Yunyue past events

Yue Qian was taken to the hunting camp of the princes and nobles. He was barefoot, his clothes were in tatters, and he was covered in blood. His appearance was in stark contrast to the place where he was.

The filthy and humble slaves seemed so out of place with the gorgeously dressed royals around them, but the more submerged they didn't attract the attention of other people.

The guard escorted Yue Qian to the outside of the kitchen and asked the cook to boil hot water to bathe the dirty and smelly slave.

Recognizing that it was the prince's guard, the cook didn't dare to neglect, and immediately boiled a large basin of water.

In the firewood room on the side of the kitchen, Yueqian took off his tattered clothes. There was a big wooden basin in front of him, and the basin was steaming.

There was a large gash on the forehead and a deep scar on one arm, both of which should not be wetted.

He sat in the big basin, took a towel in one hand, dipped the towel in water, and scrubbed his body.

In summer, as long as conditions permit, Yueqian will go down to the river to take a bath every day, not always in this dirty look, of course he personally likes to be neat and clean.

Wipe from top to bottom with a towel to wipe off the blood stains on the face and neck. These blood stains are a mixture of sweat, blood and sand.

Yue Qian repeated this, scrubbed his face and neck clean, and suddenly opened his closed eyes, they were a pair of black and bright eyes.

He soaked in the water and continued to wash other parts of his body. Outside the woodshed with wooden boards, lively human voices could be heard from time to time.

A large group of Rongyu speakers, a large group of strangers.None of the clansmen around him disappeared, far away from his companions.

The environment changed suddenly, and other people would panic and feel uneasy.

The board was pushed away suddenly, and a guard came in and put a set of clean clothes on the pile of firewood.

The guard urged: "Hurry up and wash, I have to see Mr. Ling later."

Master Ling.

Thinking of this person, Yue submerged in a burst of turmoil.

That young man from the Rongwang family who kept saying "I only want him" was very obsessed with him for some reason.

Born in the royal family of Rong, he has a noble status and can do whatever he wants, as if declaring his possessiveness to a horse or a hound.

After taking a bath, Yue Qian came out of the big tub and picked up the muslin clothes for changing.

Touching the fabric with soft texture and bright colors with fingers, I don't know what it feels like to think about the seven years of being naked.

After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, Yue Qian obviously changed his appearance. He is a thin, tall and handsome boy.

Following Zhao Ling's instructions, the guard brought Yue Qian to him.

Zhaoling was standing by the stream not far from the firewood house, and he didn't know how long he had been there.

The guard escorted Yue Qian over, Zhao Ling, who had been waiting for a long time, turned around and looked at Yue Qian, obviously startled.

Whether you saw Yueqian carrying bamboo baskets at the southern pier of the city, or seeing Yueqian injured at the hunting ground, he was always unkempt and dirty.

It was the first time I saw his clean hands and face.

With loose long hair and a set of commoner clothes worn by servants, Yue Qian stood in front of Zhao Ling. He was much taller than Zhao Ling.

The two stood facing each other, with an obvious height difference and a huge difference in their identities.

In front of him was a young man with long hair and dressed as a servant. He was calm and unhurried. If someone who didn't know his identity saw him at this moment, he would never think that he was a slave.

Zhao Ling looked at Yue Qian carefully, and noticed that the small wounds on his hands and face had healed. Although his face was sickly and slightly pale, it did not give off a sense of weakness.

That may be because his face is well-defined, giving people a sense of toughness, and his figure is tall and straight.

His shoulders are taller than his own, and his age is older than his own. I haven't asked him what his name is or how old he is this year.

Zhaoling asked, "What's your name?"

Yue Qian didn't answer, just like before.

"Do you know who I am?" Zhao Ling raised her head, there was a sense of arrogance between her eyebrows, which was the dignity bestowed by her status.

Yue Qian still didn't answer, of course he knew who he was, he was the son of King Rong, the same mother and brother of Prince Rong.

Zhaoling asked himself and answered: "I am the son of Rongguo, the son of Gongziling, the person you will serve in the future. I command you to answer me."

A disturbing emotion surged into Yue Yue's heart.

This pampered son of King Rong who doesn't know the sufferings of the world probably doesn't even know that he is facing an enemy.

If he hadn't rescued himself by shooting those three arrows in the hunting ground before, Yue Qian didn't know what he would do with the son of King Rong standing in front of him.

He was so close that he could smell the faint fragrance of the clothes on his body. His waist was very thin and his neck was elegant and slender, like a white grass that could be broken. He was definitely not as powerful as himself, and the two The guard stood a little further away.

"I'm asking you, don't you understand?" Zhao Ling held a red bow in his hand all the time, and he raised the bow as if he was going to hit someone in anger.

Yue Qian stood still and looked directly at Zhao Ling. He was calm and fearless.

Even if Zhao Ling wanted to resort to violence, the familiar facial features in front of him made it impossible for him to strike.

The eyebrows and eyes of the boy in the dream overlapped on Yue Qian's face, they were the same person.

**

Yueqian was locked in a low wooden house, outside the low wooden house was a stable with several fat horses, and this low wooden house was the quarters of the servants.

