Yunyue past events

Zhaoling picked up the bow and set the arrow, and hit the bull's-eye with one arrow, and the crowd cheered loudly.Zhaoling didn't show any complacency, and focused his eyes on the wooden target in front of him without distraction. Then, he fired two arrows in one breath, the speed was so fast, the two arrows shot separately but seemed to be connected. bullseye.

Enough strength, the arrow pierces the wood.

Zhaoling, who was ten years old back then, used wooden arrowheads. Now he is 15 years old and uses bronze arrowheads. Not to mention shooting wooden targets, even shooting people has enough penetrating power.

All the ministers present cheered, and one of the close ministers congratulated Rong Guojun: "My minister, congratulations to the King! Young Master Ling is young, and he has the perfect skill of hitting every shot, and he is called a genius!"

Under the minister's compliment, the monarch had a smile on his face.

The monarch of Rong Kingdom has a few strands of white hair on his temples, and a gray beard on his lips. Although the years are ruthless, he still looks tough, and he is surrounded by young and beautiful concubines from time to time.

On one side of the monarch is Mrs. Xu Ji, and on the other is the newly favored Jiang Ji.

Jiang Ji frowned slightly, and touched her flat abdomen with her hands, wondering why she was not pregnant yet.The monarch may have lost her fertility. No matter how favored she is, there will not be a child who can help her consolidate her position.

Mrs. Xu Ji was very happy to hear the ministers praised Zhao Ling one after another, and said to the monarch: "Ling'er has the ability to pass through Yang with a hundred steps, and he is not inferior to anyone in martial arts. Even Jing Qing often praises him for his intelligence and studious."

"Your Majesty, Ling'er should be rewarded for being so progressive." Mrs. Xu Ji asked her son for the reward.

At this time, Zhao Ling had already left the shooting range, and the shooting range was replaced by another young master, holding a bow and arrow, and demonstrating his archery skills in front of the monarch and officials.Zhaoling handed over the bow and arrows and other items to the followers, and walked towards her parents empty-handed.

Seeing Zhaoling approaching, the monarch asked him: "Your mother praised you for your hard work and hard work, and asked the widow to reward you. What reward does Linger want?"

Without hesitation, Zhao Ling said, "Father, my son wants a car."

The monarch turned pale and said in a deep voice, "You don't want anything else? Just want a car?"

When he was young, Zhao Ling would not dare to get close to him as long as he saw his father's fierce face. Now, he is a few years older and knows that his father is just a bluff.

"Father, my elder brother has a car, and my son wants it too." Zhaoling grabbed the monarch's arm and begged, like a child.

"Okay, my father will give you this." The king agreed with all his mouth.

Giving Zhao Ling a carriage for travel is tantamount to allowing him to leave the palace.

Zhaoling's elder brother, basically only had his own carriage after he was sixteen or seventeen years old, and he could come and go freely.

Mrs. Xu Ji said: "Thank you soon."

"Thank you, Father." Zhao Ling thanked happily.

Zhao Ling was beaming with joy, wishing his wish had come true, he retreated behind his parents and talked with other sons who had demonstrated their archery skills.

The monarch said to Mrs. Xu Ji: "Sooner or later he must be spoiled."

Mrs. Xu Ji said with a smile: "Why is it my fault? It's not that the king wants to reward him."

Listening to the conversation between their old husband and wife and He Meimei, Jiang Ji turned her face away, seeming a little displeased.

After Zhaorui shot three arrows in the shooting range, he also came to the king to ask for a reward. The king didn't like or care about his son, so he just gave him something and sent it away.

Zhaorui grew fat, especially because of the horizontal growth these years, and his height was almost overtaken by Zhaoling.

After thanking his father, Zhao Rui stepped aside immediately, went to find Zhao Ling, and asked in a low voice: "Eighth brother, does my father really give you a car?"

Zhaoling replied: "It's true or not, my father personally agreed."

Zhaorui sighed: "Oh, I just begged for a lacquer drum."

He felt a little regretful, and should ask for a more valuable item, but he was too embarrassed to ask.Zhaorui's mother came from a humble background and was not favored. As he grew older, he already knew how to position himself.

Zhaorui sighed there, and Zhaoling saw him like this, and said, "Brother Seven, I'll just take you with me when I travel, don't sigh."

Zhaorui immediately smiled, and stopped Zhao Ling's shoulders: "Good brother, the seventh brother will have something fun in the future, and invite the eighth brother to play with him!"

The king kept his word, and the next day, a brand new carriage appeared in front of Zhaoling.

