"Stones can be broken, but hard ones cannot be taken away. Pills can be ground, but red ones cannot be taken away." Lu Shi Chun Qiu Integrity
The evening wind blew quietly from the shore to a high place. He looked at the puddles vaguely exposed among the reeds, shining with bright golden light. He saw several Yulin Lang holding bows and arrows in the reeds, looking around.
Searching for traces of the wild deer.
Qubei looked at everything below and said calmly: "What we have to do now is to remain obedient. At least the emperor of the Han family and those ministers know that we Xiongnu respect our superior country and will never rebel. Only in this way can we have a chance to return to the royal court.
Cultivation, sit back and watch the success or failure of the world. Before that, you"
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, the reeds as tall as a person suddenly fell down, and a white feather arrow suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
"over there!"
Meng Sun gave a strange cry, jerked his horse, and rushed down like a whirlwind.
"Stop! No shooting!" Qubei shouted anxiously from behind in Hun language.
At this time, Meng Sun only had eyes for the wounded wild deer. If the deer died by his hand, let alone the beautifully decorated carved bow in the hand of the Han emperor, he would not be able to shoot the Han emperor to death.
The fact that he shot the deer was enough for him to boast about for the rest of his life.
The fierce grandson was lying on the horse, the former overlord of the grassland, the blood of the Huns was boiling in his body. He rushed towards the frightened deer with an extremely fanatical expression, showing his innate talent for riding and shooting at high speeds.
The galloping horse straightened its back and drew its strong bow with all its strength.
Just listen
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
The sound of breaking the sky came from three directions almost at the same time, and one of the screams was the most unique. It was the sound made by the Ming Dy made by Qubei's ancestor, Xiongnu Chanyu Shanyu Maodun, and passed down.
It is sharper than the Han army's rattling arrows and is very easy to identify at this time.
The deer jumped into the air in the grass. The three arrows passed through the brilliant golden curtain formed by the sun and passed through the wind. They stabbed into the wild deer's body with dull force. One arrow hit the head, and the other two arrows hit the head.
The shot hit the abdomen.
The deer howled and immediately fell down on the golden grass. The bright red blood flowed out from the wound, dyeing the grass red and flowing into the puddle.
Meng Sun rode his horse and rushed there first. When he saw that the side of the deer's head was shot with his own unique bone arrowhead of the Huns, he couldn't help laughing. It was obvious that he gave the deer a fatal blow.
The deer killed by Meng Sun, the son of the wise king!
At this time, there was a huge noise all around, the sound of horse hooves trampled through the reeds, water splashed everywhere, and countless birds flew into the sky.
A Habayashi Lang came up from the left, holding an empty bow in his hand. His bulging chest made his uniform rise and fall slightly. His forehead was sweaty and he was breathing lightly.
"Is that you?" The Yu Linlang glanced at an arrow feather belonging to him on the deer's belly, then looked at the deer's head, and withdrew his gaze with regret.
"You mediocre dog!" Qubei rushed over angrily, raised his hand and whipped Meng Sun: "You don't even listen to my words, who allowed you to shoot him!"
Meng Sun refused to hide, and let the whip hit him, as if he didn't feel anything. He still refused to accept it, and argued forcefully: "Since the Emperor of the Han Dynasty has allowed us to shoot, why can't we shoot!"
"Idiot, you still don't understand, they can shoot this deer, but we can't!" Qubei cursed a few words in Hun language, then changed his face to a smile, and flattered the Yulin Lang with great enthusiasm.
: "This gentleman is really good at riding and shooting. He killed this deer with one arrow. I don't know what to call him?"
That Yu Linlang looked at the two Huns, suppressed the hatred in his heart, and simply replied: "Hou Zhe."
"Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you." Qubei smiled and said, "This deer belongs to Hou Lang!"
"Master, why are you doing this?" Meng Sun said immediately dissatisfied.
Qubei turned to look at Meng Sun, and his expression suddenly changed: "Shut up!"
"I didn't shoot that fatal arrow." Hou Zhe looked at the position of the arrow again and said calmly: "Logically, this deer should belong to you."
Not to mention that Hou Zhe's character would definitely not do anything greedy for merit. Even if he wanted to be greedy for merit, he would not accept the humility of a Huns.
