This villain has become a ghost

However, a hurried figure ran past, seemingly not noticing that there was another person, and that person was suddenly tripped by him and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the sound of a bowl breaking was heard.

The boy was startled and saw a little beggar fall to the ground.

The little beggar didn't care that there was someone next to him. He looked at the porridge on the ground with heartache, and tears fell down his eyes.

While crying, he picked up the rice grains on the ground and put them in his dirty little hands.

Seeing him crying miserably, the boy swallowed back the words "It was your own carelessness, don't blame me" that he was about to say, frowned and remained silent.

The little beggar scooped up the rice in his hands, tears streaming down his face, but he remained silent. He struggled to get up and ran away in a hurry.

The little beggar ran into a dilapidated dead end alley, and in the corner lay a dying young man, his face as pale as paper, his breathing weak, and his lips dry and bleeding.

"Brother, brother, are you okay? Wake up, wake up."

The young man pursed his lips, but he couldn't lift his eyelids.

The little beggar choked with sobs, his cupped hands trembling slightly as he was about to bring them close to the boy's mouth.

"Okay, he's already in this condition, and you're still feeding him this. Do you want him to die faster?" The boy's voice sounded from behind.

"I just wanted to have a bowl of porridge, but you hit me instead. What bad luck."

Although he was young, he had a fierce-looking face. Although he frowned at the moment, he handed the bowl of porridge in his hand to the little beggar in a fierce manner.

"Give him this to drink."

The little beggar was stunned, tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, then he looked at the boy with gratitude and stretched out his dirty little hands to take the bowl of porridge.

"Thank you."

Then, he knelt beside the boy and fed the porridge into his mouth bit by bit.

The boy watched this scene with a sullen expression on his face. He asked coldly, "You look young, are you also refugees who have escaped here?"

"Yes," the little beggar replied dejectedly, "We fled here from Wuzhou. Along the way, no one was willing to take us in except Yizhou."

"They all look the same," the boy snorted coldly.

The little beggar finally fed the last mouthful of porridge to the boy. Seeing that the boy's breath was not as bad as before, the little beggar breathed a sigh of relief.

The boy's stomach was growling with hunger.

The little beggar felt a little guilty and said, "I'm sorry, it's all because of my poor eyesight. Otherwise, I wouldn't have spilled the bowl of porridge, and you wouldn't be hungry..."

"Hmph, what's the point of saying that now?" the boy turned his head away and said unhappily, "I just think you're about the same age as me, and we can look after each other in the future. Children are so easy to fool."

He is just a child himself, the little beggar thought, but he is just cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

"By the way, what's your name?" the boy asked, glancing at him.

The little beggar said sadly, "The family that adopted me was named Liu. Unfortunately... before they could give me a name, Wuzhou was ravaged by war and plague, and they died..."

"Alright, alright, why are you looking so sad? A real man should be strong," he said. "If you don't have a name, just give yourself one. Have you read books?"

"I don't have one." sighed the little beggar.

The boy coughed lightly and said proudly, "I once eavesdropped on the school. I chose my name myself."

"My name is Han Wei, which means flawless jade, outstanding. Sounds nice, right?"

"Or... I'll get one for you." The boy's originally indifferent face suddenly became excited.

The little beggar sighed.

...Actually, there's no need for that.

After all... For people like them who can't see tomorrow, they might starve to death or freeze to death on the street at any time. What's the point of having a name...

However, seeing that the boy was quite eager to show off his skills, the little beggar was too embarrassed to refuse, so he agreed with him and said:

"Then...thank you."

"Hmm... Let me think about it. With your small appearance and stature, you'd be better suited to be a civil servant. Moisturizing all things, deeply benevolent and generous, born from the heart and with restraint in the outside, is called sound..."

The boy pronounced the words and sentences he had heard before with a slightly awkward and dry voice.

"Then let's call her... Yanagisawa Oon, what do you think?"

"Liu Zeyin, Liu Zeyin..." The little beggar lowered his head and murmured softly.

"Very...very nice."

-

The carriage continued to sway as it passed through the busy streets, where there was a lot of noise outside.

"...So, General, you once wandered around Yizhou, and so did Coach Han."

Yue Liuyun had a complicated expression on his face. He didn't know how to react for a moment. After hesitating for a while, he just lowered his eyelids and said with a distressed look:

"I never thought the general had such a past."

Liu Zeyin was completely lost in that long memory and sighed, "Do you know who that seriously ill 'brother' I wanted to save was?"

"I don't know."

"It was the prime minister, Wei Yanzhi, who mutinied at the peace banquet a year ago." Liu Zeyin suddenly raised his eyes slowly.

Yue Liuyun's pupils trembled and his heart tightened.

In other words, they were on the same path from the beginning to the end, planning the same thing together.

Liu Zeyin continued to stare at her and said, "Wei Yanzhi, Min Caizhe, Han Wei and I have known each other for a long time. In fact, they are all my old friends."

He smiled bitterly, his eyes slightly red.

"But now I'm the only one left."

"It's funny, most of our names were chosen by Han Wei. He looks like a reckless man, but in fact... he's very meticulous."

"And I, the weak and frail pretty boy he mentioned, became a general."

It seems that Han Wei's death did deal a great blow to Liu Zeyin, allowing Yue Liuyun to see a side of Liu Zeyin that was different from his usual calmness, and it seemed that he was truly expressing his true feelings.

The doubts in Yue Liuyun's heart not only did not dissipate, but became even heavier.

She thought silently.

Wei Yanzhi became the Prime Minister, Liu Zeyin became General Qiming, Min Caizhe became the former top scholar, and Han Wei became a coach...

These people are indeed tough-minded.

It has come to this point, and they are clearly in a position that others envy. What on earth are they planning?

-

The evening breeze was blowing gently and the window was half open.

Under the light, Yue Liuyun held a pen and wrote something carefully on the paper.

Outside the window, a bright moon hangs high in the sky, casting a cool light.

I don’t know how long it took, but Yue Liuyun put the finished letters into envelopes one by one, sealed them with wax, and habitually put them in the book.

She gently blew out the candle, leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes tiredly. Too much had happened in the past few days, and she needed time to sort out her thoughts.