Yunyue past events

Standing in the large courtyard of the Tibetan room, Zhao Ling found that the surrounding scenery was a little strange. He hadn't been to this place for a long time.

There was a time when Zhaoling always ran to the Tibetan room, because at that time, there was a slave worker named Yueqian in the Tibetan room.

The past is like clouds and smoke, which makes people recall,? It is already so ethereal and unreal.

"Little boy."

Hearing the call, Zhao Ling turned around and saw Jing Zhongyan standing at the entrance of the Tibetan room. He was still the same as before, wearing a familiar black official robe, with a sparse beard on his face, and a very friendly smile. and.

It seems that Jing Zhongyan has always looked like this. The first time Zhaoling saw him when he was a child, and today, more than ten years later, there has been no change.

Jing Zhongyan waved anxiously, surprised: "You really are a young man, come in quickly, it's raining outside."

The rain was so light that Zhaoling didn't notice the rain in the sky. The past few days have been gloomy, and I'm used to it.

Zhao Ling quickened his pace and entered the house to hide from the rain. He found a place to sit in the empty library, scanned the bookshelves in the room, and said leisurely: "I really can't remember? When was the last time I came here?"

"The young master seldom visited the library in person the year before last. He would send attendants over to fetch any books he needed." Jing Zhongyan did not know where to bring a plain cloth handkerchief, and handed it to Zhao Ling, asking him to wipe the clothes on his body. rainwater.

"It's true. Later, Yueqian was always sent to pick up the books." Zhao Ling took the cloth handkerchief, wiped the rain from his face, and wiped his hands.

Jing Zhongyan didn't answer, but just looked at Zhaoling, watching him put the cloth handkerchief on the desk, walked towards the bookshelf, stopped in the sea of ​​books, and browsed the bibliography.

Jing Zhongyan had heard about Yue Qian being exiled, but he didn't know the twists and turns.

Taking down a volume of silk books from the bookshelf, Zhao Ling went back to sit down in front of the desk, spread out the silk books and read them.

Having not set foot in the storage room for a long time, Zhao Ling found that she still likes the atmosphere here, which is quiet and secluded.

Seeing that Zhaoling mentioned Yueqian, but seemed very calm, Jing Zhongyan spoke up: "I thought that Yueqian was not on the exile list."

Gong Ziling is generous and benevolent, and will definitely lend a helping hand to his personal attendants.

It is said to be exile, but in fact it is almost the same as a death sentence. Jing Zhongyan is well aware of the cruelty of exile.

Gently stroking the silk scroll with her fingers, Zhao Ling murmured: "I wanted to save him, but he made his own choice."

If others hear such things, they must be very surprised. No one would voluntarily give up a good life and choose to be a slave.

Jing Zhongyan fell into thought, stroked his beard, and after a long time he said: "I am not surprised."

"A few days ago, Yue Qian asked my minister about the story of Lord Changling and Wei Kuang." Jing Zhongyan tried to make his tone as casual as possible, and started to organize the items on his desk.

The story of Lord Changling and Wei Kuang refers to the sex between men.

Jing Zhongyan is keenly aware that the relationship between Gong Ziling and Yue Qian is by no means an ordinary master-servant relationship.

Lord Changling favored Wei Kuang, a retainer, which led to a series of disasters, criticized behavior, and tragic ending. Their stories have been used as a warning to future generations.

Zhao Ling was surprised and asked, "Does Doctor Jing remember when that happened?"

Jing Zhongyan replied: "At that time, the young master hadn't moved into the mansion in the city, so he sneaked into the library to pick up books. I was alone that day."

"I remember magnolia flowers blooming outside the window that day, probably in April." Jing Zhongyan looked at the magnolia tree outside the window. It was full of green and had passed its flowering period long ago.

Zhao Ling lowered her head, fisted her hand resting on the desk, and didn't ask any more questions.

It turned out that Yue Qian had been thinking about the relationship between the two so long ago.It is impossible to know when Yueqian started and made up his mind to leave.

