I'm too tired to be in the Shura field every day

In the thin and transparent voice of the prime minister, Bei Yu found the truth that he had always wanted to know.

It was the ninth year of the old calendar. In the golden palace, a sharp-mouthed young man stepped on Beiyu's shoulder. Beiyu screamed, and the blade under his thin shoulder was getting deeper.

"Just because you want to compete with me for the throne!" The same prince, Shu Wang not only has sly eyebrows, but also has an extremely high voice. He stepped on a 12-year-old Beiyu that looked like tender tofu, and uttered nonsense, "Father is dead, your mother is dead!" Thousands of miles away, this world belongs to me and my mother and concubine, and the country is my northern garrison! You have taken away the favor of the emperor since you were a child, and today I will return all my pain to you!!"

Bei Shu said, but the child's foot was firmly on the handle of the knife, and the tip of the knife that penetrated into the shoulder went straight to the bone. Bei Yu heard the salsa sound of cutting the bone, and was so painful that he almost passed out.

Bei Shu grinned grimly and said, "Bring me some quicklime."

The inner palace has fallen, and dozens of the most powerful guards and maids are all terrified. Someone brought quicklime tremblingly, Beishu grabbed Beiyu's small chin, and forced Beiyu to raise his head with the quicklime. I love your eyes, now that your father is dead, why do you still dare to keep these eyes to see the splendid country, let your eyes be buried with your father!"

After he finished speaking sharply, there was a yell at the door to stop, but the visitor was entangled by the guards, Bei Shu directly ignored the voice, poured the lime in his hand, and heard Bei Yu screaming in an extremely happy mood, and then He covered his painful eyes.

"Prince!"

An angry scream came from the door, and Bei Shu laughed loudly, like a blood-stained ghost, his face was so comfortable, what he saw was a heroic young major general, the feeling of being hated made him More fun, he picked up the lamp oil, "Stop!"

The boy's heavy disgust was almost screaming hoarsely. Seeing Beishu walking with lamp oil like a little prince, he not only wanted Beiyu to be blind, but also disfigured Beiyu. The prince's face represented the dignity of the country. No matter how legitimate the name is, he will not be able to inherit the throne.

"Bei Shu, if you dare to touch another hair on him today, I will drink your blood and kill your life in the future!" the young man said with red eyes.

Bei Shu grinned and said, "When I cook him and throw him into the mass grave, I hope you can recognize him from the pile of corpses!"

After he finished speaking, he grabbed Beiyu's shoulder. Beiyu screamed in pain and heard the sound of lamp oil squeaking beside his ear, "Beishu!" Turn over and pour the lamp oil on Beiyu.

"stop!!"

In the disgusted and terrified pupils, Beishu's lamp oil almost poured onto Beiyu's face, but a second before this irreversible situation, Beishu's body tilted, "Ah!" The whole person fell to the side like a ぐ symbol, and Bei Shu let out a howl like a pig. He covered his waist with his hands and collapsed on the floor in embarrassment. Next to his original position stood a young man in white with a sick face.

The boy who appeared out of nowhere gave Bei Shu a kick. He shouted: "What are you still doing standing there? Arrest this rebel who murdered me!"

Only then did the guards realize that there was a thick mural behind Bei Shu, and this child was so handsome that he was not like ordinary people. After hearing Bei Shu's words, they remembered their duty and wanted to arrest this fairy boy.

That fairy boy is the young Fuyue, but he doesn't know why he is here. He originally attended the palace banquet with his father, but because of his weakness, he was given a rest in the wing room. When he heard the sound, he came here and kicked reflexively when he saw someone was going to murder a little baby, but now he didn't know what he was going to do.

Before he could think clearly, he saw a group of guards attacking him ferociously, and he heard a sassy young man shouting at him, "Take the prince away quickly."

He had an intuition that the child was the one he was asked to take away, but they had never seen it before, but the situation was so urgent that he had no time to think, so he dodged to carry him back.

Chongyan saw the young man in white go to the rescue, trying his best to tangle with the guards, Beishu saw Beiyu being carried away and shouted loudly: "Catch them, don't let them go to the plank road to the north to meet the founding general!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked by Chong Yan, and the entire footprint was directly across Bei Shu's face. Beiyu fights for more time.

Fu Yue ran to the north with Beiyu on her back. Although he didn't know the person on his back, the structure diagram of this dynasty was implanted in his mind, which was exactly the same as his own world!

He learned from the domineering young man that it would be very beneficial to go north, so he headed all the way north, directly leading to the back mountain. If this world is the same as his world, then there is an official road leading to the border after crossing the mountain!

He was running fast in the woods, his feverish body burst out with unprecedented strength, the speed was so fast that he was surprised, and woke up Beiyu when he was jolting.

Beiyu's eyes were in severe pain. When Beishu was pouring lamp oil, he passed out from the pain. He didn't see who rescued him. When he woke up, he could only see the other party's white collar from his faint eyes. "You, who are you?" ..."

"Someone put something in your eyes, I'll take you to the north plank road."

"Plank road...Uncle!" Bei Yu was so excited that he lost consciousness again.

At the same time, Fu Yue heard the neighing of the horse, "Over there!"

Seeing this, Fu Yue gritted her teeth and moved forward even more.

But people are not as fast as horses, and the general behind him swung his scimitar and shouted to Fu Yue: "Boy, throw people down quickly, or I will let your head go."

Fu Yue turned into the woods.

"Hey, I don't know how to live or die! Drive!"

The general galloped into the woods, "Boy, you're dead!" The general aimed at Fu Yue's delicate head, and threw the scimitar away.

