Lord Quan teases Houmen's poisonous wife

Chapter 239 Mass Burial Mound, Little Beggar

"Father..."

Looking at King Jing'an's furious eyes, coupled with the suffocating feeling that her throat was about to be cut off, Yun Jingshu felt that half of her body had already stepped into the gate of hell, she desperately opened her mouth to want to Breathing, however, is of no use at all, her head is getting more and more dizzy, and her consciousness and pupils are slackening.

The last image that appeared in his mind was Su Xingye crawling and crawling on the soft mat, turning his head and smiling at her from time to time.

"Ye'er."

Yun Jingshu couldn't make a sound anymore, she just moved her mouth and stretched out her hand to pull that delicate and soft guy into her arms.

"Mother, mother, the child is hungry."

She seemed to hear that her son would call her, but she tried her best to hug him, but there was always such a distance. After all, she couldn't hold her last breath, and Yun Jingshu slowly closed her eyes.

"My lord, Mr. Xiang is asking to see you outside."

At the entrance of the dungeon, the servant's voice came.

All of King Jing'an's sanity was pulled back, and looking at Yun Jingshu again, she closed her eyes, her hands and feet, which had been struggling because of suffocation, were relaxed, and her face was already ashen.

"Jingshu, Jingshu..." King Jing'an was taken aback, fell back from his squatting body, and sat down on the wet ground.

17 years ago, he strangled Xiangyi to death like this. When he knew that she had betrayed him, his brutal desire to destroy the whole world continued to swell. In the end, he didn't destroy the whole world, but he destroyed the one who gave her the whole world. woman.

"My lord?" The servant who sent the message outside didn't know what King Jing'an was doing inside, but he was a little curious when he heard nothing for a while.

"Get out!" King Jing'an sat on the ground dejectedly, his face livid, and the veins on the back of his hands protruding. He didn't know whether he was regretting or something else in his heart at this moment, but he felt that his mind was in a mess, like a mess.

Especially when facing Yun Jingshu, who was already out of breath, that feeling of uneasiness surged up again.

No, he shouldn't have sympathy for this evil, she is an evil, and so is her son, she is the same as her biological mother, shameless, serving others with color.

Standing up slowly, he tidied up his robes, and then returned to the slightly overweight middle-aged handsome man King Jing'an, turned around and walked out.

This dungeon was prepared by King Jing'an for his servants who made mistakes. It was not guarded by jailers at all times like the cells in the yamen, so as long as no one was locked in, it would be pitch black and nothing could be seen inside.

With the lantern on, King Jing'an walked away step by step on the somewhat slippery ground, leaving behind only a blackness beyond reach and Yun Jingshu in the darkness.

When he walked to the door, all the emotions on his face had subsided, and King Jing'an looked at the servant who sent the message, "You said, Yi Zhuoming is here?"

"Yes." The servant said respectfully: "The Prime Minister said that he has something important to ask the lord."

The muscles on King Jing'an's face twitched violently. It has been 17 years since Chu Xiangyi's death, and he and Yi Zhuoming have never been in touch again. Everyone knows that the two of them are deadly enemies, whether it is public or private, they are incompatible.

Unexpectedly, 17 years later, Yi Zhuoming would come to him on his own initiative?This is so fresh.

King Jing'an sneered, and ordered his servant, "Wrap Yun Jingshu in a straw mat and throw her into the mass grave."

The servant was shocked, "My lord, the princess..."

"Sudden death." The Jing'an Dynasty walked forward and only put down four words.

The servant didn't dare to talk anymore, and hurriedly found someone to wrap Yun Jingshu in a straw mat and carry her out the back door to the mass grave according to King Jing'an's order.

When King Jing'an came to the front yard, he saw Yi Zhuoming standing in the garden with his hands behind his back, as if admiring the koi in the lotus pond.

King Jing'an coughed heavily.

