My name is Zhao Buliang, the uncle of the dynasty's generalissimo Zhao Yutong and the husband of the regent princess.
But in fact, I am the son of a Uighur and a Han.
My real name is Hazi Wuyiguna.
My mother is Han, and she was taken back by my father.
My mother was the daughter of a merchant. She originally had a sweetheart, but her father took a fancy to her while she was on a business trip, and he snatched her away.
Within a year, my mother had me, so she hated me very much, and she hated my father even more.
As far back as I can remember, I have faced my mother’s disgusted face every day because I was not the child she wanted.
My father is the leader of the tribe. He has many women and countless children. ??
Sometimes I wonder if my father wants so many children to form an army.
But later I found out that we were all father’s food reserves
At that time, the tribe was surrounded and suppressed, and no food could be found in the tribe.
The cries of women and children could be heard in every tent.
My mother didn't cry, and I didn't cry either.
For some reason, I always have an ominous premonition that the more I cry, the more unlucky I will be.
Sure enough, that night, the father tied up all the women and children except his wife and her children, intending to use these people to help his people tide over the difficulties.
My mother and I were both locked in a cage. Directly opposite the cage was a tree.
Women and children were hung from trees every day. The screams made my scalp numb, and the sand on the ground was dyed blood red, emitting a disgusting rotten stench.
Many of these women were "darlings" who had been carefully cared for by their fathers.
But at this time, they all became meat in the pot.
My mother kept muttering to herself next to her, "I told you that man was a devil, but you didn't believe it. Why don't you believe it?"
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br> Soon it was my mother's turn to take the pot. When I was dragged out, my mother suddenly dragged me out together.
I also beg the man who is preparing to fight as a soldier and wants to use my life in place of my mother’s.
I felt that that was the tightest hug I had ever received from my mother.
The soldiers obviously did not expect that their mother would actually say such a thing, and they all laughed at her, saying that she, a Central Plains woman, was really ruthless and unjust.
The other women in the cage hugged the children in their arms tightly, seeming to look down on their mother's actions.
Seeing his mother's actions, the soldier sneered and agreed.
Unexpectedly, my mother actually made another request. She said she could deal with me with her own hands and asked the soldier if he could give her a bowl of soup.
Because my bones and flesh are all hers, it would be a great loss for her not to taste me.
My mother's cruelty made these people laugh. They not only agreed to my mother's request, but also asked my mother to wash my body in person.
My mother and I were taken to the river. My mother took a horse hair brush and brushed my whole body with bruises. She kept mumbling to herself, "I want to have a taste, I must have a taste."
The soldiers obviously did not expect that their mother would actually say such a thing, and they all laughed at her, saying that she, a Central Plains woman, was really ruthless and unjust.
The other women in the cage hugged the children in their arms tightly, seeming to express their disdain for their mother through actions.
But my mother refused to give in, still dragging me tightly, as if she was determined to drag me to die together.
Seeing his mother's actions, the soldier sneered and agreed.
Because the mother is the most beautiful woman in the tribe, and the father also deserves them. When these women are dying,
They can all enjoy it as they please.
Just by changing the order of cooking, they can let this beauty like their mother accompany them one more time, and they will naturally be willing to do so.
Unexpectedly, after seeing their agreement, my mother actually made another request. She said that she could deal with me with her own hands, and asked the soldiers if they could share a bowl of soup with her.
After all, my bones and flesh are hers, and she would be at a loss if she doesn't taste me.
My mother's cruelty made these people laugh. Not only did they agree to my mother's request, they even asked me to wash my body in person.
So, my mother and I were pushed to the river by them, and my mother took a horse hair brush and brushed my whole body with bruises.
My mother's spirit seemed to be very abnormal. Her eyes were moving around without focus, and she kept mumbling to herself, "I want to have a taste, I must have a taste."
It was late autumn, and a thin layer of ice had formed on the river. The stimulation of the ice water and the pain on my body made me shiver. .??.
I subconsciously hid in the center of the river, but the brush in my mother's hand kept chasing me.
It wasn't until the river water reached my chest that my mother firmly grabbed my arm with her hands.
Her eyes were also staring at me closely, as if she wanted to eat me up with her eyes.
I wanted to cry out that it hurt, but I closed my mouth when I saw the look in my mother's eyes.
Although I couldn't understand the meaning in those eyes, I was sure it wasn't hate.
The few people staring at us were obviously bored. They came together and started chatting, and occasionally glanced at my mother jokingly.
Just when those people gathered together and started talking and joking, my mother's movements suddenly stopped, and then she clearly said to me, "If you want to stay alive, go back to the Central Plains."
I wanted to ask my mother what she meant, but she pushed me to a place where the water flow was more rapid.
My feet slipped and I was swept away.
I kept flopping in the river, trying to keep my face above the water, because I couldn't breathe.
In a daze, I saw my mother rushing towards the soldiers who were about to attack us, and then someone broke her neck.
I struggled to help my mother, but ended up being carried further and further away by the river.
When I woke up again, I found that I was in a safe place.
I want to go back to find my mother, or at least find her body.
However, having never left home, I couldn't find the direction of the tribe at all.
In desperation, I could only follow my mother's instructions and walk step by step towards the Central Plains that everyone said.
Maybe I was born with a low life, but I actually made it to the Central Plains alive.
Later, I was picked up by the love of my life
From then on, I got a name from the Central Plains people and gradually learned the language of the Central Plains people.
It's just that after pretending to be mute for a long time, my desire to speak is getting less and less.
The time I spent thinking was getting longer and longer. I really wanted to know what my mother was thinking at that time.
She obviously hates me so much, so why would she try to save me?
I always felt that General Zhao seemed to know everything, but she never asked me anything, and even kept me and Mancang together with confidence.
But every time I see the way General Zhao and Mancang get along, I think of my mother.
Mancang liked to stick to the general's side, but General Zhao never had a good attitude toward Mancang. Several times when Mancang was injured, she would add insult to injury.
When teaching Mancang martial arts, she would never show mercy.
I was afraid that there would be a gap between Mancang and the General, so I often comforted Mancang in private.
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