[Qin] Qin Shi

In the winter of Zhao country, there will be a heavy snowfall. After the heavy snowfall, the world will be covered in white snow, as if the world is clean and clear, and even a little stain can't be tolerated.

For the royal family and nobles, there are countless pastimes and entertainments in front of this beautiful scenery, but for the poor people, it is a catastrophe that happens regularly every year: "Hiss, you are a ruthless person." Stolen steamed buns, the little beggar wearing this ill-fitting old robe turned into an alley.

His steps were not restricted by the snow past his ankles. He was so familiar with this path that he knew where there were raised stones and where there were slopes that could be used.So soon, there were only a series of crooked footprints left on the smooth snow surface, which disappeared behind a certain dog hole, and were soon covered by flying snow, making it difficult to track down.

After the little beggar took a shortcut and went through one dog hole after another, he finally returned to his stronghold before the two steamed buns in his arms became cold.It is not accurate to say that it is a stronghold, it is just a dilapidated house that was abandoned at some time, and even the snowy sky above the head can be seen clearly.

When I got back into the house, the firewood I lit before leaving had been cold for a long time.The little beggar didn't feel that there was anything wrong, and walked over the broken pieces on the ground to a corner of the room, and then lifted the pile of Tuo in the corner. Take care to push stacked clothes together.

Under the clothes, there was an adult with his back leaning against the wall, his face buried between his knees like a baby.The man's hair was loose on the front and back of his body because of the side-lying movement, covering his face.The right arm on the top is not like the left hand that is tied to the knee and pressed under the body, hanging in front of the body in a very weak posture.

Feeling the sudden cold wind, the figure shivered, and subconsciously stepped back.against the wall.The little beggar knelt down and reached out to touch his hand: "Well, it's still burning, wouldn't it make you a fool?" He muttered softly, "The guy who threw you here is not reliable."

As he said this, he put the clothes back on him: "This is going to be hell, they really can't feed you at all, so they plan to throw you anywhere, right?" Once, he didn't forget to expose the opponent's head.

Then the little beggar took out the flint from under the straw mat where the other party was lying, lit the dry firewood hidden elsewhere, and then took some effort to rekindle the firewood: "I don't think they want you to live on, maybe Qian asked me to watch you, why didn't you take you to the post station to rest, and didn't let me call you a doctor?"

The more I think about it, the more I feel that this group of people is not a good person: "I said, you are not fugitives, are you?" He looked trapped in his clothes, with black hair covering most of his face, and he could only see his pale lips exhaling. The hot young man said, "For example, I heard that the group of lunatics who burned Zhao Palace in Handan a few days ago and almost killed Gong Zijia?"

Thinking of the news I heard at the market before I came back, there was only curiosity on my face: "I heard that the fire can be seen clearly outside the city of Handan. I don't know who made it. If I grow up in the future It would be nice to be such a cool person." My heart is full of longing, "But such a big fire, tsk, it must be very warm."

Thinking of this, the little beggar tugged at his own clothes, and looked at the clothes piled up on the other party with salivating eyes: "Actually, I am also cold," he said to himself, "So you are so hot, help me get some clothes." I think Nuan is very good." He said, opened his clothes and rushed in.

Then he was warmed by the other party's temperature until he fell asleep.

Until the person behind him seemed to be trapped in some kind of nightmare, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and he kept murmuring vague words that he couldn't understand. All he could capture was 'play barrel' and something like 'xi ', rubbed his eyes, and was no longer surprised by the other party's reaction at the moment: "So they are all injured like this, and they are still reciting poems in a coma. It's really strange for a scholar."

He pushed back with ease, sandwiching the person between him and the wall.Such a violent act quickly controlled the opponent's body, and the person who had been asleep for many days was awakened by the pain in his right shoulder because of his action. Although his vision was still slightly blurred, there was someone beside his ear. muttered.

"...It's pretty, isn't it some kind of concubine or male waiter?"

