[Qin] Qin Shi

Gergentana didn't have this name at the beginning. In the beginning, this name representing "Pearl" belonged to her elder sister, the same mother, who came from the first name of the tribal leader that she never had the chance to meet. Daughter's name.

What is her name? Over the years, she was called "Gentana" by others, and this name replaced her original name unconsciously, and she herself gradually forgot her real name.

There is nothing dirty about borrowing her own sister's name, but the year she was born coincided with the grassland tribe's struggle. Her father, the leader of the tribe, was defeated by the leader of another tribe. Before her mother was defeated, He only had time to hide in the box with her, and fled in a hurry in the name of 'giving his daughter a wedding present'.

At that time, her older sister, the former Pearl of the Grassland, had only been married for a month.

This was originally an alliance between two big tribes, but because their father lost too quickly, the man the sister married saw that the situation was over, so he tore up the alliance and switched to the new Shanyu who wiped out their tribe—fortunately, he It's not completely ruthless, in addition to ignoring the elder sister, it can also be regarded as acquiescing to the existence of their fleeing mother and daughter.

It's just that since then, the elder sister has lost favor, and the mother and daughter live on each other.At that time, the young baby became the last spiritual support of the two women, and they took turns taking her, who was still young, to make ends meet.

The young man has no worries, and her older sister is also the woman of the tribal leader. Although life is difficult, she will not be desolate.The men in the tribe came and went, and with her mother and sister supporting the sky above her head, it was naturally not her turn to worry about it, a little bean.

Until one day when she was playing in her friend's tent, she heard screams outside the tent.

She subconsciously thought of her mother's annoying exhortations day after day. She did not go back to her tent at home, but found a tent temporarily and stuffed herself into a box.

Through the messy things in the box, she gradually discerned that the sound was not shouting, but the sound of fighting.

She counted, wondering if it was the same for her five years ago, when she was hugged by her mother and sent out of the tribe to join her sister?

She heard the exclamation of a mother and child, and looked out through the hole in the box. She saw familiar eyes, but didn't know each other.

"I beg you, please let us go." The mother and son spoke non-standard Central Plains dialect. There were many Central Plains slaves in the tribe, and the child's excellent language talent allowed her to learn a lot without much effort. , just like at this moment, she easily understood what the mother said.

The face of the Central Plains man who was facing her was covered in blood, and he was holding a Mo knife, so he couldn't see clearly against the sun.

But what was unexpected was that the Central Plains soldier answered in grassland language: "When they knelt in front of you and begged you to let them go, did you let them go?"

Even as a five-year-old, she knew the answer.

"Look," he heard the man almost sighing, "those who kill will be killed one day, and those who oppress others will be revenged by those who were bullied sooner or later."

Her eyes were dizzy when she heard the same tongue twister.

But fortunately, she understood the latter sentence: "I won't kill you, because if I kill you, I will be no different from you."

Through the box, she saw the appearance of the Central Plains man, who looked only a year or two older than her elder sister, with delicate eyebrows, and looked a little better than her elder sister.

People from the Central Plains are so good-looking, are they still so soft-hearted?

Before she could answer this question, the boy who was held in his mother's arms drew his knife and rushed forward.

The boy didn't turn his head back either, but with a revolving knife, the blade pierced through the boy's chest, and then threw his breathless body off the knife—hitting on the box.

She let out a small exclamation because of the hot blood that suddenly splashed into the box.

"Ah, how did that friend of yours survive?" A woman's exclamation came from behind the curtain.

"I guess that boy didn't notice it." Compared with the startled voice in front, the one I thought of later was obviously much calmer, but this voice was empty of confidence, obviously a serious illness that hadn't improved for a long time, and the foundation was weak.

Gegentana just smiled: "The weather looks just right today, does the princess want to go out for a walk with my concubine?"

"No," that steady voice declined her, "my body is already like this, whether it's good or not, it's been the past few years. Now in this palace, except for you who occasionally think of me, come to accompany me The people I talk to, I am afraid that everyone has almost forgotten me."

"Your Majesty spoke the dialect." Over the past few decades, her Central Plains dialect has long been indistinguishable from that of people from the Central Plains. "My Majesty is a concubine, how many people are thinking about your position."

This sounded more like a provocation.

But the person behind the gauze curtain laughed happily: "I just like your temperament. Seeing you like this, I will think of me back then. Dare to love, dare to hate, dare to think and dare to do, even if it breaks through The head has to rush forward with such vigor.”

Gegentana became more and more curious. She didn't know much about this concubine of King Qi who had been hiding in the deep palace. In fact, even the attendants in King Qi's palace knew very little about this empress: "No wonder the concubine saw her at first sight. Empress, I feel that Empress is inexplicably kind. Being able to be similar to Empress is really a concubine's blessing."

It was a short silence.

Just when Gergentana was about to apologize for not knowing where she said something wrong, there was a faint sigh from behind the gauze curtain: "Don't look like it." You can see the figure of a woman hanging down and busy patting, "It's better not to be like me."

"Miss?"

"What's so good about this palace? Fighting for power and swindling each other, nothing compares to Yanbei." After the cough subsided, the woman lamented, "How many women have been sent away from this palace from generation to generation."

"Your Majesty, have you ever been to Yanbei?"