Yi Zhuoming turned around upon hearing the sound, saw King Jing'an's unattractive expression, raised his eyebrows, "Isn't your lord planning to invite the old minister in?"

"Hmph!" King Jing'an sneered, "Prime Minister Yi thinks too highly of himself, not everyone can come in and out of this prince's mansion casually."

Yi Zhuoming knew that King Jing'an was still concerned about Chu Xiangyi's matter. In fact, he didn't want to do that to cause King Jing'an to misunderstand, but if he didn't follow his plan, how could Emperor Zhaowu let them go, "My lord Do you want to hear the old minister tell a story?"

King Jing'an was very restless at the moment, he didn't have any free time to listen to Yi Zhuoming's storytelling, he rolled his eyes, "I'm not interested, please get out."

Yi Zhuoming frowned, "My lord!"

"Yi Zhuoming, don't think that this king is easy to bully. I lost you once 17 years ago. It was because this king regarded you as a brother and never suspected you, so I was caught off guard. But 17 years later, this king will never let you down again." You have returned once, now let you go, that is my politeness, if you still want to rely on it, don't blame me for being cruel!"

That incident has been a knot in Yi Zhuoming's heart for 17 years. Now when he faces King Jing'an, he can understand him very well. The current King Jing'an should say everything, but, "I know You hate me, but no matter how much you hate me, you can't put all the blame on that child, she is innocent."

It's okay if you don't mention it, but if you mention it, King Jing'an will blow his hair and dig Yi Zhuoming with his fingers, "So you came here today because of that scoundrel?" He took away his wife for several years, but now he has no face to come to him, as expected, it is because of that little bastard.

"My lord, there may be some misunderstanding between us."

"Misunderstanding?" It's a ridiculous joke, "This prince saw you secretly having a tryst in private, is that also a misunderstanding?"

"Yes." Yi Zhuoming took a deep breath and nodded.

King Jing'an laughed suddenly. In that laughter, hatred and sadness were intertwined, which made people feel stuck, "Come here! Get Prime Minister Yi out!"

With Yi Zhuoming, he has nothing to say.

"My lord!" Yi Zhuoming looked at Wang Jing'an's back, and had no choice but to shout, "I just don't want you to regret like me for the rest of my life!"

King Jing'an stopped eagerly and turned around, "What do you mean?"

"Can the prince let the old minister go first?"

King Jing'an looked at him impatiently, "If you don't say anything, I will have someone throw you out!"

Yi Zhuoming hesitated for a moment, "The old minister just thinks that those words are not suitable for irrelevant people to hear."

King Jing'an waved his hand, signaling the two guards who detained Yi Zhuoming to retreat.

"Is it possible to say it now?" King Jing'an walked over with his hands behind his back, looking at Yi Zhuoming with hatred in his eyes, wishing he could tear him apart.

"My lord, please believe that Princess Rongning is your own daughter."

King Jing'an thought of the so-called "daughter" who was strangled to death by his own hands in the dungeon, and his lips trembled, "Go ahead." He wants to see what new tricks this old fox Yi Zhuoming can show in front of him today. Come.

"I'm very sorry that I was bumped into by the prince during the private meeting with the late concubine."

"So after all, the two of you still did that shady business, didn't you?" At the end, King Jing'an's violent temper came up again, and he grabbed Yi Zhuoming by the collar tightly, and the fist on the back of his hand The veins seemed to burst out.

"No." Despite being out of breath by King Jing'an's actions, Yi Zhuoming tried his best to keep calm. He knew King Jing'an too well. The former concubine Chu Xiangyi was King Jing'an's weakness. Since that person After death, if anyone dares to mention one more sentence, King Jing'an will immediately act too radically. Today, he completely tore open the wound that had just scabbed on King Jing'an again. It is not easy to endure the outbreak until now.

"That's what the old minister deliberately let the prince see."

"Fart!" King Jing'an swears directly, and punches Yi Zhuoming hard on the cheekbone.