The four-horse chariot with four horses, the harness is magnificent, and the parts of the car are all cast with iron, gold and silver, which is dazzling and highly skilled.

The carriage is equipped with a royal husband and four attendants with weapons.

Zhao Ling looked at this exquisite and expensive carriage, and glanced at the tall and strong attendants. He was very satisfied. He jumped on the carriage and shouted to the imperial husband: "Go, get out of the city!"

The imperial husband asked: "My lord, where do you want to go?" Zhao Ling was lying in the carriage, looking up at the vermilion lacquer hood above, and said, "Where is the excitement, where do you go!"

The imperial husband was driving the carriage and was about to leave when suddenly a middle-aged official came out of the house and shouted anxiously: "Young Master Ling, wait!"

"Go! Go! If he follows you, you won't be able to go anywhere." Not only did Zhao Ling not wait, but she also urged the imperial husband to move quickly.

The imperial husband knew who to listen to, so he raised his whip immediately, and the carriage galloped away.

The middle-aged official chased him for a short distance, he was fat and weak, and couldn't run anymore. Seeing the carriage go away, he was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.

Far away from the official responsible for taking care of her daily life, Zhao Ling seemed to remember something, and said to the imperial husband: "Stop here, and call someone."

So Zhaoling picked up his seventh brother Zhaorui, and the two traveled together.

According to Zhaoling's request, Yufu went to the most lively place in Yindu - Nanshi.

Zhaorui looked around, then turned to Zhaoling and asked, "Eighth brother, why is Zheng Bao willing to let you go out alone?"

Zheng Bao is the middle-aged official who chased the carriage just now. He manages Zhaoling's daily life, including regulating Zhaoling's behavior.

"Hey, it's not that you avoided him and ran out secretly?" Zhaorui felt that something was wrong with him.

Zhaoling didn't panic at all, and said softly, "It's because he didn't keep up."

The carriage enters the center of the downtown area, and Zhaoling has lived in the deep palace for a long time, seeing the people's life in the city with his own eyes, and finds it fresh and interesting.Everything is interesting to watch, even watching people slaughter pigs and sheep, watch people yell and sell soy milk, watch poor children fight, watch big men and women bicker, watch two dogs fight, it is full of fun.

The life in the palace is disturbed and intrigues all day long.

The life outside the palace is colorful and full of fireworks.

The ordinary people in the market saw such a dignified carriage and the tall and strong attendants who were obsessed with weapons and carriages. Their moods were completely different from those of the two teenagers in the carriage.

Whenever a carriage passed by the people, people would panic and give way, fearing that if they hesitated a little, they would be violently driven away by their followers.

Pedestrians on the road peeked at the noble royals in the car who were not allowed to look directly, feeling envious; the young royals in the car looked at the ordinary people full of life by the roadside, and felt that life outside the palace was not bad.

The carriage passed through the market, and further ahead was the Chengnan Wharf, which was very lively from a distance. Several boats were moored at the wharf, and the crew carried items from the cabins and piled them on the wharf.

"Both young masters, do you want to go further? If you go further, you will pass through the south city gate." While asking, the imperial husband reined in the horse and slowed down the speed of the car.

Zhaoling was attracted by the large number of items on the pier, colorful, vegetables and fruits, fish and shrimp, wine jars and sauce jars, and replied: "Just stop here."

"Eighth brother, this place really smells." Zhaorui covered his nose, disgusted.

It is true that most of the goods on the pier are fish, and a large fish transporting ship has just landed, and the people on board are carrying bamboo baskets containing fresh fish to the pier.

Even though Zhaorui complained, Zhaoling had already stepped off the carriage and walked towards the embankment.

The pier was dirty and messy, and there was an unpleasant fishy smell, but it couldn't stop Zhao Ling's curiosity.He found five or six slaves with disheveled hair and scantily clad clothes on a large ship moored.Wearing shackles, these slaves worked under the supervision of the soldiers on board the ship, and kept carrying the bamboo baskets on the ship ashore. The bamboo baskets were full of fresh fish and shrimp.

Zhao Ling had naturally seen slaves, such as the slaves who guarded the gates of the palace city, such as the slaves who tanned leather for the king in the big workshop.Most of them are dirty, smelly, withered, with numb expressions, as if they have no soul, not even human.

Zhaorui shouted from the car: "Eighth brother, let's go back quickly! If Zheng Baoyi goes to sue his father in a while, I will have to be disciplined again."

He is older than Zhao Ling, and among all the princes, his status is the most humble, Zheng Bao dare not speak ill of Zhao Ling to the monarch, but he dares to speak ill of him.