Then there was silence again, and it was still the maid who answered: "Just listening to what you said, I yearn for it--then Yanbei Jun is an interesting and wonderful person. He listened to Madam, but he has seen it?"

Gegentana was skeptical, but she also knew that she was not good enough to ask: "I heard that he is the son of the old general Lianpo. How can ordinary people like concubines meet such noble people?"

"That's right," Princess Qi replied softly, her tone was unclear, "It must be a young hero raised in a golden nest, but since he is Lian Po's son, why did he vote for Qin?"

Gegentana blinked her eyes, and responded without changing her face: "How can us women know this, if the empress is interested, I will ask King Qi another day?"

"It's not necessary, it's just that my only daughter married to the Qin State, and I have a lot of concerns."

The information in my heart went back and forth, but I couldn't find a woman with a name and surname in the Queen Qin's harem. I think this princess of Queen Qi is locked in the deep palace like her mother: " But this Lord Yanbei is powerful enough, and now he has conquered the Three Kingdoms."

Princess Qi smiled lightly: "So what about you?" Behind the gauze curtain, the voice was obviously weak, but in front of her whose martial arts were called "good" by herself, it could make her feel strangely uncomfortable.

——It should be said that it is a woman who has been stabilizing the concubines in King Qi's harem for so many years, even if she has been unfavored for many years like her sister and has not seen King Qi again, can she still marry her daughter to King Qin's woman?

"Have you thought about taking revenge on Mr. Yanbei?"

revenge?

She looked up at the tall and majestic city above her head, and the word "Yanbei" written sharply on it. She inadvertently remembered that when she was young, she lay on her sister's lap and asked her what their father was like. people?

'In Sister's opinion, he is a hero. Mingzhu smiled while stroking her hair, "When Yeye was here, our family had more than a dozen slaves who could be used. We didn't have to farm or worry about food and clothing, as long as we drove those Central Plains people to do it."We just need to have fun every day, exercise our riding skills, and wait for Yeye to find a good man to marry us off. '

What were those days like?

"Hey, can you come in or not?" The soldier who received the customs seemed to dislike her being stuck in the queue, "If you don't want to come in, you can hesitate over there, don't delay our registration."

"Ah, I want to come, I want to come." She imitated the words of the Central Plains people, and stepped forward, "How much money do I have to pay for entering the customs?"

'My sister, so you have to remember, you are the daughter of Yeye, an eagle on the grassland! '

"No need," Xu said because the outsider was a girl, the soldier who received the pass waved his hand, "The major general said that all those who want to integrate into Yanbei will be Yanbei's own people in the future. Remember, if you don't cause trouble in Waiguan within five years, then you can take Yanbei's hometown."

"I see." She shook her head, "Then how do you know that I'm not the one with evil intentions?"

"Just you?" The soldier on the other side laughed, "Little girl, you are not as tall as our general—a little guy like you, even if he trains for another ten years, he may not be as good as our general." The general has one finger. But for your peace of mind, let me register your name and mark you in red for key observation!"

"Focus on the observation, focus on the observation," she laughed, and looked towards the small village that was already in its infancy in the distance. "If the Central Plains is not good, then I will go back to the grassland——Gentana."

she said so.

"I'm Gergentana, and I'm here to repay my benefactor."

As an eagle, even against the light, she could clearly see the boy's eyes looking at the box.

"Don't worry, I won't touch your major general. After I finish paying my debts, I'm going to kill Shan Yu and avenge me."

revenge.

The woman holding the child put the bouquet in her hand in front of the towering huge stone monument. The snow-white bouquet merged with other flowers to form a sea of ​​flowers.

"Mother?" The child tugged at the corner of his mother's clothes, "Why do we offer flowers?"

"It's to commemorate," the married woman looked down at her five-year-old daughter. "It's also to remind myself."

"To commemorate what?" The child raised his head in confusion, "There are so many words on it."

Yes, many of the names above are heroes who shed blood for Yanbei.

There is no father who died in tribal fighting, no mother who died protecting her sister, no sister Mingzhu who committed suicide because she thought that the Central Plains people would share women like the Huns...

And no one she would have wanted revenge on.

"It is to remind us that people will always die, but death is very different from death."

She looked at her innocent daughter, who had never experienced war or witnessed bloodshed, and smiled lightly.

Have you ever had revenge?

Never, never will.

Gegentana turned her head and saw the old man kneeling in front of the tombstone in the distance, slowly picking out the withered flowers from among the blooming flowers, holding the hand of her husband beside him: "I have never been able to tell my brother, I owe you His life."

The man immersed in his own thoughts turned his head, and the boy in his arms heard his mother's voice, and his father's big eyes followed his father's turn, and turned to her.

"Brother said that the murderer will always be killed—it shouldn't be his."

Following his gaze, the man also saw the old man who picked up flowers: "If you are uneasy, you can accompany Yue to guard Yanbei. His Majesty has just ascended the throne, and the remnants of the six kingdoms are gradually rising. His Majesty still needs Yanbei to be his... What about the backing?"

Madam paused, noticing her husband's ridicule and disdain, she stopped looking at that man: "Actually, when I entered the Central Plains, I wanted to repay the favor, but I didn't think that the more I repay the favor, the more I owe."