Story: He is a handsome and rich prince who turns away a noble woman, but asks to marry a small beggar

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1

Tiansheng Avenue is bustling with people, the liquor store song building is bustling, the ears are filled with all kinds of exquisite shouts, the seller spits out a ball of fire in the middle of the crowd, which attracts a burst of applause, and the bun of the family on the street corner has just come out of the pot, overflowing with fragrance, hooking a small beggar under the opposite wall to lick his lips.

While rubbing his hungry stomach, the little beggar raised his hand on his eyebrow and looked at the sun, and then he heard the door open not far away, and a few people came out of it, and brought out the gift box that had just been brought into the mansion as it was, and left with an embarrassed face.

The little beggar sneaked a laugh in the corner, and blew again.

Squinting in the sun for a while, there were footsteps gradually approaching, and a shadow shrouded her, and she knew who it was without looking.

She closed her eyes and slept to death, but the tip of her nose smelled of osmanthus cake, and she immediately opened her eyes without hesitation, took the pastry and stuffed it into her mouth.

The visitor was a prince with a jade-faced face, dressed in an elegant and clean literati robe, and despite the people coming and going on the street, he squatted down next to the little beggar with dignity and dignity, and watched her swallow carefully.

The little beggar was in a hurry, choking so hard that the boy did not hesitate to help her beat her back, and finally pounded the piece of cake in her throat.

Seeing that she had finished eating, Zhuang Dubu did not hurry to speak slowly: "Ruin my reputation, ruin my marriage, how to calculate this account?" ”

The little beggar coughed twice, removed a piece of residue stuck to his chin and stuffed it into his mouth, and said weakly, "Didn't you tell me to spread some news..."

"I'm telling you to let the wind blow and say I have a stubborn disease." Zhuang Dubu looked at her fiercely, "But I didn't tell you to go around telling people that I wouldn't lift." ”

"In the end, this method is good, isn't it?" The little beggar smiled at him cheekily, "You see, there are only three families coming to the door this month to propose to him, if I hadn't thought of such a good statement, your threshold would have been changed a few days ago!" ”

Zhuang Dubu smiled slightly, gritted his teeth and said, "Then I really should thank you for helping me never have any troubles." ”

He was clearly a dancing scholar, a pair of sharp phoenix eyes but hidden sharp, the little beggar hung his head to avoid his gaze, and laughed twice, "Oh hehehe, you're welcome, you're welcome, that... So what do we mean by good pay? ”

Zhuang Dubu stood up, looked down at her coldly, and said, "Fang Cai has already been eaten by you." ”

After saying that, he stepped into the mansion without turning his head, and the door slammed shut, shaking the little beggar's body.

"Just this temper." The little beggar skimmed his lips, "Whoever marries is unlucky." ”

However, the big ladies in Kyoto don't think so.

Three months ago, Zhuang Du walked into Beijing silently and lived in such an inconspicuous mansion, and the next day because he shot a painting, he showed his face in the liquor store, which attracted countless attention.

But it was a student who sold paintings, and he was fortunate to have a good appearance, but the people who proposed relatives flocked to him, and Zhuang Dubu was tired of coping, so he found the little beggar at the door to release some wind noises outside, so that those people could retreat in frustration.

Who knew that the news had spread all over the city, and there was even a girl who was willing to marry in as a nun for that face.

Can it be eaten as a meal?

The little beggar sat alone in the corner of the wall and shook his head, put the veil used to wrap the pastry on the side of his nose and sniffed it, and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers was refreshing.

2

Late autumn is quite cool, the study of the mansion is only a bean lamp, the owner sits at the table, writing ink.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, Zhuang Dubu swung his green shirt and opened the door, and outside stood a dirty little beggar, his facial features were buried in the dirt, and a pair of eyes were like two night pearls embedded in the mud, and he blinked at him.

"How did you get in?" The sound of Zhuang Dubu was even cooler than this autumn night.

"Drill, drill dog holes."

Zhuang Dubu took a deep breath, and his eyes narrowed narrowly, with the meaning of interrogation, "My family does not have dogs, there are no dog holes." ”

The little beggar stammered, lowered his head and said pitifully, "I came in through the wall." ”

Every wall was set up by him, and it was impossible for someone without some effort to turn in with all his tails, but Zhuang Dubu did not continue the interrogation, and there was a cool breeze outside the house, and he turned sideways, "Come in." ”

The ragged little beggar came in and went straight to the charcoal cage to roast the fire.

Zhuang Dubu ignored her, returned to the table and picked up the pen again, "What are you here for?" ”

The little beggar cleared his throat and exhausted the insignificant undertone: "Ask for an account!" ”

"You've eaten it." Zhuang Du did not raise his head, and said across the screen, "If I were you, I should have run far away at this time, lest the owner of this house wake up in the middle of the night and open the door to let the dog bite people." ”

"But you don't have any dogs." The little beggar grabbed the edge of the screen, leaned in and said grievously: "I have found a lot of brothers to help me with this, but if I don't want money, I can't explain it to people." ”

The streets are full of tongues shouting that he will not lift, and he still has to pay for it?