Yi Zhuoming didn't stand still and fell to the ground. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and got up again with firm eyes, "Whether the prince believes it or not, in short, the purpose of my visit today is to get rid of the Tell the truth clearly. You always thought that the former princess had an affair with the veteran, but in fact, it was the prince's elder brother, Emperor Cheng Xiao, who really had the affair with the former princess."

"Yi Zhuoming!" King Jing'an's eyes spit fire, "If you dare to slander the late emperor and concubine, believe it or not, I will kill you!"

At this time, King Jing'an has gone mad, no matter what kind of behavior he does, it is normal, and Yi Zhuoming also believes that he can do what he says and kill himself directly, "Have you ever heard of the old minister's words, my lord?" How did the original wife die?"

King Jing'an didn't know why he suddenly involved Tai Zhiyun, but his expression softened obviously.

"Everyone knows that she was chronically poisoned, so she couldn't hold on after giving birth, so she just went away." On that night in Shanglinyuan more than 20 years ago, Yi Zhuoming was injured every time he recalled it. No less than anyone else, "But who knows, I put the poison on her body."

King Jing'an was startled, and looked at Yi Zhuoming in disbelief.

"The old minister gave his wife chronic poison for a year." Yi Zhuoming said with a wry smile: "One year later, she really died. When she died, she told me that in fact, she always knew that I gave her Poisoned, but when I bring her food every day, knowing that it is poisonous, she still eats happily, because she said that only in this way can she feel better." The face showed the vicissitudes of thousands of sails, "I If I knew that she had noticed my intention early in the morning, if I knew that she knew everything in her heart, I would definitely not poison her, but unfortunately, she and I are destined not to be a married couple in this life."

King Jing'an was confused when he heard that, "You killed your first wife because of Chu Xiangyi?"

"No." Yi Zhuoming shook his head, "The old minister killed her because she deserved to be killed. More than 20 years ago, while hunting in Shanglinyuan, the old minister saw with his own eyes the prince's brother, Emperor Zhaowu, in the Yuyang Palace where he rested temporarily. Forced the old minister's wife."

King Jing'an's eyes widened suddenly, "What did you say!"

"My lord is also very surprised, right?" Yi Zhuoming continued to smile bitterly, "But this is a fact, a fact that the old minister saw with his own eyes. At that time, the wife was invited out by the eunuchs next to the late emperor, and I felt something was wrong. So I quietly followed, and finally saw the scene of utterly devoid of conscience, he is the king, I am the minister, he wants the old minister's wife, can I stand up and say no?"

King Jing'an was terrified, his face changed again and again, "And then? You just watched Tai Zhiyun being defiled by that beast?"

Yi Zhuoming's heart hurt badly, he stretched out his hand to cover it, "Yes."

"Worthless!" King Jing'an punched him on the ground again, this tone was for Tai Zhiyun.

Although that woman had nothing to do with him, from the standpoint of a man, King Jing'an felt that Yi Zhuoming at that time was simply a waste. He couldn't even keep his own woman, and he just watched her have sex with another man. what is it
This time, Yi Zhuoming lay on the ground and couldn't get up, his mouth and nose were bleeding from the beating of King Jing'an, but he didn't care because the pain was not comparable to the injury from that night.

"I learned from their conversation that Tai Zhiyun was originally not Tai Zhiyun, but a merchant woman from Nanliang, who looked very similar to Tai Zhiyun. After the real Tai Zhiyun died, she was married to the prime minister's mansion. As for the purpose , to sow discord between you and me."

King Jing'an's eyelids twitched twice, "Provocation?"

"Yes, that woman's name is Lu Qingwan, and she gave birth to a child for Emperor Zhaowu long before she married me, oh no, Ye Cheng was not Emperor Zhaowu at that time, he was just a proton who was sent to Nanliang for six years The fourth son of the emperor."

The more King Jing'an listened, the more ugly his face became, and the deeper his frown, "So, what does this have to do with this king?"

