Yunyue past events

"Eighth brother, where are you?"

Zhaorui shouted while chasing, the arrow on his back went crooked, sweat was all over his forehead, as a fat man, running was troublesome for him.

After chasing and chasing, Zhaorui saw a river blocking the way ahead. The scenery on both sides of the river was infinite, and the water shimmered in his eyes. He stopped and looked around, and found that Zhaoling and the guards were also by the river.

Zhaoling was holding a bloody hare in his hand, and looked straight at the other side of the river, his face full of astonishment.

They chased an arrow-shot hare, and unknowingly came to the river.

This river is the Weishui. They stood on the south bank of the densely wooded Weishui, and a large number of reeds grew on the north bank of the Weishui.

"Eighth brother!" Zhaorui waved his hand towards Zhaoling.

Zhao Ling still did not respond, he was facing the north bank, motionless.

what happened to him?

Is there anything strange on the other side of the river?

Isn't it just a few low thatched huts, which should be the residence of Yuan Yu's slaves. The soldiers stationed in Yuan Yu would not live in such a small, dilapidated and short house, and it would be worse than a latrine.

Zhaorui thought to himself.

When he came to Zhaoling, Zhaorui asked, "What's wrong with the eighth brother?"

Zhaoling recovered, handed the rabbit to the guard, and said to Zhaorui, "I want to go to the other side of the river."

There is a pier upstream on the south bank. There is a boat moored at the pier, and there are also two soldiers guarding it. Zhao Ling instructed the guards: "Ask the soldiers to row the boat over."

"Hurry up and call for a boat." Zhao Rui also wanted to play across the river, so he hurriedly urged the guards.

Soon, the soldiers drove the wooden boat to cross Zhaoling, Zhaorui and guards across the river.

The boat docked at the north bank, and Zhao Ling couldn't wait to get off the boat. He walked forward quickly, with big steps.Zhaorui didn't want to chase anymore, he was very tired, so he didn't keep up, and wandered alone by the river bank.

Zhao Ling wandered among the small thatched cottages, and when he came to one of the small thatched cottages, he stopped suddenly. This thatched cottage seemed to be no different from the other thatched cottages, the only difference was that there was a sycamore tree behind it.

The tall sycamore tree, with dense branches and leaves like an open umbrella, is full of pale yellow-green flowers.

"It's really here." Zhao Ling muttered to herself.

The misty mountain is indeed Nanshan; the thatched hut by the water is the residence of the slaves in the garden.

In childhood dreams, people and things are real, and dreams are not just dreams.

Looking up at the high branches of the sycamore tree, Zhao Ling still remembered that when he was locked in a birdcage and hung on the sycamore tree, it was also the time when the sycamore tree was in bloom.

The boy also picked wild apricots and mulberries for him, and even planned to imprison him.

Zhao Ling went around the small thatched hut and came to the side of the house. He leaned on the window, looked into the house, and saw a familiar soil bed.

On the dirt bed once lay a boy who had been whipped and bruised.

Then the boy grew up, and later, I grew up too.

When he was young, he wanted to take the boy back to live in the palace, help him heal his injuries, and give him all the delicious and fun things.

"Where did the people who live here go?" Zhaoling asked the soldiers who took him across the river, and the soldiers were always by his side, waiting for orders.

The house is obviously full of people, and there are many traces of life, but at this time there are only a few old, weak, sick and disabled slaves, not young and old.

The soldier replied: "Return to my son, they went to the Nanshan hunting ground the day before yesterday, and they haven't come back today."

It seems that Qing Zhuang was called to maintain the hunting ground, and was responsible for driving the prey into the hunting ground during hunting. He still temporarily lived in the big thatched hut near the hunting ground, and none of them came back.

"Eighth brother, brother is calling us!"

Zhaorui trotted towards Zhaoling, waving his arms vigorously.

Zhao Ling looked up to the other side of the river. Sure enough, the prince and several guards were standing by the river. The guards were leading four hounds, and the hounds barked towards the river.

They went out to hunt early in the morning, and Zhao Ling and the prince separated during the hunt.

"Let's go there." Zhaoling asked the soldiers to row a boat and drive them back to the south bank.

After crossing the river, Zhaoling and Zhaorui met the prince, and the prince asked, "Why did you go to the other side of the river?"

After thinking about it, Zhaoling still didn't say anything, and he didn't know why he didn't tell his brother, he used to always talk about everything.

What happened today is a little secret in his heart.

A group of people returned to the camp, passed the hunting ground, and saw the big thatched hut for slaves from a distance. Zhaoling suddenly pointed to the big thatched hut and said, "Brother, I want to go there."

The prince was not surprised at all, and asked, "Want to take away that Yue slave who fought bullfights?"

"I'm afraid I'll be picked up by others, brother, let's go there quickly." Zhao Ling grabbed one of the prince's arms, looking very eager.

Being dragged away by Zhaoling, the prince smiled and said, "Don't worry, no one will snatch it from you."

When they came to the big thatched hut, the prince called the soldiers who guarded the slaves and ordered to bring out the Yue slave who had been fighting with the buffalo last night.

Not long after, the soldiers escorted a wounded Yueren boy out.

This is a tall, thin boy with ragged clothes and a sickly face. He is about seventeen or eighteen years old, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and he is quite handsome.

Suddenly being escorted out of the big thatched hut by soldiers and brought in front of Prince Rongguo, other slaves would have been so frightened that they would have fallen to the ground and trembled.

He was fine, with no fear on his face, standing calmly and calmly, and he could secretly look at these noble comers.

At the first glance, the prince intuitively felt that the Yue slave looked familiar, but at the second glance, he was confirmed.

