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The ghost village was burned down by a fire. The villagers who had not walked far from the mountain returned to the village entrance. The five carriages that had left returned along the same route. The children who had just been seen off hid in the arms of their mothers and grandparents and cried.

A few years passed, and there was nothing to burn in the ghost village, so the fire burned for nearly three hours before it was extinguished.

The villagers and several guards and secret guards stood at the entrance of the village and watched the group of people walking out of the ghost village.

When they saw the leading man, adults and children all knelt on the ground.

"Thank you for saving me... Thank you for saving me..."

Many villagers were awakened by the deception and were still in shock. When they saw their benefactor, they would just repeat the words "thank you" over and over again.

Bei Zhenting looked at the person in his arms with a wry smile on his face, "It wasn't me who saved you, it was the gods who saved you. You should thank them."

The villagers looked at each other and then at the person in the noble man's arms, not knowing who that person was.

Bei Zhenting carried Luo Yao and walked around the people kneeling on the ground and entered the tent that had been simply set up.

There was nothing in the tent, just straw and a blanket.

Bei Zhenting gently placed Luo Yao on the blanket and touched Luo Yao's forehead.

After receiving Ye Qi's letter, he rushed to Qinlin County day and night.

Thinking of the sea of fire in the ghost village, the feeling of palpitations has not yet dissipated.

He had clearly told him not to touch fire! Why didn't he obey? Why! If he had come a moment later!

With no place to vent his anger, Bei Zhenting pounded his clenched fists into the straw.

Li Er and Yuan Zhaoling were placed in a tent, and the guards brought them water.

"Brother Li, the prince said you can tell me what medicine you need."

Li Er looked at Yuan Zhaoling lying on the straw, feeling annoyed. Why did he default to being the one taking care of this person?!

He was told not to come, yet he still came. Was he just trying to make himself miserable for him?!

Li Er grabbed the squeezed-dry towel and wiped Yuan Zhaoling's face hard. The wound on his forehead was touched. Yuan Zhaoling frowned in pain and clenched his teeth unconsciously.

Seeing that he was in pain, Li Er felt refreshed and his hands moved without any gentleness at all.

The guard lifted the curtain and came in, presenting a sword.

"Brother Li, this is given to you by the prince."

Li Er recognized at a glance that it was Bei Zhenting's sword, and excitedly threw away the towel to take it.

He had seen many swords, but rarely found one that caught his eye. This sword was so beautiful that every part of it met his aesthetic standards.

Li Er was so excited that he even forgot to thank the prince for the sword. Seeing that he didn't express anything, the guard left with a sour look on his face.

During the chaotic day, the common people and guards spent the night at the entrance of Gui Village and made porridge with the looted food for dinner.

The children were frightened, and some were still sobbing late into the night.

After the rice porridge is cooked, the women in the village distribute it to everyone, and each person gets a bowl of rice porridge.

The children were given the fragrant rice porridge, but when they thought of the danger they had experienced today, they all cried while holding their bowls.

Luo Xiaoqi sipped his porridge with a pursed mouth, his eyes fixed on the largest tent, which was dripping with gold beans.

Two guards were escorting two prisoners, a man and a woman, towards the tent, but were stopped at the door.

The tall man walked out of the tent and the two prisoners were taken away again.

Luo Xiaoqi looked at the man and tears suddenly burst out.

He was a wild child who lost his parents when he was born. Because he never had any parents, he had no complex towards them, so he had no worries when he was a child.

When he started to remember things at the age of three or four, he still felt that having no parents was nothing.

The villagers were all very kind to him. They would cook for him, make him new clothes with scraps of cloth, and take care of him when they found out he was sick.

They were really good to him and he couldn't help but want more.

When he was four years old, his aunt was feeding his younger brother, who was the same age as him. He didn't think anything of it when he was diligently picking up rice with chopsticks that were longer than his arms.

One day when he was five years old, it rained lightly. Grandpa Li came to pick up his brother Erlin, who was one year older than him. Luo Xiaoye could only wait for the rain to stop in the abandoned house. Watching Grandpa Li holding his brother Erlin away through the rain, Luo Xiaoye shed tears.

The drizzle on the night when he was five years old turned into a heavy rain. Luo Xiaoye spent the night in that leaky thatched hut. His heartless childhood also left him forever on that rainy night.