"Don't you remember, my lord?" Yi Zhuoming was beaten so hard by King Jing'an. When he spoke, both sides of his face hurt. Leaning on the rockery, he took a breath, "When the fourth prince returned to the country, you personally sent people to block him halfway to intercept him. It's a pity that he didn't die because he was saved by a girl named Lu Qingwan. Things, I don’t need to say more, the prince can follow the logic, the beauty saves the hero, there is a good story, naturally you love me and I would like to give birth to mature rice. Not long after, Lu Qingwan became pregnant, or she was pregnant first before marriage, her father After mother knew about it, she was expelled from the family directly. She was alone and had no one to depend on, and could only depend on Ye Cheng for life. But Ye Cheng was very ambitious. But there is no money to pave the way, what should I do?
So he took advantage of Lu Qingwan's three younger brothers and said that as long as they paid for him to return to the country, he would definitely go to Luming Mountain to bring Lu Qingwan to Beiyan as soon as he came to the world.Lu Qingwan's three younger brothers agreed, and took a lot of money behind their parents' backs to help him, but what happened? "

Yi Zhuoming pointed in the direction of the imperial city, and continued to say bitterly: "As a result, Ye Cheng couldn't wait to marry the first daughter of the aristocratic family as his queen as soon as he came to the throne, completely throwing Lu Qingwan out of the sky. Later, Empress Zhu found out about Lu Qingwan's existence, so she He quietly sent someone to bring Lu Qingwan to Beiyan. He originally wanted to torture her to death himself, but he never thought that Emperor Zhaowu would find out, and Emperor Zhaowu sent someone to rescue Lu Qingwan. The reason for saving her was not to sympathize with her and pity her. , I want to use her for the second time.

Therefore, Emperor Zhaowu set up a scheme to kill Tai Zhiyun, the daughter of the Tai family, and successfully let Lu Qingwan enter the Tai family, and also successfully let the woman who gave birth to him a son marry me. "

What Yi Zhuoming said was so shocking that King Jing'an couldn't believe it, his face turned white again and again.

"When I came back from Shanglinyuan, my wife was pregnant. I knew that the child was not mine, so I hated her. I wanted to kill her, so I asked someone to find an extremely rare chronic poison and put it in her food every day. I took it for her. I wanted to poison her, and I wanted to poison the child, but who would have thought that the child was so lucky that he miraculously survived, but he was born with a sick body."

"That child...is that child the national teacher Yi Bai?"

"Yes." Yi Zhuoming admitted frankly, "I was the one who sent him to the Taoist temple, and I was the one who tried every means to persuade Emperor Xuanzong to invite him back to serve as the national teacher. I was the one who killed Yi Bai painfully."

Speaking of this, Yi Zhuoming choked up, crouched down with his head in his arms, his eyes were bloodshot, "I calculated so much, just to let Ye Cheng's son kill each other, but I didn't know until Ah Bai died. Wake up, regardless of identity, I have feelings for this child. After all, I have raised him for more than [-] years, and I have heard him call him "Father" for more than [-] years. That child is the smartest and most powerful child I have ever met. A child of savvy, but his fate is poor, in the end, I did not make it to the end, I am sorry for him."

For decades, King Jing'an had never seen Yi Zhuoming like this, but he knew that Yi Zhuoming was not acting, but showing his true feelings. Most of the hatred for Yi Zhuoming dissipated, he calmed down, "Then, what's going on with Chu Xiangyi?"

Yi Zhuoming said: "Chu Xiangyi is the second Lu Qingwan, and she is also a pawn arranged by Emperor Zhaowu to provoke the relationship between us, but at that time, I knew the truth a long time ago, knowing that as long as I continue to assist you, Emperor Zhaowu will not It’s possible to let you go, but it’s impossible to let me go, so I’ll just use my tricks and let you see some things that will cause misunderstandings, which will cause a complete break in the relationship between us.”