Bai Shu's brain is not fully awake yet, but with years of combat experience, he can almost subconsciously judge where he is and his own situation.The location is unknown but it seems to be safe. The one in his arms is unknown but the other party is not very old. It seems that there is something between him and him so the other party has not given up on himself.

Seriously injured but not in danger of life for the time being, he was lucky, he thought it was either hell or a prison when he opened his eyes again.

The wound has been bandaged, but the whole right arm feels nothing.Compared with the right hand, the left arm did not suffer any serious injuries, perhaps because it was pressed under the body, and it became numb and painful when moved a little, which is a blessing in misfortune.At this moment, he only moved a little, and he felt a piercing pain and the coldness brought by the blood circulation in his fingertips.

Thinking of Lian Po almost desperately turning around when he was shocked, and the unsharp penetrating straight into his body, Bai Shu let out a low-pitched sound from his throat, like a feline discovering that its domain has been violated. The sound of outsiders attacking.

The little beggar didn't care, or he had heard too many voices like this these days, and he thought that the other party was immersed in a nightmare, so he maintained the movement of kicking the ground and pushing back hard, and continued to babble: "But If you climb out of the river in winter, whoever you don’t will burn.”

"Crawled out of the river?" Bai Shu's brain, like a rusty machine, slowly began to spin under the push of human power, but it was stuck in an unknown place before two gears were moved. —The last thing he remembers should be the endless alley in Handan, right?

It's just that Bai Shu made such a sudden noise, he was used to talking to himself in the past two days, he was the only "living person" in the whole broken house, a little beggar who didn't answer, but he was frightened and lost his composure.The little beggar uttered a short cry, rolled out of front of him, and almost fell into the fire.

"It's a fraud!" After saying that, he also realized that his reaction was too aggressive, "Can't you give me a hint before you speak?" Pointing at Bai Shu's face angrily, "You put your The benefactor scared you, you know that!"

Probably because it was still burning, hearing the accusations, grievances and apologies swept Bai Shu's brain: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." After saying the words, it seemed that some terrible valve had been opened, and more sorry poured out of the corner of his mouth, One after another, children who couldn't wait crowded forward and back in clusters, wanting to see the world behind the door.

This posture completely frightened the little beggar who was using his aura to scare people. The reason why he criticized him first was because he didn't know how much the other party listened to him, and he was afraid that the other party would care about his rudeness, so he first Ask questions one step at a time.That's what he did when he was arrested for doing something wrong before, and often when people saw him being imposing, they would unconsciously back down.

Little beggars who have never been in contact with Zheye don't know what "preemptive strikes" and "oppressing others with momentum" are.But after spending so long on the street, he can still see that neither the person with high fever in front of him nor the slightly fat man who handed him over to him are not ordinary people.

He was just afraid that the other party would care about his previous actions, but what kind of development is this now?

What he didn't know was that as Bai Shu said sorry one after another, many pictures flashed past one after another.There are people from Yanbei, Handan, and Qin. In the end, many, many years ago, he buried them in all the low-end high-rise buildings in memory.

So, who is he saying sorry to?

The gears finally started to rotate slowly while being vigorously advanced.

"Yuan, I forgive you." The little beggar was frightened by Bai Shu. He got up from the ground and took two steps to the left, avoiding the fire. If you know you are wrong, then I will forgive you, and you will not be allowed to mention this matter again."

The numbness in Bai Shu's left hand has passed, he propped himself up vigorously, and he didn't feel it when he was lying down, but when he tried to sit up, he realized that his body was still weak. If it wasn't for the little beggar's quick eyesight and hands to help him, he might fall down again Returning to the original position: "You just said that you crawled out of the river?"

He coughed three times in one sentence, and his voice was terrible hoarse, but on the contrary, his brain began to think: "How far is this from Handan?"