At the age of six, Luo Xiaoye, who had already learned the ways of the world, began to worry about having enough food to eat.

He was ignorant before and had no sense of responsibility for the kindness of the villagers.

When he started to remember things and became sensible, he realized how rare the kindness of the villagers was. No one in Xiaogui Village had enough to eat, so if his uncles and aunts gave him a bite of food, he would have to eat less himself.

After accidentally seeing his second aunt quarreling with his second uncle over his affairs, Luo Xiaoye could no longer feel at ease to eat at other people's homes.

He deliberately hid at mealtime, and the villagers soon discovered this. At first, the villagers searched the whole village for him, but gradually, only Uncle Er and Grandpa Li would ask him to come home for dinner.

Thinking of these things, Luo Xiaoye couldn't help but shed tears.

What would it be like if Daddy were still alive? Luo Xiaoye stared at Bei Zhenting's back in a daze.

Village chief Li, who was sitting behind him, saw that he was in a daze and urged him to eat quickly and go to bed.

Hearing Grandpa Li's urging, Luo Xiaoye came to his senses and quickly looked away.

Barely fed, the children slept in a huddled tent, while the adults curled up wherever they could. The aftermath of that experience was still tingling with fear, leaving both adults and children sleepless all night.

The sky was filled with a sea of fire, sparks were falling, the high temperature was burning every inch of his skin, the pain was piercing, Luo Yao frowned in pain.

It’s so hot…it hurts…am I going to be burned to death?

Luo Yao suddenly opened his eyes.

Where is this place... Am I not dead?

Reaching out to block the sunlight that was shining into the tent through the gap in the tent curtain, Luo Yao tilted his head and glanced around the tent, but there was no one there.

"Brother..." Luo Yao struggled to get up. He didn't know how long he had slept, but after his tired body relaxed, the pain intensified.

Every nerve was transmitting the feeling of pain to the brain. It was so painful that my waist felt like it was broken and my thighs were also aching slightly.

This is……

If it weren't for the slight difference in the location of the pain, Luo Yao would have suspected that he was being raped.

After barely standing steady, Luo Yao saw the thin clothes he was wearing. Without thinking too much, he pulled down his clothes to check his lower back.

He was hit on the back by a beam that fell from the ancestral hall. At that time, he only felt a dull pain and had no idea how serious the injury was.

The clothes were hanging on his waist, and Luo Yao's lower back injury was more serious than he had imagined.

The injured lower back not only had bleeding abrasions, but also a bruise. The burning pain was obviously caused by a slight burn.

There was a pungent smell of medicine in the air, and Luo Yao sneezed.

The curtain of the tent was lifted. Before Luo Yao could put on his clothes, the person who appeared before him was beyond his expectations.

Bei Zhenting.

Bei Zhenting looked at the person in front of him with a serious look. He brought the medicine and heard Luo Yao sneeze, so he hurriedly lifted the curtain and came in. He didn't expect to see such an erotic scene as soon as he came in.

She has fair skin and a slim waist... The protruding butterfly bones on her back seem to be growing wings.

When his eyes fell on the horrific bruise, Bei Zhenting's face darkened.

Luo Yao was injured because he was disobedient!

Seeing the prince was a pleasant surprise. Luo Yao hurriedly put on his clothes and was about to ask excitedly, "Prince, why are you here?" But when he looked up and saw Bei Zhenting's face was not good, he felt a little guilty. Luo Yao suppressed the excitement in his heart and said dryly, "Prince, why are you here?"

Bei Zhenting walked over with a sullen face and did not answer his question.

Luo Yao, who had long been accustomed to Bei Zhenting's moodiness, thought of Luo Xinchen, and wondered if his brother was injured... Luo Yao stepped on the straw barefoot, picked up the shoes placed aside, and wanted to put them on and leave.

"stop!"

A majestic roar sounded behind him, and Luo Yao's heart trembled with fear. The hand holding the shoe froze, "Your Highness... I want to go..."

"Don't go!"

Luo Yao was anxious. Seeing Bei Zhenting angry, he was afraid. But he couldn't wait a moment for his brother's safety, so he still prepared to put on his shoes.

Bei Zhenting took three or two steps forward and ripped the shoes from his hand. As soon as he put the shoes on his feet, Luo Yao stumbled and fell to the ground.

"What are you doing?!" Luo Yao was also angry.