Chapter 65: : Prince of Golden Sword

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I asked the bun shop Xiaoer 2 to help me to carry a basket of buns to the most concentrated place of out-of-town migrants. There are more than a dozen broken caves on a leeward hillside, where about a thousand hungry people from all over Liangzhou to Guzang are gathered.
I opened my throat and shouted, "All the folks, everyone is here to lead the buns. This is Master Jumorosh who can't bear to see the suffering of the sentient beings. He came to rescue the victims." I intentionally shouted Rosh's name, hoping to help him build more A large mass base.
In the caves, there were scrawny skinny people with ragged clothes and shirts, with doubts, but staring at the buns and slobbering. I picked up the bun and handed it to a child closest to me. He took it and swallowed it. A bun immediately went down.
The crowd was instantly tumultuous, and everyone glared at me with their eyes, no, it was a basket of buns beside me. I shouted for them to line up, but they were completely ignored. Then I found myself being squeezed out, no matter how I shouted, I could not maintain order. The basket was overturned, the buns rolled on the ground, the sound of women and children being squeezed and crying came out, and even some people fought to fight for the buns. The confusion of the scene makes me heartbroken. Alas, for the first time in disaster relief, I still lacked experience. I already knew that some helpers should be recruited.
I found a broken temple, in fact, it should be said that the view is more appropriate. Because the dusty statue on the platform looked more like Taishang Laojun, but the few statuettes next to it were Buddhas, but they were all in dilapidated condition. While looking at the broken temple, I figured out whether to use this as a disaster relief command, and suddenly heard a small child cry from the back of Taiji.
I walked behind Taishang Laojun and saw a little boy about three or four years old, in ragged clothes, crying with his knees in his arms. Thin body, obviously malnourished. Hearing his head in horror when he heard the movement, although his face was sloppy, he had a pair of bright eyes. With sorrow in his heart, he took out the rice cake in his arms for lunch, and gave him a piece. He hesitated for a moment, swallowing and quickly took it. Just about to bite, but stopped, and carefully put the cake in his arms.
"Why not eat?"
He glanced at me, still swallowing, but forcibly resisted, and answered me with a crisp, childlike voice: "I want to take it back to my grandmother, mother, and sister Jing."
Alas, how old is such a sensible child? However, he was a little puzzled. He did not call "grandma" and "mother", but "grandmother" and "mother". It is such a formal name, is he a wanderer? Then hand him the rest of my piece: "Take the piece back and give them, you eat this piece."
His eyes were shining, and he was staring at the cake, his mouth watering loud enough to make me want to laugh. He looked up and asked me seriously: "You are this one, don't you eat it?"
I froze. This child is really pity. "I'm not hungry, you eat it."
He finally took it, chewed on it, choked, and caused a cough. I quickly patted his back, so thin. He handed him the water sac hanging around his waist. He drank the water and ate a piece of cake in no time. Slowing down, suddenly kneeling in front of me, startled me.
"Mother said, accept... Um..." He wandered his big eyes, desperately thinking, and then smiled happily, "Yes, it is the grace of dripping water, when Yongquan reports. I adore... Mu Chao Thank you Aunt Daen. Auntie will be desperate to report any future assignments."
Seeing how serious he is, and his speech so crescendo, his mother must be very educated. I secretly thought, I wonder if it was a fallen victim? But this "aunt" made me a little funny, thinking of Yang Guoxiaolongnv. Pulling him up, he was about to speak, and the voice outside the temple was heard far and near. The child's face appeared panicked and burrowed into the ground for the table. I don't know the bottom, and I dig in with it.
"who is it?"
"Hush!" He was close to my ear and his voice was very thin. "It's my mother and Uncle Huyan."
With a sigh of breath, who thought he was trying to crawl out and was caught by a small hand. Looking back, he was pleading with wide eyes. The curiosity was so great that he obediently accompanied him to squat under the dirty supply table.
"Chaoer! Are you inside? Come out soon!" It was a very soft female voice, it should be his mother.
"Mother!" said a low voice of a man. "Why should Chao Er be so young? Why don't you blame him? Besides, it's just a bun."
"Brother Huyan!" Rourou's female voice suddenly raised the tone, "not for a bun, but for stealing to make the concubine sad. When he was young, he only stole the buns. If no one restrained, he would do it later. The criminals department. If Murong's family is like this, how can the concubine face the dead husband and the ancestors of the Murong's family!"
Murong! This surname made me tremble. What do they have to do with Xianbei Murong, who has built four Yan kingdoms in succession in the sixteen kingdoms?
"But the mistress's move to Wanhualou this morning is worthy of Murong's ancestors and ancestors!" The male voice was extremely grieved, and seemed to grab the woman's arm and make the woman exclaim.
