The boy rushed out with a ferocious face and an angry roar.
Like a wild beast.
The young and strong villagers stopped him easily.
He watched helplessly as his mother turned into a handful of ashes and was sprinkled on top of the ashes.
The villagers dispersed, and he knelt on the ground and shouted to the sky.
That day, it started to rain.
At night, he broke into the village chief's house and bit off a piece of flesh from the man's arm.
When the young people arrived again, the village chief covered his arms and got angry: "Put this little bastard in a puddle!"
Next to the puddle is a place where pigs are raised.
He has been eating pig food for several years. Sometimes, even pig food is extremely luxurious.
He couldn't get out, so he had to look up when the sky was clear, and the faint golden light shone on his dirty cheeks through the gaps in the boards.
This is my mother's favorite sunny day.
My mother often said that when the sky is clear, you can feel the prosperity of all things.
It was another day of heavy rain and thunder, so he hid in a corner.
When his mother was still alive, she would always hold him in the small room and tell him the prosperity of the Imperial City and the love stories of talented men and beautiful women.
He will ask: Dad, what kind of person is he?
Mother said: He is a great man, Xiao Shu, your father loves you, you must always believe in him.
Boy: Then why didn't he come to me?
Mother replied: Because he is the hero who saves the world, and he will come to take you home when there is peace and prosperity.
…
He waited day after day, year after year, but no great father came.
The sound of rain falling to the ground was very loud, and he was all wet, and it also exuded an extremely unpleasant smell.
The sewage has reached up to my neck.
He wanted to ask, why didn't his father come to protect him?
An umbrella to cover the board.
The elegant white clothes were very different from the scenery here. An umbrella protected him from the rain under the board, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked towards her.
She asked the servant beside her: "Is this my younger brother?"
"Ms. Xuannv, the location is absolutely correct."
"Um."
She waved her hand and shattered the boards nailed by the villagers with her own hands. She knelt down and stretched out her hand towards him in the puddle.
The boy was unmoved and looked at the girl warily.
"Your name is Mo Bingshu, right?" Mo Xuan asked.
He relaxed his guard slightly, but instead of answering, he backed away.
This man is obviously not his father.
He just waits for his father.
"My father passed away half a year ago. I am your half-sister, Mo Xuan." The girl said, "Come home with me, okay?"
Father... passed away...
During the three years he was imprisoned in the puddle, the boy never cried.
But this time, he cried.
He was in so much pain.
He wanted to tell his mother that he did not wait for his father, only for the news of his death.
From now on, he has no father and no hope.
The girl sighed softly, stretched out her hands to pick up the boy from the puddle, and hugged him with one hand.
"Go and find out why my brother is locked in a puddle next to the pig pen."
"yes."
While they were talking, the villagers heard that Bahuang Xuannv had come to this quiet little village and hurried over.
The villagers had a very humble status and did not dare to look directly at Xuannv. Moreover, because there were many subordinates surrounding Xuannv, they did not see the boy in Xuannv's arms.
The village chief said excitedly: "Xuan Nu is here. We are waiting for Peng Pi to shine. Osmanthus Village Chief, I would like to pay my respects to Xuan Nu. Xuan Nu will live a thousand years."
The poison doctor's guard returned to Mo Xuan and told Mo Xuan about Mo Bingshu.
Mo Xuan nodded, hugged the boy, and walked gradually to the village chief. He looked down at the village chief who lowered his head and smiled indifferently.
The village chief thought he was so happy that he was so happy that even though he lowered his head, he could not open his mouth from ear to ear with joy.
"Are you the mayor of this village?" Mo Xuan asked.
"Exactly."
"Drag him out and chop him up," Mo Xuan said.
"What?!"
The village chief looked up suddenly and saw Mo Xuan holding the little bastard.
The village chief said quickly: "Ms. Xuannv, this little beast..."
"I, the prince of the orthodox bloodline of the Eight Wildernesses, am actually a little beast in your eyes. Chief Guihua Village, can you bear the charge of beheading the nine clans?" Mo Xuan asked.
The village chief swallowed hard, and the other villagers were panicked.
The little beast in the puddle is the prince of the Eight Desolate Gods?
How could it be...
At this moment, they realized that what kind of joy came from the sky was clearly a disaster.
"Ms. Xuannv, please spare your life!" a villager shouted.
"It's the village chief who has done all kinds of evil, and it was he who murdered the little prince!"
"Yes, yes, the village chiefs are very vicious."
"..."
Mo Xuan looked at the villagers biting dogs with a half-smile.
She turned to look at the boy, "Moer, how should we deal with it?"
Mo Bingshu's eyes were red. He lowered his head and wanted to speak, but he could only make a hoarse voice.
I haven't opened my mouth for three years and have actually forgotten how to speak.
Mo Xuan understood what he meant.
"You mean, leave no one behind, right?"
The boy nodded with tears in his eyes.
Mo Xuan smiled lightly: "The chief of Guihua Village was imprisoned in a puddle and treated every day to prevent him from dying. As for the rest of the people, they were all burned at the stake."
She stretched out a hand and caressed the boy's eyes, making him close his eyes.
The girl's clear and melodious voice rang in her ears: "Dirty thing, don't look. My sister will take you to see the prosperity and true love of Bahuang."
In the chaotic darkness, he could only feel the warmth on his eyelids.
The sound of heavy rain, rolling thunder, and the villagers' pleas for mercy were all ignored by him.
He only remembered that on this day, the girl's hands were warm.
Mo Xuan brought him to the luxurious palace, fearing that he would be bullied, so he kept him with him almost all the time, waiting patiently for him to speak.
When the boy was ten years old, after two years of careful teaching, the boy was no longer as gloomy as before, and sometimes he would make witty remarks that even she could not say.
Boys always run to her, and she gets angry: "Don't always come to my sister's place. You will marry a girl in the future. After a few years, you have to see if you have someone you like."
The boy snorted: "I don't want it, I just want to stay with my sister."
Mo Xuan just thought it was a boy's joke and was happy to hear it, which showed that her brother cared about her.
Later, the young man smiled brightly and said: Sister, I want to build you a golden house, which belongs only to my sister.
In a few years—
Mo Xuan is nineteen years old and the boy is fifteen.
Mo Xuan was trembling all over, his limbs were cold, and he whispered to himself: "Sacrifice to heaven? How could it be possible?"
No--
She didn't want her brother to sacrifice to heaven.
She quickly summoned her trusted poison doctor guards, "Quickly, take Mo'er away as far away as possible. Tell him to let him go first, and then my sister will go find him."
"yes."
"..."
The poison doctor guards took the young man to the place where he would sacrifice to heaven. All the rituals were ready and waiting for him.
He asked: "What is this place? Why did my sister want me to come here?" "Seventh Prince, Xuannv asked you to sacrifice to heaven." The poison doctor guard said coldly.