"You said Xiangyi was sent by that bastard Ye Cheng? How could that be?" King Jing'an took two steps back and reached out to grab his heart, "Xiangyi is so innocent."

Yi Zhuoming clenched his fists, "I can understand how you feel now, just like that night when I saw Emperor Zhaowu rape Lu Qingwan with my own eyes and heard their conversation with my own ears, my first reaction was to rush out I killed this pair of dogs, but I hesitated, Lu Qingwan was originally Ye Cheng's woman, even if I rushed out, what identity and position should I take to save Lu Qingwan?"

King Jing'an's face was ashen, "The child Xiangyi gave birth to in the coffin..."

"That child belongs to you." Yi Zhuoming raised his head, "I wanted to tell you about these things after Emperor Zhaowu passed away, but I was afraid that you would not be able to accept it, so I thought I'd better forget it. You continue to hate me, knowing the truth, it’s not good. However, during this period of time, I heard gossip that Princess Rongning was locked in a dungeon by you, and I was worried that you would do something extreme to her Things are coming, so I rushed over to dissuade you at the first time."

After finishing speaking, Yi Zhuoming took two steps forward, "My lord, is the child alright?"

King Jing'an sat on the ground limply, "That child, that child..."

"What's wrong with her?" Yi Zhuoming's expression changed drastically, he knelt down and grabbed King Jing'an, "Did something happen to her?"

"She... she's dead." King Jing'an finished speaking with trembling lips, tears rolled down his face, and he raised his hands, which seemed to be covered with blood that couldn't be washed off.

He killed his own daughter with his own hands!

"How did you die?" Yi Zhuoming yelled, "Stupid, stupid, I already lost my son and regretted it hard, how could you kill your own daughter with your own hands! Ah?"

"I don't know either." King Jing'an was shaking violently, "She told me that she was married and had a child when she was in Nanliang, and when I got too extreme, I just..."

"So you transferred all your hatred for Chu Xiangyi to her?" Yi Zhuoming looked at King Jing'an in horror. Now he doesn't have the demeanor of the calm prince back then. The years have not left any traces on his face. There were many traces, but his heart had long been riddled with holes by a poison called Chu Xiangyi.

"Where's the corpse?" Yi Zhuoming gritted his teeth seeing King Jing'an's listless look.

"Just now, someone threw her into a mass grave." King Jing'an didn't know how much courage he mustered to say this.

Yi Zhuoming stomped his feet helplessly, walked out with a flick of his sleeves, and immediately sent someone to the mass grave to bring the body back after returning home.

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Yun Jingshu was "touched" awake by someone, and the one who "handled" her was a little beggar. His hair was disheveled and his face was dirty. It was not clear what he looked like, but judging from his figure, he was about sixteen years old. The scene of seven years old.

"You... what are you doing?" Yun Jingshu's voice was hoarse when King Jing'an choked her throat, and she still hasn't recovered, she is very hoarse.

The little beggar, who was working hard, heard the sound for the first time, screamed in fright, and fell down in the mud pit, looking at her in horror.

He has a pair of extremely bright and clear eyes, but at the moment those eyes are completely covered with fear, "You're a corpse—"

"Cough...cough cough cough..." Yun Jingshu slowly sat up and glanced around, only to realize that this place is actually a mass grave, surrounded by piles of dead people, the stench is suffocating, and bones are everywhere.

Fortunately, it had just rained, which diluted the stench a bit. Yun Chu glanced at himself, his whole body was drenched.

She frowned, and when she was about to say something, she saw the little beggar who had touched her just now turned around and ran away, and because the straw sandals on her feet were too slippery, he fell to the ground, but even so, he did not forget Crawl on hands and feet.

Yun Jingshu really didn't have the energy to speak, she stood up and wanted to chase him, but she slipped and fell to the ground, so she had to reach out and grab his ankle.

