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Xiao Liu leaned against the wall and yelled "Young Master" again ecstatically, almost jumped over the wall and threw it on Wang Bing's head, and came down to open the door.

Xiao Liu was a little afraid to go out, and poked his head through the tiny crack of the door, with a very rich and worried expression: "Why don't you go home, young master? He was found to be whipped by the night watchman."

Wang Bing smelled of blood and didn't want to go over, so he stood in the middle of the road and greeted him: "I'm going home now, Xiao Liu, go in quickly."

Children are very curious, so Xiao Liu looked at Wang Bing's rags, "Master, are the clothes still suitable?"

"Xiao Liu's ingenuity, the clothes couldn't be more suitable, you go in quickly."

"That would be great!" Xiao Liu cheered, "Thank you, Young Master."

Wang Bing was about to say no thanks, but Cen Li didn't know about them, so he only guessed that Wang Bing was kind to the little one whose origin was unknown, so he took the first step and said, "He's homeless." Gui, can you keep him overnight?"

Tu Ya: "Wang, what are you doing again!"

Cen Li glanced at Tu Ya without answering, walked behind Wang Bing, and secretly poked the blood hole on Wang Bing's right shoulder. Xiao Liu was a little scared, looked at the two timidly without knowing the truth, and asked Wang Bing in a worried voice: "real?"

The weak willow Fufeng-shaped prince was stabbed in a blood hole, but he could still hold back his screams, his eyes went black from the pain, and his flowery face miraculously did not touch the bluestone slab.

Wang Bing was carried into the house, which was a small dilapidated house with a thatched roof and earthen walls. Cen Li took off the rag and threw it on Wang Bing. Xiao Liu just recovered from the shock of Wang Bing's sudden collapse. Only then did he notice the clothes on Cen Li's body, and saw a bit of sternness from that face that was different from theirs, so scared that he dared to pant for water to take care of Wang Bing.

They grew up together, even when they were arrested, they had to hold hands together. The stubborn Tu Ya realized something when he carried Wang Bing into the house. He didn't stop him, and stared blankly out the window Starless sky.

Cen Li and Tu Ya went out and jumped onto the roof, disappearing into the vast night.

A long time later, someone asked Cen Li why he wanted to save Wang Bing, who was such an oil bottle. Cen Li looked at the south, his eyes were out of focus, and he didn't know whether he was looking at the clouds in the distance or the trees nearby, and he smiled, "In a chaotic and hopeless era, He has a flourishing world in mind, that’s all.”

The first quarter moon finally cleared away the clouds and came out, shining into the sleeping county town, under the moon were two people.

The two looked down from the roof of Xiaoliu's house, Tu Ya raised his chin, and the words were already incomplete: "This is..."

Lin Yi and Liu Pi actually met at the door of Xiaoliu's house. They both looked incredible. After talking for a while, Liu Pi waved his hand. Five people behind him, three of them walked behind Lin Yi. It seemed that the two Has reached an agreement on a certain aspect, and then dispersed after saying goodbye.

Cen Li secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and then his face became gloomy again. There is nothing worse than this. The city gate can't get out, Sima Ye's shop can't go back, and at dawn, he has to hide from the whole city like a thief. .

Tu Ya didn't know Liu Pi, and thought that Lin Yi was more difficult to deal with when he was full of fights.But looking at Cen Li's face, he knew that the situation was serious, so he asked cautiously: "I can still fight, can I get out?"

Cen Li shook his head, "The man with the iron bow is a formidable character. His riding and archery skills are not inferior to my father's. How can he kill him? By the way, how do you know I'm here?"

The great hero Tu Ya smiled and showed his neat big white teeth, "I rushed here when I saw the fire." Coincidentally, the place was near Wang Bing's house, and the stubborn Tu Ya knew Cen with his toes. stood there.

Cen Li slapped Tu Ya seriously: "If I'm not here, aren't you going to die? Stay where you are told, and don't disobey my orders in the future."

Tu Ya acted like I heard it but just didn't want to follow your naughty expression, reached into the cloak and pulled Cen Li's clothes.Their king wore Liang people's clothes. Tu Ya remembered that he liked Liang people's things since he was a child. He was writing a torn book, his fingers were red from the cold, and he kept turning it over and over again, uttering strange words that he couldn't understand. Cen Li told him that he was learning Chinese by himself, and that he must leave this barren land in the future and go to that Tu Ya. nasty place.

He said the people there don't wear animal skins like they do, they don't look down on the weak, and the old are respected instead of just eating leftovers.

But when they came, it was the time of Emperor Min. The princes and kings had been fighting for four years. Years of wars were raging and everyone was hungry. The fat aquatic plants were trampled into cracked dry land. In the world, the relationship between relatives is becoming increasingly distant, changing names and even killing each other, and behind the gentleness and humility of the upper and lower levels is mutual resentment.

This is actually the end of etiquette development.But Tu Ya doesn't think so, there is nothing here that can compare to the fish, turtles and birds in his hometown, and the air is filled with hypocrisy.When they crossed the Great Wall, their longing eyes only saw decay. It was a feeling that their dreams were completely shattered by a punch and then swallowed hard. A group of white-eyed wolves, why can't they replace them?

Xiao Liu wrung out the cloth and wiped Wang Bing's upper body. The child was weak, so he couldn't pick up Wang Bing and wipe his back. Cen Li walked into the bedroom, looked at the bloody water for a while, went to the couch and sat down. Wrapping one hand around Wang Bing's waist, he held his head with the other hand, put his head on his shoulder, took the blood cloth from Xiao Liu's hand who was stupidly beside him, and said with rare tenderness: "You guys How did you meet?"