"You..." The woman with a crying voice is so weak that she wants to protect her, "Pingting has no face in Murong's genealogy, but she wants to support herself by raising herself, and she can recognize his uncle and uncle in the future. Ting can die and die!"
"Mother..." The man choked with sobs, and the call was full of love. "Huyan Ping will join the army tomorrow, and naturally get some food..."
"Don't!" the woman exclaimed, and there was an extremely sadness in her voice. "We have already killed you, and your family is ruined, leaving only Jinger's blood. Now, you have to leave our orphans and widows. This army, Nine lives, if you lose your life, do you want us to owe you more?"
"Mother..." The man shed tears when he heard a depressive sob. "Then you promise me, don't want to talk about selling yourself again. You are everyone's boudoir, how can you be so mean after the fame. No matter how hard the days are, I will Find a way to survive..."
Both cried, afraid they would find someone embarrassed, and I dare not show up. After they left, I pulled the child out of the desk. When I walked to the small ditch outside the temple, I took the veil and dipped it in the water, and wiped his face. The black dust was wiped off, and a small, lovable face appeared. I sighed, so fair skin, beautiful pointed chin, dark black crystal eyes lined with elegant double eyelids, it really is a child of the Xianbei Murong family of handsome men and beautiful women.
"Chao'er, your mother is right. Even if you just steal a bun, it's a steal. Those who get nothing for nothing are the most disdainful. Remember to never do anything that makes your mother sad."
He nodded, his face slightly embarrassed. I smiled and took his hand: "Murong Chao, go, take me to see your mother and Uncle Huyan."
"You... how do you know that my name is Murong Chao?" He stepped back in horror and looked up alertly to see if there were anyone around him.
"Little devil, your mother just said that you Murong's family, you call yourself super child, of course the name is Murong Chao." I puffed out. I thought to myself, not only did you know that your name was Murong Chao, but I also knew that your grandfather Murong Huang was the founding monarch of the former Yan in the Sixteen Kingdoms, and your uncle Murong Chui recovered the Yan Kingdom when the former Qin was torn apart. You have a well-known cousin, Murong Chong in the harem of Yan Jianfu. Your uncle Murongde became king when Muronghui's Houyan died, and Nanyan in history. It’s only your father’s admiration for not accommodating because he was caught and killed by Fu Jian’s former Qin Zhangye Taishou.
"Then, aunt, can you alone know Chao'er's real surname. If someone else is there, my aunt will still call me Mu Chao."
He pondered for a while and told me in a negotiated tone. The serious little adult made me stunned. He was only three years old this year, but he was so precocious and so cautious. As the saying goes: Three-year-old sees old. Recalling that he was acting silly for two years to paralyze Yao Xing when he was in Changan in the future. Which of the modern three-year-old children is not their parents and grandparents, they have to hold it in their hands. However, from the day of his birth, he always stayed away from hunger. The displacement in this disaster is more profound than any early education.
The last king of the Xianbei Murong family took my hand and led me into a broken cave. Many people were curled up inside. Murong Chao took me to an old lady. A little girl was feeding the old lady. Murong Chao took the cake out of his arms and gave it to the old lady, and then gave it to the little girl who was 8 or 9 years old. They swallowed the cake desperately. Who could have imagined that the old woman like a beggar in the broken cave was a princess, and this little girl should be Hu Yanping's daughter, and Murong Chao's wife in the future, Hu Yanjing.
After Qian Yan was destroyed by Fu Yan, Fu Jian was still very kind to Murong's family. Murongde was sealed by Fu Jian as Zhangye Taishou and came to Zhangye with his mother's grandson and his brother. On the eve of the Battle of Fei Shui, Murong De went out with the army, leaving a golden knife before leaving. This golden sword became a token of recognition for Uncle Murongde and Murongchao's nephew in the future, and also made Murongchao's tragic life as the last emperor of the Kingdom of Yan comparable to the orphans of the Zhao family.
After listening to Murongchao's story, Gongsun's got up and thanked me, and I quickly returned the gift. She should be very beautiful when she was young. Although she is so downcast now, her temples are white and her face is dusty, she has always maintained a royal attitude. The noble old lady suffered her hardships in her old age. The eldest son was beheaded, and the youngest son, Murong De, had not been seen since his death. The Gongsuns died when Murongchao was ten years old, and gave the gold sword to Murongchao. At the same time, he also extended Murong's strong desire for the restoration of the country to his grandson.
I waited in this broken cave for a while, and Murongchao's mother Duan and Hu Yanping returned. At first sight, I exclaimed secretly, so beautiful. Even the ragged, yellowish complexion does not hide the beauty of the face. With such a beautiful mother and the excellent genes of Murong's family, it is no wonder that Murong Chao is described in the "Book of Jin" as "eight-foot-long, with nine waist belts, beautiful hair, and beautiful appearance". Hu Yanping, who saved their family, looked 37 to 38 years old, tall and fit, and the typical appearance of the Huns. The facial features are rough and loyal.
