Yunyue past events

The sun is dazzling, the road is baked by the big sun, the road is empty, and the armor worn by the guards of the palace gate can be seen in the distance. Even though the weather is hot, they still look prepared.

Yue Qian stood under the eaves, next to his ears were the fragmentary conversations of the imperial servants, and the sobbing and crying of a woman who didn't know where.

In the morning, I sent Zhao Ling to the palace gate. Passing by the row of official residences in the south of the city, I saw soldiers escorting several Yue servants from Dian Ling's house.

The Yue servant who was tied up was either expressionless, numb to what happened to him, or covered his face and wept, full of grief.

At this time,? The sobbing and crying disappeared, and the sound of footsteps came one after another. The officials went down and came out of the palace gate one after another.

The two officials walked and chatted. The young official was emotional and murmured: "Why can his family's Yue servant be exempted from exile! The order of the monarch? As a son, he not only failed to set an example, but also openly disobeyed. They all said that Mr. Ling There are virtuous and talented people, I think people in the world are blinded."

"Shhh." The senior official gave a look, and he saw Mr. Ling's Yueren Yufu standing not far away.

The young official ignored it and raised his voice: "You are a dignified doctor, are you still afraid of a Yue slave?"

Being accused by the other party, the senior official simply ignored him, shook his head, and walked away.

On the surface of Yue Qian, there was no slight emotional ups and downs. Even if someone pointed at him, he didn't see the Rong Guo officials in his eyes, but just looked for a figure in the crowd.

Zhaoling's figure appeared soon, and he walked with Jing Zhongyan, the keeper of Tibet, and they talked in a low voice.

When he came to the carriage, Jing Zhongyan said goodbye to Zhao Ling, and he looked up at Yueqian, showing worry.

Jing Zhongyan boarded the carriage, the carriage left slowly, the curtain of the carriage was not put down, he watched the young master Ling and Yueqian by the side of the road, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The monarch insisted on exiling the servants of the Yue people who lived in the capital to Mengyang City. Jing Zhongyan opposed this matter, thinking that most of the Yue servants had no fault, and exile without guilt was cruel, but he could not persuade the monarch.

The monarch's order has been issued for two days, and the first batch of exiled Yue people have already set out on the road.

The servants of the Yue people who served in the mansions of high-ranking officials and dignitaries, some satisfying the appetites of the nobles, and some satisfying the needs of sensuality, were all regarded as sinful people who corrupted the powerful.

The young and strong Yue people would arrange to go to the Zitong Mountain to mine ore and do hard labor in the smelting field; the old and weak women and children had other uses, such as tanning leather in the workshop, or weaving cloth for soldiers.

Zhao Ling boarded the carriage, and he sat in the carriage, watching Yueqian put down the curtain on the rear door of the carriage to block the hot sun and the disturbance outside.

Put the curtains in place carefully, sneak around the car body, and drive in front of the car.

The carriage was moving steadily, the carriage was cool and comfortable, Zhao Ling sat by the carriage, he was a little tired, closed his eyes, and listened to the sound of the wheels turning.

"My lord, my subordinates are from Yue people, and I will follow the arrangement of the ruler of Rong Kingdom when I go or stay."

Yue Qian's voice was transmitted through the car curtain, there was no emotional color in the words, just discussing the matter.

Zhao Ling opened his eyes and frowned, he opened the curtain of the car with a clatter, looked at Yue Qian who was holding the bridle, and said in a clear voice: "You are my person, whether you go or stay, I have the final say. "

Zhaoling has the ability to save Yueqian.

Not to mention that Yueqian saved his life, he took advantage of it, but he didn't take it for granted, any soldier who dared to go to his mansion would take Yueqian away in front of him.

After getting along for a long time and the relationship is extremely close, Zhao Ling can already see through the subconscious thoughts, even though he is reticent and rarely expresses emotion.

Zhao Ling said: "Yue Qian, I don't want to hear similar words a second time."

You feel that you should be among the exiled Yue people, and you pity your people, I can understand.As the son of Rong Guo, I am powerful and powerful, so you don't care about me.

Yue Qian gripped the bridle tightly, and replied, "Yes."

You are my man, this sentence seems familiar to Yueqian.

When he was rescued from the bamboo slip workshop by Gong Ziling, he also said the same thing.