The prince's face suddenly turned serious, and he turned to Zhaoling and said, "This person is not good, you can choose another one."

"Why not, I want him!" Zhao Ling blurted out in a hurry.

Why not?

At this moment, it is really inconvenient for the prince to say.

"Brother, I saved his life, so he should belong to me! I don't want anyone else, I want him." At this moment, Zhao Ling only wanted to take him away. Normally, he would have noticed, Then he asked his brother why in a low voice.

Seeing his younger brother's reaction so fiercely, and thinking that this Vietnamese slave might be the boy he met in his childhood dream, the prince felt it was a fate.

"Brother." Zhao Ling tugged at the prince's sleeve, pleading.

Since childhood, he has had whatever he wanted, and he really wanted to take this Yue slave away.

The crown prince couldn't see his younger brother's pitiful appearance the most. He frowned, pointed at the slaves of the Yue people, and ordered to the guards around him: "Bring him up."

Yue Qian could understand Rongyu, and he was shocked. When the prince's guards grabbed his arms, he obviously had the intention of resisting, and was suppressed abruptly.

Looking at the young man from the royal family who had rescued him and insisted on taking him away, he only felt disturbed for a while.

"Let's go, what are you still doing!" The guards were rude and pushed him to dive.

Yue Qian stood still, he looked towards the door of the big thatched hut, where Fan Yu was standing there, hiding behind the wooden pillar in a panic, observing secretly, not daring to come over.

Seeing that Yue Nu was disobedient, Zhaorui suggested: "He is from Yue, and he doesn't understand our words. If you beat him with a whip, he will know to leave."

"Don't fight." Zhao Ling stopped immediately, with a displeased expression.

The prince said abruptly, "He understands."

Since the prince recognized this person as the son of the king of Yunyue who secretly caught mice in a bamboo cage a few years ago, he also remembered that he could speak Rongyu at that time.

Hearing what his elder brother said, Zhao Ling's heart suddenly became hot. He walked up to Yue Qian and asked him, "What's your name?"

Yue Qian had originally planned to pretend that he did not understand Rongyu, and pretended to be deaf and dumb, so that the young man from the royal family would give up the idea of ​​taking him away because of his speech impediment. Now he can't pretend anymore, the prince of Rongguo has a really good memory.

Yue Qian didn't answer.

"What's your name?" Zhao Ling asked again, his voice was clear and gentle, full of emotion.

His eyes are very clear, like the eyes of a bird, and his appearance seems familiar, as if he is an old friend, which is really ridiculous.

Yue Qian still did not answer, not only did he not answer, he also ignored people.

A defiant, rebellious slave.

The prince winked at the guards and said coldly: "It's just a poor horse that needs to be whipped."

The two guards were obsessed with Yueqian, and immediately pressed him to the ground, asking him to kneel down. Seeing that Yueqian's attitude was tough and refused to kneel, the two guards exerted more strength and forced him down.

Yue Qian was seriously injured yesterday, he was relatively weak, but the guards were strong and full of brute force, Yue Qian couldn't resist, and was forced to kneel in front of Zhao Ling.

Zhao Ling met Yue Yueqian's cold eyes, which were as sharp as a knife, and couldn't help shivering.

This man is no longer the boy who rescued wounded birds in his childhood memories, the boy who let the birds fly from the cage because the birds did not want to be imprisoned.

I'm……

Don't you recognize me?

The spirit of Zhao was like a stick in his throat, and his expression was gloomy.

Of course he didn't recognize it. What he knew was a bird, not a person.

Fan Yu saw Yue Qian was pushed to kneel on the ground, kneeling in front of Rong Wang's family, he was nervous and scared, trembling all over.Originally, Fan Yu recognized the presence of the young boy from the royal family who rescued Yueqian yesterday, so he guessed that it must be a good thing to drag him to kill, or arrest and torture him, but now he is not sure.

In addition, Fan Yu didn't understand Rongyu, so he didn't know what the words of the Rong King's family meant or what they were going to do, so he was very anxious.

"Ah Ling, this slave is unruly and unruly, you have to think about it." The prince deliberately reminded his younger brother that this person is really not suitable.

Zhao Ling did not change his mind, and resolutely said: "Brother, I only want him."

He didn't want to see the reaction of this Yue slave, he wouldn't leave him in the garden as a slave.

Hearing the sound, Yue Qian struggled hard, he wanted to break free from the restraints of the guards, and wanted to stand up, but the guards naturally refused to let go, Yue Qian said in a hoarse voice, "Let go."

What he said was Rongyu.

Zhao Ling felt ecstasy in her heart, and ordered to the guard: "Let him go!"

Yue Qian was unshackled, stood up, and shouted to Fan Yu who was already overwhelmed by fright: "They want to take me out of the garden, tell Father Chang that they appreciate me and take me away."

Yue Qian spoke Yunyue language in this passage, and the Rong King family couldn't understand it.

At this time, Yue Qian had only one thought in his mind, he couldn't just be taken away like this, and he couldn't let Chang's father worry about him.

Fan Yu realized that parting was imminent, tears streaming down his face, he didn't know where he got the courage for a moment, he walked out from behind the wooden pillar, and shouted to Yue Qian: "You can go with them at ease, Father Chang will take care of me!"

Yue Qian nodded and said nothing more.

Zhaorui was puzzled, and asked the left and right: "What did he say?"

Zhao Ling muttered: "It's Yunyue language, it seems to be saying goodbye to my companions."

The companion standing in front of the big thatched hut was also the companion he fought with the bison yesterday and rescued with all his might.

The crown prince snorted softly, and the feelings between the Yue slaves were quite sincere.

Only he knew the identity of the Yue slave they took away.