Zhuang Dubu almost broke the pen shaft, one side of the eyes, the brow suddenly wrinkled, and the phoenix eyes were firmly fixed on those dirty hands.

The little beggar suddenly withdrew his hand, but it was too late, and several black finger prints were left on the white screen.

Zhuang Du walked silently for half a day, as if he was adjusting his breath, and the little beggar always felt that the next moment he would spew fire at himself, just like an entertainer on the street.

But in the end, he did not throw fire, always maintained the demeanor of a humble gentleman, and took the money bag from his waist and threw it to her.

"Thank you Uncle! Uncle Fulu is healthy! The little beggar said an auspicious word in passing, jumped and jumped with his money bag to leave, and suddenly stopped and stared at a plate of osmanthus cakes on the table.

This thing is better than the bun across the street!

"I..." The little beggar pointed to the osmanthus cake, "can I eat another one?" ”

Zhuang Dubu did not respond, the little beggar when he was acquiescing, directly reached out and grabbed the plate, who knew that Zhuang Dubu suddenly followed the arrow, grabbed her wrist.

"I'm me, I'm not eating!"

She was dragged by Zhuang Dubu and thought she was about to be thrown out, but Zhuang Dubu just pressed her hand into the warm basin of water.

The pair of fingers was well knuckled, had made countless good paintings, and now he was holding the dirty paws of a beggar and gently washing away the stains on them.

At this moment, Su Ri's mind was pure, so that the little beggar did not know what he was thinking.

After washing her hands, Zhuang Dubu wet the veil again, and wanted to help her wipe her face.

The little beggar's two arms were blocked in front of his face, as if the martyr was guarding the inviolable virginity, "No washing, no washing!" Just rely on this layer of mud to survive the winter! ”

Zhuang Dubu held up a steaming veil, looking sheepish, the little beggar covered his face, could not see the loss that flashed in his eyes, and heard him say in a clear voice: "Go and eat." ”

3

The little beggar held the plate and chewed the osmanthus cake, watching his eyes focus, the nose peak was high, and a few strokes sketched the dark fingerprints into a branch of ink plum,

She suddenly understood the young girls who were pregnant with spring, this... It seems to be quite attractive ha.

The little beggar wiped his mouth, wiping away the saliva that did not know whether it was for the osmanthus cake or for the people in front of him.

"Why did you become a beggar?" Zhuang Dubu suddenly made a sound and handed her a cup of tea in time.

Osmanthus cake is delicious, it is too choking.

The little beggar swallowed the tea and stroked his chest for half a day before he brazenly said, "Inherit the ancestral inheritance." ”

"Then your family is really blessed." Zhuang Dubu sneered and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Whoever wants to eat has a name?" She said, "Hey, little beggar, ask for rice flowers—look at it!" ”

Zhuang Dubu looked at her heartless and lungless appearance, and the emotion in her eyes was obscure.

"I thought it would be passed down from generation to generation, and naturally it would be possible to have a name."

The little beggar put down the empty plate, rubbed his round belly, and said contentedly, "Thank you Uncle for your kindness!" The little one is rolling! ”

Zhuang Dubu did not say a word, she was about to leave, but she heard Elder Zhuang come to the door to report: "Gongzi, your distinguished guest is coming." ”

It had been three months since he had entered Beijing, and he was waiting for this "distinguished guest" tonight, so he instructed Elder Zhuang to bring them directly if anyone came.

At that time, I did not expect that the little beggar would also come, and now that I have touched inside and outside, it is inevitable that I will be embarrassed to go out at this moment.

"You stay behind the screen and don't make a sound."

After saying this, Zhuang Du stepped out of the screen and went to open the door, and the little beggar had to pick up the plate again and lick the sweet residue on it.

"Zhuang mou has been waiting for a long time."

The tone of the other person was excited: "A cold snow ink plum, I recognized the mountain phoenix, and the gentleman was finally willing to go out of the mountain." ”

The little beggar pressed his ear to the screen and couldn't resist eavesdropping.

It is no wonder that a person who sells calligraphy and paintings can attract so many officials and nobles to compete, not only because of that face, but also because he is the only disciple of the Mingshan resident, known as the Mingshan Phoenix.

The phoenix is not a sycamore or a perch, if he chooses which branch to land on, which one will inevitably flourish and go straight up to the clouds.

The comer was the fifth prince of the dynasty, who had been in direct confrontation with the prince for many years, and came at night to draw Zhuang Dubu into his camp.

The two sat facing each other in front of the dwarf, talking about the current situation, and inevitably mentioned the crown prince.

Prince, prince...

Behind the screen, the little beggar's round eyes suddenly became cold, like a skinny wild dog, which could still show its fierce light when encountering predators.

4

Things went far more smoothly than the fifth prince imagined, and he couldn't help but take the initiative to ask whether Zhuang Dubu wanted to mention any conditions.

