Prince Longqing walked alone in the wind and snow, with the nymphomaniac Lu Chenjia following silently not far away. The snow horse kicked its hooves silently to slowly eliminate fatigue. He walked from morning to dusk, and then from dusk to morning. I don’t know how many days he walked.
, no matter how far we have walked, the dark night in the northern part of the wasteland is still so far away, and the distance has not been shortened.
On the way, Prince Longqing held a handful of snow and chewed it when he was thirsty, and sipped a few sips of water when he was hungry. He became weaker and weaker as he walked, as if he might fall down at any time and never get up again. Lu Chenjia had been silently waiting for that moment to come, but even though he fell
I made many changes, but every time I had to get up with difficulty. I don’t know how there is so much vitality in my thin body.
Lu Chenjia looked silently at the figure dozens of feet away, just keeping a distance and not intending to step forward, because she knew he didn't like it. When she was thirsty, she would hold a handful of snow to chew, and when she was hungry, she would take out dry food from the horse's back.
While eating, looking at the figure who was weak from hunger, it took a lot of effort to suppress the urge to deliver food.
From the beginning of the snow to the end of the snow, from the rise of the wind to the end of the wind, the two of them and the horse were still on the cold black and white wasteland, with the majestic Tianqi Mountains faintly visible in the distance behind. It seemed that they could walk no matter what.
No way out of this hopeless world.
One day, Prince Longqing suddenly stopped and looked at the distant night in the north. His fingers, as thin as a dead tree, trembled slightly, and then he let go. A branch he had picked up a few days ago fell from his palm.
There was a slap on his foot. He looked down at his gray-white toenails where the branches had fallen and found that there was no blood.
He raised his head and continued to squint at the northern night, then slowly turned around, looked at Lu Chenjia dozens of feet away, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm hungry."
Lu Chenjia's eyes became wet and he almost cried. He forced himself to calm down, took out the dry food with trembling hands, softened it with warm water that was secretly prepared every day! Then he held it in front of him.
Long Qing didn't say anything else. He just swallowed the food in a hurry with her no longer delicate and rough palms, then rubbed his throat with satisfaction and got back on the road.
It's just that this time he no longer went north, without any sign, without any reason, without any words. He thought he had been abandoned by Haotian, and no longer tried to escape into the embrace of the night. Instead, he turned around and headed south to the Central Plains.
Lu Chenjia stared at his back blankly. Her joyful mood gradually turned cold, because she confirmed that this was not Long Qing's decision to regain his life, but that he was really desperate, including despair of the night.
, yes he is still alive, but is this kind of living person Long Qing?
She led the snow horse and followed Long Qing, secretly looked at his face, lowered her head and whispered softly: "Actually, it's good to go back to Chengjing. When you were in Taoshan, you often said you missed the palace garden. Should I go with you?"
Prince Longqing gave her an indifferent look. It was no longer the condescending and proud indifference, but the indifference of a self-destructive passerby. He mocked and said: "Why are you so stupid? What are you doing back in Chengjing?"
Was he assassinated by ministers loyal to Chongming? Or was he ordered to die by his father for the sake of the overall situation?"
Lu Chenjia was stunned, and immediately woke up, understanding that if Long Qing returned to Chengjing, the capital of Yan State, he might not be able to see the morning of the next day at all, because now he is not the son of Xiling God with the support of the temple, but just an ordinary person
, involved in the dangerous matter of seizing the legitimate son, how can there be any luck?
"Master Headmaster has always admired you, and besides, there is also the Judgment Seat..." She said cautiously.
"Stupid, do you really think that Peach Mountain is a bright and holy place?"
Prince Longqing looked at her and said mockingly: "What you appreciate and what you value, it all depends on your strength. Ye Hongyu can't lie. There is no need for her to lie. I have been shot by Ning Que and turned into a useless person. I still have to do anything to the temple."
What's the use? Do you think that because I'm good-looking, I can really attract believers for the temple? Those old guys on Taoshan have nothing to fear except Haotian, how can they have such cheap sympathy like yours?"
These words were harsh and resentful, but they could not be refuted at all. Lu Chenjia lowered his head silently and murmured: "If you really can't go to Yuelun, okay? You know I have prepared a garden in Jingshan and have been waiting for you to see it.
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When she said the word "moon wheel", she knew she was wrong.
As expected, Prince Longqing's face became more and more indifferent, and his eyes even showed disgust. He stared at her face and said resentfully: "I don't go north anymore because you, this annoying woman, always follow me. Why does Ming Jun...
Maybe you see my sincerity? I don’t want to die, so I have to go south, it’s as simple as that, but my not wanting to die has nothing to do with you, so if you are willing to give me food, you’d better shut up.”
Lu Chenjia slowly clenched his fists, pursed his lips tightly, looked at the shadow cast by the setting sun in the wasteland, looked at his own shadow and the shadow of the man opposite him, and found that no matter what, they could not overlap.
Go all the way south, keep going south.
The wind and snow have disappeared, but there are still traces of beasts in the wild. The longer you walk south, the closer you are to the prosperous and real human world. However, the shadows of two people and a horse on the surface of the wasteland, slowly traveling south, always maintain a sad distance.
