Over the years, I have always wanted to forget that day, but dreams often remind me of it. It is unreal, unreal, false and true. I don’t know which ones I really remember and which ones are just dreams.
That day, a maid took me to see my mother and said that my mother missed me very much.
After my father passed away suddenly, I was quite afraid to see my mother, because every time I saw her, she was doing some very scary things. I was very afraid of her.
That day, at first, my mother was doing well. She just sat on the bed and ignored others, talking to herself. After I said hello, I wanted to leave, but the maid stopped me and said that my mother really misses you, so she wants to spend more time with you.
Just let her go and I'll stay.
Not long after, the queen mother drank a bowl of soup brought by the maid, and gradually she became a little manic. Finally, the queen mother suddenly screamed loudly, shouted my father's name, danced and ran around the room, several people
The maids couldn't hold her back.
Some maids rushed to chase the queen, and some maids ran to the imperial doctor in panic. I was so frightened that I kept retreating.
At this time, someone hugged me gently from behind. I looked up and saw that it was Mr. Wen.
Mr. Wen is the teacher who taught me how to write, and he is also the kindest teacher to me. When Mr. Wen hugs me, I am not so afraid.
Later, for some reason, a fire suddenly broke out. The fire was so big that it blocked the door.
I heard a group of people shouting outside the house, but inside the house there was only the mother's mad scream, and everything was in chaos.
Over the years, I have often dreamed about this. As my mother's words kept repeating, I heard it more clearly. She asked me to go with her to accompany my father.
Later, I don't know when, the queen mother fell in a pool of blood.
"Quickly, take him away!" The maid's hands were bloody.
I don’t know why, but when I looked at her, I felt not afraid, but also a little happy. Maybe it was because she killed the queen mother.
The fire in the room was getting bigger and bigger, and the smoke was becoming more and more choking. Mr. Wen picked me up and handed me to the maid.
As soon as the maid picked me up, she hugged me and fell to the ground together. I turned around and saw that she had a knife hilt stuck in her stomach.
Mr. Wen helped me sit up, faced me upright, and kowtowed three times respectfully. He said to me with a trembling cry: "Your Highness, there are thieves who want to exterminate the prince's bloodline. I dare you to move away, your highness."
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After Mr. Wen got up, he went to the queen mother's body, took out a golden phoenix hairpin, and put it in his arms. He then took back the murderous dagger, and finally caused a large fire in the palace. While the fire was not fierce, he took me to break the window.
And escape.
After that, Mr. Wen took me to a hut. We changed clothes, and he took out a bag and put it on his back, leading me to walk a lot every day.
It’s not just about walking. Usually we catch a car outside the city, and when we encounter a county town, we take a small road to go around it.
Every day, Mr. Wen not only takes me on a journey, but also teaches me knowledge. He is very anxious and always wants to teach me all the knowledge.
I can't remember so much at once, plus I'm tired from walking every day, and I'm not eating well. Mr. Wen taught me ten sentences, but I have to forget nine of them. What I miss every day is the preserved fruits and vegetables in the palace.
pastry.
Until one day, we encountered a group of knife-wielding gangsters. Seven or eight of them surrounded the two of us.
The baggage was snatched away by them, and some money was found inside. They were very happy.
They held knives and asked us to take off our clothes. These gangsters didn't even spare the clothes we were wearing.
I was afraid, so I took it off first, but Mr. Wen refused, so the leader took out the gold hairpin from Mr. Wen's arms.
When Mr. Wen saw the leader snatching the gold hairpin, he suddenly got angry and stabbed the leader to death. He was then stabbed many times.
I remember Mr. Wen told me that when in danger, I should run away first, so I ran naked down the mountain.
Running, running, a skeletal thing caught up with me and rolled in front of me before stopping. When I passed it, I took a look and saw that it was Mr. Wen's head.
I was so frightened that I fled to a mountain col and hid there for a day and a night. Finally, I was so hungry that I had no choice but to sneak out again.
When I returned there, the gangsters were gone and Mr. Wen was gone. Only blood stains remained on the ground.
At this time, I was alone, with no food, no drink, no clothes or shoes, so I walked forward along the road. At first, my feet were very painful from the stones, but the pain gradually disappeared.
When I felt like I was about to die, I met a salesman. Seeing that I was pitiful, he gave me a piece of rag and a cake, and I came back to life.
Later, I just walked and begged, and finally met Master.
…
Finally, Yan Yu finished talking about what happened back then, and he let out a long sigh, and the anger that had accumulated in his heart for many years came out casually.
Anyone who knows Yan Yu knows that he is taciturn and not good at talking.