The scimitar turned more than a dozen times in the air, and the blade glowed with a cold poisonous light. The mass and inertia of the blade could easily kill trees with the thickness of two arms, let alone the head of an immature boy.

Just when the blade almost hit Fu Yue's head, he heard a crisp "Get down!"

Instinctively, Fu Yue got down on the ground and moved forward a few meters. The scimitar cut into a big tree above him, but when he looked back, he saw dozens of soldiers separated from the corpses of the generals just now. !

In the middle of the tree trunk three meters behind, a blood-colored silk thread collapsed straight, and a lot of blood on the silk thread was dripping warmly. The knife-gesturing hand was deviated from the forearm, and the fist part and half of the head fell off together.

Fu Yue hugged Bei Yu and almost retched.

Chong Yan, who came riding a steed, snatched Bei Yu into his arms, and the three of them rode their horses to go deeper into the mountain.

The plank road to the north must have been blocked by King Shu. It is not a good strategy to go there rashly at this time. The founding general will not arrive in the capital until tomorrow morning, and I want to let Fu Yue hand over the northern fish when the general comes to find it by himself.

Chongyan told Fu Yue this idea, and Fu Yue said, "What about you?"

Chong Yan said: "I want to go back to the palace again."

He said pouring out the tea seeds picked in the mountains.

Fu Yue opened her eyes wide: "What are you going back for?"

A look of hostility flashed in Zhong Yan's eyes, but he didn't speak.

Fu Yue smashed the green tea seeds, the tea seeds are oily, and a lot of oil and water can seep out when wrapped in cloth.

He picked up Beiyu, and Beiyu's eyes were red and swollen, almost to the point of blindness if he dragged on for a moment.

He wiped away the stains around Beiyu's eyes, during which Fuyue asked him: "Why did you treat him like this, can helping him give you a big reward?"

Chong Yan said, "He has already given me a great reward."

"He made me want to live," he said softly.

Fu Yue didn't understand, but she seemed to be infected by the state of heavy loathing, and her heart was unavoidably bitter, and at the same time, she looked at Bei Yu a few more times.

Bei Yu was tormented by the eye disease and twisted his body, and Chong Yan hugged him and coaxed him slowly.

Afterwards, Chong Yan put Beiyu on the flattened coat: "I'm leaving, you take care of him, the location here is hidden, I've already dealt with the traces around, tomorrow you go from the south, where the most beautiful place is along the creek. Safety."

Fu Yue helped Bei Yu put on his coat, and hummed.

Chong Yan had already left, Fu Yue couldn't help raising her voice and asked him: "What's your name?"

Chongyan turned around: "Chongyan."

"Chongyan..." Fu Yue read it again, and said to Chongyan, "I will tell him."

Chong Yan's eyes fluctuated, he nodded, and rode away.

After Chong Yan left, Fu Yue heard a hum on the ground. He returned to the ground, patted Bei Yu's chest, and felt Bei Yu grab his arm, "Who are you!"

With a crying voice, Bei Yu was anxious and eager to know who the person who broke into the palace gate to rescue him was.

He knew that someone broke in from the entrance of the palace to confront Bei Shu, and led him to gallop on a steed, but he didn't know who this person was who healed his eyes.

Fu Yue's throat tightened, but she didn't know whether to say it or not.

He still had the feeling of a dream, although the terrain of the palace was exactly the same as he remembered, but he didn't recognize any of the people who appeared.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Bei Yu asked in a slow voice, "Are you... about my age?"

"Six or seven years older than you." Fu Yue replied.

Bei Yu pursed his lips and smiled, closed his eyes and said, "I can tell, I saw the back of your neck, are you... wearing light-colored clothes?"

Fu Yue looked at her sleeve, it was already covered with dust, he said: "White. It's already dirty."

He took Beiyu to him and said, "You are hurt, go to sleep, I will send you back to your uncle tomorrow."

Bei Yu held onto Fu Yue's collar tightly, feeling nostalgic for the man who fought with the guards and rescued him, and he nestled deeply in Fu Yue's arms.

Here, King Shu is throwing a tantrum in his bedroom: "I didn't find any of them, they are all trash! Trash! Trash!!"

The teacup was thrown all over the ground by him. Without Beiyu's body, the ministers of the court and the central government would give up their support for him under the threat of the general Kaifeng, and even the tiger charm he stole would be invalid!

"Come here! Are you all dead? Come here!!"

He yelled for the palace servants to come to vent his anger on him, but he found that there was no sound around him. Such careless waiting aroused his anger even more. He drew out the gem-studded sword in his arms and said, "Everyone is a beast. I want to chop it up." You guys! Trash!"

He said to open the gate of the palace, but the moment he opened it, he stayed in place, and the sword fell to the ground, "This, this..."

In his horrified sight, the corpses of 36 palace guards fell to the ground, and a gust of wind passed by, and he saw the blood-stained youth stepping on him with bright eyes, and blood flowing from the blade in his hand.

"Help me!!"

Fu Yue woke up from the dream, and when she woke up, she found that the sky was bright in the morning, and the sound of military drums sounded in the mountains.

"Drums? It's the general!"

Last night, Chong Yan told him that the leather drum was the symbol of the general's marching, and the sound of the drum was peculiar and impossible to imitate, so he hurriedly took Beiyu to the side of the plank road.

Carrying Beiyu on his back, he turned over the hillside and came to the top of the highest mountain. Below is a winding waterway, and the marching team can already be seen.

"Here!" He didn't care about his manners, and waved his hands to signal.

Just as he was about to get in touch with General Kaifeng in the middle of the team, he suddenly heard a voice from the bushes nearby. He turned his head, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the half-headed general came to him dragging his seriously injured body.

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