Tonight, Ye Luo was probably not the only one who didn't sleep in the palace late at night. An imperceptible light shone faintly in the study room of Yuqing Pavilion in the forbidden area of the palace. A man in white stood in front of a picture hanging on the wall, exuding
Cool.
This person was the Wing King who was supposed to be in the concubine's courtyard next to Yilian Court. Mo Yichen looked at the poem on the wall quietly, his cold black eyes as deep as a pool of water now filled with a little tenderness.
“My hands are planting green seedlings all over the field, and when I lower my head, I can see the sky in the water.
Only when the mind is pure can we follow the path, and retreat is actually forward.”
Luo'er, over the years I have followed what you said, "regressing turns out to be moving forward", but where are you?
Fifteen years ago, Mo Yichen was eight years old and Ye Luo was four years old. They had just traveled to this strange world and started her life of begging.
People were coming and going on the street, and Xiaoye was squatting in the corner alone.
Hehe... I wonder how old the current emperor is, Xiaoye thought boredly?
Hey, Xiaoye suddenly saw a white steamed bun in the bowl. The steamed bun, and her smart eyes were shining brightly. It wasn't that she was hopeless, but that she had never eaten a steamed bun since the day she woke up.
"Here, let's eat it!" came a young voice.
Xiaoye looked up and saw a warm smiling face, with bright eyes full of pity, but it wasn't pity or sympathy, but there was a feeling of sympathy. Xiaoye was stunned.
"Here you go too." The young man handed another steamed bun in his hand.
"Thank you..." Xiao Ye came back to her senses and remembered to say thank you, but she only saw the back of a figure leaving in a hurry.
Oh, I was overthinking, and I felt sorry for each other. How could such a peerless person look at me like that? He had such a peerless face at the age of eight or nine. When he grew up, he didn’t know that he would be obsessed with it again.
No matter how many women there are, even though there is a little dust in his white clothes, it does not affect his noble temperament at all.
What a weirdo. I wanted to say thank you to her, but ran away before I could finish.
Hee hee, but today I and Brother Huzi finally don’t have to go hungry, and the buns are still white. Brother Huzi must be very happy to know that.
"Give it back to me, uncle, give it back to me!" A ragged little beggar knelt on the ground and begged, his dirty hands firmly tugging at the hem of the man next to him.
"Come here, uncle, let me let go of your dirty hands." The man yelled at the little beggar in disgust, and even kicked the little beggar as he spoke.
"Ouch..." The little beggar lost his support and fell to the ground under the sudden gravity.
Isn't that the voice of Xiaomu who also lives in the ruined temple? Xiaoye hurriedly picked up the steamed bun and ran towards the crowd not far away. It was those bullies who had nothing to do all day long, bullying the weak and collecting protection money on the street, but why did Xiaomu do that today?
Provoke them?
"My uncle lets you beg for food on this street because he thinks of you. It's been a month since he took your protection fee of two cents, and he still wants to go back. I won't ask anyone from all over the country who listened.
I, Mr. Bao, don’t always obediently deliver the money. I will personally come to collect it today. How dare you refuse to give it? Do you think you will die!”
The fat man who calls himself Mr. Bao is named Shi Bao. At this time, he is playing with the two coins in his hand and looking fiercely at the little beggar curled up on the ground in pain.
"It seems I have to teach you a lesson today, come here, give me a beating." The fat man waved his hand back, without any sympathy in his eyes.
Hu Zi on the side could no longer see it, his withered hands in his sleeves were tightly clenched into fists, and his eyes were staring full of anger.
"Xiaoye is good, don't be afraid." Huzi let go of his fist after Xiaoye suddenly pulled him.
"Xiaoye, stand here obediently. Brother Huzi will come as soon as he goes." Huzi pushed Xiaoye to a safe corner.
"Brother Huzi" Xiaoye didn't cry out. Xiaoye knew that he couldn't stop Huzi, and he couldn't stop him, because Xiaomu would really be beaten to death.
She once saw with her own eyes that a group of bullies injured an old woman. She heard that the old man died on the way before he could get home, and the mother-in-law just accidentally bumped into that Mr. Bao.
Could this be ancient times? No civilized calendar would work here. She didn’t know what it was like in other places, but the law of kings didn’t exist in this town. No one could control those bullies, and everyone would get angry when they saw it.
Dare to say, even if you beat someone to death, it will be ignored.
Brother Huzi, no, Brother Huzi will be fine, Xiaoye said to herself. She could only hope that someone would stand up and help them at this time, but the people around were just watching the fun, no one
People are willing to help, and no one dares to mess with those bullies.
"Oh, you little bastard, how dare you bite me? I think you are getting impatient." The tiger bit the fat man's arm.
"Brothers, fight me together." The fat man shook Xiaohu away with a palm.
Huzi protected Xiaomu under his body. He was the oldest among the group of beggars. Huzi only knew to protect Xiaomu and accepted the punches and kicks from the group of people without making a sound.
Xiaoye stared motionless, lips pressed tightly, unaware that her mouth had been bitten by herself, a trace of blood flowed down, and her lips became even paler.
"Don't look anymore." At this time, a pair of hands covered Xiaoye's eyes. The sudden darkness and the warm hands made her stunned for a moment.
"No." Xiaoye didn't know where he got the strength to move his hands covering his eyes, and continued to stare there without even looking to the side.
"Ah..." Xiaohu couldn't help but screamed in pain. It hurt. Is the bone broken?
Xiaoye's shoulders trembled when she heard the suppressed shouts, but she still refused to close her eyes and looked at everything in front of her coldly. She wanted to remember everything that happened today. She didn't know what would happen in the future.
At this moment, she hated herself so much for being so insignificant. This girl who only longed to live quietly had a vague desire to become stronger.
"Alas..." Xiaoye's cold eyes made the people beside him sigh helplessly. He grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground, wiped it on his face, and ran towards the group of big men.
Is it him? Xiaoye finally noticed the person who had been by her side.
It was the boy who gave Xiaoye two steamed buns. Although his face was covered with a layer of dust, his white clothes were so dazzling. He was not that boy.
There was no time to think about why the boy appeared. When Xiaoye saw him getting punched, his heart suddenly jumped and he couldn't help but sweat for him.
"Hey, here comes another one who doesn't want to be photographed." The fat man mocked as another boy in white appeared in front of him.
"Bang." The situation in front of me suddenly reversed, and I saw a big man falling to the ground, wailing in pain. Then I saw a young man squatting slightly with his knees, then suddenly bouncing up and spinning upwards, and a beautiful downward kick knocked another man down.