In a blink of an eye, it was already two years ago.

Yue Qian, who was driving the carriage, didn't turn his head to look at Mr. Rong Guo who was sitting behind him. He didn't have to look back, his appearance was engraved in his heart, and his smile and frown were familiar.

As Zhao Ling said to Yue Qian: I have the final say on whether you stay or not.

For two days in a row, soldiers escorted many Yue cooks, dancers, and servants from the official mansion in the south of the city, but the soldiers never appeared in Gongziling's mansion.In the evening, Yueqian drove out of the city gate. He handed over his official certificate, and the gate guard let him go. No one stopped him, and no one arrested him.

People who don't know Yue Qian's identity, look at his attire and think he is an aristocrat of the Rong Kingdom, who has lived in the capital of the Rong Kingdom for two years, and Yue Qian speaks Rong language without an accent.

People can't distinguish a Yueren who wears Rongren's clothes and speaks pure Rongyu.

If one Yueren and one Rongren were stripped clean, and they were kept silent, no one would be able to distinguish their clans.

The carriage passed by the market at the root of the city wall, but the road ahead was blocked by a large group of people, and Yue Qian had no choice but to slow down the speed of the car and get out of the car to check the situation.

On the ground squatted a weeping boy, about fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed as a servant.

Two soldiers pulled the boy roughly, trying to get him to stand up, but the boy refused, crying heartbroken, and the people gathered around and talked a lot.

"Isn't this the little servant of Lao Cai's family, Yuezi, who often comes to my place to drink. He is diligent and well-behaved. What kind of crime can he commit as a little kid? Who reported to the police and called the dog to eat his conscience for some rewards! "

"That's right, why do you officers and soldiers arrest people!"

"Poor thing, where is this going to be taken?"

Seeing the pitiful appearance of the boy and the rough attitude of the soldiers, everyone talked about it and accused the soldiers one after another.The two soldiers looked distressed, and hurriedly pulled the boy up and squeezed him out of the crowd.

The soldiers escorted the boy away, the crowd on the road dispersed, and the submerged car drove through.

The carriage galloped straight to Nanqili.

When I saw the inner gate of Nanqili, there happened to be a fire cloud in the sky, which was red, like a fire igniting the treetops of trees and the eaves of houses.

Under the inner door, sat a group of men tied together with ropes, old and young, all dejected, and there were several guarding soldiers beside them.

High-ranking officials and dignitaries often have Biedi in the outskirts of the city, and these Yue servants who live in Bideli obviously failed to escape the fate of being exiled in Mengyang City.

In the state of galloping, Yue stopped the carriage, and the horse raised its head and roared, attracting the soldiers and bound Yue servants to look up.

Among the crowd, Yue subconsciously recognized a familiar face - Father Chang.

What he was worried about when he came here has now come true, Father Chang is among the group of bound Yue people.

Chang's father saw Yue Qian jumped out of the carriage, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, with a domineering aura and a fierce look, he hurriedly called out to him: "A Qian!"

"Wow!" With a sound, Yue Qian drew out the sword from his waist, the blade was sharp.

It was the precious sword bestowed upon him by Gong Ziling, shining brightly under the rays of the sun.

Chang's father shouted in shock: "A Qian, what are you going to do! Put down the sword!"

Seeing that the visitor was not friendly, the soldiers guarding the Yueren pointed their halberds at Yueqian one after another. They were also confused for a moment, not sure of the identity of the visitor, and did not dare to peck and assassinate him with the weapons in their hands.

Without fear, Yue Qian walked towards the forest of halberds. He slowly approached Father Chang, keeping the long sword in his hand.Father Chang raised Yueqian in the garden, watched him grow up, saw his eyes and demeanor, and knew what he wanted to do.

Is that brat trying to cut the ropes that bind him?

Even if the rope is cut, nothing will be changed.

The soldiers holding the halberds gathered their halberds towards Yueqian's chest, and someone shouted: "I am following the order of the king to search for the slaves in Southern Qi. No matter who you are, you must not stop me!"

The blade of the halberd pierced the brocade robe, blood seeped out, stained with blood, the more he sneaked forward, he clenched the sword in his hand, with a ruthless expression on his face, his appearance made the soldiers who didn't know his purpose feel intimidated.