In fact, Yan Yu did not originally have such a character. He was just on the run, so naturally he had to be careful in everything. No matter how cautious he was, he could not be too cautious. First of all, his Beijing accent was so special in Shu that he did not dare to speak.
Until now, although Yan Yu can speak authentic Shu dialect, he has long formed the habit of not communicating with others. He talks about everything in his mind to the sword in his hand, which has completely become a fetish.
well.
After listening to Yan Yu's words, Huang Xiaoshi also sighed.
What kind of setting is this? It’s really an orphanage.
Huang Xiaoshi counted in his mind and found that there were so many named orphans that he knew: Gu Yuexuan, Jingji, Dongfang Weiming, Fu Jianhan, oh, and himself, and now there is another Yanyu.
It was the first time that Yan Yu told others about his affairs, and he heard the Jin Yiwei let out a faint sigh.
No matter what, no matter who this person was, Yan Yu felt the full sympathy from this sigh.
After a while, Jin Yiwei asked Yan Yu: "Do you still have any tokens on you?"
Yan Yu shook his head and said: "The golden hairpin that Mr. Wen took back then was a token left to me, and Mr. Wen also died because of it. Apart from being able to speak Beijing dialect, I don't have any connection with that time.
It’s about that.”
Yan Yu became more and more fluent in speaking, and the Jingcheng dialect that had not been used for many years replaced the original Shu dialect.
So refreshing.
Yan Yu suddenly asked Jin Yiwei: "I said I am not the prince, do you believe it?"
This operation was so naughty that Huang Xiaoshi couldn't help but laugh.
After the Jinyiwei secretly laughed, he said to Yan Yu: "I can believe that you are not, and the emperor can also believe that you are not, but there is someone who has to ask you to be."
When Yan Yu heard this, he really got excited. He didn't expect that he really had a way to survive. But there was something in this sentence. Who it was, he had to find him.
Jin Yiwei said to Yan Yu: "The emperor is your father's biological brother and your biological uncle. How could he do something that hurts relatives and makes enemies happy? The people who wanted to kill you back then are the same people who are looking for you now.
It’s the same one, your uncle, King Cheng.”
These words were completely made by Huang Xiaoshi to deceive Yan Yu, but according to his speculation, except for the emperor's attitude, which he didn't know what the truth was, the part about King Cheng was generally correct.
"Uncle?!" Yan Yu was really shocked. He always thought that his second uncle wanted to be the prince, so he killed his father first and then himself.
Unexpectedly, the mastermind behind this turned out to be his uncle, King Cheng.
Yan Yu asked in shock and anger: "Why him? I have never seen King Cheng!"
The Jinyiwei extinguished Yan Yu's anger with just a few cold words, and he replied: "King Cheng wants to rebel."
King Cheng wanted to rebel. These four words were enough to explain everything. Yan Yu figured out all the ins and outs in an instant.
If King Cheng wants to rebel, he will kill the prince.
If King Cheng wants to rebel, he will remove the crown prince.
If King Cheng wants to rebel, he will want to use him as a pawn.
Thinking of how King Cheng had a good reputation in normal times, whenever Yan Yu heard someone praising King Cheng, he couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart. After all, he was from his own family.
Unexpectedly, he was the cause of all the destruction of his family!
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King Cheng wanted to rebel. These four words made Yan Yu understand all the ins and outs and why Jin Yiwei came with a mask today.
King Cheng is looking for the crown prince, and the emperor is naturally looking for the crown prince too.
King Cheng is looking for the crown prince to use him as a pawn, but what about the emperor?
For the emperor, wouldn't it be better to just kill me? Why should I be left here to be used by others?
Jin Yiwei seemed to have read through Yan Yu's thoughts, and said: "You are now a bait for King Diao Cheng to take the bait.
But don't worry, there is no need for you to come forward, someone will take over the identity of the Crown Prince.
What you have to do now is to talk about as many things as you remember, as much as you can remember, as much as you can talk about before you were twelve years old, no matter how big or small it is."
Yan Yu had already put down the huge stone in his heart, so he started talking to Jin Yiwei.
Jin Yiwei took out a piece of white paper and a charcoal pen, and quickly took notes while listening. His writing method was very strange, he actually wrote horizontally.
Sure enough, he is a secret agent. He even writes in cipher text. Yan Yu nodded secretly and thought to himself.
Just like that, after talking for who knows how long, Yan Yu finally didn't know what to say, and Jin Yiwei also wrote a large piece.
"That's all." Yan Yu said to the Jin Yiwei.
Jin Yiwei shook his sore and swollen hands and let go of all the stuffy gourds. They are talkative. This is really the truth.