Jing Zhongyan looked at Zhao Ling's lonely figure, and didn't know how to comfort him for a moment. In Jing Zhongyan's view, Yue Qian's choice was very rational.

He is favored by Gong Ziling, staying by Gong Ziling's side will not only damage Gong Ziling's reputation, but also risk his life.

Slanting wind and rain poured into the room from the window. Jing Zhongyan got up and closed the row of windows on the south side of the storage room. When he came back, he went to see Zhao Ling and saw that he was no longer in the storage room.

"Sir?"

Jing Zhongyan searched around the storage room, and finally found the figure of Gong Ziling in the backyard. He was sitting on the doorstep, looking at the old warehouse where Yueqian once lived.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Zhao Ling didn't look back.

Jing Zhongyan found that Zhao Ling was holding a snake-shaped necklace in his hand, which should be... an item from Yue Qian.

Sitting next to Zhaoling, looking at the rainy and misty peach forest outside the courtyard wall, Jing Zhongyan said slowly: "Every time Yueqian comes to pick up and return books, when I meet him, I always have a chat with him."

"One time, he suddenly asked his ministers about going up the city tower and holding sycamore leaves in his hand to summon the soul, and said that he heard it mentioned in the servant room." Jing Zhongyan remembered the incident when he saw the snake-shaped necklace in Zhaoling's hand .

Zhao Ling raised his head abruptly, with a surprised expression.

After stroking his beard, Jing Zhongyan continued: "At that time, the minister deliberately made indirect remarks, but he didn't seem to remember meeting Fengniao when he was young."

Yuan Yu's life was hard. Many years later, Yue Qian did not remember saving a bird when he was young, which is really normal.

"Now that I think about it, he mentioned it to me that day for confirmation." Jing Zhongyan couldn't help but sigh, he was the only one who knew the matter between the two children best.

On a rainy night, the pattering rain in the dream drenched the wings, Nanshan was shrouded in rain and fog, and it was difficult to distinguish the direction. Zhao Ling kept flying until exhausted. The sycamore tree near the thatched cottage.

Flying down on the sycamore tree, the long tail skimmed the branches and leaves, and the rain on the branches and leaves poured on Zhaoling's body. He grabbed the branches with his claws, shook his feathers, and shook off the rainwater from his body. The raindrops were like pearls Splash all around.

The colorful feather crown glowed beautifully in the dark night, and the arrival of the phoenix made the surrounding forests silent. He folded his wings, closed his eyes and fell asleep, perched on the sycamore tree that he had lived in in his childhood.

Zhao Ling woke up from her sleep, opened her eyes, and was in the deep bedroom of the mansion, with a small lamp beside the bed emitting an orange light.

As an adult, he seldom turns into a phoenix bird in his dreams. Perhaps because of his longing, he recalled his memory and revisited his old place on the north bank of Weishui in the form of a bird.

There is the sound of rain outside the window, and it is obviously raining in the garden. The big boat going south along the Weishui River, is it also experiencing wind and rain? The hull is shaking in the wind and waves.

Zhao Ling closed his eyes tiredly. He felt his head was heavy and his limbs were weak, as if the rain in the dream had accumulated on his body. This discomfort was not because of this dream.

It may be because of the gloomy weather for several days, and his robe was always wet from the rain, which made him have a fever at night.

Drowsy, Zhao Ling's body seemed to be in the cabin, rising and falling with the wind and waves.

I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.

Early in the morning, the maid hurried out of the courtyard, and soon, the housekeeper trotted into the main courtyard, and he was waiting outside the door of Zhaoling's room to ask for instructions.The housekeeper looked worried, and the master's voice was lazy and slightly hoarse.

The housekeeper was so anxious that he knelt down and begged: "Please let the old slave go in to see the young master, the old slave is panicked!"

"There's no need to panic. It's just that you have a fever and are tired. The rest is fine." Zhao Ling's voice came from inside the door, very calm.

