Chapter forty-six heart (this chapter is yesterday)
An army with mottled and scattered flags and uniforms was marching slowly through the mountains, and some of the troops who seemed to be the best and most well-equipped were surrounded and escorted by a creaking old oxen.
The car is near.
On this bullock cart, which was not very fast, but bumped and shook violently, I saw that I could not drive away except after I picked it up that day, but it always seemed to be a docile gray-haired dog hanging at the door, shaking its ears from time to time to show vigilance.
In addition, the little round face with no one around spoke again:
"Ancestor, please forgive me. Man'er didn't hide it intentionally at the beginning..."
"I understand, in that kind of situation where life and death are on the line, most people are already in chaos, so how can they think of saying anything more..."
Jiang Tian wrote lightly:
"What's more, for a stranger who has just met, it is abnormal to be honest and tell everything you know."
"Ancestor...Man'er..."
The little round-faced man bowed his head sadly after hearing this, but in his heart he felt that he was still disgusted by people after all. Just like in the early years between brothers and sisters, his father's favor was followed by polite indifference and cold politeness.
Alienation.
Then, the next moment, a big hand was pressed on the top of her head and she was gently rubbing it. She couldn't help but feel the strangeness that she had never experienced before, and she let out a cat-like sound, and she raised her pitiful little face in surprise.
"What nonsense are you thinking about?"
Jiang Tian, who felt very comfortable, held her little head in a simple bun and said:
"I said I want to support you Zhou Quan, so during this time I will try my best to protect you Zhou Quan, and don't think about anything else. There is no need to try your best to please me, just find a way to take care of yourself."
"Then what can Man'er do to make the ancestor stay in this world for a while longer?"
When the little round-faced man heard this, he felt a sense of panic and sadness in his heart:
"I'm afraid you, or most people in this world, can't afford this price..."
Jiang Tian couldn't help but smile calmly:
"Don't look at it. I only came across the border in response to the summons. This incomplete spiritual thought is always with you, but when the time comes, you still have to leave and return to heaven and earth."
"This is the general trend of the movement of heaven and earth, and it cannot be caught by human beings. So, don't expect too much from me. Right now, with a damaged divine mind, what I can do is quite limited."
"Ancestor!"
At this moment, she seemed to be able to feel the sincerity and detachment in the other person's words and she couldn't help but trembled: She couldn't help but have a sore nose and held back the tears that were about to overflow.
But she couldn't help but think of some of the past, those people who had grown up with her, whether they were nannies, maids, slaves or playmates, as long as she showed the slightest sign of being close to them, they would quickly disappear from her life.
Medium; just because the candidate can have it, but not depend on someone.
And when she finally understood, she could only suppress her overflowing emotions and out-of-touch nature, and learned to try her best to maintain the basic sense of propriety and decency of a woman in the office, with the exception of
He was actually the eldest brother who often boycotted his father, was privately and secretly scolded as an unruly and rebellious son, and died young in depression.
Then, suddenly one day, he was brought to Jinhae Kyung from the villa, and then he was stunned and stood in front of the Yin'an throne in the upper hall, held by his father with a sick face. He became the crown prince in charge of the state affairs.
Then before the city was destroyed, he took a group of arranged civil and military personnel and embarked on this long escape road full of dangers and difficulties.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but put her little face into the palm of the other person's hand, just to feel the warmth and peace of mind that came from this "elder" who didn't know how many generations back. This was also her
The only one I can rely on in the world.
"By the way, Madoka, what do I look like in your eyes?"
Faced with the sudden display of intimacy and dependence on the little round face, Jiang Tian was a little embarrassed. He said: As a straight man, his daily life is quite simple, and he has a lot of thoughts about relatives and social anxiety.
Political parties, he really has no experience in contacting and dealing with this type of political party that started three years ago and has the highest death penalty.
"Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor is naturally full of immortal energy, just like being both far and near in the mist. Man'er, Man'er, can you leave the true appearance of your ancestor to worship?"
The little round face said without hesitation:
"Oh, can you still draw?"
Jiang Tian was slightly interested:
"Man'er's paintings and sketches were personally taught by Master Yuchi of the Shang Dynasty..."
The little round face said with some nostalgia:
"Then what else can you do besides..."
Jiang Tian continued to ask:
"I have learned a few things about etiquette, music, calligraphy and painting, poetry, poetry, and arithmetic."
The little round face replied softly:
"Then have you studied Zhenguan Zhengyao, Taiping Yulan, Taibaiyin or Zhaoming Wenxuan?"
Jiang Tian continued to ask:
"I've only heard of his name, but I've never read it. I've learned to read Literary Mind and Diaolong."
The little round face was a little confused but he said calmly
"..."
It is obvious that all the things she has learned and is good at are of no use to the current situation! She doesn’t know why she was chosen as the Crown Prince;
Jiang Tian suddenly felt something unusual, and looked at the small round face leaning against him with some sympathy, and suddenly had a little suspicion. Then, he continued to ask:
"Then do you have any older siblings?"
"There is a deceased eldest brother of the crown prince, and two sisters from other palaces, all of whom are married; besides, there are only a few younger brothers and sisters left..."
The little round-faced man replied quite seriously:
"Then why were you designated as the crown prince? What was the situation like at that time?"
Jiang Tian continued to wonder:
"Reporting back to my ancestors, it is said that this is the regulation followed after the "Taixing Dali Conference"; the law that changed the "Zhou Rites" to allow the bloodline of the princes to continue."