"Then how do I know?" The little beggar had a lot of strength, and easily straightened him up, leaning against the wall, "You came from Handan? They said that the Handan palace was on fire before, did you see it?" He Interested in this matter, she moved closer to Bai Shu's side and wrapped the two of them tightly with clothes.

fire?

'So, he didn't set the fire. 'Like an old tape film, a blurry picture with black and white spots flashed slowly before his eyes. It was a slightly fat man kneeling in front of him—this man, he knew—but he couldn't remember Who is this person?" Xi said that when you left Yanbei, you burned down the stockade outside the pass, and now he is going to burn down the Zhao Palace. '

"Where is Liyanbei here?" Subconsciously asked, "What's the name of that river?"

"I really know Yanbei," the little beggar was busy stuffing himself with clothes to warm himself up, "I heard from my old man who died a few days ago that it's only ten days' walk from here to Yanbei. He told me to go to Yanbei after I died, and I heard that children there can read and write, and when they grow up, there will be someone to help you find a way to support yourself.”

"Zhao Li guessed right," Bai Shu heard his own voice, "Yanbei's intelligence network is abolished. 'Is this what he said? He didn't think so, although it was his voice, but for some reason he was so sure that the words did not come from him.

But if not him, then who?

"Hey, are you stupid? So many questions?" The little beggar looked sideways at the young man who was sitting a head taller than him. Let me find a doctor for you, but don’t let me find a post station for you, so you are stupid, and it has nothing to do with me.”

But Bai Shu didn't hear the little beggar's words, he looked at the burning fire in front of him, his voice was hoarse as if he was afraid of something: "System...system?"

The first time, no one answered.

The author has something to say: If the author is a devil series - how to write the ending now:

BE version: Xiao Shu burned into a fool, and since then she has forgotten the past, was taken by a little beggar to be a beggar, and then died in an inconspicuous corner on a certain winter day just like when he first came to this world.And the sword went through several twists and turns, and finally returned to the hands of the first emperor. Thousands of years later, when the technology was developed enough, later generations discovered this creation that transcended the times in the funeral objects, and named it "the first emperor's sword".

HE version: Xiao Shu became stupid and forgot about the past since then. The little beggar thought this person was really handsome, and it happened that she had reached the age for marriage, so she married Xiao Shu and had a child.The foolish Xiaoshu insisted on calling the child "Xi", but one day Xi fell into the water, and the foolish version of Xiaoshu rescued him but failed to survive.Later, this child named Xi became an official in a small county in the Qin State. One day by chance, he met the Emperor Qin who was on a tour here, and since then he has been promoted steadily and become a marquis.

Fantasy version: Xiaoshu was burned to death, and the sword fell into the hands of His Majesty.Later, His Majesty ascended, and the weapon that ascended with him finally gave birth to a three-headed little sword spirit after thousands of tempers.The little sword spirit reflects the master's heart, has a pair of light brown peach blossom eyes, has small pear dimples when smiling, and has three petals of flowers on the forehead. The long ice and snow are cute like his former master.His Majesty looked at this little sword spirit who was very curious about everything, and finally named him 'Qin Yan'. Since then, the whole sect finally waited for their young suzerain.

Ghost version: Thousands of years later, a scholar named Pu Songling passed by Xianyang in the middle of the night, and passed by a ghost who was waiting for someone in the wilderness.After listening to the ghost's story, he wrote two new articles in "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio", titled "Tomb of the General" and "Tomb of the King"—of course, the rest of the two people's lives in the story have been separated since Xianyang. , life, death, yin and yang, there is no intersection.

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all fake!

The author gave a devilish smile.

Mo Fang, there will be more "If the author is a devil" series in the future.

It's time to ask you, today, do you love the author more? (If there is, there may be more updates today, crazy hints)

感谢在2020-01-0417:57:16~2020-01-0510:53:17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 1 Jinse Huanian;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: I can only change the name of 30 bottles if I have been renamed;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!