The Prime Minister is a spy [Rebirth]

"Master, how many pancakes can I exchange for these?" A sallow and thin child, with big sunken eyes, looked at the old man who was barely breathing, and asked eagerly.

The old man didn't speak, just put his skinny hand on top of his head and patted it lightly.

"Excuse me, old man, where is the tavern here?" Young Master Jiu asked, clasping his hands at the old man.

Seven or eight pairs of eyes suddenly shot over, and an older child stretched out his black hand, and said dryly, "Bring a knife coin, and I'll take you there."

The uneducated appearance of his own people made Young Master Jiu very angry, he raised his foot and kicked the child in the stomach.

The child lay on the ground, clutching his stomach, and didn't get up for a long time.

King Qi Min turned around, took all the dry food from the car, stuffed it into the old man's arms, pulled his son Jiu, and walked away quickly.

He knew what it was like to be hungry. In the underworld, for a while, in order to expel him, the King of Hades directly cut down all the trees in a radius of ten miles around him, not leaving him even a single leaf.

If it wasn't for that little flower bird pecking the small dried fish for him to eat, I am afraid that he would have starved to death among the pines and cypresses like his grandson and great-grandson, no, there is not even a pine and cypress.

Therefore, in the next 1000 years, no matter how noisy the little flower and bird was, how he hated it, in his heart, he regarded it as his only friend.

King Qi Min and Young Master Jiu walked on the central street of the town, as if they were walking on an ancient road.

Under a big locust tree in the distance, a black-faced young man was squatting on the ground, concentrating on drawing something on the ground with a branch. King Qi Min walked over and squatted beside him.

There are two sections on the ground, one is high and the other is low. The young man drew several roads, trying to get from the low place to the high place.

King Qi Min smiled, and in the lower part, with three strokes and two strokes, he drew an ugly and invisible windmill.

But the young man's raised eyes were shining, a genius is a genius, he understood.

To be honest, King Qi Min himself still doesn’t know the principle, and the things he drew are only one-tenth of the image. No, that’s all too much. The boxy stuff.

"Dare to ask where the master came from?" The young man's black and red face was shining, and King Qi Min knew that this was the look only when he met a confidant.

He was suddenly a little ashamed, but when he said something, not only did he not make others feel ashamed, but he was also a little arrogant.

"I am the King of Qi, Zheng Guo, come with me."

"Okay, I'll go ask my father right now, my master will wait a moment." The young man didn't care about his attitude at all, and ran into the tavern like a wind.

"Brother Tian, ​​where are you tall, what did you draw on the ground?" Young Master Jiu leaned over, his face full of doubts.

"Hey, I don't know, it's fun, I took this person away, he looks honest and honest, I like it." Qi Minwang joked half-truthfully.

"Take it, take it, if you can take those orphans as well, I will be more grateful, little brother." Young Master Jiu bent down and gave King Qi Min a big gift with a smile.

King Qi Min pursed his lips and smiled silently.

As soon as he entered the tavern, an old man led three big men who looked like young people to greet him, kneeling down to kowtow.

"Hurry up, please, the old man agrees to me taking away Young Master Ling?" King Qi Min took out a piece of gold cake and gently placed it in front of the old lady standing in front of the wine cabinet.

"It's a child's blessing to be favored by a nobleman. This idiot actually has such a great fortune. Please sit down, my nobleman. The little old man will warm up the wine. Old lady, hurry up and kill the chicken and fish to entertain the distinguished guests. The old man stood up and went to tell the old woman with a red face, but his wife was nowhere to be seen, and a group of chickens clucked in the yard.

The old man smiled shyly at the two young masters, and ran to the yard to help. Zheng Guo's elder brother seemed to be a respectable figure in this town, and he thoughtfully arranged the dishes and served wine for the guests. , and put a few small plates of cold food.

King Qi Min asked Zheng Guo to sit beside him. This young man, whose mind was full of water, didn't understand that his elder brother rolled his eyes many times to show him that he was not following the rules. Come over beef and wine.

His eldest brother glanced at Qi Min Wang's face full of joyful smiles, and finally stopped gesticulating. Just now, his eyeballs almost flew out of exhaustion after turning over the operation.

When the wine was half drunk, the old lady brought up a pot of steaming stewed chicken and placed it in the middle of the table with a bang.

Young Master Jiu wiped his face, and looked angrily at the old woman who had a pot of chicken in one hand and a pot of fish in the other.

Zheng Guoniang put it down, without saying a word, turned around and walked out. By the way, she slipped in with two bags of wheat, like carrying two catties of sugar.