The little round face said in a accustomed tone:
While the two were talking, a burst of noise slowly came from outside.
Jiang Tian slightly lifted the reed curtain and saw a group of fleeing people at the intersection ahead, mixed with merchants carrying luggage and bamboo baskets and rattan baskets. After seeing this army, he couldn't help but hold his breath in awe.
He gave way to the ravines and field ridges on the roadside, and he lowered his body in a jagged and timid manner.
"Make sure the key target survives for seventy-two hours. Countdown 32:51, progress (62%)"
Another prompt suddenly popped up in Jiang Tian's field of vision, which almost made him startled. Because the task progress inexplicably increased a little bit, could this be a lottery? The next moment, he felt something was wrong.
These fleeing people were too close; he immediately pressed the little round face’s head and shouted:
"Get down..."
Before he finished speaking, a burst of arrows suddenly shot out from the field covered with weeds. On the spot, they shot over a number of soldiers gathered around the bullock cart, and shot through them with almost a roar, seemingly without any protection.
The oxcart siding and curtains used made the surroundings suddenly become riddled with holes, revealing many tiny spots of light.
In an instant, among the refugees and traders who were bending their heads by the roadside, they suddenly drew their swords and chopped off the nearest soldier; they were suddenly caught off guard and rushed to pierce, stab, chop down, and knock over the soldiers.
On the ground; amidst the screams and fighting, the soldiers guarding the oxcart saw heavy casualties and blood flowed all over the ground.
The next moment, Jiang Tian reflexively used his physical body to suppress the prone round face, but he looked at the countdown prompt of "-0.001, -0.001," in his field of vision with some pain, but it was unavoidable in his heart.
Fortunately, it turns out that it is not that simple to clear up. No wonder the mission progress is stuck and has not been increased.
Fortunately, I chose "Battery Life", a functional module that can increase the duration of physical existence; otherwise, I would have lost the little round face mission target if I couldn't prevent it. And when I blocked the assassin disguised as a soldier again, it was the switch between virtual and real.
Caused by a brief stagnation function.
"Ancestor..."
But the little round face seemed to feel something, and cried out in a low voice: Because at this moment, Jiang Tian's back and shoulders and arms, which were covering her, were filled with many arrows, as if they were...
A large porcupine, or half a candied haws in a pile.
However, the next moment, as Jiang Tian, who was suppressing his frown, kept switching the projections, the arrows that were inserted one after another lost their support and attachment, and fell to the floor of the carriage with a clanking sound; suddenly there was a pile of bosses.
Dui. And Jiang Tian once again regained his calm and elegant demeanor.
"I'm fine!"
Although the body after materialization does not bleed or have wounds, it is obvious that it still feels pain when being poked, stabbed or slashed. Therefore, it seems that this ability cannot last for too long or be abused, but can only be used
It is only used as a temporary emergency measure.
Despite this, he still grabbed the bow and arrow hidden by his side and shot at the nearest attacker outside. He hit the eye socket with almost no obstruction and suddenly fell to the ground. Then he quickly took the arrow and moved to the next target.
, and then radiated through the chest, staggering and falling; then the third, fourth, fifth from near to far...
When Jiang Tian used his bow for the eleventh time and hit the neck of the half-length archer exposed in the grass; these attackers, who had lost their initial suddenness and gradually fell into decline and disadvantage in the fight, finally felt that the matter was no longer possible.
He gave up, threw the corpses on the ground amidst the whistle of the whistling birds, and fled into the sparse forest in the distance.
And in the process, with Jiang Tian's last round of bow firing, the two escaping attackers were hit in the back, as well as the legs and feet of another; and the progress bar of "Projection Weapon Mastery" also increased so much again.
A trace; but it gave him some unexpected but not unexpected gains.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, how are you?"
At this time, someone came to the side of the carriage again, and greeted him in a cold voice despite the pain: It was Hong Dashou, the leader of the militia who had just taken the initiative to deliver his troops yesterday and swore to follow him, and there was a clear sign on his shoulder.
Cut off with a knife.
"I have nothing to do, you are still fine."
Afterwards, the little round-faced person who received Jiang Tian’s suggestion immediately replied:
"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. Five of the young ones suffered injuries, and seven or eight others were injured, but they can still walk with us to the next village."
Hong Dashou expressed his gratitude and respect:
"The remaining forty-seven should continue to protect His Majesty to the death and have no worries."
"That's really hard on you. But at this moment, I have nothing else to do. I can only give you the title of Loyalty and Bravery as a reward. I will give you another reward in the future."
The little round face said softly:
"Little man...little man...thank you so much, Your Majesty. I will definitely repay you with a pink body!"
Hong Dashou, who was outside, became more and more grateful and said with a trembling voice: He was originally just a member of the Hong family in Anyang, a low-ranking little nobleman who lived in the countryside; so that in his generation, there are only consecutive foreigners left.
He has no identity as a village owner. Isn't it just for this opportunity to build a new family by breaking up the family and distributing wealth to raise a local militia?
Then, the little round-faced child saw Jiang Tian nodding his head approvingly to her. After all, he would not have been in this world for more than a day. But if he wanted to leave by himself, he would obviously be thrown away.
If she comes out to take the blame or is used as a bait to attract pursuers, it is still necessary to teach her something if she is not to be played or killed.
For example, how to appropriately grasp the demands of temporary followers and actively surrender to them, so that they can remain relatively loyal and dedicated for the time being.