It didn't sound like he was seriously ill, maybe he caught a cold from the rain.

The housekeeper calmed down and asked the maid to take good care of the young master. He turned around and walked out of the courtyard quickly.I had to quickly order the kitchen to cook some light hot food, and I had to call for a pharmacist immediately.

The cook brought a bowl of hot soup into the main courtyard. Almost at the same time, the pharmacist, accompanied by the housekeeper, entered the main courtyard with the medicine box on his back.

The bed curtain was pulled up, and Zhao Ling was half lying on the bed, looking tired, looking up at the pharmacist, and beckoning him over with his eyes.

The one invited was the pharmacist from the palace, who usually treats the royal family to see a doctor. When facing the sick son Ling, the pharmacist was not in a hurry.

The pharmacist stepped forward to observe the patient, inquire about the condition, and prescribe the right medicine.

Stepping out of Gongziling's dormitory, the pharmacist said to the housekeeper: "Young master is worrying too much, which caused the wind and cold to enter his body. I don't know what it is for you, so you can't sleep or eat well."

The housekeeper could only shake his head, it was inconvenient for him to speak.

Passing by the side room, the housekeeper looked at the door of Yueqian's room, saw that the door was tightly closed, thinking that after a while, he still had to let someone in to clean it up.

The housekeeper couldn't help remembering that three days ago, he witnessed the soldiers escorting Yue Shi away from Bedi with his own eyes. Yue Shi looked quite calm and showed no nostalgia.

Yue Shi is really a cruel person.

In the afternoon, Zhao Ling, who drank medicine and made up for sleep, felt much better, but she was lazy and had no interest in anything.

Bored and helpless, Zhao Ling lay on the bed and flipped through a scroll of silk books.He only put down the silk book when he heard hurried footsteps and voices outside, and asked the maid to go out to see who was coming.

The maid went out to take a look, and immediately stood at the door to salute. At this time, the prince had already climbed the stone steps and hurried into the bedroom.

Seeing the person coming through the bed curtain, Zhao Ling called out in surprise, "Brother?"

The prince opened the curtain of the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, began to look at Zhao Ling, and covered his forehead with his hand, and asked in a deep voice: "A Ling, are you feeling better?"

"Brother, do you think I'm sick?" Zhao Ling smiled helplessly, holding up the silk book in her hand.

Which patient has such leisure and elegance, and can still read.

Glancing at the housekeeper standing outside the bed curtain, he guessed that he was going to inform the prince, but Zhao Ling didn't blame him either.I have always been healthy, but suddenly fell ill. As a servant, I am afraid of taking responsibility.

The silk book was confiscated by the crown prince, and he said: "Although it is a minor illness, you should rest well."

Still lying on the bed in broad daylight, with disheveled hair and wearing a sleeping robe, it doesn't look like being sick.

Zhao Ling had no choice but to lie back on the bed and put her head on the pillow. She really didn't feel sleepy, and looked sideways at the prince who was guarding the bed, worrying in her heart: "Didn't you tell mother?"

Fearing that my mother would find out, even my mother would rush over from the palace to visit.

The prince said: "No."

This is not the only thing to conceal from Mrs. Xu Ji.

One of the two brothers is lying down, the other is sitting, you look at me, I look at you, they have a good relationship, and many things do not need words.

Zhaoling persuaded: "I'm really fine, brother go back."

After checking in person and confirming that the baby brother is safe and sound, the crown prince touched Zhaoling's head and spoke softly: "Okay, I'll go back when you fall asleep."

Where there is still drowsiness, Zhao Ling had to close her eyes and make herself seem to fall asleep.

After a while, the prince got up to look at Zhaoling, probably thinking that he was really asleep, so he personally tucked Zhaoling up and lowered the bed curtain.

The prince told the maid before leaving the dormitory.

Before leaving, the prince called the housekeeper, servants, and even the cook to the front yard for questioning, asking about Zhaoling's situation in the past few days.