The little beggar's face changed drastically, he didn't dare to turn his head back, and said tremblingly: "Xiangu, please spare my life, I'm just too hungry and have no money to eat, and I want to pick something valuable from Xiangu, I definitely don't mean to blaspheme Xiangu, my lord A lot, please spare me!"

Yun Jingshu immediately understood his explanation, and thought that the little beggar was trying to do something to her, but it turned out that he just took a fancy to the valuables on her body and wanted to take them off to exchange for money.

Yun Jingshu squeezed her throat uncomfortably, and managed to force out a voice, "Take me away, take me away from here."

She remembered that she was strangled to death by King Jing'an. If there were no accidents, the one who saved her was the rain just now. When she was in Prince Jing'an's mansion, she had been hungry for three days. She had no strength, so she was pinched by King Jing'an, and she passed out before dying. When she arrived at the mass grave and it rained, she slowly regained consciousness.

Of course, if it wasn't for this unruly little beggar, she wouldn't have woken up so quickly.

The little beggar seemed to sense that Yun Jingshu was not dead, so he turned around slowly and stared blankly at her.

Yun Jingshu repeated again with difficulty, "Take me away."

The little beggar shook his head, he couldn't even support himself, and with her, they didn't even have anything to eat at night.

"I have money." Yun Jingshu nodded to him, "You take me away, and I will give you money."

When the little beggar heard that he was rich, his eyes lit up.

Yun Jingshu breathed a sigh of relief, she is cold and hungry now, she has to leave here quickly and find a place to eat warm food and drink hot soup to warm her body, otherwise she will fall ill if she keeps getting soaked like this No.

The little beggar glanced at Yun Jingshu, it was almost impossible for her to walk like this.

He knelt down and motioned her to lie down.

Yun Jingshu resisted a little, no matter how embarrassing she is, she is still a daughter's family, and it is already a sin to let a foreigner get close to her, if she still has some skin-to-skin contact with him, then she should really die here up.

"It's getting dark soon. If we don't leave, the beasts in the mountains will come out to look for food in a while."

The little beggar's voice sounded very clean and comfortable, and there was a clear contrast with his appearance.

Yun Jingshu bit her lower lip, moved a few steps, and finally lay on his back.

The little beggar gritted his teeth, leaned on the ground with his dog-beating stick to prop up the two of them, and walked forward step by step.

Yun Jingshu was too weak, and there were flowers everywhere, she was afraid that she would fall asleep and never wake up again, so she kept looking for topics to chat with the little beggar.

"What's your name?"

Gritting his teeth, the little beggar climbed up the small slope, panting and sweating profusely, when he heard Yun Jingshu's voice, he paused, "I don't have a name."

"no name?"

The little beggar is not shy, "The beggar grandfather who adopted me said that I crawled out of the belly of a prostitute. My mother didn't want me, so she threw me away when I was born. After my grandfather died, the old beggars outside took care of me." My name is 'Prostitution'."

Yun Jingshu pursed her lips. It sounded like the little beggar had a pitiful life experience, but he didn't seem to be affected by it at all. Even in the face of a stranger's inquiry, he could say it without changing his face.

I don't know if he really doesn't care about those, or because he is young and ignorant.

"'Prostitution' doesn't sound good." Yun Jingshu said: "Today is the first day of junior high school, we met at the mass grave, I will call you 'first day of junior high school' from now on, okay?"

"First day of junior high school?" The little beggar tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly laughed foolishly, "The first day of junior high school sounds good."

Yun Jingshu couldn't see him smiling, but hearing his happy voice, she actually felt at ease.

"Xiangu, where are we going?" There was a fork in front, and the little beggar stopped and asked.

Yun Jingshu said: "I'm not a fairy girl, you can call me sister from now on, I'm not familiar with this area, you take me to a place where I can eat, and we'll have a good meal in a while before making any plans."

