Cannon fodder beauty master awakens

About ten days ago, Pei Xiangyun was still a child with a family.

Although his father is a Han Chinese, he has excellent medical skills in rejuvenation. Many people from Uzbekistan came to him for consultation, so the income is not bad, enough for the daily food and clothing expenses of the two of them.

But the new monarch, his half-brother, really hated all Han people.

As soon as he took the throne, he promulgated a new decree, bluntly saying that all Han people in the city of Uz should not eat and live with Uz people, let alone have workshops or shops to recruit Han people.

The extreme Uz people who supported the idea of ​​the monarch came late at night with knives, guns and sticks and smashed the small hospital in his house. In the cold winter, his father had to take him to the streets, and he could only rely on cannibalism. Soup for hunger.

Father was a literati back then, and now he was in such a humiliating situation, he was immediately filled with grief and indignation, and developed a high fever in the middle of the night.Pei Xiangyun knocked on the doors of each house behind his back, trying to get a cup of hot water.But those who have been cured by their father are afraid of implicating themselves and avoid it.

In the end, his father died in a heavy snow. Pei Xiangyun didn't even have time to bury him, so he was driven out directly.

He didn't know how long he had been walking in this boundless night snow, and finally exhausted the last bit of strength, barely found this shallow cave where he could get a little shelter from the wind, thinking that if he survived, he would live well tomorrow, if he couldn't... ...

Then die.

Anyway, he has no relatives in this world, let alone any concerns. In the ten years since he can remember, his father has always taught him to treat people with kindness, but he has never felt half of the kindness from others.

It was clearly not the fault of myself and my father, and the person sitting on the throne clearly had half the same blood as myself, so why did he have to treat himself like this, and treat other Han people who were begging for a living in the city of Wusi?

Pei Xiangyun was full of incomprehension and exhaustion, and finally couldn't stand it any longer. He closed his eyes and slowly fell into a coma or a deep sleep.He opened his eyes again after hearing the commotion, but suddenly there were a few more people watching around him.

Even though his body was so frozen that he couldn't even move his fingers, he still looked at the person in front of him vigilantly.

In case the other party intends to hurt him, he will use his last strength to die with them.

But to Pei Xiangyun's surprise, the weak-looking man approached him and said something to him in a gentle tone.

What are you talking about?

Pei Xiangyun subconsciously leaned forward, trying to hear what the man said, but he still couldn't understand.

The man had exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and a pair of beautiful eyes reflected the color of snow, without the contempt and contempt of others when he lived in the village.

He couldn't help but want to get close to the other person, but when the person reached out his hand, he slapped the back of his hand reflexively.

That hand was a little thin, the phalanges protruded slightly, and there were light blue blood vessels faintly exposed on the back of the hand, but now there was a red mark because of his slap.

Pei Xiangyun was a little flustered for no reason, and looked up at him, only to see a man standing behind him with a saber suddenly unsheathed from his waist, with a murderous look on his face.

Are you going to kill him?

That's okay, anyway, his life is meaningless.

He was about to close his eyes and wait for death's verdict on him, but he heard that the person who had been slapped by him seemed to raise his voice, telling the people behind him to withdraw the knife.

Then Pei Xiangyun heard his voice still gentle and firm: "Child, can you hear me?"

"Will you go back with me? How about giving you a new home?"

Pei Xiangyun only vaguely heard the word "go home".

go home?

He has no home.

But if he died in the wilderness like this, he was really not reconciled.

He wanted revenge, he wanted to pull down the elder brother who was sitting on the throne judging others, he wanted to bite off his throat like a mad wolf and drink his blood, maybe in this way he could end the hatred of killing his father in his heart.Then kill all those Uz people who repay virtue with hatred, and let them know what price they have to pay for doing wrong things——

Even if it's for hatred, you have to live.

The person who was born as good-looking as an exiled immortal didn't get his response for a long time, he seemed to sigh with some pity, and was about to stand up, but someone grabbed him firmly by the corner of his sleeve.

Pei Xiangyun exerted all his strength and grabbed his sleeve as if grabbing a life-saving straw. He moved his lips, but he couldn't say a word.

Jiang Yi shook his hands, and seeing him clutching his sleeves tightly, he knew that the child was probably willing to go back with him.

He carefully pulled the child out of the tree hole by wrapping his arms around the child's waist. After moving a few times, he heard a soft muffled groan.

"Does it hurt?"

Jiang Yi stopped and said to the people around him, "Move that stone away, it seems to have stuck his foot."

Pei Xiangyun looked at the white cloak he was wearing, and only dared to curl his hands in front of his chest, but he didn't dare to touch the man.

He looked down at the blood and mud on his hands, as if he was separated from that person by thousands of days.

I seem to be a little too dirty.

Before he could finish thinking, the other party pressed him into his arms.

A faint scent of ink rushed into his nostrils, making his heart flutter, and his face suddenly burned for some reason.

