Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 66 Prince Golden Knife

I asked Baotou Shop's second son to help me carry a basket of Baotou to the most densely populated place outside the city. On a leeward slope, there are more than a dozen broken kiln holes that gather about thousands of hungry people exiled from all over Liangzhou to Aung.

And I opened my voice and I said, "Hey folks, let's go get some buns. It is the magician of Tamorosh who cannot bear to see the suffering of the world and to come to the rescue of the victims.” I deliberately called Rosh's name, hoping to help him build a more popular foundation.

The kiln cave was filled with skinny, boneless displaced people, staring at the buns and swallowing their saliva. I picked up the bun and handed it to the nearest child to me, who took it, swallowed the tiger, and a bun immediately went down.

The crowd immediately rioted, and everyone glanced at me, no, a basket of buns running beside me. I shouted for them to line up, but they were completely ignored. And then I found myself squeezed out, and no matter how I yelled, I couldn't keep order. The basket was squeezed over, the buns rolled on the ground, the voices of women and children were squeezed out, and even fights were fought to grab the buns. The confusion in the scene made me nervous. Alas, for the first time, I still lack experience. I knew we should have recruited some helpers.

I found a broken temple, and I should actually say that the view is more appropriate. Because the dusty statue on the platform looks more like the old king, but the little statues next to it are Buddha, but they are all broken. As I weighed this shitty temple, counting whether or not to use it as a disaster relief command, I suddenly heard a small child cry coming from behind Taiki.

I went around behind the king and saw a little boy, about three or four years old, crunching and crying on his knees. Slimmed body, markedly malnourished. Hearing the movement, he looked up scared, his face was dirty, but he had big, crystal bright eyes. In his heart, he took out the rice cake in his arms for lunch and gave it to him. He hesitated for a moment, swallowed his saliva and took it quickly. Just about to bite, but stopped and carefully put the cake in your arms.

“Why don't you eat? ”

He looked at me and still swallowed his saliva, but forcibly held on: “Take it back to Grandma, Mother, and Jing Sister. ”

Alas, such a knowledgeable child, how old is he? Some wonder, however, that his name is not “grandma“ and “mother”, but “grandmother” and “mother”. Is he a stray or what? Pass him the rest of my pieces, too: "Take that back to them, you eat this one. ”

He glanced at me, stared at the cake, and swallowed so loud that I wanted to laugh, but he looked up and asked me seriously: "That's all you got, don't you want to eat it? ”

I'm stunned. This kid is pathetic. “I'm not hungry, you eat. ”

He finally took it, and the wolf swallowed it and choked it, causing a cough. I'll pat him on the back. He's so skinny. Pass him the water bag hanging from his waist, he drinks the water, and a piece of cake is instantly finished. Slowly, he suddenly knelt down in front of me and scared me.

“Mother said, to be... um...” He wandered his eyes, desperately thinking of words, and laughed happily, "Oh, yes, thanks to the dripping water, when the spring reported. I mu... Mu Chaobai Xie Aunt Da Eun. Auntie has any future assignments, Superior will die in return. ”

His mother must be very upbringing. I thought, "I don't know, who's in trouble?" But this "aunt” screamed a little funny to me, reminding me of Yang Xiaolong. Pull him up, just to talk, hear someone outside the temple from far away. The child's face appeared to panic and went underneath the table. I don't know the bottom, and I'm going in with it.

“Who is it? ”

“Shh!” He approached my ear and sounded extremely fine, “my mother and Uncle Hooyan. ”

Shh, who do you think you are, trying to climb out and get caught with a small hand. I looked back and saw him crying with his eyes wide open. Curiosity prevailed, and he continued to squat beneath the dirty table.

“Superior! Are you in there? Get out of here!” A very soft woman's voice, probably his mother.

“Mother!” A low man's voice, "Superior said so young, why blame him? Besides, it's just a bun. ”

“Brother Hooyan!” The soft woman's voice suddenly raised the tone, "not for a bun, but for stealing to break the concubine's heart. Stealing at a young age is just a bun, and if no one is restrained, you will become a rapist at an older age. If the Murong family produces such an uncharacteristic son, how can the concubine face the dead husband, and the ancestral ancestors of the Murong family! ”

Murong, this last name shook me up. What does it have to do with the fact that the former servants of the sixteen kingdoms have built four successive Yan kingdoms?

“But when Mother went to Kaleidoscope this morning, did she deserve the ancestors of the Murong family again!” The man's voice was so sad that he seemed to grab the woman's arm and shout at her.

