's family was wiped out overnight, and more than 100 people in the whole family died cleanly, not even a baby in swaddle?" , chatting about this sensational case in the chat is full of sympathy.

Who doesn't know that Jiangnan Sang's family is a well-known wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River. Although they are wealthy, they often open warehouses to donate food. Tens of thousands of people are waiting for the Sang family's food to save their lives. When it comes to the Sang family, who doesn't give a thumbs up and praise that a gentleman loves money, gets it in a proper way, helps the poor with the rich, and has a heart for the common people.

"That's right, the government hasn't solved the case until now. You said that a kind family like the Sang family will provoke some enemies and deal with such a cruel hand."

There was another burst of saliva, and the discussion was lively. They were only concerned about this gossip, not the 110 members of the Sang family who were killed or injured.

Sitting in the corner is the man in green shirt, with a hat on his head, his face cannot be seen clearly, he can be judged from his figure as a young man, with an ancient sword slung across his back, and a slender and fair wrist stretched out to drink tea and hold the teacup. Inadvertently, a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Xiao Er, pay the bill." Su Ming put down a piece of silver and got up, his voice was like pearls falling on a jade plate, with a deep and melodious voice that made it difficult to distinguish between men and women.

"Hey...Guest officer, I need your money..." Xiaoer chased out of the teahouse, and the man had already stepped into the rain curtain with an umbrella, and walked further and further away with his green shirt untied.

Xiao Er shook his head, and went back to the teahouse, "What a weird person... It's a big deal, I don't even want any money"

Sleeping in the open air all the way, when Su Ming returned to Shengjing, it was already the eighth day of February, which is a good time for spring flowers to bloom, but she was not in the mood to enjoy the flowers and was too late to unsaddle and get off the horse, so she was quietly summoned into the mansion by King Qi.

Kneeling on one knee on the cold marble floor, she heard her own voice that was indifferent and unwavering: "My lord, the matter is done, and there will be no more Sang family in this world."

The fifth prince, Nalan Rongchu, is a handsome young man, dressed in white and elegant, he stepped forward to help her up, and slightly supported her, "You did a good job this time, and you really didn't disappoint me. Decades of cultivation by the king”

Su Ming took a step back, lowered his eyelids, his expression was cold and respectful, "Thank you, my lord, for your compliment"

Rong Chu nodded, with admiration in his eyes. Ten years ago, he brought his life on the street back to his mansion, with the intention of teaching her piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and poetry, so that she could send her to the palace in the future, and also blow the pillow wind. Unexpectedly, this child knelt down in front of him and kowtowed deeply, "I don't want to live in a deep palace and be controlled by others. His Highness must not lack beautiful women. What His Highness lacks is..."

She looked up, and the murderous look in the young child's eyes also shocked him, "a sharp weapon for murder"

Now that ten years have passed, this knife is really well polished.

"Go down and rest first, it's been hard work this time." Rong Chu looked at her busy and dusty, and waved his hand, "Tell your brothers, the rumors in the court are tight, don't show your feet."

"Yes" Su Ming bowed his hands and saluted, and disappeared into the night as quietly as when he came.

Lin'an in the south of the Yangtze River, the first rain has not stopped.

The dirty little girl hid behind the tea shed and looked eagerly at the shop selling buns not far in front, swallowing secretly, she touched her stomach, she hadn't eaten for three days...

The little girl looked around, the street was full of people, no one would pay attention to a homeless little beggar, her mother said before that you can't steal other people's things, but... the girl's eyes were filled with tears , My daughter is really hungry and misses you so much.

She thought of the flames that filled the sky that night, and those eyes that were as clear as cold stars. The gesture of the man wielding the knife was indifferent and ruthless. All men perish in purgatory.

It was just a child playing around and hiding in the curtain, but it became a chance to save lives. Sang Yu covered her mouth and cried, fearing that if she made a sound, she would become the soul of that man's sword. Although she hated the Sang family for forcing her mother to death, she never She thought about letting them die so miserably, so she slowly crawled out of the curtain after all the dust settled.

After wading through the bloody ground, she touched the nurse who took care of her. The nurse's eyes were wide open, her face was full of horror, and she was dying. She screamed, tears streaming down her face, got up and ran out of Sang's house. Also ran to her unknown destiny.

Sang Yu closed her eyes and didn't dare to think about it again. After that, she almost had nightmares every night, and a burst of sweet smell came to her nostrils again. She swallowed, and the most important thing to do was to fill her stomach first. The two buns ran away.

There was a burst of shouting from behind, and the sound of tables and chairs being overturned. Xiaoer reacted and hurriedly picked up a stick and chased after him, "Where is the little beggar stealing food, let me see if I don't beat you to death!"

Sang Yu just ran desperately, and the smell of blood filled his throat. After all, he hadn't eaten for three days, and how could he run like an adult? He was knocked down to the ground after a while.

She hugged her head tightly and fell into the mud, holding on to the buns tightly, stuffing them into her mouth while receiving the punches, kicks and sticks from the crowd.

"Hit, beat me to death. If you don't learn well at a young age, it will be a disaster when you grow up!"

Xiao Er cursed, then raised the stick and hit Sang Yu's ribs several times, Sang Yu let out a muffled snort, spit out the buns in her mouth, coughed softly, and tears flowed down her cheeks silently .

"Stop it, I'll pay for her steamed stuffed bun." The person who spoke was a handsome young man, bookish all over, and although he was clothed in ordinary clothes, he had an upright face.

Only then did Xiaoer stop, took the copper coin handed over by the young man, and snorted a few times, "You are lucky, otherwise I will beat you to death." Then he spat on her, "Little beggar! "

The boy gently helped her up, "Are you okay?"

Sang Yu lowered her head and said nothing, still holding the remaining half of the steamed stuffed bun tightly in her hands. The young man looked at it and took out a sesame seed cake from his carry-on bag with a grim expression on his face, "I only have this. you eat"

Sang Yu was really hungry, she didn't refuse his kindness, took it over and devoured it in big mouthfuls, the young man showed pity, "Where do you live, I'll take you back home"

Sang Yu was taken aback, then shook her head, "I don't have a home...my family is gone"

The boy patted her head and looked at the child carefully. There was a pair of clear eyes on the dirty face. He behaved politely and didn't cry when he was beaten. He must have been a good tutor before. My child, in today's world...

He sighed slightly, "My family is not rich. My mother has always liked her daughter, but she never got her. Would you like to follow me home?"

Sang Yu's eyes lit up, then dimmed again, "Is it really possible..."

The young man nodded, "Of course, a gentleman takes it as his own responsibility to help those in need. What's more, it's hard to chase after a word. If you find a better place in the future, you can also leave."

Sang Yu looked up at this pale and frail young man, his brows and eyes were open and bright, and there was obvious concern in his eyes instead of the contempt, disdain, disgust, or even calculation that he had seen so much these days.

Sang Yu nodded slightly.

The author has something to say:

The new pit is slow, and I will not write that the protagonist fell in love with you at first sight at first sight. The important thing is the mental journey of the two people who have known each other bit by bit, so I rolled all over the floor asking for support, encouragement, and comments. I am very happy to communicate with readers every day. . . .Today is a temporary update, because I have worn Hanfu for a day in the game, and my waist is about to be strangled! ! !The baby in the winter is going to bed to warm up the code words and save more manuscripts!Well, good night, everyone who reads the article!