Nanyan, outside Guanggu City, west gate.
There is an endless stream of refugees, all in rags and with dusty faces, speaking dialects with accents from all over the world, including Xiongnu, Qiang, Jie, Dingling, etc., combined with Guanzhong dialect, Zhongyuan dialect, and Bingzhou dialect,
The Chinese in Hebei dialect is like a big market that is full of excitement. People are constantly trying to enter the city, but they are beaten and kicked by the soldiers guarding the city and driven aside. In the end, they can only curse and walk to the side.
On the ground.
There are dozens of shanties standing in the open space on one side, and nobles wearing silk and satin are sitting there. They are waving fans, eating fruits, and directing their wolf-like men to line up in a pile in the open space.
Among the refugees, walking back and forth, picking and picking, if there are strong men who feel that they are strong and powerful, they will pick them out, or if they are graceful and pretty women, they will also pick them out and throw them aside.
The family members, who were dying of hunger, took a few strings of copper coins and went to the official shantytown on the side. They put their thumbprints on the human trafficking contract, which was considered as a conclusion of the contract.
In a corner of the square, two young men wearing bamboo hats, about 20 years old or so, were sitting. Their exposed skin was obviously much whiter than that of ordinary refugees, which attracted many people around them to secretly comment:
"Could these two be from Xianbei? I heard that only the Murong clan can be so fair. Could it be that they are Murong clan members who escaped from the north?"
"That's nonsense. If the members of the Murong clan had gone to join the king a long time ago, would they still be here with lowly people like us?"
"It's hard to say. The Murong family is famous for fighting among themselves. For example, a while ago, that Zhao King Murong Lin was beheaded. Oh, he was the biological son of the late emperor. He was good at fighting. As long as he was good at fighting,
If you threaten the king's position, won't you be able to escape this blow?"
"That seems to be the case. Hey, these two people are so fair and hang out with us. Maybe they are really members of the Murong family. Maybe they are rebels who slipped through the net. Let's report it to the official. Maybe, they are really
There’s a reward for that!”
Among the two men in bamboo hats, the one with darker skin on the right moved his ears and whispered: "Achao, it seems that someone is eyeing us and wants to report him to the police. Let's leave quickly."
The other person raised his head, and a beautiful face was revealed, with red lips and white teeth, and beautiful facial features. If it weren't for the beautiful beard that had been left on his upper lip, it would really make people think that this is a beautiful woman. He hooked
He raised his lips and said: "Fifth floor, haven't you had enough of this kind of anonymity and hiding life? Don't forget that we abandoned our wives and mothers and traveled thousands of miles from Guzang City to come here.
for what!"
The young man named Fifth Floor sighed: "But you also know that if your identity is exposed, other people who want to inherit your father's throne may kill you. After all, your father has no children now.
He is nearly seventy years old, and kings such as Murong Zhong, Murong Zhen, and Murong Fa are all thinking about succeeding him. If you expose your identity rashly, you may be killed!"
While they were talking, more than a dozen sergeants who came to patrol had already heard the words of several refugees who came to report the news, and looked here. A general in general's robes and armor stood up after hearing the words and led a group of people.
With help, he walked towards here, and the dozens of refugees gathered on one side dispersed as if they were fleeing, leaving only these two teenagers, still staying where they were.
A sergeant who looked like a small colonel came forward with an unsheathed sword and said in a deep voice: "You two, who are your names? Where are you from? If you know anyone in the city, please tell me quickly.
The name comes."
The young man named Wu Lou stood up, showed a white face with a mustache, smiled and said in Hebei Chinese: "This military master, we are refugees from Hebei, we have no food, we live here, we don't know
Can you please give me some food?"
The principal said sternly: "You are obviously from Xianbei. The king has long made a notice that all my Xianbei people must go to the east gate to donate porridge and make households. Why don't you go to the prescribed place but follow these people?"
Han and Qiang refugees are mixed together, could it be possible that you are spies and have any conspiracy?!"
As he spoke, he drew his sword half out of its sheath, and the sergeants surrounding them also took up their stances, and the surrounding area suddenly became murderous.
But the general behind him was staring motionlessly at the young man named A Chao on the ground. At this moment, A Chao stood up slowly, took off his hat, and exposed his pigtails. Of course, he also
With that handsome face, the expression of the general on the side changed: "Who are you?"
A Chao looked at the general and said calmly: "You must be the general of the Chinese army, King Murong Fa of Nanhai. I have heard of your reputation. You and King Yan defeated the Eastern Jin army and captured Huaisi. I never thought that you could do this here."
See you in person."
The primary school student raised his whip and prepared to strike: "Is this the name of the prince that a boy like you can call directly?!"
Murong Fa grabbed the scabbard of the whip, looked at Ah Chao, and said in a deep voice: "Tell me your identity, otherwise, with my authority, I can kill you now for being a spy!"
Ah Chao reached into his arms unhurriedly and took out a shining golden knife. Murong Fa's expression changed and he said sternly: "How come you have this thing?!"
Ah Chao said calmly: "Because when the king left his family, he left this golden sword behind, saying that it was his nephew. One day, he can come and recognize him with this golden sword. The golden sword belongs to Yan, and it is me, Murong."
King Nanhai, have you forgotten the rules set by our ancestors?"
Murong Fa gritted his teeth and waved his hand: "Come here, escort this young master to see the king. But at this time, shouldn't you disclose your identity?"
Ah Chao said word by word: "My name is Murong Chao, and I am the nephew of the king. This golden sword is a token used to recognize the ancestor and return to the clan. Brothers present, please bear witness!"
Waves of cheers rang out in the square: "Prince of the Golden Sword, Prince of the Golden Sword!" The sound was like thunder, and a trace of unspeakable resentment flashed across Murong Fa's face, but no one noticed it.
An hour later, Nanyan, the royal palace and the main hall.
Murong Beide looked at Murong Chao standing in front of him, with tears in his eyes: "You, are you really Chao'er?"
Murong Chao's eyes were also full of tears: "Uncle, do you remember this knife? Also, it was a mysterious man in black who subdued the guards at night, silenced the whistle, and helped me escape Chang'an City. He said that as long as he saw me
Your Majesty, let me tell you, where is the Flying General of Dragon City now? You will know!"
Murong Beide sighed: "That's right, you are indeed Chao'er, my Chao'er, how is your mother?"
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