Reborn Black Lotus can read minds

Ayao nodded: "In the old temple in the mountains, the weeds outside are half as tall as a man. The corpses in the dry wells are piled up in mountains. The rotten smell even makes the bandits in the mountains smell bad. In front of this temple is the famous Yan Mansion. After rumors, After the brutal bloodbath in the Yan Mansion, people passing by here hid like the god of plague, and ghosts passing by here were afraid of giving in. How can there be anything unsafe in a place where both humans and ghosts are afraid?"

Xiao Shun listened at the door, his teeth chattering with fear.

Shen Yuan looked at A Yao and felt distressed again. At such a beautiful age, she should have had a more splendid life.

"Why... why are you here?" Shen Yuan asked.

"We came from the north, and the harvest was not good that year. It happened to be a year of famine, great famine, civil rebellion, war, and no food to eat. The bark of the trees was all dug out, and people were eating each other... The four of us are from the same hometown. Our parents and brothers all starved to death on the way to escape. We finally made it to Kyoto without even a place to stay. The soldiers guarding the city drove away the refugees. We heard that this ruined temple There was a death there and no one wanted to come, so I sneaked in quietly."

Shen Yuan did not expect such a tragic story. He glanced at the wind chime for decoction and felt even more pity in his heart, "How did the wind chime get into the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

"Sister Feng Ling went out to look for work, but was deceived into a slave. Because she refused to speak until she was beaten to death, she was mistaken for a mute, so she was not sold to a brothel, and then resold to a trafficker. She happened to be killed by three people from the prime minister's house. Master, buy it."

Xiao Shun heard them talking about the third brother and came into the room to interject: "...No wonder Feng Chime started talking.

When the wind chime was coming, the third brother was shocked. It turned out that he had always thought the wind chime was mute..."

Shen Yuan looked at the wind chime carefully, dumb? Could it be that you bought the wind chime for this reason?

Soon, she gave up the idea. Well, no way, that doesn't make sense.

Shen Yuan pulled A Yao to the other side, and Xiao Shun followed.

She glanced at Xiao Zhenzi, thinking about his longing for his legs to heal, and asked in a low voice: "How is Xiao Zhenzi's condition? Is his leg still okay?"

A Yao burst into tears when she heard this: "He has vomited two or three bowls of blood in the past few days. I'm afraid the biggest problem is not in his legs. The internal organs in his body have been smashed. He probably won't survive. Ugh. Woohoo..."

Hearing this, Xiao Shun felt something in his heart.

His hands shook, and the handkerchief that had been covering his mouth and nose suddenly fell to the ground, along with the young master air that he had been pampered since childhood.

"Ah?" Shen Yuan's eyes were wet and red, "Why is this happening? Can't you afford a doctor?"

Ayao sighed, "I've already asked. Sister Feng Ling immediately invited the doctor when she came that night, but the doctor couldn't cure him. He said that his life was hanging on the Naihe Bridge and he might not live long... ..."

Under the abuse of the wind and cold, Ayao, who was already as pale as paper, finally couldn't help hiding her face and sobbing, "When he was in good health, he would carry hundreds of kilograms of goods on his shoulders without blinking. Others thought he was a The silly country bumpkin often bullied him. He never argued with others and always worked down-to-earth. Sometimes when he met a shopkeeper with a bad temper, he would be beaten with a long whip until his whole body was cracked, his lips were so painful that he could not even eat. eat

No less... After receiving his wages, he would not spend any money on himself, but would buy everything for us. He treats us as family members..."

Ayao was so distressed that she couldn't continue, "There is no way to report to the official, the superiors don't care... Xiaozhen, he..."

Before she finished speaking, she was already crying.

Shen Yuan turned her head away uncomfortably and looked at Xiao Shun.

Xiao Shun lowered his head and said nothing.

"Xiao Shun, you..." Shen Yuan had never seen him like this before and couldn't help but step forward to show concern.

Xiao Shun put his hand in front of him, "Don't come over, I want to be alone for a while."

Shen Yuan hesitated to speak, but finally did not walk over.