The Yan State is located at the northern end of the mainland, bordering the Zuozhang Royal Court on the grassland, and there is such a terrifying existence as the Tang Empire beside it. Therefore, the national power cannot be said to be powerful, and the people cannot be said to be wealthy. It is the end of the year.
At that time, the deep winter chill was raging, and homeless beggars who lacked food and clothing could be seen everywhere in the capital city.
A thin beggar may arouse the sympathy of the people, but a hundred thin beggars may only arouse the disgust and fear of the people. The bosses of the hotel canteens in the streets and alleys of Chengjing see beggars everywhere, so naturally they cannot be like them.
As colleagues in Chang'an City enjoy giving porridge, whether the beggar can eat enough depends on his own ability.
A thin, ghost-like beggar, holding a broken bowl, was walking aimlessly in the streets of Chengjing City. He did not attract anyone's attention, nor did the familiar street scenes in the alleys attract his attention.
’s attention, all his attention was occupied by the restaurant in the hotel
I was attracted by the scent, but it was a pity that it was obvious that he did not have a unique skill in begging like those old beggars. The coat on his body still smelled sour in the cold wind and was more tangled than the city gate rope.
His dirty and messy hair made it impossible for him to enter those places.
He was kicked out of three restaurants in a row, especially the waiter at the last one, who hit him hard on the thigh with a stick and kicked him to the middle of the street.
The skinny beggar's face was covered with dirt, and his age could not be seen at all. He had his hands on his hips, holding an even more broken bowl that had been smashed, and was yelling at the restaurant in the middle of the street. All kinds of obscenities were louder than his.
The mud on his body still smelled fishy. It wasn't until the waiter rushed out with a stick that he fled in panic. His original identity, demeanor and mouth could not be seen.
At the other end of the street, Lu Chenjia, a nymphomaniac, was holding a snow horse. She was looking at this scene in despair, holding the reins tightly in her right hand. There was a slight glistening moisture in her eyes, but she still did not shed tears, because she still had hope.
On the way back from the wilderness, she had already washed herself and changed into clean clothes. However, because of her unhealthy complexion and thin figure, she looked particularly haggard and pitiful. If it weren't for the snow horse next to her, she would
Knowing that it is a valuable thing, I don't know how many gatekeepers or people in the world would be malicious to her.
In the past few days, she had watched Long Qing return to the capital of the Yan Kingdom incognito, watched him wandering in the streets and alleys, at the lowest level of the world, watched him being greeted by a waiter with a stick in a restaurant, watched him struggle to survive, and couldn't help but think several times.
He wanted to step forward, but he didn't dare, because the road back from the wilderness
On the way, Long Qing stopped asking her for food after seeing people around him. Whenever she wanted to help, he would yell like crazy and even pick up everything he could touch and throw it at her, no matter it was
Stone is still mud, except for the broken bowl used for begging.
Lu Chenjia was very sad. Her sadness lay in Long Qing's current situation, in Long Qing's driving away from him, and even more so in the fact that she found that Long Qing could only hit himself with stones and mud like a naughty boy or a real beggar. She would realize this every time she thought of Long Qing.
In this reality, how painful and uncomfortable must it be for him to be sensitive and proud?
Prince Longqing, who had become a beggar, finally begged and snatched half a steamed bun from a woman's basket in the evening. He proudly stuffed the steamed bun into his arms, thinking about the bun hidden in his residence.
Half a vat of cabbage and clapper soup, humming a romantic song that I heard from my classmates in Xiling Tianyu Academy in the early years, and walked out of the city in my worn shoes.
There is a Taoist temple outside the city. Prince Longqing passed the Taoist temple without entering, and did not even look at the Taoist temple. In the past, if the Taoist temple knew that Prince Longqing was outside, it would definitely clear the entire temple, sprinkle water on the pavement, and treat him like an ancestor.
He was welcomed in, but when the little Taoist boy learned that he wanted to stay overnight at the Taoist temple a few days ago, his eyes were so contemptuous.
Therefore, Longqing did not live in a Taoist temple. He lived in an abandoned Buddhist temple outside the city.
Now Longqing is very dirty, unkempt, and his hair cannot be untied. Fortunately, it is winter, the wounds on his chest and abdomen are not rotten, and there are no mosquitoes following him, otherwise the beggars in the abandoned temple will not allow him to stay here.
Returning to the abandoned temple, Long Qing found that he was not too hungry, at least not as hungry as when he begged the woman for food in the wasteland, so he decided to save the half of the steamed bun to eat tomorrow, covering himself with satisfaction and bulging slightly.
With my stomach rising, I imagined the taste of the steamed buns soaked in cabbage and bangzi soup tomorrow morning, and fell asleep sweetly.
Lu Chenjia held the snow horse and silently looked at the firelight coming from the abandoned temple in the night. She knew that there were many beggars inside, and she also knew that the beggars were probably bragging to each other about their begging gains today. After a moment of silence, she
He turned around and left, but didn't go far. He rested for the night in a forest not far from the abandoned temple.
She thought that Long Qing didn't realize that she was still following him, because she was a strong person in the Dongxuan realm after all, and Long Qing was just an ordinary person now. However, she forgot one thing. As a couple who had known each other for many years, she didn't need to use her mind to perceive it.
You can often clearly feel where Long Qing is, which has become a habit or intuition.
Fortunately or unfortunately, Long Qing also had this intuition.