Across the screen, the little beggar could not see Zhuang Dubu's expression, and could only hear him say in a low voice: "I want to overturn the case for the Song family." ”

"This..." The fifth prince hesitated a little, not because he felt embarrassed, but because this was really not a requirement, "In the past years, he was the prince who became the prince by relying on the Song family's conspiracy case, and we want to overthrow him. ”

"Nothing." Zhuang Dubu said firmly, "Only this one." ”

The fifth prince happily agreed, and after a few polite remarks with Zhuang Dubu, he resigned and left.

After Zhuang Du walked back to the screen, the little beggar was holding a pen and pasting on the paper, and when he saw it, he laughed twice in embarrassment, as if he didn't hear what was said outside.

"Refused to meet the person who proposed the kiss, and the men at night talked for so long." The little beggar bit his pen and said, "Could it be... Are you a broken sleeve? ”

Zhuang Dubu's phoenix eyes seemed to be disgusted, and his eyes wandered around her dirty little face, as if he wanted to grasp something. However, that layer of mud is like a solid shell, hiding everything without revealing anything.

Finally he half-lowered his eyes and said, "Let's go." ”

The little beggar had just gone outside, but he heard another voice: "Wait a minute-"

Zhuang Dubu glanced at her thin clothes, went to the closet to pull out his fur collar, and said to her: "It's cold, it's cold outside." ”

"Yow! That's good clothes! The little beggar did not dare to touch it, "How can it be eaten after wearing it?" Don't take it, don't take it! ”

"Then don't ask for food!" Zhuang Dubu frowned slightly, and suddenly felt a little impetuous, "Come to my house to do things, and I will pay you." ”

"Whoever wants to eat for a slave is free?" The little beggar shook his head, "Don't do it, don't do it!" I won't do it if I exchange the Heavenly King Lao Tzu for lao tzu! ”

Zhuang Dubu completely lost patience, forcibly draped the big beggar on the body, and said with a worried face: "You have passed through, I don't want it, go out." ”

The little beggar looked at him, as if if he had said one more word, he would be cursed by the shrew, so he had to wear a quilt-like big hat and walk away with his ass dangling.

After she left, Zhuang Dubu sighed angrily, followed by an irrepressible heartache.

Pacing over to see her paintings, a few messy strokes are like painting a pile of firewood, but Zhuang Dubu still sees the pattern covered by the chaotic brushes, which is a locust tree that has been cut and dug into roots.

And when the prince of the dynasty, it is called Ming Huai.

5

The carriage slowly drove on Tiansheng Avenue, and the bell hanging on the curtain reminded the pedestrians to avoid seeing it, and also showed that this person was the guest of honor of the five princes, the most important person.

The little beggar was awakened by the bell, and with great annoyance he covered his head with a large trunk so that he could go to sleep.

It was getting colder every day, but it was warm enough to tell her to go to sleep to pass the time.

Suddenly something came in, the cold nose sniffed hard on her face, it really disturbed her from sleeping peacefully, and she lifted the big hat full of anger, only to find that it was a dog cub who was still wet with milk, and Zhuang Dubu did not know when to crouch in front of her, with a look of schadenfreude.

"Uncle, this thing doesn't have much meat." The little beggar carried the back of the little dog's neck, "You want something else." ”

"This is the famous dog from Saibei that the fifth prince just sent." Zhuang Dubu took the dog into his arms and stroked its back hair, "At present, my family lacks a dog to hold a mane, manage to eat and live, pay a month of 12, the rest do not have to do anything, only manage the dog." How, consider? ”

It is reasonable to say that this is simply a bodhisattva under the mortals, but the little beggar yawned, waved his hand, and said, "Heaven and earth are idle, and you should not be a slave of others, so you should ask other beggars along the street." ”

He rolled over and went back to sleep with his back to him.

The smile in Zhuang Dubu's eyes suddenly cooled, but the corners of his lips still maintained a curvature, looked at the sky, and said in a quiet voice: "Within two days, it will definitely snow, the old temple in the south of the city has been demolished, how are you going to live this winter?" ”

A lazy voice came from the big trunk: "By the golden bell cover and the iron cloth shirt." ”

Suddenly he opened his eyes and thought, how did he know the old temple in the south of the city?

"Is there anything cannibalistic in my house?" Zhuang Dubu fengfeng's eyes were fierce, "But any beggar who is not sick in the brain will not refuse, what are you hiding?" ”

The little beggar "sighed" impatiently, sat up and said to him: "Uncle Zhuang, there is nothing to always crouch here and break my thoughts with me, don't you have some disease in your brain?" Yes, the big ladies in Beijing rush to woo you, but I am not rare, don't let us beggars have to summon them to come and go, you have a golden house, not as big as this heaven and earth. ”

Zhuang Dubu looked at her for a long time, the emotion in his eyes rolled unclear, and finally carried the dog back to the house without a word.

"Let's change places to ask for food, I have offended him like this today, and maybe I will really let the dog bite me at night."