“You...” the woman with the crying voice, so weak that people want to protect her, “Ming Ting has no face into the Murong family tree, but begs to feed Superior by herself, can later confess to his uncle, Ming Ting can die to thank sin! ”

“Mother…” the man swallowed, a cry full of meaning. “Hu Yanping will join the army tomorrow, naturally get some grain salaries...”

“No!” the woman shouted, the voice was extremely sad, "We have caused you to cut the door open, the family is broken, there is only one blood left. Now you're leaving us orphaned widows behind. This enlistment, nine deaths, if you die, is it to make us owe you more? ”

“Mother...” I heard a repressed cry, this man wept, “Then promise me, don't mention selling yourself again. How can you be such a jerk after you're all girlfriends? If things get bitter, I'll find a way to get through them...”

They were both crying, afraid they'd find someone embarrassing, and I didn't even dare come out. When they left, I pulled the kid out of the desk. Walking to the small ditch outside the temple, I took the pad and wet his face, and it was so dirty that I couldn't see his face. Blackgray wipes off and reveals a pitiful little face. I sighed, so white skin, beautiful pointed chin, big black crystal eyes lined with elegant eyelids, really handsome and beautiful female children of the family.

“Superior, your mother is right. Even if it's just stealing a bun, it's stealing. Those who have earned nothing are most despised, and remember never to do anything to hurt your mother again. ”

He nodded and his little face was a little embarrassed. I laughed and held his hand: “Murong Chao, go, take me to your mother and Uncle Hu Yan. ”

“You... how do you know my name is Murong Chao?” He looked back in horror and looked up vigilantly to see if anyone was around him.

“Kid, your mother didn't just say you Murong family, you called yourself Superior, of course your name is Murong Chao.” I laughed. In my heart, I not only know your name is Murong Chao, but I also know that your grandfather Murong is the founding monarch of the former Yan of the Sixteen Kingdoms. Your uncle Murong recovered Yan's country when he rode the former Qin Quarterly Split. You have a famous cousin, Murong-chung of the Imperial Palace. Your uncle Mu Yongde called himself Wang and Shi Nanyan after the demise of Mu Yongdu's late swallow. Only your father Mu Yun had little fame because he was captured and killed by Fu Jian's former Qin Zhang Yu Taishou.

“Well, Auntie, can't you be the only one who knows Turk's real name? If anyone else, my aunt would still call me Muchau.” He pondered for a moment and spoke to me in a negotiated tone. That serious little adult appearance made me angry. He was only three years old this year, but he matured so early, and he was so careful. As the saying goes, three years old sees old. It is indeed intolerable to think that in the future in Chang 'an, he pretended to be stupid for three years to paralyze Yao Xing. Modern three-year-olds who are not their grandparents have to hold their hearts and minds in their hands to be afraid of melting. From the day he was born, he was never separated from hunger, a catastrophe in which the displacement was deeper than any earlier religion.

The last king of the Fresh Murong family took my hand and took me into a broken kiln hole. A lot of people curled up inside, Murong took me to an old woman, and a little girl was feeding her water. Murong Super took out the cake in her arms, broke it up for the old lady, and broke it up for the 89-year-old girl. They swallowed the cake so hard, who would have thought that the beggar-like old lady in this broken hole was a princess, and this little girl, should be Hu Yanping's daughter, Murong Super's wife, Hu Yanjing.

After the former swallow was crushed by the Buddha, the Buddha still treated the Murong family with kindness. Mu Yongde was sealed as Zhang Zheng Taishou, and came to Zhang Zheng with his mother, the grandson, and his brother, Mu Zhuan. On the eve of the Battle of the Water, Murond accompanied the army and left behind a golden knife. This golden knife became a letter later recognized by Uncle Murong De Murong Chao's nephew. It also made Murong Chao's orphan Yan Emperor cry tragedy for the rest of his life.

After listening to Murong Chao's remarks, Sun Shi got up to thank me, and I hurried to pay my respects. She must have been pretty when she was younger, though she was so depressed, so white, so dusty, and always maintained a royal spirit. This noble old lady, who suffered in her old age, had her eldest son beheaded and her youngest son Murond had not seen since his departure. The grandsons passed away when Murong was over the age of 10, handing over the Golden Knife to Murong Super, while also extending the Murong family's strong desire to return to the country to their grandsons.