Qubei couldn't help cursing in his heart that this man didn't know how to praise others. He smiled awkwardly and continued to encourage Hou Zhe Mei to do this, but Hou Zhe refused to accept any hard or soft words.
When he was in trouble, another Yu Linlang ran over on horseback from the farthest place. This person was Zhang Xiu.
Zhang Xiu glanced at the arrow wounds on the deer carcass and sighed: "What a pity."
Meng Sun understood this Chinese sentence and laughed proudly, as if the other party was praising him. He said to Qu Bei: "Since he doesn't want it, then this deer is mine."
Qubei ignored the stupid son and repeated the same words to Zhang Xiu, which made Hou Zhe standing aside frown greatly.
After Zhang Xiu heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, but he said calmly: "But this deer did die from the arrow on the head."
"No, no." Qubei quickly explained: "These three arrows hit the deer at the same time, in no particular order. It's just that my son was closest to the deer, and this Hou Lang was the second. Only Zhang Lang, you were the closest to the deer."
The farthest. This means that Zhang Lang was the first to discover this deer and the first to shoot an arrow, so this deer should be yours."
"Huh!" Meng Sun listened and turned blue with anger. He finally did not dare to disobey his father. After cursing a few words in a low voice in Hun dialect, he turned his horse and left.
"Where are you going!" Qubei shouted from behind.
"Go shoot the rabbit!" After Meng Sun finished speaking, he angrily rode his horse and ran along the shore.
Qu Bei had no choice but to turn back and continue to clean up the mess. He looked at Zhang Xiu and said, "Mr. Sir, please relax. I will vouch for you on my behalf. You were the one who shot this deer to death!"
Hou Zhe said nothing at the side. This time, he didn't learn about Wang Chang's greed for rewards through hearsay, but another private act of ignorance, which happened right in front of his eyes. The most important thing is that
, he was helpless in the face of all this, which had a huge impact on his heart, and he felt that the bottom line he had adhered to for many years was being shaken.
Zhang Xiu didn't know what Hou Zhe was thinking. Seeing that Hou Zhe was silent, he couldn't help asking, "What do Hou Lang think?"
What else could Hou Zhe do? There were four witnesses, one of whom ran away, and two of them secretly colluded to confess. He was the only one who could believe him when he was making empty claims? What’s more, they were both Yu Linlang and Zhang Xiu.
He is the nephew of Anji General Zhang Ji, and he is also half a student of Pingzhun Ling Jia Xu. But who is he? What can he do against Zhang Xiu?
Facing Zhang Xiu's confident expression and his deliberate attitude in asking this question, Hou Zhe felt very humiliated.
The resentment he had suppressed for a long time suddenly broke out. Hou Zhe reached out and pulled out his own arrow from the deer carcass. His arrows were easy to identify. Hou Zhe would carefully maintain his weapons and armor almost every day before going to bed. Time
After a long time, he even knew exactly which bird the feathers of each arrow came from.
Hou Zhe has been waiting in the best condition for the opportunity to make meritorious deeds, but unfortunately God has already given him many opportunities.
For Wang Chang, the world has changed long ago, but for Hou Zhe, the world has never changed.
Seeing Hou Zhe's stubborn back as he led the horse away, and tried to express his dissatisfaction with silence, Zhang Xiu's face suddenly changed, and he said to the hesitant Qubei: "Don't worry about him! A Yulin orphan like him
, don’t even think about a way out in this life!”
The record of Wang Chang comes from the biography of Dong Zhuo in the Chronicle of the Three Kingdoms: "Li Cai came out of the camp, and Jue sent a tiger to fight with Wang Chang to call him. Chang knew Li Zhongzhi, and even though he ordered him to go, he still answered Jue, saying that he could not catch up." There are even fewer records about Hou Zhe.
All we know is that he fled with Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty at the beginning: "The emperor was in charge of the boat, and the one who crossed the boat was Wang Cou, the servant, and the Marquis of Yulin killed dozens of people." Then he was killed by Cao Cao.
Comparing the two, Hou Zhe seems to be more loyal to the Han Dynasty, while Wang Chang is good at speculation, but still has a trace of conscience. There is no intersection between the two of them. I personally wrote them together and gave them different personalities. Mainly
I want to use these two extremes to reflect the different choices of the little people of that era when faced with the chaos of the world. But unfortunately, personal struggle still has to consider the process of history. I pushed up my glasses.