The little beggar sat in the same place with a sad face, patronizing this good place of the sun and the head, and did not think that the little milk dog did not have teeth at all.

Zhuang Dubu book was tired of reading, straightened his body and rubbed the bridge of his nose, the old case was dusty for more than ten years, looking for clues and traces was easy to talk about, he was very hurt, and his heart was still worried about the unknown villain outside, so he couldn't help but be irritable.

"Elder Zhuang." He called out the door.

Elder Zhuang immediately pushed the door inside, and without waiting for him to ask anything, he took the initiative to pray: "I have eaten, it is the bun on the street corner, I was with the boss before, deliberately steaming a few and throwing them away, she did not notice." ”

"Hmm." Zhuang Dubu was still rubbing the bridge of his nose, thinking that there was nothing to say for half a day, so he waved him down.

Before going down the mountain, he thought about how dangerous it was to shake the prince and how difficult it would be to overturn the case, but he didn't want the most difficult thing was that his heart was difficult to treat.

It was now winter, but the window of the study was always wide open, and the table was by the window, so that he could know the warmth and cold outside when he sat there.

After meeting with the fifth prince, he strengthened the organs of the courtyard wall to prevent the prince from sending people to assassinate him.

But this also made it impossible for the little beggar to turn in at will.

The case was tired, and Zhuang Dubu had to stop and slow down from time to time, slowly slowly and did not know when he would fall asleep.

Later something was blown in by the wind, drifted into his collar, and woke the man up, and he looked out the window with sleepy eyes, and it turned out that it was snowing, and looking at the thickness of the snow on the eaves, it should have been raining for a long time.

Zhuang Dubu suddenly woke up, and even the coat was too late to put on, and he ran out in a panic.

Late at night, the street was empty, and there was a clump of things on the side of the wall that was completely covered by snow, so Zhuang Du took a few steps and ran over, and when he opened the big trunk, he saw that the little beggar had frozen unconscious.

He immediately took the big man back to the mansion with him.

6

That year Chinese New Year's Eve, kyoto was also full of snow.

The Song palace had already set up lights a few days ago, and a banquet was set up in the palace, even if it was a day of family reunion, song Bin, the commander of the forbidden army, was not allowed to rest, but on the contrary, he had to be on martial law to protect the royal family from peace and security.

Before leaving the door, Song Bin left a heavy bag of pressed money at the head of his daughter's bed.

As soon as the little girl woke up, she held the money bag and counted, washed her face and ate after finishing her work, and after a few mouthfuls, she ran to the courtyard to practice with the brothers and brothers.

The grandmother ran behind her with a cotton coat, scolding her for wearing less clothes as she ran.

Peerless shouted in a righteous manner: "People who practice martial arts, practice three nines in winter and practice three volts in summer, and have their own golden bell cover iron cloth shirt protective body!" ”

He was not very old, and his tone was not small, which caused the brothers and masters to laugh a lot, and the horse steps could not be stabilized.

Even if it was time to eat Chinese New Year's Eve dinner in the evening, Song Bin did not come back, and he only ate four dumplings in a sad way, and he was anxious to go out to light fireworks, and the courtyard was not yet successful, so that he had to go to the street so that his father could see her as soon as he returned.

Holding a small firework, sprinkling Mars, the little girl's nose was frozen into a small carrot, and suddenly heard the noise in the alley next to her.

She ran over and took a look, dude, that's got to go— a bunch of people beat one up!

Peerless threw away the fireworks, went up and punched and kicked those little screaming flowers away, and then looked at this on the ground, bloodied face, trembling like a dying wild dog cub.

So on the first day of the new year, the little girl picked up a little beggar and went home.

The doctor came to deal with it, and when peerless saw the person again, the little beggar was full of gauze wrapped around his head, leaving a pair of eyes, two nostrils and a mouth.

That mouth is still quite edible, the qi is all into a thin wisp, but the mouth can eat more than a dozen dumplings without rest.

This was really hungry, and he was almost killed in the alley, just to grab half a bun.

The little beggar was raised in the Song Mansion for a few days and finally got out of bed, but the gauze on his face was still wrapped, and he had to change the medicine every few days, and every time he removed it, he could only see a hematoma face, and he could only recognize which was the nose and which was the eye by the hole, and the little girl looked amazing.

Peerless dragged people to the backyard to teach people to practice martial arts, "With martial arts, you will not be bullied, and whoever hits you again will fight you back!" Come, follow me! ”

The little beggar could not resist, wearing a single coat in the big winter, Peerless at first hated his lack of leg strength, always trembling, it took half a day to understand that people were frozen, and their mouths were purple.

So, on top of the old wound, a wind chill was added.

Peerless heart said I have never seen such a weak person, ah, but still a little guilty, lying on the side of the bed touched the door of people's heads, oh, that is called a hot, can almost roast sweet potatoes, but really powerful.