Murong betrayed Qin Qibing, the Murong clan was the crime of the clan. Former Qin's Zhangye Taishou beheaded all the relatives of Murongde who stayed in Zhangye. Only two of them escaped the disaster. One is the Gongsun family, exempted from old age. The other is Duan Shi, Mu's accommodating wife. I now know that her name is Duan Pingting. At that time, she was pregnant and was not executed immediately. She was imprisoned in the county prison.
Hu Yanping was a prison officer and once served as Murong De's men. According to historical records, Hu Yanping had been convicted of death and was pardoned by Murong De. In return for the grace of Murong De, he risked Duan's guilty by taking the guilty of cutting the door. Hu Yanping took Gongsun and Duan, as well as his little daughter, and fled to the Qiang tribe. Fortunately, the former Qin was in chaos and had no time to hunt them down. Duan gave birth to Murongchao from the Qiang people.
However, according to the conversation I heard in the broken temple, I can feel that Hu Yanping's rescue of death is definitely not just for gratitude, but the more important reason is that he fell in love with the beautiful, gentle and temperament Duan Pinting. I don't know whether they have a marriage, but Duan Pingting's gratitude to Hu Yanping can be seen from her future Murong Chao marrying Hu Yanjing.
I stood with Hu Yanping and Duan Pinting outside the cave and explained to them what they meant: "The concubine is the wife of the tortoise master Kumoroshi. The master is compassionate and willing to give food for disaster relief. But there are many people in the disaster, in order to avoid confusion, need People help. I don’t know if this elder brother can recruit more than a dozen strong men, and whether this lady can help the concubine to get food. I am afraid that the wages will not be able to come out, but the helpers will definitely be able to feed."
They looked at me in surprise, then looked at me again, and their faces were moved. Hu Yanping knelt with his hands clasped on one knee: "The Master and his wife are so generous to help others. Hu... Yan Ping is grateful. Yan Mouding does his best to send the Master and his wife."
I bowed my head and thought about how to relieve the disaster tomorrow, while walking quickly back to the palace. At this time, it should be time for Rosh to get off work. I have to rush to our residence before he returns. I have already told Hu Yanping that he will go find someone. Tomorrow morning I will first meet him at the Po Temple and then we will go to the bun shop to pick up the goods.
I have placed orders with all the bun shops in the city according to the number of victims, and the money that I have carried with me is completely gone. Because of the famine, food prices have risen sharply in recent days, which is twice as expensive as usual. And I know that the current food price is far from the highest price recorded in history. The history book does not record whether Lu Guang opened the warehouse to release grain, but I hope Rosh can persuade him. Otherwise, our own financial resources are limited after all.
I was bored thinking, not paying attention to the situation ahead, and suddenly hit a person at the corner of the palace gate. His hard armor hit me with a headache. I rubbed my head and looked up with a grin, then I froze with the man.
Fang Kuo's face, the falcon's eyes that are generally bottomless, are actually Juqumengxun, with a team of people about to leave the palace. My heart was screaming badly, and the whole person had been dragged by a wolf arm to a wide chest. He was slightly shorter than Roche, but Kong Wu was much more powerful.
"Little Beauty, I met you here! I was thinking about how to find you." He encircled me with only one arm, and the tight muscle iron clamps usually hurt me. I'm like a poor ant, and the unnecessary struggle just tickles him.
"Let me go, I'm already married!"
"Oh? Really? What a pity." He laughed with a sneer in his mouth, "but we Xiongnu people don't care about these, how about marrying them? Just grab it. Your man has the ability, I wait He'll take it back!"
He dragged me out while talking, but I couldn't break away, and he was already dragged to the gate of the palace. I was so anxious that I whispered close to his ear and said: "Last time I have done enough in the street scene. Who would I like to show this time?"
His whole body froze, his feet stagnated, frowning at me, and the haze of his eyes flowed out of disbelief. I can't show weakness at this moment, staring back at him and staring at him without hesitation. He drew me closer and pretended to kiss me with a smile on his face, but asked in a low, unsound voice in my ear, "Who the are you?"
I was feeling the chill in my back for the coldness in his tone, and suddenly heard a low, steady voice coming from behind me: "I wonder what General Juqu advised to Humble Jing?"
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"Jin Shu Murong Chao Zhuan": "Murong Chaozi Zuming, the brother of the North Sea King Na, who is a German brother. Fu Jian broke Ye, and Na was regarded as the guardian of Guangwu. He went to the government several years ago, and his home was in Zhangye. The sword went away. And the soldiers from Shandong hung up, Fuchang received them, and the sons of Germany. , The old man of virtue also tasted the death penalty, and exempted him from it. However, he fled the Gongsun and Duan clan in the Qiang and was born super.