Chapter 1: A Family with a Sword Immortal grows up
Qingyang City is located in the Qingzhou area of Kyushu. Businessmen and merchants come and go on weekdays. In addition, this is an important fortress of the Kyushu Dynasty and the Tianyuan Dynasty, so it has become a prosperous place.
The sky was overcast, and the streets of Qingyang City were not as busy as in the past. A cold wind blew, and there seemed to be a few raindrops falling.
A young man in green clothes was walking on the street. He seemed to be only fourteen or fifteen years old. Although his appearance was not handsome, he was quite delicate. His eyes were narrowed and sparkling.
Raindrops fell on the young man's face, the cold wind hit him, and the young man's green clothes fluttered slightly. The rain fell on his mouth, and the young man smacked his lips. The rain was filled with a hint of bitterness...
The boy raised his hand and pointed at the small building next to him, yelling: "Damn it, that kid on the second floor, don't pee!"
Looking up, he saw a naughty boy swinging a bug on his crotch in an attic next to him. He made a face at the boy proudly and turned around to enter the attic.
The young man felt like he was vomiting and cursed secretly: "He's so pissed off. Why is this rainwater so salty and astringent? You're unlucky, I'll give you a beating sooner or later!"
The young man looked at the sky and saw that it was really going to rain. He walked quickly through several streets and came to a large house. The house was very impressive. The three characters "Zhuge Mansion" were written on the plaque on the door!
In front of the door of Zhuge Mansion stood two men dressed as servants. Seeing the young man arriving, they smiled and said: "Young Master, you are back~~"
The young man nodded lightly. Although the servant's words were polite, the young man could clearly see the disdain and contempt in his eyes.
Yes, the young man is the young master of the Zhuge Mansion, his name is Zhuge Buliang. I don’t know who named him Zhuge Buliang. Zhuge Buliang is destined to be eclipsed and unable to shine in this life.
Although Zhuge Buliang is the young master of the Zhuge Mansion, he is the concubine of the Zhuge family. He was the son of the head of the family, Zhuge Songtao, and a maid after he was drunk. He has no name and no identity. Zhuge Buliang's mother has died because of her difficulty.
Zhuge Buliang has had a low status in the Zhuge family since he was a child. Even some servants look down on him. Although he is called Young Master on the surface, Zhuge Buliang's status is poor and he feels that he is not even as good as a slave here.
Stepping into the mansion, the mansion is quite majestic with its cornices, pavilions and pavilions. The exotic flowers and plants blooming on both sides are fragrant, but Zhuge Bailiang turns a blind eye. He has been looking at the scenery here for more than ten years, and there is no trace of it.
What a surprise.
"Zhuge Buliang, where have you run to?" At this time, a delicate call came, with a little dissatisfaction.
Zhuge Buliang turned around, his brows immediately knitted together. Not far away stood a woman in a light yellow dress, with a handsome face and a graceful body, walking towards her with graceful steps.
"Sister Mu Yan." Even though Zhuge Buliang was very reluctant, he still called.
Zhuge Muyan is the daughter of Zhuge Buliang's second uncle. She cleverly walked up with lotus steps, with a hint of arrogance on her face, and said: "Zhuge Buliang, I asked you to cut materials and fodder for my horse riding in the snow.
Woolen cloth?"
"I have something to do today, I forgot about it." Zhuge Buliang curled his lips casually.
"Zhuge Buliang, don't forget your identity. How dare you not take the things I told you to heart!" Zhuge Muyan's face was arrogant and aloof.
"I'm not your slave, why should I do whatever you ask me to do!" Zhuge Buliang frowned.
"Hmph! You are just my uncle's concubine, born of a maid, and you dare to talk back to me! I tell you, you are worse than a slave in my eyes! If I don't see much fodder tomorrow, I will go to my uncle to sue you.
Please remember it!" Zhuge Muyan said angrily, glared at Zhuge Buliang fiercely, and turned around to leave.
Zhuge Buliang smiled miserably, this is the young master of the Zhuge family... he is not even as good as a slave.
I returned to my residence, which was an ordinary house in the backyard. Although the house was ordinary, it was not leaky and ventilated. I sat in front of it and looked at the gloomy sky.