Xiao Shun had many complicated emotions in his mind at this moment, but the same picture lingered in his mind like a man possessed.

That was the scene where the third brother was urging him to study in front of his bed when he was recovering from a serious illness.

"Today we won't talk about the Four Books and Five Classics, but about the history of Jokhang."

Xiao Xingyun was only a half-grown boy at that time. He leaned on the bedside and seemed to see something far away in his eyes.

"Once Yecheng rebelled, all the Central Plains raised flags in response. Within a month, Zhao Mang wore a yellow robe, inherited the great rule, and established a great cause as a king."

"Zhao Mang? But we are the founding emperor of Zhao Mang?" Xiao Shun asked, tilting his little head.

"Yes, Zhao Mang was brave and decisive, and his knowledge was unparalleled. His achievements were enough to illuminate the sun and the moon, and to be recorded in the history books. Therefore, when the Yuan Dynasty was changed to found the country, the country was named 'Zhao', and the history became 'Emperor Zhao Gao'."

Xiao Xingyun continued: "At the beginning of the new dynasty, the people were prosperous, the seas and rivers were clear, and transportation was mutual. Zhao Mang made bold words to Zhao Mang. I, Dazhao, will not cede land, pay compensation, or make peace. The emperor will guard the country, and the king will die in the country. For a time, the people

My heart is lifted. "

"Then what?" Xiao Shun was extremely curious. He always felt that the history told from the third brother's mouth seemed to be telling a real story, which was particularly touching.

"Different from the previous dynasty where 'literati and scholar-bureaucrats rule the world together', Zhao Mang said that if the civil servants can stabilize the country and govern the country, the military can also immediately determine the world. From then on, the lofty status of the generals of Zhao was established." Xiao Xingyun held Xiao Shun's little finger, Counting them one by one, "The Shen family of Liaoyuan, the Wu family of Southern Xinjiang, and the Huo family of Western Regions are the three great founding generals of Dazhao."

Xiao Xiaoshun clapped his hands in reverence, "Third brother, they are so amazing! Is it because they have read a lot of books?"

"Yes, but books only give you the experience of predecessors," Xiao Xingyun patiently called him, "Books must be read, and they must be connected with reality."

Xiao Xiaoshun nodded as if understanding.

An eldest brother is like a father, Xiao Xingyun's words sprouted in the heart of little Xiao Shun.

It was obviously such a long-lasting memory, but it was still vivid in Xiao Shun's mind, as if it was just yesterday.

In the festive atmosphere of the Loy Krathong Festival, all kinds of lights are lit up all over the city. Carps jump over the dragon gate and Chang'e flies to the moon, all of which are lifelike. The carp's fish scales are embedded with a pair of eyes like blue discs and rolling beads, which are very impressive. And Chang'e's skirt was like pink petals, exploding into brilliant fireworks in the night sky.

Xiao Shun looked at the lights all over the city and couldn't help but feel confused and lonely.

In today's world, is it that literati and scholar-bureaucrats rule together, or do military generals and civil servants rule together, or... treacherous ministers and redundant officials have taken over today's government and control most of the country?

Xiao Shun noticed that the cognition constructed in his mind was collapsing, or in other words, all along, other people's

The ivory tower imposed on him was actually broken down at this moment.

There were tears in the eyes of the little boy. He had never been a cold young man, but at this moment, he narrowed his sleeves and clenched his little fists tightly. There seemed to be something beyond that little body. Powerful energy.

He looked at the sky above the ruined temple, overlooking Kyoto's Ying'an Tower, Changshi Street, Bluestone Tea Alley, Dushui River, and Yeying Mountain, as if the prosperity no longer belonged to him.

There was a hint of determination in his eyes, and he silently made a certain ambition in his heart.

The moonlight was flowing and gurgling, and the water waves slantedly reflected the lively capital city in the distance, which contrasted with Xiao Shun's body like a gorgeous Milky Way.

This scene was deeply engraved in Shen Yuan's heart, but he didn't know that when he thought of it again in the future, he would be filled with emotions.