This place is not far from the kitchen, there are noisy people outside the house, and the cook is preparing dinner.Hunted yesterday, the harvest was rich, and there were a lot of ingredients for stewing and grilling.

Yue Qian sat on the straw mat with his back against the wall, listening to the noise outside the house, his heart was calm.

It was dusk, and the setting sun shone into the room, pouring over him, casting long shadows at his feet.

At this time, he should have been sitting in front of the firepit with Changfu in the small thatched hut on the north bank of the Weishui River, cooking a pot of fish soup with wild vegetables.

As a slave, unless he regains his freedom, he doesn't care where he goes, but he cannot help thinking about his father.

For seven years in Yuanyuan, he has been living with his father, and regards him as a relative.

The sunset glow that shone on my body became shorter and shorter, and finally disappeared, and the sky outside the window became dark.

With a sound of "squeak", the closed door opened, and a cook brought food to Yueqian: a large bowl of steamed wheat rice and a bowl of beef soup.

Same as last time, it was the food eaten by the nobles of the Rong Kingdom.

It's when you're hungry, you don't eat for nothing.

After gulping down the bowl of beef soup, he ate the barley rice wholeheartedly, then lay down on the straw mat and closed his eyes.

He was still injured, tired and lethargic, and soon fell asleep.

Before dawn on the second day, Yueqian heard the sound of urging people to get up to work outside the house, and thought in a trance that they were still on the north bank of the Weishui River, and soldiers came to drive them down the river to fish.

Opening his eyes, he saw the oil lamps in the wooden house, and the servants in the house hurriedly got up.

The fire was bright outside the window, it was the light of torches.

The summer dawned very quickly, and after dawn, a guard came over and escorted Yue Qian out.

Yue sneaked out of the house and saw that all the tents in the camp had been dismantled, and the mighty hunting team was about to return to the city.

Yue Qian's hands were put on wooden shackles, a rope was pulled out from the wooden shackles, and the other end of the rope was tied to a grain cart.

"Be optimistic about people all the way!"

A young man's voice was giving orders to others. He submerged himself without raising his head, and he could tell it was Gong Ziling. His voice was very recognizable.

A 15-year-old boy who always carries a bow and arrow, his archery skills are really good, his status is distinguished, and he is proud and flamboyant.

Zhao Ling walked up to Yue Qian, his eyes fell on his hands that were clamped by the wooden shackle, and then his eyes moved up, to the other's face, and stayed there.

There was blood on his face, and he seemed to be in good spirits.

It's been a long journey, so he should be able to hold on.

The team moved forward slowly. Zhaoling sat in the carriage and was at the front of the team. Yue Qian followed the ox cart. The ox cart walked slowly and walked at the end of the whole team.

Zhaoling looked back from time to time to confirm that Yueqian was still able to walk, not because he was injured and weak, and was dragged on the ground by the bullock cart due to lack of energy, which would have killed him.

Riding in the same car, the prince naturally noticed that his younger brother cared too much about this Vietnamese slave, when Zhao Ling looked back again, the prince said: "Ah Ling, even if you take him back, my father will not allow him to stay by your side. "

"Brother, why can't I keep him?" Zhao Ling was surprised, isn't he just a Yue slave?

Taking Yue Qian out of the big thatched hut, his brother's face changed drastically, and when he was asked to change to another person, Zhao Ling suspected that there might be something hidden.

He has made up his mind, no matter what, he will take this person out of the garden, so he didn't take the initiative to ask his brother before.

"Why? He is the son of King Yunyue." The prince revealed Yue Qian's identity.

How to deal with the remnants of this snake species, the prince used to be worried, but now seeing that he has grown up and is rebellious, it is not a good idea to leave him in the garden with a group of Yue slaves.

It's time to take him out of the garden and send him back.

The mountain road was rugged, the carriage drove through a pit, and the wheels crushed a luxuriant dandelion plant in the pit. The body bumped violently, and Zhao Ling was flustered and distraught, and failed to stabilize himself in time. He leaned back and almost hit the The back door of the car.

**

At dusk on the second day after the hunt ended, the young and strong slaves temporarily living on the south bank of the Weishui returned to their residences on the north bank. The hunting activities of the kings, princes and nobles had ended, and the garden returned to its former calm.

All the other young adults came back, but only one person did not come back.

Father Chang sat by the fire pond and boiled fish soup, and listened to Fan Yu explain why Yueqian failed to come back. It was a long and long story.

Unknowingly, it was completely dark outside, the fish soup cooked in the earthen pot was gurgling, the fish was overcooked, and the fan fish had already left.

Father Chang sighed a long time, looked at the empty soil bed beside him, as if he was talking to someone, he said: "That young man appreciates you, he wants to take you out of the garden, you can let him go."

"It's better to go anywhere than here..." Father Chang muttered to himself, as if he was consoling himself.

He has been with Yueqian for seven years, and loves him like a father and son, so he is naturally reluctant and worried.

Whether it is being a slave in Yuanyu, fishing for King Rong, or becoming a servant of the King Rong's family, they are all involuntary, and fortunes and misfortunes are unpredictable.