"I'm sorry little beggar." Peerless played with his two pigtails. "You may not be suitable for martial arts training, or let my father send you to study, my father knows a particularly powerful gentleman, what is the name, where is it... Harm, can't remember, anyway in a very far place. ”

The little beggar lay on the bed and shook his head, and said weakly, "I'm not leaving, I haven't repaid you yet." ”

"Repay me?" Peerless waved his hand disapprovingly, "No need! I am a big miss of the Song Dynasty, what do you want, there is no lack of anything, you just give me a good life! ”

The little beggar fell asleep in the heat, but in his heart he thought clearly: No, he must repay, even if it is with his life.

Xu was a lowly person to feed, and the wind chill quickly healed, and this time Peerless wrapped him in three layers of inner and outer three layers, and led the person with the same ball to the courtyard.

"This is an osmanthus tree, planted by my mother." The little girl caressed the trunk, "But I will die after the mother is born." I looked at it like I saw my mother. ”

The little beggar did not remember his father at all, he was raised by an old beggar, and then the old beggar died, leaving himself to crawl and roll in the mud pond.

Now that I think about it, I knew that I should also plant a tree next to the bones of the old beggar, so that the dead would still be alive, so that the living could spend the rest of their lives with a little thought.

The little girl held his hand, "The tree blooms in autumn, and My father is always in the palace on weekdays, but then he will definitely be idle at home for a few days, picking osmanthus flowers to make wine, drinking wine with the brothers and sisters, they don't let me drink, only give me osmanthus cake to eat." He turned his head to look at the little beggar, "Wait for this autumn to taste it for you, it's better than dumplings!" ”

After all, he was sent away in the distance before he could eat, and before leaving, Peerless took his hand and said with a smile: "In the autumn, I will send you osmanthus cake, you have to study well, remember to come back to see me." ”

The teenager had gauze wrapped around his face, and instead of saying a few nice words, he said, "I will definitely come back to you." ”

He did not expect that the separation would almost become a death goodbye that could not be reunited.

7

Isn't it snowing, how can it be so warm—Peerless thought in a groggy way.

I heard that people feel very hot when they are about to freeze to death, so she has finally come to the end of her stay and is going to reunite with her father?

In this way, she has been living like a pig and a dog for fourteen years, and how many times she has wanted to give up the struggle and completely end this never-ending life.

Peerless moved in the warmth, and it didn't feel quite right, something was tied to itself, was it a chain of impermanence?

The environment around her was hot and baking, she closed her eyes to grope, and her heart said how the chain was soft.....

The big dream gradually woke up, and she lifted her eyelids to see - hey, which asshole's arm dares to hold the old woman!

Turning over was a grappling, and she twisted the man's arm and pressed it to the bed, and heard a muffled hum from the pillow.

Zhuang Dubu buried his face in the pillow, gritting his teeth, thinking that she really hadn't changed at this point.

Peerless looked at the environment and the people underneath him, and immediately jumped out of bed like a frightened rabbit, only to find himself changing into clean clothes, and he couldn't help but put his arms in front of him and stare at the people on the bed.

Half a phoenix eye appeared in the pillow, saw her movements, and sneered coldly: "I am a person who does not lift, what can I take advantage of you?" ”

"You're not real..." Half a sentence swallowed back.

Zhuang Dubu sat up and rubbed his arms, and his messy hair was scattered around his face, which made him have a different style. "Do you know you almost froze to death?"

"Life and death have a destiny, and wealth is in heaven." Peerless said indifferently, "Our life as Hanako is not as precious as yours." ”

But she was also once a golden jade and a pearl in the palm of someone else's hand, but now she said that she was an ant who was not sorry to die.

"I saved your life, so you have to sell yourself to me." Zhuang Dubu saw that her pupils were trembling, as if she was preparing to give up herself to righteousness, and she couldn't help but bend the corners of her lips, "What do you think, give me a dog hug." ”

Then he said, "Go to dinner, it's been hot on the stove, just wait until you wake up." ”

Peerless retracted a magnificent posture, rubbed her empty stomach and walked out, and when she passed the mirror, she suddenly stopped, she stared at the face in the mirror, stunned in place.

The dirt was washed away, revealing clean and clear features, as if she had stripped her shell of years.

She had never washed it since she had put mud on her face, and for fourteen long years, from the age of ten to the age of Hana-shin, she had never even taken a good look at herself growing up.

She hesitantly raised her hand and touched it, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

The nightmare that haunts her forever begins to attack her who has lost her shell, bringing her back to the desperate run of several years ago.

She stared at the clear-eyed face in the mirror, as if she had seen someone she did not dare to face, and immediately squatted down and hugged her head, like a clam that had been closed tightly because of fright.

Zhuang Du stepped down from the bed, knelt next to her and touched her hair, calling over and over again: "Peerless, Peerless, don't be afraid, Peerless... You look up at me. ”

She shook even harder because of the name, "I'm not, I'm not, I'm not..."