Everyone was panicked, afraid of being punished, and they didn't dare to lie to the prince, so they had to tell the truth.

The attendant said that in the past seven or eight days, Mr. Ling always went to bed very late, and occasionally saw him wandering in the courtyard at night; the cook said that Mr. Ling had a bad appetite and ate very little in the past seven or eight days.

The prince just asked them to understand Zhaoling's situation, and did not punish these servants in any way.

If you want to ask who is responsible for causing Zhao Ling to worry too much and be sick, it is really not a close servant, the cook should bear it.

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The person who should really bear the burden is now on a river, living in a crowded cabin, lying in a corner with his eyes closed to recuperate.

Most of the Yue people gathered under the cabin door, where there was fresh air and sunlight, and a small piece of sky could be seen outside through the hole.

They looked up longingly, yearning for the freedom they had lost.

Father Chang also stood under the cabin door, watching the soldiers above. He planned to escape in his heart, and he must resist as long as he had the opportunity.

"Bona."

Someone shook Yueqian's shoulders and called him in Yunyue language, Bo Na, which in Yunyue language means: Prince.

Yue Qian opened his eyes, and saw a boy sitting kneeling in front of him, it was Yue Wazi, holding a bowl with both hands, and there was clear water in the bowl.

Yue Qian replied: "I'm not thirsty, you drink."

Yue Wazi still didn't put down the bowl, put the edge of the bowl to Yue Qian's lips, and said: "That's all that's left, if you don't drink it, it will be gone."

Yue Qian took a sip of clear water, then pushed the bowl away, without saying anything.

Seeing the other party close his eyes again, Yue Wazi was worried, wondering if his injury would be serious, if he would collapse suddenly, and it would be impossible to save him.

I heard from Father Chang that Bo Na did not need to be exiled, but asked for exile on his own initiative, and was flogged before being escorted to the ship by soldiers.

Drinking the remaining clear water at the bottom of the bowl, Yue Wazi licked his lips, and looked at a clay pot in the corner. The pot was dumped on the ground, and there was no water left.

It rained last night, and they wanted to catch the rainwater dripping from the deck, but Bona said that it was not drinkable, it would cause diarrhea, and if they had diarrhea, they would die of dehydration.

Yue Wazi was frightened by his situation, his eyes became hot, tears fell down, and he wiped them vigorously with the back of his hand.

"Five days at most, the ship will arrive at the Yuejin Ferry, and you will be able to leave the cabin in five days."

Yue Wazi raised his head and found that it was Bo Na who was talking.

Tears were still falling, Yue Wazi said: "It will take so long, I don't want to stay another day!"

The claustrophobic space, the dirty environment, the lack of food and water, the people living in it will inevitably despair.

Yue Qian said: "Come here."

Yue Wazi wiped away his tears, walked over obediently, and sat down next to Yue Qian.

Yue Qian hugged Yue Wazi's shoulders, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, Father Chang and I will take care of you."

In the past three days, Yue Qian and Chang's father gave Yue Wazi their rations and fresh water more than once. Yue Wazi was young, and in such a harsh environment, it would be difficult to survive without help.

At dusk, when the ship docked, the soldiers opened the cabin door, hoisted food and water into the cabin with ropes, and countless arms were raised high, desperately fighting for it.

Many people didn't grab it, and still raised their hands, begging: "Give me some more!"

"Give me more!"

Numerous Yueren prisoners gathered under the cabin door. They raised their hands high, begging, and even grabbed the food rope, and almost dragged the soldiers pulling the rope into the cabin.

The soldiers dropped the rope and cursed loudly from above, and one of the soldiers became so furious that he let the rope be lowered again. He slipped the rope and jumped into the cabin.

The whip was flying wildly in the cabin, and some Yue people who couldn't avoid it were swept by the whip and screamed in pain.

Suddenly, the soldier's whip-wielding arm was firmly held by one person, so he had to stop the brutality. The prisoners in the cabin took a closer look and found that the person who stopped the whip-wielding soldier was actually the tall and wounded man.

