After sending the wrong order, I got angry with the Lord of the Underworld

There are people coming and going on the street, which is different from the modern traffic, here comes the buff of slow life.

"Newly made wontons cost five cents a bowl!"

"The new clothes from the Western Regions, would this young lady come in and have a look?"

"Please...don't fight! Stop it!"

Although it is a street, what happens to each person is completely different.

Looking at these pictures, Yu Qing inexplicably appeared in his mind the four characters "everything in life".

"It's a pity..." Yu Qing sniffed, looked at the wonton seller and said, "This time, I won't be able to eat wontons."

They are passers-by in the Three Lives Realm, and they can't touch everything that happens and everything that happens here.

"Why do you always want to eat?" Mu Yuanzhi was a little helpless, and asked one more question, "Did you really starve to death in your last life?"

"No..." Yu Qing shook his head, and cast a reluctant look at Baozi over there, "Although I almost starved to death in my previous life, I really didn't starve to death."

He was also born in the war-torn era, and it was common for him to not be able to eat for several days.

I couldn't get it during my lifetime, so I always want it after death.

Mu Yuanzhi was about to say something, but before he could say it, he felt a headache.

A blurry picture flashed through my mind quickly, just like the old TV that couldn't receive the signal before, the picture sometimes disappeared, and I couldn't see it clearly.

Mu Yuanzhi pressed his forehead, and at the last second when the picture disappeared, he finally saw the scene clearly——

On the streets filled with blood, corpses were strewn everywhere.The sky was gray and the air was stained with blood.

And in the very center of the street, there was a dirty child, his face was covered by mud and blood, his fingertips stretched out tremblingly, as if he wanted to reach the steamed bun not far from him.

"Hmm..." The screen disappeared quickly, and Mu Yuanzhi felt as if someone had stabbed him in the heart, the pain was dense.

Yu Qing hadn't seen this kind of streets and scenes for a long time, so he was so curious that he didn't notice Mu Yuanzhi's strangeness at all.

When he was trying to pick up the rattle on the peddler's table next to him to have a look, he suddenly saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

"Ling Fu?" Yu Qing immediately forgot about the rattle and walked towards Ling Fu.

The Ling Fu in front of him looks younger than the student Ling Fu who was born more than 2000 years later, probably only fourteen or fifteen years old.

He was dressed in black, his tied hair was fixed by a small hair crown, and he was full of youthful air.

It was this boy who didn't look very happy.

"I don't want to study." Ling Fu kicked the pebbles on the ground, and said sullenly, "What's the use of reading? Don't you say that you are a scholar who is useless!"

As the son of a general, as long as he knows how to fight, it will be fine!Why do you have to read?

The more Ling Fu thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense, and before he knew it, he had been kicking the pebble for a long time.

"Ouch..."

When Ling Fu kicked the pebble out again.Because of too much force, he kicked the stone directly on the head of others.

The tattered, beggar-like child on the side of the road covered his forehead, his almond-shaped eyes widened, "Who plotted against me!"

Ling Fu didn't expect to kick someone, so he hurried over, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't see anyone here just now."

"Didn't see it?" The little beggar was so angry that his eyes widened even further, "You can't even see me at my age!"

Ling Fu looked the little beggar up and down, thinking that he might have misunderstood "such a big man".

But after all, it was his fault, so Ling Fu didn't say anything more.

He lifted the hem of his clothes, sat next to the little beggar, looked at the sky that was cut into a small piece by the alley, and asked, "Little beggar, do you have no home?"

Da Chu has been fighting for many years. Many people in the frontier fortress were displaced and rushed towards the capital one after another.But there is only such a large area in the capital, even if they come in, there is no shelter.

The prosperous city at the foot of the emperor hides too much filth.

"You are the little beggar!" The little beggar was so angry that he kicked Ling Fu's leg limply and without any strength, "I am not a beggar! I have a name, and my name is Rong Gu."

Ling Fu patted the footprints on his leg, his face indifferent, "Rong Gu? The name is quite nice. My name is Ling Fu."

"Who needs to know your name." Rong Gu snorted again, answering Ling Fu's last question, "Also, I have a family. It's just...my home is far away."

Although he didn't know why Master had to come to the capital by himself, Rong Gu thought he was a mature adult, so he didn't ask any questions.

Ling Fu nodded slightly, only thinking that Rong Gu was a little stupid little beggar.

He raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch Rong Gu's head, but looking at the man's dirty hair, he suddenly felt helpless.

After two seconds of silence, Ling Fu took his hand back with a calm face.

"The capital is not a good place." Ling Fu said, "However, at least for now, he is safe."

Old General Ling told Ling Fu when Ling Fu was very young that one day he would inherit his mantle and walk on the battlefield where he could die at any time.

Ling Fu didn't know the reason for this meaningless sacrifice before, but after seeing the refugees pouring into the capital, he suddenly understood——

All their efforts are to give the people of this country a stable home.