I waited for a while in this broken kiln cave, and Murong Chao's mother, Mr. Duan, and the benefactor Hu Yanping, returned. At first sight, I shouted, it was beautiful. Even if the cloth is ragged, the complexion is a little yellow and doesn't hide the beautiful look. With such a beautiful mother, coupled with the excellent genes of the Murong family, no wonder Murong Super is described in the Jin Jin Shu as “eight feet long, belt nine circumferences, wonderful hair, great tolerance”. And Hu Yanping, who saved their family, looked thirty-seven or eight years old, tall and healthy, although he looked ordinary, but he was loyal to the end.

Murong betrayed Qin and started the army. The Murong clan is guilty of the crime of the clan. Former Qin's Zhang Zheng Taishou left Mu Yongde behind to behead all his relatives, and only two escaped this scourge. One is the grandson's family, exempted from old age. The other is Mu Jong's wife, Duan, whose name I now know is Duan Ting. Duan was pregnant at the time, had not been executed immediately and was imprisoned in the county jail.

Hu Yanping is a prison guard who used to work for Murond. According to History, Hu Yanping had been pardoned by Mu Yongde for capital crimes. In return for Murong De's grace, he saved Mr. Duan, taking the crime of plagiarizing the door. Hu Yanping fled with his grandsons and Duan, and his own little daughter, to the Qian tribe. Fortunately, Qin had already been in turmoil and had no time to hunt them down, and the Duan family gave birth to Murongchao, the belly of the Qian people.

However, according to the conversation I heard in the broken temple, I could feel that calling out Yanping to save his life was definitely not just for grace, but more importantly because he fell in love with a beautiful, gentle and temperamental clique. I don't know if they are married or not, but Duan Yuting's gratitude to Hu Yanping can be seen in the silence of her future marriage to Murong Chao Hu.

I stood outside the kiln with Hu Yanping and Duan Qing Ting, explaining to them my intention: “The concubine is the wife of the Turtle Master, Hu Morosh. The magician has mercy and wishes for food and disaster relief. But there are many people affected, and in order to avoid confusion, people need help. I wonder if this big brother can recruit a dozen stronger men and if this lady can help the concubine with food. I'm afraid I won't be able to pay for it, but I'm sure the people who help me will be able to eat it. ”

They looked at me with amazement, and they looked at me with emotion. Hu Yanping held his fist on one knee with both hands: “The Master and Lady are so generous and helpful, Hu... Yanping is so grateful. Yan Defined to do everything in his power to send a magician and his wife. ”

As I bowed my head and pondered how to respond to the disaster tomorrow, I quickly walked back to the palace. At this point, it should be Rosh's time off, and I have to get to our place before he gets back. Already told Hu Yanping that he would go find someone. I will meet him at the temple first thing in the morning, and then we will pick up the goods at the bun store. I have placed an order with all the buns in the city based on the number of victims, and all the money I was carrying all at once has been melted. As a result of the disaster, food prices have risen dramatically in the last few days, twice as high as usual, and I know that food prices are far from record highs. There is no record in the history books of whether Lu Guang opened a warehouse for grain, but I hope Rosh can convince him. Otherwise, with our own resources, we are limited.

I was stunned, not paying attention to the situation ahead, and suddenly hit a man at the corner of the palace door. His chest-tight armor hit me with a headache. I rubbed my head, grinning my teeth, and looked up, and I stayed with him.

Fang wide-spread face, eagle falcon generally deeply blind eyes, is actually depressed channel Monson, with a group of people about to leave the palace. My heart is crying out loud, and the whole person has been dragged by a wolf arm to his wide chest. He was a little shorter than Rosh, but Kong-kun was much more powerful.

“Little beauty, I can't believe I ran into you here! Just wondering how to find you.” He wrapped me around with only one arm, and my tight muscle clamps made me sore. I'm like a poor ant, the unnecessary struggle just tickles him.

“Let go of me, I'm already married! ”

“Oh, yeah? What a shame.” He laughed with a mockery at the corner of his mouth, "but we Huns don't care, so what if we marry? Just grab it. I'll wait for your man to take it back! ”

He dragged me out as he spoke, and I couldn't escape. He had dragged me to the palace door. I was in a hurry, close to his ear and whispered, “Last time I did enough in the street, who do I want to show this time? ”

His whole body stifled, his footsteps stalled, his eyebrows glanced at me, and his dark eyes poured out incredible looks. I can't be weak at this moment, staring back at him, staring at him without hesitation. He pulled me close and pretended to kiss me with a smile on his face, but he asked me in a low voice in my ear, “Who are you? ”

I was experiencing a chill in his tone of voice, and suddenly I heard a low and steady voice behind me: "I wonder what the small general of the depressed canal has to say about the awkwardness? ”