"I'm Jiang Yi," the man said softly, "What's your last name? Do you have a sign?"

Pei Xiangyun curled up in his arms in an awkward position, understood the word "Jiang" at the beginning, but didn't know which "Yi" it was.

"I......"

He opened his mouth, his lips and teeth were filled with the smell of blood, and his voice was very hoarse.

Jiang Yi didn't hear what he said, and leaned slightly, a strand of hair brushed against his cheek, which made his heart beat faster and faster for some reason.

"Dirty, dirty."

Pei Xiangyun whispered, "Don't hug me, I..."

Jiang Yi lowered his eyes, saw the black marks and blood stains on his cloak, and chuckled lightly: "It's okay, you can wash it when you go back. You have been frozen in the snow for so long, what if something bad happens?"

Holding Pei Xiangyun in his arms, he felt his limbs, which had been almost unconscious from the freezing just now, relieved a bit, and he could even hear people's words clearly.

The soldiers carefully helped him remove the stones and his ankle, which was nearly snapped off.Before Pei Xiangyun could struggle out of the man's arms, he was hugged straight away.

He involuntarily widened his eyes, completely unaware that this frail-looking man was quite strong.

Jiang Yi didn't know what was going on in the boy's mind, so he carried him onto the horse, protected him in front of him, and put the cloak on him as well.

Right now, Pei Xiangyun felt as if he was completely enveloped by the light ink fragrance, which made him involuntarily sniff, as if he was a little addicted to this fragrance that had nothing to do with vulgarity at all.

"Master Jiang, just now the two brothers found a pig behind the forest!" A soldier came running across the snow panting, with surprise in his eyes.

Jiang Yi nodded: "Very good, we will go back when they come to gather."

Pei Xiangyun moved his body uncomfortably, but his chin was covered with a hand.

"Don't move around, it's easy to fall."

Jiang Yi pinched his chin, looked at him for a long while, and suddenly smiled: "You kid, you look very fierce."

Pei Xiangyun didn't eat well every day, and his figure was much thinner than his peers. He was easily controlled by someone in his arms, and he could only stare at him with a pair of eyes.

But Jiang Yi didn't take his stare, which was not considered a threat at all, to heart. After the Yan soldiers drove a few pigs back to the team, he took the lead to go out of the forest.

They braved the wind and snow along the road back to the barracks. Pei Xiangyun was protected by someone in his arms, with a cloak covering his eyes, so he was not damaged by the wind and snow.

He was already tired and uncomfortable, but now he was sitting on the horseback and was warmed by someone in his arms, his eyes closed uncontrollably, his head suddenly fell back, and knocked against the person.

"Are you tired?"

Jiang Yi asked him softly: "Go to sleep if you're sleepy, we'll be there soon."

Pei Xiangyun's heart was always tense.

What happened in Wusi made him have to be vigilant to everyone he met, for fear that he would trust others and put his wealth and life in it.

Originally, he didn't want to fall asleep in front of strangers, revealing his weaknesses and weaknesses to others, but...

But it's too comfortable to be in someone else's arms like this.

Pei Xiangyun didn't know when was the last time he was hugged by someone like this, but he only remembered that he hadn't felt such straightforward concern for a long time, so he subconsciously relaxed the tight string, and obediently leaned against that person and fell asleep past.

He had a lot of dreams in recent days, most of them were bad things that he kept haunting, which made people feel restless in his sleep, and it took him a long time before he was willing to leave, which made him wake up from the dream directly, with cold sweat on his forehead.

Pei Xiangyun looked around and saw an unfamiliar tent.

The owner of the camp should be a meticulous and well-organized person. The books on the table are stacked neatly, and there is a half-written word next to it.

Although he didn't know a few big characters, he could still see that the calligraphy was very beautiful.

Pei Xiangyun sniffed, and the scent of ink that lingered around him before he fell asleep once again, as if wrapping him gently, making people feel drowsy again.

Weird.

When he was in Us, he slept intermittently every night, afraid that his father would die of illness in his dreams, and even more afraid that those people would come to the door again to beat and kick them.I thought I would never sleep peacefully again in this life, but why did I sleep long and peacefully in this strange place?

Or is this ink fragrance actually Mongolian sweat medicine?

Pei Xiangyun was thinking wildly in his mind, when he suddenly heard footsteps outside the tent.He suddenly closed his eyes and lay down, pretending to be still asleep.

A somewhat old voice sounded: "You bring him back like this, what if he is a spy of the enemy army?"

There was a slight "click" in his heart, and he suddenly felt a little uneasy for some reason.

If I guessed correctly, these people should be Han Chinese.

Will they tolerate someone of unknown origin like themselves?

Or...would they tolerate a person of mixed foreign blood?

Pei Xiangyun's palms were sweating, and he was holding his breath to listen to the old voice's sentence, but another young voice suddenly sounded: "But he is a child, General."

"He is clearly about to freeze to death, and he can't speak clearly. How can I ignore him?"

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