"What are you talking about?" Rong Gu stared at his big almond eyes with a puzzled expression on his face.

Ling Fu smiled, took out a copper plate from his pocket, and stuffed it into Rong Gu's palm, "You will know later."

After speaking, he left in a way he thought was chic, completely ignoring the angry roar from behind him.

"I told you I'm not a beggar!"

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The meeting between Rong Gu and Ling Fu was very hasty, and they didn't meet again for a long time after that.

So much so that Yu Qing began to wonder more than once if there was something wrong with his magic circle.

"The two of them seem to have no intersection at all. How could they have such a deep relationship?" Yu Qing scratched his hair, a little confused, "This is unscientific!"

"You're a ghost who still talks about science?" Mu Yuanzhi replied almost subconsciously.

Yu Qing laughed angrily, and was just about to let Mu Yuanzhi know that the dignity of Lord Ghost King is inviolable, but before he could do anything, he saw a new situation on Ling Fu's side.

"If you don't read these books for me today, you don't want to go out!" General Ling was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and almost beat him up.

He watched the servant lock Ling Fu's room, and sent people to guard everywhere outside the room, before he left angrily.

Ling Fu raised his hand and turned the lock on the door, his expression was not very concerned.He smiled at the guards guarding his door and window, and said very familiarly: "Brothers, don't have to work so hard, everyone should go and do what they want."

Those big brothers glanced at each other, crossed their arms and looked up at the sky, pretending not to hear.

Ling Fu clicked his tongue and raised his hand to close the window.

"You want to trap me just like that?" Ling Fu stroked his chin and thought for a while, then smiled meaningfully.

About half an hour passed, the guards outside were a little sleepy, and one of them was already drowsy.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound of "Plop--" and the guard woke up from his sleep.

He looked at the empty corridor, then looked at the closed windows behind him, and was about to open the window to have a look, but before he came across it, he heard some rustling sounds.

It came out of the grass over there.

The guard hesitated for a moment, and walked towards the grass in the corridor.And the moment he left, Ling Fu rolled out of the window, rolled over again, and jumped out of the corridor.

"That's not very clever." Yu Qing watched Ling Fu step over the wall and leave, and said with emotion.

Mu Yuanzhi nodded slightly to show his approval.But he added, "But he really doesn't like reading."

There is nothing wrong with this reason.

But what Rong Gu didn't tell them was that not only did Ling Fu not like to read, but he also liked to drink and listen to books.

After he came out of the general's mansion over the wall, he went straight to the busiest restaurant on Chang'an Avenue.

"Xiaoer, the old rules." Ling Fu was still wearing his black suit, if not for the lack of a sword, he would have looked like a young chivalrous man.He chose a seat by the window and sat down, saying, "Two altars of Jiangnan Dream."

Xiao Er responded and hurried to get the wine.

"Last time we said that Master Guoshi opened an altar to pray for rain and save thousands of people in the southwest region from fire and water." The storyteller shook the Xingmu in his hand, emotionally, "Master Guoshi, you are really a god! "

"Besides, a few days ago, a vision from the sky was a sign of great ominousness! The national teacher's expression changed drastically after divination overnight. You may wish to guess, what is the hexagram?"

The storyteller stopped talking halfway through.The people listening to the book whispered and said several answers, but they were all killed by the storyteller shaking his head.

"No, no." The storyteller patted the table with Xingmu, and said, "Master Guoshi calculated that Da Chu will die at the hands of a treacherous minister, and this treacherous minister...is a general!"

As soon as this remark came out, the people who listened to the book suddenly boiled.

"Military general? Isn't old general Ling the only military general who has achieved great achievements?"

"No, I think that General Wang looks like a treacherous minister!"

"Could it be that Lieutenant General Yang? I heard that he was still robbing civilian girls in the frontier."

……

These people belittled all the generals with every word you said.

Ling Fu got angrier as he listened, put down the white porcelain cup in his hand, slammed the table and stood up, "Shut up! They won't be traitors!"

It is too unfair for these soldiers to protect their families and defend the country, sacrifice their lives for the safety of these people, and finally have to be charged with traitors.

Seeing that Ling Fu was young, those listeners all laughed.

"What do you know, you brat?" One of them, who looked like a scholar, said, "They hold military power and are in high positions. If they rebel, it's just a matter of moving their fingers."

Ling Fu was so angry that he wanted to curse, but couldn't find a suitable word for a long time.He clenched his fists for a long time, and finally he said softly, "You're talking nonsense."

His father would not rebel, and neither would those uncles.

In this world, no one will love Da Chu more than them.

But when these words are spoken, no one will believe them.

"There is no basis for your words. You will be beheaded if you spread rumors about the ministers of the court at will." A clear young voice sounded, and the footsteps got closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of Ling Fu.

Ling Fu looked up and saw a pretty face.

And the owner of that face smiled at him, stretched out his hand to reveal a copper plate, and said, "Meet you again, Ling Fu."

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I really want to have eight hands. QWQ When I have a holiday, it will be Saturday!