"Brother Seven, look at these people bringing so much fish, it must be sent to the palace. We usually eat these fish, but we don't know where they are caught."

Before, Zhaoling never thought about where the food they ate came from. Whenever there is a need, delicious food will be placed in front of them, and they will be there on call.

Zhaorui supported his chubby face, and said boredly: "Where else can I fight, I caught them in lakes and rivers."

The Yu Fu suddenly said: "Your servant knows, this is a fish brought from the Beiying camp."

As a royal husband, he often goes in and out of the gate of the capital, and knows a lot.

"Hey, go back quickly, I really can't stand the smell." Zhaorui pinched his nose tightly and frowned.He was dressed in good clothes, and he had just smelled the fragrance before going out, and if he stayed any longer, he would have to return to the palace with a fishy smell, to make people laugh.

Zhaoling didn't care what Yufu said or what Zhaorui said, he was suddenly attracted by something, and kept his eyes on the pier.

Zhao Ling's eyes fell on a slave. This slave was different from other old and weak slaves. He was a tall, about seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

The young slave didn't flinch like other slaves. Even though he was wearing shackles, his steps were still steady, and even though he was carrying heavy objects, his back was still straight.

If it was just like this, he would not be able to attract Zhao Ling's attention, and people would not pay attention to slaves, treating them like air.

Zhaoling first paid attention to the fish in the bamboo basket, the clerk who counted goods and kept accounts, and the domineering soldier with a whip in his waist.

The reason why he noticed the young slave was because the two inadvertently looked at each other.

The young slave was observing things on the shore, including the people on the shore. He saw Zhao Ling, and almost at the same time, Zhao Ling also saw him.

The two looked at each other, and their eyes stopped at each other.

With just one glance, Zhao Ling was captured in an instant, and the other person's eyebrows and eyes became more and more familiar. He was wearing a hemp rope around his neck, and on the hemp rope was hanging a twisted wooden snake!

"Eighth brother, it's not good, Zheng Bao is here!" Zhaorui panicked and shouted at Zhaoling.

As soon as he yelled, Zhao Ling turned around to look, and sure enough, he saw Zheng Bao chasing after him in a carriage.

Looking back, the slave had already boarded the big ship, the soldiers on the shore untied the boat rope, and the big ship was about to leave.

Zhaoling seemed to be in a dream, and murmured, "Don't go."

When he was young, for a while, Zhao Ling would dream that he had turned into a bird in his sleep, and he once thought it was not a dream.

As he grew up, he never dreamed of becoming a bird again. He began to believe that it was just a dream, and the boy wearing the snake-shaped necklace in the dream certainly did not exist.

Shicai, the boy in his dream, seemed to be right in front of his eyes, but after five years, he had grown into a teenager.

The fishing boat from Beiying was slowly leaving the port, and the young slave was paddling on the boat at this time, and he seemed to be the oarsman on the boat.

Zheng Bao had already chased after him, grabbed Zhao Ling's sleeve, and said anxiously: "Young master, if you have had enough fun, go back quickly, don't tell Mrs. Jun to worry."

Zhao Ling pulled back his sleeves and said angrily, "My royal father asked you to take care of me, not to let you take care of me."

Going out to the palace, wandering around the capital, what can happen, make a fuss.In the past, Zhaoling was young and obedient, but this year he is old and refuses to listen to others.

Zheng Bao, relying on himself as a close minister of the monarch, has strict and lenient control over Zhaoling on weekdays. Regardless of Zhaoling's annoyance, he told the imperial husband to leave for the palace.

Zhaorui in the carriage lowered his body, trying to hide himself, but Zheng Bao still found out.Zhaorui straightened up, and smiled awkwardly at Zheng Bao.

On the way back to the palace, Zhaoling and Zhaorui were in front of the carriage, Zheng Bao's carriage was behind, and the carriage passed Nanshi again, with noisy voices, Zhaoling was thinking about something.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to distance himself from Zheng Bao's car, Zhao Ling asked the imperial husband, "Where did you say that the big fish-carrying boat came from?"

The imperial husband said: "My lord, I'm talking about Yubeiying. Yubeiying is on the north bank of the Weishui River, where a group of guards are stationed."

Zhaoling thought: it turned out to be in Yuanyuan.

Zhaoling asked again: "Where are those slaves? They also live there?"

The imperial husband didn't understand why the young master was interested in slaves, but he replied truthfully: "They all live there. They are Yue people who fish for the king."

"The more people..."

So he is a Yue? !

Is the young slave I met at the pier the boy I met years ago when I turned into a bird in my sleep?