Zhuang Dubu forcibly opened the person, grabbed both of her wrists, and forced her to look at herself, "Fourteen years... Except for you and me, no one is still remembering this case, you don't have to be afraid anymore, you don't have to hide yourself under the dirt anymore, and later... I am your shell. ”

Peerless stared at the person in front of him for a long time before muttering, "It's you... Is it you..."

The little beggar of the past years was full of gauze, but how could she not remember those beautiful phoenix eyes.

8

In that year, Song Bin made a daily tour of the city and accidentally found that the three princes were privately raising heavy soldiers outside the city, which was a major crime of conspiracy, but without waiting for him to report to the emperor, three thousand heavy soldiers broke through the city that night and went straight to the palace.

He immediately sent troops into the palace to escort him, and how did he know that the three thousand soldiers suddenly raised their arms and shouted: "Follow the Song commander to seize the throne!" ”

If they were denounced by Song Bin, all the ten thousand heavy soldiers would die; as long as they sacrificed three thousand of them, the death situation could be reversed.

The third prince Ming Huai promised this, and after the matter was completed, he would treat their relatives kindly.

Three thousand people resisted to the death, claiming to be at the behest of the Song commanders. In the chaos of Miyagi, the three princes brought people to the rescue in time to suppress the so-called Song rebels.

The Nine Clans of the Song Family were cursed, and the brothers and masters stuffed Peerless into the dog hole, and covered the mouth of the cave with their own bodies, and finally they were stabbed through the chest and did not move away.

That night, the capital was full of blood, and the ghosts of the wronged were wailing incessantly in the wind.

The third prince, Ming Huai, stepped on the steps made of corpses and bones and entered the East Palace.

Peerless was like a wild dog cub who was only chased and beaten, running away in the vast city of Kyoto, the gates were under martial law, it was impossible to escape, she remembered that her father had frequent contacts with certain ministers, and even became close friends, and she called those people uncles.

According to his memory, Wushuang secretly found those mansions and was successfully taken in, but after the prince ascended the throne, he was bent on cutting the grass and roots, and all officials related to his father were suspected of rebellion.

In the night she was awakened by the light of the torches, and the forbidden army broke into her uncle's mansion and killed anyone when she saw it.

Rao was unable to protect herself, but the uncle still gave priority to letting her take her to the back door to escape, and even his own son did not come to save.

She ran through the alley lifelessly until she couldn't hear the screams behind her.

That winter, the snow in Kyoto was insatiable red.

Her limbs stiffened, and she walked in confusion to the outside of the old temple in the south of the city, and through the leaky broken door, she saw the beggars sleeping inside. The breath she exhaled instantly condensed into a white mist, as if the soul that had escaped from the flesh had floated into the sky.

She squatted down trembling, grabbed a handful of mud to apply to her face and thin clothes, and then walked with a dirty body to the old temple, blending into the lowly beggars.

Since then, Song Wushuang has been completely buried by her.

Every night and every night, as long as you close your eyes, it is a boundless sea of corpses, and this drama has become a nightmare that cannot be shaken off for a lifetime.

She squandered territory with other beggars, competed with wild dogs for food, endured years of wind, frost, rain and snow, endured incurable ailments alone, and was terrified by the occasional knife-wielding soldiers on the streets.

Since she was a child, martial arts training has played a role, she is like a tenacious and immortal weed, and finally survived the storm.

Time has gradually sealed the old case, and the imperial court will not think that the orphan daughter of the Song family, who has never been hunted down, has actually been on the most prosperous Street in Kyoto, holding a broken bowl and basking in the sun.

9

Mr. Indah gave the word: alone in the world, unparalleled in the world. Therefore, the little beggar followed the master's surname from then on and took the name Zhuang Dubu.

The years in the mountains pass slowly, but they are also leisurely, and they are more like gods than wandering and begging.

Until one day when the news reached the mountain, he broke the Yantai in shock, and asked Mr. In a trembling voice, "What about Miss Song Family?" ”

The gentleman shook his head.

His eyes were bloodshot red, "I don't know, or..."

Mr. Beard hair is white, people are nearly half immortal, has not shed tears for the common dust in half a lifetime, but at this moment he wept and rippled, "Shi is also fateful, I am thin and shallow and powerless to redeem, maybe one day you can be blue out of the blue, and the Song family is innocent ..."

But if there is no one, how can we restore our innocence, and finally the soul will not return to the Yellow Spring.

He and she did not even have a souvenir, but the teenager did not want to plant a tree, did not believe that she was no longer alive, and could only cry bitterly in the middle of the night against nothingness and loneliness.

Later, news came back that the crown prince had been sending people to search for the remnants of the Song family who had fled, and to impose capital punishment on those suspected of harboring fugitives.

The young man begged his master to send someone to Beijing to look for her, and from then on he immersed himself in hard study, but he hoped that he would be able to cultivate a skill in the next day and protect her for a lifetime without worry.

Soon after, one of them returned, saying that she had found a suspected little beggar, but she was like a frightened bird, full of crazy words, denying that she was Song Wushuang, and then taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to it, she went into the alley and chased after her.