"It's against you!"

The soldier with the whip struggled desperately, trying to break free from the subdued arm, but found that he couldn't break free at all, and was secretly surprised.

"What's going on? Who is making noise!"

The sound of scolding came from above the deck, which should have alarmed the general.

A soldier replied: "General, this group of Yue people think that there is not enough food, they gather together to make trouble, and they actually catch our people!"

Another soldier said: "That tall man is their leader, he is the one who takes the lead!"

With one finger, he pointed to Yue Qian's body.

Yue Qian said loudly: "We are all prisoners, we wear shackles on our feet, and we are in a prison cell, so we dare not make trouble. I just beg the general to give me a ration, a sip of water, and barely survive."

Let go of the soldier's arm holding the whip, submerge himself and look up at the soldiers gathered above, as well as the general among the soldiers.

Yue Qian made a bow, and continued: "The general was ordered to escort the Yue slaves, and he certainly doesn't want to see the Yue slaves lose more than half of them on the way. Even if you can't give more food, please give a few more pots of water. How long can a person live without food? God, if there is no water, you can't live for a day."

"The boat sails for three days, and there are likely to be sick and hungry people in the cabin. If we sail for another three days, the cabin will be full of corpses!" Yue Qian glanced at the people around him, his words were full of emotion and motivation.

Yue Qian stood under the hatch, the sunlight above gathered on him, and he stood out alone.Facing the soldiers with whips around him and the soldiers above the hatch, Yue Qian was fearless, calm and calm, and put life and death aside.

The general saw clearly the prisoner who was talking in the cabin, and said coldly: "I thought who it was, but dared to speak nonsense, it turned out to be you!"

Yue Qian didn't know the general, but it was no surprise that the general knew him, he raised his head and said: "It's me, Yue Qian."

The soldiers who escorted Yueqian to the outskirts of the city directly obeyed the prince's orders. When the soldiers handed over the Yueqian, they must have conveyed some order from the prince to the general of the slave ship.

When Yue Qian made his speech, those prisoners who were scattered because of the fear of the whip silently gathered under the hatch and gathered around Yue Qian.

The soldier with the whip still wanted to show off his prestige and tried to disperse the prisoners. Just as he was about to raise his whip, he saw several young and strong Yue people blocking him. In panic, he had to take two steps back.

Looking at the hundreds of Yue prisoners gathered beside the son of King Yunyue, the general knew in his heart that if the prisoners revolted, there would be a lot of trouble.

The general's responsibility is to send the prisoners to the place of exile, and withhold food from the prisoners, so that more than half of them die, and they will not be able to hand over their duties at that time.

Yue Qian signaled to the Yue people who trapped the whip-wielding soldiers to let them go.

The soldier with the whip was flustered, and quickly grabbed the rope, and the soldiers above pulled him up and left the cabin.

The general ordered to close the hatch of the prisoner's cabin, and asked the left and right to hold on to the troublesome soldiers who had just come out of the cabin, and said angrily: "From today on, if anyone enters the slave cabin without authorization, they will be punished thirty times!"

The general is not blind. He can see that this group of cowardly Yue people who always only want to protect themselves have become united after this incident and dare to resist. This is what he does not want to see.

In the early morning of the second day, when the cabin door was opened, the soldiers brought down food and clean water. The food was still scarce, but the clean water was more than twice as much as before.

The Yue prisoners did not compete for food and water this time, they handed the first piece of cake and the first bowl of water to Yue Qian.

Yue Qian did not refuse, and under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, he reached out to take the food and water.

In the long and miserable life, the enslaved Yunyue people always longed for a hero, someone who could save them.

When he knew that this injured tall man, this fearless man was actually the prince of Yunyue Kingdom, the lamp in Yueren's heart that had been extinguished for more than ten years was lit again.

The author has something to say: Director: I didn't expect it, I would make a fat stamp.

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