In Zhao Min's memory, the next development was a matter of course, and the small group leader and Li Haichuan became good childhood friends.
Li Haichuan cannot enter the palace, but the little princess can sneak out to play with him.
The two went up trees to catch birds, went down to the river to catch fish, and even played house together.
But happy days are always short-lived.
More than a year later, Li Haichuan's father was thrown into prison because he offended the emperor in court.
Not long after, his father died in prison.
At this point, the little Li Mansion fell...
I still remember that day, standing in the corner gate of the palace, watching an old servant driving an ox cart under the sunset, with a young master sitting in the cart gradually going away.
The young man on the bullock cart was sitting upright, with his little back straight. This was the last impression he left on himself.
The memory stopped abruptly here, and Zhao Min said tentatively: "Hai, Brother Haichuan, is that you?"
"It's me. I recognized you at first sight, but little Huniu has already forgotten Brother Haichuan." Li Jiang said.
"No, no!" Zhao Min shook his head like a rattle and said coquettishly: "People, people... after ten years, you have changed, and I didn't even recognize you for a while."
With a "pop" sound, Li Jiang blew the fire stick, and the cave suddenly became bright.
Li Jiang raised the fire seal in front of him and said, "Little Princess, please take a look again."
Zhao Min used the firelight to carefully observe the handsome young man one meter away. Gradually, she felt that the young man's eyebrows seemed to overlap with those of her friend in her memory.
"Brother Haichuan..." Zhao Min jumped up, hugged Li Jiang excitedly, put his head on Li Jiang's chest, and sobbed: "Where have you been in the past ten years? Do you know how many people I sent when I grew up?
Are the people going to inquire about you? But there is no good news at all for these trash!"
Li Jiang gently stroked the hair on the back of his head and said gently: "Don't blame them. I left the realm of Dayuan and went to Yidaili. They will definitely not be able to find me."
"Why do you have to run so far?" Zhao Ming raised his head slightly, revealing moist eyes.
Li Jiang was silent for a while and said in a low voice: "In order to survive! In the Yuan Empire, I am the son of a guilty minister, and I will be looked down upon no matter where I go. So I simply found a place that no one knows about to hide."
At this point, Li Jiang's voice became cheerful again, "Did you know? There is a delusional man in Italy. He said that he had been to Yuan Dynasty and wrote a travelogue. In the book, he described China as a place full of gold.
Haha, he also said that he served as an official under Kublai Khan."
"Oh, is it really true?" Zhao Min began to think about the palace records he had read.
Li Jiang patted her head lovingly and said: "Don't think about it. That person is just a figment based on hearsay. I guess he has been poisoned at most. But the local people in Europa believe him, so I just take it as such.
It’s just gossip after dinner.”
"Well" Zhao Min was interrupted from his thoughts, and then he felt a little embarrassed. He struggled slightly and withdrew from Li Jiang's arms.
"Brother Haichuan, why did you join the Ming Cult again?" Zhao Min asked to ease his embarrassment.
Li Jiang's expression darkened and he began to tell a story.
Not long after he stayed in Italy, the old servant who had been taking care of him passed away, leaving him as a teenager.
Without the money earned by the old servant working part-time jobs, he was cut off from his source of livelihood.
The young man had no survival skills, and all the Confucian knowledge he learned in the Central Plains would not earn him a single copper in this foreign land.
In order to survive, he did almost anything! He worked as a waiter in a restaurant, a laborer at the dock, a servant washing horses, and sometimes even worked as a beggar for a few days when he couldn't find a part-time job.
In fact, with his learning ability, he is not unable to do long-term work, but the white people there discriminate against all people of color, and no one uses him at all.
After experiencing all the contempt in the world, he came up with the idea that if he returns to his roots, he will die in his hometown, the Central Plains.
So he wandered eastward, but the road home was not a smooth one.
Because he was alone and weak, he was easily beaten and scolded on the way. The most dangerous thing was that he was kidnapped and trafficked twice. Although he finally escaped with his wit, he suffered a lot.
Just when he escaped for the second time and was injured, cold and hungry, he met the Persian Ming Cult.
The Persian Mingjiao likes to recruit young, carefree people, so he joined the Mingjiao and changed his name to Li Jiang and his courtesy name Haichuan.
Ten years later, with his intelligence and hard training, Li Jiang finally rose to the rank of the middle-level Feng Yun Wu Envoy of the Boqi Mingjiao, and was given the title: "Feng Liu Envoy", and was then sent to the Central Plains branch.
Hearing this, Zhao Min's face was filled with tears. She only felt heart-wrenching pain, and her heart was cut like a knife by the painful experience of brother Haichuan.
Li Jiang stretched out his hands, gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks with his thumbs, and comforted: "Don't cry, aren't I standing in front of you properly now?"
"Yeah," Zhao Min nodded and asked, "Brother Haichuan, do you have any mission from the Persian Ming Sect? Do you need my help?"
"No need!" Li Jiang shook his head, gently stroked her hair on the side of her ear, and said, "It's nothing important. You just want me to represent the Persian Archbishop in the Central Plains. But I have some personal matters..."
Li Jiang suddenly woke up and stopped talking.
"What's this private matter? Can't I help?" Zhao Min asked, her crystal eyes still filled with expectation.
"Hey..." Li Jiang pondered for a moment and said, "No need, it will make it difficult for you to do it!"
Zhao Min became anxious and said: "Nothing will be difficult for me to do. Even if I have to go up a mountain of swords or go down into a sea of fire, I can't stop me from helping you! Brother Haichuan, please tell me quickly."
Li Jiang struggled for a long time and then said: "Mei Min, you know that my father was tortured to death by the Hunjun. So I came back to take revenge, and I want him to pay with his blood!"
"Ah..." Zhao Min exclaimed, fell silent, lowered his head and thought to himself.
Li Qiang did not rush her, he took his hands back behind his back and looked up at the sky with a look of aloofness.
After thinking for a long time, Illumination gritted his teeth, as if he had made a decision, raised his head and said with determination: "Brother Haichuan, let me help you! Do you want the emperor's living conditions?"
Uh, is it so easy? Li Jiang was shocked. His initial plan was to cultivate a relationship with Zhao Min first, and then find an opportunity to ask Yuan Ting for information. Unexpectedly, the Mongolian girl dared to love and hate, so he agreed immediately.
In fact, Zhao Min also has her own considerations in mind. One is to vent her anger on Brother Haichuan; the other is that the current emperor is very suspicious of her father and uses traitors to suppress her at all times.
If you drop it, maybe the situation will be better.
Seeing Li Jiang's surprise, Zhao Min smiled sweetly and said, "Brother Haichuan, I'm not joking with you. How can I contact you in the future?"
"You don't need to contact me, I will come to you when the time comes." Li Jiang said after coming back to his senses.
Zhao Min suddenly became nervous, twirling a strand of long hair hanging by her ears with her fingers, and whispered: "Brother Haichuan, are you going to visit my boudoir at night?"
Li Jiang's face jumped, looking at her slightly lowered head and reddish ears, and then smelling the girlish scent on her body, he couldn't help but feel confused, and blurted out without thinking: "Then do you want me to break into the boudoir at night?