The beggars who walk the streets all day are far more familiar with shortcuts than they are.

Zhuang Dubu firmly believed that it was her.

She did not dare to admit it, perhaps for fear of being arrested and beheaded for fear of revealing her identity, perhaps out of self-esteem that had been born at a young age, or perhaps because she did not want to implicate any innocent person again.

Eleven years of study, but the husband is also on the verge of death, Zhuang Dubu had to stay and serve for three years, during these three years he still sent people to look for, but he could not bear the results. It wasn't until Mr. He went west that he was finally able to go out of the mountain and personally enter Beijing to find someone.

He knew where the beggars in Kyoto were.

Zhuang Dubu disguised himself as a beggar and blended into the old temple in the south of the city, where he had been absent for a long time was still full of sick groans and vulgar laughter and scolding. He sat quietly in the corner, his eyes scrutinizing the faces.

Sir taught him that no matter how old a person grows, the bone phase will not change, and no matter how thick the filth can not confuse his eyes.

Finally his gaze caught a man in the opposite corner, and he examined it over and over again, comparing it with the person in his memory until his eyes were moist and his vision blurred.

Zhuang Dubu slowly squeezed through the crowd to her side, she was sleeping, but she could not sleep steadily because of the cold, and she was defenseless in half a dream and half awake.

He carefully reached out and took her into his arms, using his body heat to warm her, watching her gradually fall into the depths of her sleep.

Things are not human beings, identities are reversed, Zhuang Dubu is so clear, how many tribulations will be encountered as a beggar.

He wanted to recognize her and tell her: I have come back to you, and the little beggar you have saved has come back to repay you.

But he was afraid of scaring her away like he had done a few years ago, losing her tracks again.

Later, the old temple was demolished, and the beggars all looked for another place to go, and Peerless found a sunny place, slept sweetly against the wall all day, and left his dignity behind in front of life, satisfying half a bowl of leftovers.

Luckily, it was so easy to get things here, and even without her knocking on the bowl, passers-by would throw money into the bowl, and she almost never went hungry again.

The house is old and dilapidated, and the feng shui is not good, only one thing that makes Zhuang Dubu decide to buy it is the little beggar outside the door who leans on the wall all day to bask in the sun.

He and his subordinates acted all day long, knocking on the side many times, trying to test, but they could not dispel the vigilance in her heart.

He was a handsome and rich man who turned away high-ranking noblewomen, but preferred to marry a small beggar

As long as the prince does not fall down for a day, and the Song family does not overturn the case for a day, she will not dare to fade the shell of self-preservation for a day.

Song Wushuang could not walk in the world in a day in a righteous and bright way.

10

Zhuang Dubu squatted in front of Peerless with a plate, picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and shook it, and said softly: "Hungry, eat a piece?" ”

Wushuang curled up in the corner of the horizontal bed, still looking like he had a lingering feeling, Zhuang Dubu had to rub her lips with osmanthus cake and coaxed: "Take a bite." ”

Peerless finally opened his mouth and took a bite, and Zhuang Dubu smiled wearily, "Take another bite." ”

After eating four pieces, Peerless suddenly asked him in a trembling voice, "You want to move the prince, aren't you afraid that he will kill you?" ”

The tenderness in Feng's eyes immediately turned into a yin, and Zhuang Dubu's laughter was mixed with a little fierceness, "I may die, but prince, I must die." ”

Even if he loses his life, as long as he can pull the prince to hell with him, he will die as well as he wants. If it weren't for Song Wushuang in the past, he would have died a long time ago.

Peerless finally looked at him calmly and said, "I know someone, maybe you can use it." ”

In the autumn of the forty-ninth year of Longguang, the emperor had been ill for a long time, and the prince became increasingly unscrupulous and often engaged in transgression, which caused numerous controversies in the dprk and China.

A poem was suddenly sung in the middle of nowhere, and it was passed on by word of mouth by beggars, which caused a lot of speculation.

One of the sentences reads: Locust tree perched crow.

The fifth prince's branch fell on the phoenix, but the prince's branch fell on the mourning crow.

Now that the Sacred Dragon Body is uneasy, and the Prince is overbearing, as if he has already ascended the throne, it is difficult not to speculate that the Sacred Dragon Body has declined because of it.

A few words of poetry made the emperor jealous of the prince.

Three days after the fifth prince's illness, the emperor suddenly ordered the reopening of the old case of the Song family in the past year, and a beggar became an important witness.

He was one of the three thousand dead soldiers sent by the prince at that time, because he was afraid of death, and there were no relatives alive, so the palace changed that night to abscond in chaos, hiding for many years by pretending to be a beggar, and now he was terminally ill for a long time, but he didn't care if he was convicted, and came forward to testify that it was to repay the favor of a certain little girl.

Although there is no physical evidence, but the old case was torn open, the three princes were personally presided over by the holy orders, checking the military salary, checking the military quartermaster, checking the military roster, interrogating the old people of that year, the prince's horse's feet were exposed more and more, completely angering the Sacred Heart.

