After the crazy criticism of the prince ascending the throne, I can't escape

In the heart of Emperor Longhui.

Even if he seldom sees Xiao Qi, the existence of this son is different from other princes and princesses after all.

and so.

A person who is valued by Xiaoqi.

He is also willing to give three points of attention.

A maid in the palace deserves to be treated like this by a dignified prince.

Now that this step has been achieved, there is still something that Emperor Longhui doesn't understand.

Xiao Qi wanted to praise that little maid.

Its purpose is to keep people around.

And give credits.

As for what step the little maid can do, it depends on her own ability.

**
slave city.

A girl about twelve or thirteen years old, dressed in rough sackcloth, walked into the room.

There was an uncontrollable coughing sound from inside.

"Auntie..."

Xing'er stepped forward and poured her a glass of water.

The woman on the couch was haggard and sallow.

His cheeks were unnaturally red.

"Are you grabbing something again?" The middle-aged woman asked unsteadily.

Xing'er nodded with a cold face.

"Don't worry, Ma'am, I have hidden a little bit, enough for us to eat for a while."

The sickly woman looked reluctantly at her daughter in front of her.

She understands her illness, which cannot be cured.

Living now is a drag on my daughter.

"Myolie, Master Hong has taken a fancy to you, you go."

Lord Hong is an old widower in Nuer City.

I heard that when I was young, I traveled all over the world and had a lot of knowledge.

Her daughter is as strong as a man, and she was seen by Master Hong by chance.

For convenience, he wants to accept Myolie as a disciple.

Taking into account her body, Myolie refused.

But now, she doesn't want to drag her daughter down.

"Don't think too much, Mom, I don't want to go."

Xing'er said: "It's getting late, I'm going to prepare meals, Mommy, please sleep a little longer."

The sickly woman lay down, watching the back of her daughter leaving, her eyes were wet.

Nuer City once belonged to Dazhao.

It is one of the seven cities in North County.

Once upon a time, this place was not called Nuer City, but Broken Wind City.

It fell into the hands of the barbarians and took such a name.

The people in the seven cities of Beijun are slaves in the eyes of the barbarians.

They came here at every turn to burn, kill and loot, just like locusts crossing the border.

Later, the seven cities of Beijun were given to Beili, and these ordinary people were still under guard.

The surrounding officials and bandits also come to loot supplies every three days.

During the war, men drove like livestock, regardless of the elderly and children.

As long as you can run and jump, you can't escape the fate of going to the battlefield.

And any woman with a bit of beauty is even more unprotected.

The people of Qicheng have lived in dire straits in the past few decades.

The next morning.

Xing'er habitually came to take care of her mother to wash up.

After entering the door, everyone was stunned.

Her mother was hanging high above the beams of the house.

"Ah, ah..."

Xing'er opened her mouth, but she seemed to be grabbed by the neck, unable to make a sound.

I don't know how long it took before she rushed forward in three steps and two steps.

"Auntie, Auntie..."

Xing'er tremblingly hugged her mother down.

Touching her icy body, I was stunned.

So much so that I couldn't even shed tears.

She has father and brother.

It's just that the father and brother died on the battlefield in the battle last year.

A copper plate of pension silver can not be seen.

Mother's health is not good.

Hearing the news of the death of his father and brother, he immediately fell ill.

now.

The sky is big and the earth is big, it seems that she is the only one left.

Myolie is gone.

Neighbors helped with the simple handling of the funeral.

"Figured out?"

A certain courtyard in Nuer City.

Master Hong quietly looked at the little girl in front of him.

His face was expressionless and his eyes were dull.

Especially like the walking dead.

Xing'er clenched her fists tightly.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "I figured it out."

"Pfft!"

Xing'er fell to her knees.

He kowtowed to Master Hong with a "kuangkuang".

After a few kowtows, my head turned red.

After a few more kowtows, blood oozes out.

He knocked his head down again, and his forehead touched something soft.

Master Hong put his palm under her forehead.

Help people up.

"Since you kowtow, I will accept you."

Master Hong said: "I will leave all the household chores to you in the future."

Myolie nodded.

It's just chores. She has great strength and is used to doing them at home.

"Your strength is much greater than that of men."

Lord Hong brought the man to the main hall.

"It just so happens that I know some boxing skills, and my style is more domineering, which is very suitable for you."

"From then on, you are my successor."

Xing'er knelt down again.

"Master!"

Master Hong nodded, "You should rest well today, and we will start tomorrow."

This night, Xing'er almost survived with her eyes open.

Master Hong got up and saw that the courtyard was cleaned very cleanly.

The firewood in the corner is chopped.

The water tank is filled with water.

Xing'er came out with the meal. "Master, it's meal time."

Her ability to act exceeded Master Hong's expectations.

While eating, Master Hong looked at her.

"Why do you want to learn martial arts?"

Xing'er pursed her lips.

"In order not to drag me down, my mother hanged herself on the beam a few days ago."

"Master, I want to kill all the officials and bandits who oppress the people."

"They don't care about the death of our common people, and I don't want to watch them live happily."

Feel the killing intent emanating from her body.

For a moment, Master Hong didn't know what to say.

"It's like this all over the world."

Master Hong sighed: "They can turn a blind eye to the suffering in front of them, let alone the life and death of ordinary people."

The master and apprentice had meals.

Master Hong took her to a room.

There are more than a dozen weapons in it.

"Try it!"

Lord Hong said.

Xing'er stepped forward and looked at these weapons.

First pick up a sword.

Two waves, set aside.

After some choices.

Master Hong was a little undecided.

"you sure?"

Master Hong looked at the long spear in the little girl's hand, feeling a little complicated.

This lance was about three meters long and belonged to heavy weapons.

It also suits this girl.

After all, her strength is about two or three times that of an adult man.

Xing'er thought it was pretty good at first.

However, looking at Master's eyes, he was a little uncertain.

She hesitated, and chose the two big hammers next to her.

Master Hong: "..."

He breathed out lightly and said, "What do you mean?"

Xing'er turned the two weapons upside down respectively.

Said: "Master, I choose this."

She wielded the two big hammers in her hand.

More weight than a lance.

It feels safe to hold in hand.

Master Hong: "It's up to you!"

Xing'er is learning martial arts, and she is willing to work hard.

Practicing almost to death.

On the way, Master Hong wanted to teach her calligraphy.

It was found that this girl was not enlightened at all, but she had been taught her name for half a month.

Master Hong had mixed feelings.

He wanted to train this girl to become a general.

In the end, she explained that she was using troops to plan a plan, and she had no talent.

In this way, she can only become a sharp weapon, a tool held in the hands of others.

Tell Xing'er some preset future.

She was silent for a long time.

Said: "Master, I don't care, as long as I can kill these beasts, I can."

She hates it.

Hate those officials, why do they treat the people of Nuer City like this.

They already had a hard time living.

Don't expect those dog officials to treat them kindly, at least don't come to burn, kill and plunder.

Little Chestnut: Sister Hammer.

Myolie: General, I am older than you.

Little Chestnut: ...