Concubine Yu's biography

It had just rained lightly, and half of the ruined walls and broken tiles were wet.Ji Yuan's face in the ruins shook like a convulsion, a cluster of water flowed out from the hair above the temple, passed through his right eye, and flowed down the bridge of his nose.

A white cat jumped onto an shapeless rock next to it, staring at him with glazed eyes, then jumped off the rock and licked his face without saying a word.

Ji Yuan woke up slowly.

The white cat stepped back and looked at him with its head up, as if it didn't know the world.

Ji Yuan opened his eyes, his head was still muddy, and his body's consciousness had not fully recovered.He felt numb all over and couldn't use any strength. The only bit of sobriety made him lift his eyelids and look at the cat.

Who said cats were fickle?Obviously no cats.

The white cat saw that his breathing gradually became normal again, and leaned over to rub his face again.Ji Yuan held back his shoulders and found that there was no pain, so he shouldn't have suffered any injuries.He lifted his upper body vigorously, twisted his waist, and suddenly noticed that there was an arm under the stone on his right, and half of the dragon robe material was still rolled up on the arm.

He froze, then frantically went to dig the hand.

The cat tilted its head, as if puzzled.

In the end, what Ji Yuan dug out was only a severed arm, wrapped in tattered dragon robe sleeves.

He held the severed arm in his hand in disbelief, tears filled his eyes unknowingly, and shouted the man's name out of tune, "Bi Chu... Bi Chu..."

In the evening, another light rain fell, which woke up the delirious Ji Yuan.

He held the severed arm, wrapped his red eyes with the remaining fabric, supported the leg that was disabled again in the catastrophe, and limped out of the ruins.

The capital of Yu was completely in ruins, as if it had just experienced a huge earthquake, the living wept bitterly, and the dead were silent.

Ji Yuan held Yu Bichu's severed arm in the crook of his left arm, grabbed a cane picked up on the road with both hands, dragged his deformed right foot, and walked numbly along the crowd of people who were mourning the loss of their loved ones. walk alone.

Ji Yuan didn't realize that the ruins where he woke up were not where the palace was.And Yudu, the main target of Xianqi's attack, did not have a Xianqi person to clean up the mess.

Follow the refugee group all the way west.Due to physical reasons, he couldn't keep up with the big troops, so he had to stop and go alone.

The scourge of Xianqi is very wide. A large area from Yudu to the west is full of strong gunpowder smoke, and the grass and trees are covered with thick yellow dust, obviously looking like a survivor after a catastrophe.

Maybe it was because of his lack of physical strength, he always felt tired after walking a few steps.The right ankle slowly began to fester due to the harsh environment.

Lulu steadfastly followed him, occasionally ran away for a while, and would come back soon.

Ji Yuan became like a wooden figure. When he was tired and hungry, he sat down on the ground, picked up a grass, shook the ashes, and put it in his mouth.After more than a month, the already thin person almost lost his shape, looking like a monster.

There may be some coincidence in the world, no matter how many unreliable circles you make, but you will always meet in the same place, walk a few more steps, raise your head, and meet again.

Ji Yuan felt that his mouth was dry and bitter, and he could smell a foul smell when he exhaled.

He lifted the unsightly frayed shroud and glanced at the broken arm, his dull eyeballs were like stones inlaid, motionless.After a while, he squatted down, clamped the broken arm between his thigh and lower abdomen, poked the plaster on the ground, and pulled up a yellow-green grass.

He raised the grass sprout to his eyes, stared at it for a long time, and was about to put it in his mouth, when a child rushed over and shouted, "Uncle, you can't eat this!"

Ji Yuan staggered from being hit by her, sat down and squatted, and quickly grabbed the broken arm wrapped like a stick in his arms, but luckily it didn't fall to the ground.

The little girl had a pair of particularly bright big eyes on her dirty face. She blinked and stared curiously at the cloth stick that the strange uncle was desperately holding, thinking that it was some kind of treasure.

Behind the little girl, Lulu came back, and there was a person behind him...

The man's clothes were simple, but not torn or tattered. Compared to the refugees who came and went, he was quite decent.The only fly in the ointment... is that the man's right sleeve is empty.

...It was Yu Bichu.

Yu Bi glanced at Ji Yuan and almost didn't recognize him.Ji Yuan, on the other hand, looked down at Lulu who came back from a stroll to rub his feet, and stretched out his hand to touch it, without any consciousness of raising his head at all.

Yu Bi moved his throat, stepped forward, squatted down, and said to the little girl, "Ping'er, go find your Fifth Sister."

Ping'er got the order, rolled his eyes, and quickly ran behind.

Ji Yuan was dull to the point of dead silence, even if someone squatted in front of him, he would not be moved.Yu Bichu stared at the cloth stick he was holding firmly in his hand, and hesitantly stretched out his hand to twitch - Ji Yuan immediately bristled like a vigilant cat, facing Shangyu Bichu's eyes.

Yu Bichu looked at him, feeling that he was about to lose his breath.Ji Yuan's eyes are still so big, but there is a feeling that they will never come back.

When Xiao Wu and Jiang Yi arrived, they saw Ji Yuan buried his head in Yu Bichu's chest like a child... To be exact, Yu Bichu held him in his arms with one hand.Beside them, there is a white cat covered with mud spots and a half-covered severed arm.