"Brother Tian laughed at me. The mountain people are rough and uneducated, haha..." Young Master Jiu is a little unnatural. He knows that the people King Qi Min came into contact with since he was a child are all well-educated people, not to mention that his masters are all masters in the world. Even the queen mother is a talented woman who is famous all over the world, and the words and deeds of her own people are really embarrassing to herself.

"Very good. If the old woman goes to the world, she must be a chivalrous woman of the generation. Very good." King Qi Bin took a sip of wine, and clinked glasses with Zheng Guo casually, like two friends who haven't seen each other for many years.

[Brother Tian’s personality means that he was born in the palace of Qi, and he was born with a good life. He is the only son, a pampered man, and has no scheming at all. He is suitable for being a ranger. If he was born in my palace in Korea, he would have been killed A few of them died, but it was due to this temperament, otherwise, looking at the world, which king, for the sake of his friends, would lead an army to risk accusations of meddling in the internal affairs of other countries, and come to support me? 】

The conch, which had not made a sound for a long time, suddenly heard the low and thin sonorous voice, which almost shocked King Qi Min. He was the one sitting alone on the high seat, but now he was sandwiched between the two of them. Sound transmission, won't others be able to hear it?

But it turns out that the young man from the distant modern times designed something that is a god. These two people are busy with their own things, and they don't seem to be able to hear it at all.

King Qi Min was relieved, so he drank a few more glasses, and when he came out, he suddenly had goose bumps all over his body.

It's not the late autumn wind blowing head-on, but the atmosphere ahead that looks like hell.

Not far away, a desperate mother was screaming towards the sky, holding the skinny, starving child in her arms, and another little girl was holding her arm, shaking, crying for hunger.

He thought of his grandson Tian Jian, holding in his arms, the same skinny little son, the Tian family's little baby who starved to death among the pines and cypresses before he was one year old.

His teeth chattered a little, he stretched out his hands, tightened his cloak, and strode towards the group of ghost-like people.

Squatting next to the desperate mother, he hugged the dying little girl, pulled the cloak, wrapped the child tightly, stood up, turned to the group of people and said: "Whoever wants to eat, come with me!" I'm going."

He looked sad, and just took two steps, but almost bumped into a person, looked up, and saw Su Qin, who came back at some time, standing in front of him, looking at him motionless.

King Qi Min stared back at him fiercely, almost gritted his teeth and ordered his subordinates: "In Qibian City, open a charitable hall, all orphans in the world can join me."

After finishing speaking, he got into the car without looking back, and walked away.

It wasn't until he sat in the car and saw the little girl in his arms that his tears rolled down uncontrollably. The little girl looked up and saw this uncle who had fallen from the sky cry out bitterly, and big teardrops fell on her. On his face, he washed the dust all over his face to the ground.

When King Qi Min finally controlled his emotions, he lowered his head and saw that little ghost with a painted face.

He stretched out his hand, and wiped her little face clean without tenderness. Although it was pale, it was very delicate, with a pair of big eyes, looking at him motionlessly, as if looking at a god's mansion.

"That one just now, is that your mother?" Queen Qi Min felt that she was crying in front of a woman. Uh, although she is not a woman, she is just a seven or eight-year-old girl, but this also made him a little unbearable. He raised his head and looked out of the carriage, wanting to see if the woman was following.

"She is not my mother. We fled together. We were driven out from one city to another. They only wanted middle-aged men, women and children. They all carried big knives and drove out of the city." The little girl heard When I asked a question, when I came back to my senses, my voice was crisp and articulate.

"Damn, these dogs...ah bah, didn't you hear that?" King Qi Min was just about to say a dirty word he learned in the underworld, when he suddenly saw the little girl looking at him with bright eyes. I feel ashamed and feel that I am ashamed of the land of Qilu, the hometown of Confucius and Mencius.

"I didn't hear." The little girl looked at him without blinking her eyes, her expression was very serious, as if she was swearing.

King Qi Min subconsciously glanced at the conch, quietly, this little girl, is it true?

"Can I follow you? Just give me food, I can do a lot of things, just warm your bed, ah..." Before finishing speaking, the little girl got up from the floor of the carriage and looked at the man with doubts. The warm embrace that made her very reluctant to part with it.

"Miss abrupt, I'm sorry, stop the car." King Qi Min, who had been an apprentice for a long time, hurriedly jumped out of the car, snatched a black horse from a guard, and rode on it.

The [-]-strong army walked proudly across the South Korean border and became a mighty king. When they arrived in Handu, even the king of Han knelt down to greet him for two hundred miles.

Even if this army has a large number of Qi martial arts, if it goes head-to-head, it can't compare with Qin Rui's division. Not to mention anything else, individual heroism cannot replace a corps with strong cohesion.