Hearing that he could eat on the first day of the first day of the junior high school, he couldn't help but swallowed, worked hard on his feet, and walked down the mountain with Yun Jingshu on his back, first carrying her to his nest - the ruined temple at the foot of the mountain.

After Yun Jingshu was put down and sat down, he hurried to the dilapidated Buddha statue and took out the dry firewood he usually put away, grabbed a large handful of dry straw, and started drilling wood to make fire.

"My sister is all wet, wait until it dries before going out."

Yun Jingshu was really uncomfortable. She looked like this, with her curves exposed. Once she went out, she would definitely become the focus of everyone. She didn't expect this little beggar to be so careful. Yun Jingshu felt warm and smiled at him.

The little beggar looked a little obsessed. It was the first time he had seen such a good-looking sister at such a big age. When she smiled, it warmed up, and he couldn't help but bend his eyebrows.

When the fire started, Yun Jingshu stretched out her hands to bake. She didn't have a change of clothes, so she could only wear clothes to bake, and bake wherever it was wet.

It was getting dark gradually, and it was difficult to go out to find food at this time.The little beggar looked at the sky, turned back to Yun Jingshu and said, "Sister, wait for me here, I'll go out to find something to eat."

Yun Jingshu originally wanted to say that she would go with him, but she herself was so hungry that she didn't even have the strength to stand up, so she could only nod, "Okay."

It wasn't until the little beggar walked away that Yun Jingshu realized that she hadn't given him anything, where could he find food?
Dragging his heavy body to the door of the ruined temple, he saw that it was pitch black outside, with no lights at all, and no figure of the little beggar.

Yun Jingshu had no choice but to move back and continue baking.

After about half a stick of incense, the little beggar came back, carrying two white flour steamed buns in his pocket, his face and arms were covered with blood.

Yun Jingshu was taken aback by him, "First day, what's wrong with you?"

He sat by the fire and motioned Yun Jingshu to get food by himself, his hands were dirty.

Yun Jingshu hesitated for a moment, reached out and took out a white flour steamed bun, but didn't eat it, "There is a puddle outside, I saw water in it when I came here, why don't you go out and wash?"

The little beggar shook his head, and regardless of the dirt on his hands, he took a bite of the remaining white-flour steamed bun.

"How did you do it?" Yun Jingshu couldn't swallow without asking clearly.

"Sister, don't worry, I'm used to it." The little beggar raised his head and smiled at her, showing a mouthful of white teeth on his dirty face, which was indescribably funny.

The first day of junior high school is indeed used to being beaten every time he goes out. He hid two pennies himself, behind the big Buddha statue, and just took it out when he went to pick up dry firewood. I went to buy food for this sister, so I took out all of them, but when I went to buy steamed buns, the big beggars who usually bully him framed him for stealing their copper coins, so he beat them four or five by himself One fight, although he didn't lose, but he was also injured a little bit, but it was nothing serious, he had long been accustomed to such days.Although he is small, he is good at fighting. Four or five big beggars can't beat him alone.

And the reason why those people beat him was because he was good-looking. He didn't know how to pretend before, and he went begging with a pretty face all day long. Many rich wives would give him a lot for the sake of that face. Money, and because of this face, he became the public enemy of all beggars in this area, and every time those people saw him, they beat him.

Later, he got used to not washing his face, and even deliberately made his face dirty so that no one could see it.

"This is for you." Seeing him finish eating the white flour steamed buns, Yun Jingshu passed the one in her hand.

In fact, aside from the little beggar, she can also imagine what happened after he went out, just like when she was a servant in the Su Mansion, being bullied every day, only she has experienced that feeling people can understand.

Since the little beggar bought food with her life, how could she be so cruel that she could swallow it?

The little beggar froze for a moment, "Why don't you eat?"

Yun Jingshu shook her head, "I'm not hungry."

"Lie!" The little beggar directly exposed her, "When I carried you down the mountain before, I heard your stomach growling with hunger."

Yun Jingshu's face was a little hot, but her attitude was still firm, "You got this in exchange for blood, I can't eat it."