In the winter of the forty-ninth year of Longguang, the Song family overturned the case, the crown prince was deposed due to conspiracy, and the third prince was newly established as the crown prince.

Two days later, the emperor died, the new crown prince succeeded to the throne, and Guangshi Renzheng ordered the establishment of "houses of the congregation" in all roads, the adoption of those who could not survive on their own, the placement of widows, widows, orphans, loneliness, and disabilities, and the dispatch of fortifications for the young and powerful.

The sentient beings are grateful for the great grace of heaven, but they do not know that this system is from the hands of Mingshan Fengchi, who is hidden behind the scenes and does not ask about the name, and no one knows why he suddenly stepped into mortal dust in the past years.

"Oh, the days are getting better." The blind old beggar leaned against the wall, roasting the fire, and asked the person next to him, Who of you has seen that? I haven't heard her mouth break in a long time. ”

The big guys knew who he was referring to and all shook their heads.

"I haven't seen you in a few years."

"Eighty percent of them froze to death somewhere."

Alas, poor, if only I could hold out for a few more years...

11

This year Chinese New Year's Eve, thousands of fireworks are as brilliant as flowers, and the streets and alleys are bustling.

Mingshan Fengchi refused to be rewarded by heaven, did not want your house, did not collect gold and silver, did not enter the court, and always lived in seclusion in this humble old mansion.

There is a New Year banquet in the palace, and Zhuang has no official body, does not have to enter the palace, and only guards alone for the New Year.

The cannons in the courtyard kept ringing, he was alone in the house wrapping dumplings, Su Ri was full of calculations in the phoenix eyes at this moment only helpless, finally could not bear it, with his hands dipped in flour and walked out of the door.

Holding the incense in one hand, Wushuang had just ignited a huge cannon, and immediately covered his ears and ran into the house, but crashed into the arms of someone, surrounded by his hands.

The sound of "bang" exploded the sky, and the firecrackers that were ten miles away were not as loud as this one, frightening the dogs into hiding.

Zhuang Dubu hugged the person and could not cover his ears, he was blasted out of the tinnitus, and the mountains and rivers between his eyebrows were wrinkled into mountains and rivers, but the person in his arms was still giggling.

He couldn't help but sigh, how the cute girl who used to hold small fireworks in the past is now keen to blow up the house...

There was a buzz in his ears, and he could only vaguely hear himself say, "Don't be lazy, go in and make dumplings together." ”

Peerless talent can not honestly wrap dumplings, one moment to pinch out a Wang Eight, the next moment to pinch out a pig's head, but also to say that it is he who pinched, the two people wrapped more slowly.

When the dumplings were finally wrapped, both of them were a mess of flour, like Hanako.

On the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve of the year, nine of the ten dumplings of peerless dumplings ate money, and it was not known whether the good fortune lost over the years was compensated for it, or whether some cunning man had made some trick.

"Did you make a mark?"

Peerless interrogated the man across the table with his eyes, and the dumplings were all wrapped by him, and all of them were clipped to himself.

Zhuang Dubu bowed his head and smiled lightly, and only said in a warm voice: "In the future, I will be healthy and healthy in the future, and I will be auspicious as I wish." ”

On the third day of the first lunar month, he took her to meet someone. From the merits of the dragon, the new emperor asked Zhuang Dubu what reward he wanted, but he did not want his only request to be to leave the prince alive.

The people in front of them were dressed in ragged and stinking, crawling on the ground to eat pig food with ice ballast.

This is the only beggar in Kyoto who is not allowed to enter the House of Representatives, and no one is allowed to provide relief, no tip, no room.

The prince, who was once high, will atone for his sins with the rest of his dirty and despicable life.

His trick is vicious. Peerless had once thought that even if the prince died, it would be difficult to dispel the hatred in her heart, and now this did make her feel a little happy in her heart.

Taking her for a glance, Zhuang Dubu took her hand and walked back slowly, the rest of his life was long, and then he had to live smoothly on the first day after that, not limited to hatred.

On the First Yuan Festival, the snow is flying outside, and the charcoal fire inside the house is warm enough. Zhuang Dubu held her hand and drew a plum blossom with proud snow and frost, and used cinnabar to point out red petals, which was quite suitable for this festive day.

Peerless raised his pen and looked at it for a moment, feeling satisfied.

Zhuang Dubu saw that she was happy at this moment, and couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, and suddenly said, "We still have an account to calculate." ”

Peerless bit the pen and remembered where she had offended him recently, did she force the puppy Zamabu to be seen by him?

In the end, I really don't know, ask him what it is.

I heard him whisper in his ear, "Wash away my name." ”

Peerless heart is not good, the gesture is to run, but he dragged back and pressed on the table and kissed a hearty.

That night the snow crushed the branches, and from then on under the same roof, listening to the tinkling of the iron horse, accompanied by a good dream for a lifetime. (Original title: "Peerless in the World")

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