"Finally, I want to say a few more words to you, please remember." After Jin Yiwei put away the paper and pen, he solemnly warned Yan Yu: "First, you know what happened tonight, I know, if it is done by a third person
You know, you should know the consequences."
Yanyu nodded, he was not a fool.
"Second, don't go down the mountain anymore. If possible, stay in seclusion for a while."
Yan Yu also nodded. He would tell his master tomorrow. Yan Yu really liked the idea of practicing in seclusion.
"Third, if the crown prince appears in the future, perhaps someone you know, you should know what to do. If he becomes the crown prince, then you can always be Yan Yu."
Yan Yu nodded excitedly, and suddenly he was shocked. If the other party wanted to kill people and silence them, now would be the best time to take action.
Yan Yu remained calm on the surface, but secretly tightened his grip on the sword hilt.
After Jin Yiwei said these three words to Yan Yu, he turned around and jumped out of the window and left. Yan Yu was still sitting on the edge of the bed motionless, waiting for a long time.
Did he really leave?
Yan Yu's heart relaxed, and a huge burst of ecstasy burst out. He leaned back and fell heavily on the bed, bouncing a little.
Lying on the bed, the comfort in Yanyu's heart flowed through his body.
Unexpectedly, Jin Yiwei turned around and walked away.
Gone.
Really gone.
Leave no trace and go quietly.
Yanyu opened his mouth and laughed silently, until tears flowed down his face.
So many years of worry, fear, and trouble sleeping and eating are finally over. Now, he is Yan Yu, an insignificant disciple of the Qingcheng Sect. The past is like waking up from a dream, and now it has disappeared.
Unknowingly, Yanyu fell asleep. This time, he rarely had a good dream.
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Huang Xiaoshi carefully sneaked back into the Xiang Guest Room. Originally, he was worried that if he was discovered, he would have to forcefully break away from the battle and escape. Since everything went well, he might as well leave after dawn.
To be honest, Qingcheng Mountain is very dangerous, and Huang Xiaoshi didn't want to go down the mountain in the dark unless he had to. The matter of rolling over cliffs to pick up martial arts secrets has been done for several editions.
After sleeping comfortably, Huang Xiaoshi rarely relieved his alertness, and fell asleep in a short while. When he woke up, it was already three o'clock in the morning, and he was the only one left in the room.
While yawning and getting up, Huang Xiaoshi stretched out his hand to rub the corners of his eyes. After a few moves, Huang Xiaoshi picked up the bamboo basket that was upside down on the bed, went out, thanked the Taoist priest in charge, and went down the mountain quietly on an empty stomach.
Already.
In a deserted place in the middle of the mountain, Huang Xiaoshi took out the Jinyi sweatshirt from his back, and used the chicken claw technique to tear it into rags. He stepped on a sharp knife on the ground and forcibly broke it, and then he took these things while walking.
Throw it all into the cliff.
After walking for another day, Huang Xiaoshi returned to the city of Chengdu. He found a stream to wash off the turmeric on his face, revealing his dark face again, and then he went to ask someone about the whereabouts of Shennong Baicao Gate.
Now Huang Xiaoshi's whole spirit is different. If he wants to describe it, it can only be said that he now has a noble bloodline.
From now on, I am the crown prince Li Huan.
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Standing in front of the main gate of Shennong Baicao in Chengdu, Huang Xiaoshi looked at the huge horizontal plaque and felt a sense of pride in his heart.
After so many years of hard work, Shennong Baicaomen finally moved the main gate to Chengdu in a grand manner, and the place that was left in the rural town became a branch gate.
Those mud-legged people who were not on the stage finally cleaned up their mud-legged feet and became decent people.
Huang Xiaoshi stood at the door in a daze for a while. At this time, a boy walked out of the door and walked up to him in a few steps and said politely: "Brother, we don't sell medicine here. You can buy medicine across the street."
Go to the store."
Huang Xiaoshi lowered his head when he heard the voice. He smiled kindly at the boy and said, "I am Huang Xiaoshi, and I am also from Shennong Baicaomen."
"Huang Xiaoshi?" The boy was stunned for a moment. He had been a member of Shennong Baicaomen for half a year. There were hundreds of people here who all recognized Menqing. Why didn't he have any impression of the man in front of him?
Seeing the confusion on the boy's face, Huang Xiaoshi added: "I'm from Luoyang."
"Luoyang, Huang Xiaoshi." The boy suddenly reacted, and the confusion on his face instantly turned into enthusiasm. He saluted with both hands and kept saying: "Master Shi, I didn't expect you to return to Shuzhong."