The little beggar said bluntly, "If you don't eat, how can I collect money?"

"Ah?" Yun Jingshu almost didn't react.

The bright eyes of the little beggar reflected the fire, which was very beautiful. "The steamed buns cost a penny each, but I ran hard, so you have to pay two pennies after eating."

The corner of Yun Jingshu's mouth twitched, it turned out that this was the idea, "Okay."

She withdrew her hand and took a bite.

There was a lot of bloody and earthy smell on the steamed buns, but Yun Jingshu thought it was delicious, so she ate all of them.

The fire was almost finished, and the night was getting dark. The little beggar stood up, moved all the straw piles he usually slept on to Yun Jingshu, raised his chin and said, "This is for you to sleep, one night, five cents!" money."

"Then where do you sleep?" Yun Jingshu didn't care about money. She had a lot of valuables on her body, and if they were pawned, they could be worth tens of taels of silver.

"Don't worry about me, just take care of your money." After the little beggar finished speaking, he lay down in front of the big Buddha statue, and soon he snored and fell asleep.

Yun Jingshu curled up on the pile of dry straw, unable to sleep.

One reason is to guard against little beggars. On the other hand, she is thinking about where she should go from tomorrow.

Jing'an Prince's Mansion specified that there was no place for her anymore, and the only way was to leave Beiyan and go to Nanliang.

But it's so far from here to Nanliang, and she doesn't have a customs certificate, how can she go to Nanliang?

"Why aren't you asleep?" The little beggar woke up and saw Yun Jingshu still sitting there by the faint light of the fire. He wiped his face and walked over to warm himself by the fire.

"On the first day of junior high school, have you ever been to Nanliang?" Yun Jingshu asked.

The little beggar shook his head, "Where is that place?"

Yun Jingshu said: "There, it's another country. Anywhere is better than Beiyan."

On the first day of junior high school, I seemed to understand but half understood, "Is it very far away?"

"As long as you have money, it's not far away." Yun Jingshu said: "Kang Minger pawned my valuables, so I will rent a carriage to take me to Nanliang."

The little beggar scratched the lice on his head, wondering, "Why do you want to go so far away?"

"Because that's my home." Yun Jingshu hugged her knees, her eyes fell on the Martian, and she spoke in a low voice, "Everyone has to go back to their hometown after death. For some people here, I He is already a dead person, there is no point in staying any longer, besides, there is no place for me here, so I can only go."

The little beggar didn't quite understand her words, and muttered in a low voice, "Where can a dead person go?"

Yun Jingshu raised her head to look at him, "On the first day of junior high school, would you be my coachman to take me home? I can pay you for the round trip."

The little beggar calculated with his fingers, "How much is the round trip? Can I give you a tael of silver?"

"Yes." Yun Jingshu nodded with a smile, "I'll give you two taels, and you send me back to Nanliang."

"Then how do I come back?" the little beggar asked again.

Yun Jingshu thought for a while, "Is there anyone you can't let go of here?"

The little beggar said: "Grandpa is buried in the back mountain, I often go to see him."

"What about other than that?"

"Other than that... nothing."

"Or, you follow me to Nanliang, and we won't come back, okay?"

"Not good." The little beggar disagreed, "I grew up here since I was a child."

"But you have been beaten up since you were a child. Do you want to continue living like this?" To be honest, Yun Jingshu felt a little sympathetic to this young man.

"I never thought of leaving here." The little beggar sniffed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yun Jingshu continued to seduce, "When we get to Nanliang, I will take care of you."

"I don't need anyone to take care of me." The little beggar stared at her with firm eyes, "Don't treat me like a child!"

Yun Jingshu felt amused in her heart. Although she was about the same age as her, her heart was not too mature, so she was just a child? "Since you don't need someone to take care of you, you can take care of me! When I return to Nanliang, I will definitely benefit from you."

(End of this chapter)