The soldier took a step back and looked at each other, but the halberd was still on Yue Qian's chest.

"Aqian!"

Father Chang's cry was unusually loud, he had to stop Yue Qian's reckless behavior, Yue Qian raised his face, his face that was always emotionless showed sadness.

"When I was a slave, all I thought about was having a full meal every day and winter clothes in the cold winter."

Chang's father looked down at the hemp rope binding his hands, and continued: "In this year, I really have no worries about food and clothing, and I have enjoyed the blessings that should be enjoyed."

"People are always dissatisfied. When they are full, they miss their hometown, their wives and children. It has been ten years since they left their hometown..." Father Chang looked up at the sky that seemed to be burning red, and his heart was very calm. He said : "Even in a dream, I want to go back and have a look."

During these days of hiding in the Southern Qi, I was worried from time to time, worried that the secret would be leaked, and I would get involved.I don't know who reported him to the official today, but it's good, finally don't worry anymore, Chang's father is a free and easy person, he said with a smile: "Where are you not burying someone, I just dropped the leaves back to the roots with an old bone."

When the Yue people who were arrested together heard Chang's father's words, some sobbed softly, while others remained silent with a sad look on their faces.

Yue Qian's expression was gloomy, his eyes were reddish, and he didn't say a word.

Father Chang scolded: "Stinky boy, quickly put down the sword that the young master gave you! It's worth all the years I raised you, don't worry me, an old man."

The crystal inlaid on the sword grid was shining red under the sun, Yueqian heard the words when Gong Ziling gave him the sword: From now on, you must use it to protect me.

The arm was lowered slowly, the strength of the wrist holding the sword gradually lost, Yue Qian's voice was not loud, he opened his lips and said two words, which were barely audible: "Take care."

That day when he saw off Fan Yu at the pier, he said exactly the same words.

Glancing at these humble, helpless and sad Yueren, facing Chang's father's wrinkled old face and the anxiety and worry in his eyes, Yue Qian put the blade down, and slowly retracted the long sword into the scabbard.

The Rongguo soldiers present all heaved a sigh of relief, because they didn't know Yue Qian's background, just seeing his murderous look, wearing a sword on his waist, and his robes were extremely gorgeous, they didn't want to conflict with him.

Watching the soldiers escort Chang's father and a group of Yue people away, standing under the inner gate, Yue Qian's figure remained motionless, like a stone statue guarding the gate.

The fiery and bloody glow disappeared in the sky, night fell, and the cold moonlight shone into the dark, dead courtyard.

Yue Qian sat on the doorstep of the courtyard, with his arms resting on his thighs, and his back was hunched. He used to have a tall and straight back, but now he looks like a slumped old man.

There was an empty yard in front of him, and a messy kitchen behind him. Items fell to the ground, which were the traces left when soldiers broke into the house and took Chang's father away in the kitchen.

The shelf for hanging bacon was knocked over, the water tank was broken, and water flowed all over the place. A pottery pot was broken, and the rice in the pot was scattered beside the stove.

Two gluttonous chickens were pecking at the rice in the kitchen, happy that they found delicious food, and even forgot that it was time to go back to the chicken coop after dark.

Their owners are gone, but they don't understand the connection.

In this darkness, under the joyous cries of the chicks, the more I recalled the past in my mind: I lived in Yunyue Country when I was young, and lived in Yunshui City. Life was not happy, and I didn’t know sorrow when I was young; ten years old At that time, Yunshui City was broken, and he was captured and survived under the altar;

Later, he came to Rongguoyuan, fishing for the ruler of Rongguo, and lived a miserable life for seven years. At that time, his heart was full of hatred; After half a year, hostility and hatred gradually disappeared;

It was raining cats and dogs, and by the bank of the Weishui River, he sent off the boat of the slaves in Xingyuan; today, at the gate of Nanqili, he bid farewell to his father.

In his memory, Yue Qian eliminated Gongzi Ling, because this is the softest part of his heart, and also the part with the most complicated emotions.

In these years, he never thought about what he should be, what he wanted, but just to live.

Gradually, in this darkness where you can't see your fingers, in this loneliness and depression, Yueqian seems to see clearly the path he should take.

The author has something to say: Director: Don't worry too much, even the separation is only temporary.

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