Xiao Liu timidly said: "Young master came to our silk and satin shop to buy clothes...but the clothes I made were returned by customers, and the boss said that if I don't sell them tonight, I will leave..."

Cen Li snorted, threw the cloth into the basin, and put one hand on Bing Wang's waist. Xiao Liu consciously washed and wrung the cloth and handed it to Cen Li. Trembling, he bravely asked Cen Li: "How did you get hurt like this, young master?"

Cen Li: "Don't ask, you go to rest. We won't do anything to you, just stay overnight."

Xiao Liu nodded, although he was a little wary of this foreigner at first, but after seeing him take care of Wang's illness, this wariness simply turned into "You are a good person if you save him", and then said: "My parents Although he passed away early, they taught me a lot of principles in life, I can see that the young master is a good person, so there is no need to leave in a hurry, let's leave after he heals his injuries."

Xiao Liu left with the blood basin in his hand, Cen Li put down Wang Bing, blew out the lamp, and took Tu Ya to count the stars on the roof.

Cen Li picked up the dead grass and put it to his mouth, "Wang Fu, do you remember? The one who knelt next to Chongyan and licked his feet when we sneaked away to Luoyang that year."

Tu Ya also picked up the dead grass: "Remember, damn it, it was his idea to let Chongyan hit Pingyang."

Before going to Luoyang, Cen Li had already seen that Chongyan had something wrong in his heart, but his father relied on him very much, and he had to discuss all matters of the war with him.Cen Li secretly followed the army to Luoyang, just looking for an opportunity to expose him.

Cen Li: "I thought so too at first, but it's not the truth. Wang Fu is a smart man. He knew that my father's greatest contribution to the emperor was Chongyan, and he also knew that my father relied heavily on him, so he pretended to rely on him. He came to separate my father and Chongyan. Later he failed because Chongyan was really cunning, maybe he saw Wang Fu's plot at that time, so he killed him to show his loyalty to my father." Cen Li gritted his teeth and said: "Even I was deceived by him, my father asked him to go back to Xiangguo, I should stop him!"

Tu Ya gritted his teeth and said: "That Liang dog Wang Fu actually has this origin! Tai is also scheming!"

"He is Wang Bing's father, here, the one below." Cen Li poked his finger down on the roof, his eyes dim.

Tu Ya's jaw dropped again, too shocked to speak.

The wind picked up, and the clouds parted, revealing the stars.

"You may not have seen him. When the army arrived near Luoyang, we all thought he had the demeanor that a celebrity should have. Unexpectedly, he betrayed Liang Guo and came to join us in only four or five days. At that time, he was followed by a young man. Wang Fu was born The famous family had a good reputation, and Chongyan didn't have the determination to kill Wang Fu at that time, so he let them worship in the barracks for a few days. Chongyan was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and when he realized that they had other plans, he immediately killed Wang Fu, But that boy was gone. After killing Wang Fu, Chongyan went straight to Luoyang with a sharp sword and captured a hundred thousand Liang soldiers and the emperor without a leader. We questioned those soldiers and found out that it was his only son."

"Everyone says that it was Wang Fu's scheme that led to Zhao's demise, but I don't think that Wang Fu's appearance just hastened Zhao's demise. Although I hate my father, and even think that he deserved to be killed by Chongyan, who Tell him to kill Uncle and let Chongyan give him military power. When I met Wang Bing in the restaurant, I really wanted to take revenge, but he kept helping me... If he knew that I was Liu Kou’s son, he would definitely think about it too. Just strangle me. When I thought about it later, it didn’t matter.”

At that time, Cen Li didn't take this matter to heart. The victory in occupying Luoyang was enough for them to have a carnival without getting drunk, and that young man might have become a floating corpse that blocked the river, or the victim of countless innocent souls under the sword of the Huns. one.

Cen Li didn't know which nerve was wrong, recalled Wang Bing's words, and shook his head again.

Looking up, you can see the flames of war, the unified land is torn apart, the people are displaced, the capable people are excluded, and the high-ranking people do not want to make progress... The era is a strange circle.

With stars everywhere, Cen Li lowered his voice and said to himself: "I don't feel guilty for innocent people just because my father started this war. Whether they live or die has nothing to do with me. But... what if... Maybe there is a day when everyone can shake hands and make peace?"

Wang Bing asked sleepily, "Where is this?"

Cen Li jumped in from the window, "At the children's house in Silk Village, you lost too much blood and passed out."

Wang Bing didn't intend to expose him, so he propped himself up and sat up ignorantly, "Bring a pen and paper."

Cen Li brought him a desk, lit the lamp, and there were paper and ink pens on it. Wang Bing sat on the couch, holding the pen in his left hand, and began to draw on the paper.

Wang Bing drew a simple map. Their positions were replaced by triangles, and a line was drawn, going straight to the gate of the city, which was replaced by a horizontal line. He said: "The gate of the city will open at dawn, and Lin Yi will definitely wait for it. If you find out the people in the city, you can't force your way in." Then he drew a circle on the side of the official road outside the alley to replace the silk and satin shop, and pointed: "This is where Xiao Liu works part-time, and the silk and satin shop needs Xiao Liu to accompany him early in the morning. To deliver the goods, I don’t know where exactly, their carriage is spacious enough, now there is only one way…”

Cen Li smiled.

One of them is a noble son who was abandoned by his family and country, and the other is a prince of a country who has the heavy responsibility of restoring the race. They sit facing each other, and the lights are like beans, illuminating a small world among them. Intersection without distance, this short distance of a few steps is separated by countless mountains of swords and seas of fire.

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