Nightfall Chapter 126: The prince and the beggar

Go all the way north and continue north.

The prince Longqing walked alone in the wind and snow, and the idiot Lu Chenjia silently followed not far away. The snow horse silently kicked the horse's hoof to relieve fatigue, walking from morning to evening, and then from evening to morning, not knowing to go. After so many days and long distances, the dark night in the northern part of the wasteland was still so far away, and it didn't narrow the distance.

On the way, Prince Longqing held a handful of snow to chew when he was thirsty, and slobbed a few mouthfuls when he was hungry. He became weaker as he walked. It seemed that he might fall down at any time and never get up again. Lu Chenjia also silently waited for that moment to come. Although I fell down a lot, I struggled to get up every time. I don't know how there is so much vitality in my thin body.

Lu Chenjia silently looked at the figure dozens of feet away, just keeping a distance, and didn’t mean to step forward, because she knew he didn’t like it. She chewed with a handful of snow when she was thirsty, and from horseback when she was hungry. He took out the dry food to eat and looked at the figure weakened by hunger. It took a lot of effort to suppress the urge to deliver food.

Walking from the snow to the snow stop, from the wind to the wind stop, the two people and the horse are still on the cold wasteland of black and white, and you can still see the majestic appearance of the Tianqi Mountain in the distance. Nothing can get out of this desperate world.

One day, Prince Longqing suddenly stopped and looked at the distant night in the north. The fingers of the thin, withered tree trembled slightly, and then let it go. A branch that was picked up a few days ago fell from his palm. , Slapped his feet with a slap, he looked down at the gray-white toenails of the fallen branches and found that there was no bleeding.

He raised his head and continued to squint towards the dark night in the north, then slowly turned around and looked at Lu Chenjia who was dozens of feet away. He said hoarsely, "I'm hungry."

Lu Chenjia's eyes were wet, and he almost cried, forcibly calmed his mind, took out the dry food with trembling hands, and softened it with warm water that he secretly prepared every day! Then held it in front of him.

Long Qing didn't say any more, so she swallowed clean food in a panic with her no longer delicate and rough palms, then rubbed her throat with satisfaction, and started again.

It’s just that this time he is no longer heading north, without any signs, without any reason, without any words, he who thinks he has been abandoned by Haotian, no longer tries to run into the embrace of the night, but turns lonely and turns to the southern central plains Away.

Lu Chenjia stared at his back in a daze. He had just given birth to joy, and gradually became colder, because she confirmed that it was not Long Qing's decision to regain his vitality, but that he was really desperate, including the dark night. He is desperate, yes he is still alive, but is this kind of living person Long Qing?

She led the snow horse behind Long Qing, looked at his face secretly, and lowered her head and said softly, "Actually, it’s also good to go back to Chengjing. When you were in Taoshan, you often said that you missed the palace garden very much. I will accompany you. ?"

Prince Longqing glanced at her indifferently. It was no longer the condescending and proud indifference from the bone marrow, but the indifference of the self-defeating passers-by. He laughed and said: "Why are you so stupid? Back to Chengjing What do you do? Was it assassinated by those ministers who were loyal to Chongming? Or was he killed by the father for the sake of the overall situation?"

Lu Chenjia was stunned, and immediately awake, knowing that if Longqing returns to the capital of Yan State to become a capital, he may not be able to see the early morning of the second day at all, because he is not the son of Xiling with the support of the temple, but just How can an ordinary person be fortunate enough to be involved in the treacherous affair?

"Master Headmaster has always admired you, and besides, there is also the Judgment Seat..." she said cautiously.

"Stupid, do you really think that Momoyama is the place of light and holiness?"

Prince Longqing looked at her mockingly and said: "What you appreciate or value depends on your strength. Ye Hongyu can't lie. She doesn't need to lie. I have been shot by Ning Que and become a useless person. What use is there for the temple? Could it be that you think I look better, so I can really attract believers for the temple? Those old guys on the Peach Mountain are fearless except Haotian, where can you have such cheap sympathy?"

These words are harsh and bitter, but they can't refute them at all. Lu Chenjia lowered his head silently and muttered, "It's really impossible to go to the moon wheel, okay? You know that I have prepared a garden in Jingshan that has been waiting for you. Go and see."

Speaking of the word moon wheel, she knew she was wrong.

Sure enough, Prince Longqing’s face became more and more indifferent, and his eyes even showed disgust. He stared at her face and said resentfully: “I don’t go north because you, an annoying woman, always follow me. How could Mingjun see my sincerity? I don't want to die, so I have to go south. It's that simple, but I don't want to die and it has nothing to do with you, so if you are willing to feed me, you'd better shut up."

Lu Chenjia slowly clenched his fists, pressed his lips tightly, looked at the shadow of the slanting sun in the wasteland, looked at his shadow and the shadow of the man on the opposite side, and found that no matter what, they couldn't overlap.

Go all the way south and continue south.

The wind and snow have disappeared, and there are traces of beasts in the wild. The longer you walk south, the closer you will be to the prosperous and real world. However, the shadow of two people and one horse on the surface of the wasteland, the slow southward journey, has always remained sad. the distance.

The country of Yan is located at the northern tip of the mainland, bordering the King's Court of the Left Tent of the Grassland, and there is a terrifying existence like the Datang Empire next to it. Therefore, it is difficult to talk about the power of the country, and there is nothing wealthy among the people. At the time of the new year, the cold is simmering in the deep winter, and beggars lacking food and clothing can be seen everywhere in the capital Chengjing.

A thin beggar may arouse people’s sympathy, and a hundred thin beggars may only cause people’s disgust and fear. The owners of the hotel’s dining halls on Chengjing Avenues and alleys are beggars, naturally. It is impossible to have the fun of cooking porridge like their counterparts in Chang'an. Whether a beggar can eat or not depends on his own ability.

A skinny ghost-like beggar was holding a broken bowl and walking aimlessly in the streets of Chengjing City. He did not attract anyone's attention. The street scenes in the streets should be familiar. Without attracting his attention, his attention was completely absorbed by the smell from the hotel dining hall, but it was a pity that he did not have the unique beggar know-how like those old beggars. The one on his body was in the cold wind. The sour coat and the messy hair that was more tangled than the rope of the city gate made him unable to enter those places.

Three restaurants in a row drove him out, especially the second one in the last one, who unceremoniously tapped him on his thigh with a stick, and then kicked him to the middle of the street.

The skinny beggar's face was covered with dirt, and he couldn't tell his age at all. He was akimbo, holding a bowl that was broken even more, and yelled at the restaurant in the middle of the street, all kinds of foul language It was more smelly than the dirt on his body, until Xiao Er rushed out the door with a stick, he fled away in embarrassment, where can I see his original identity and manners

On the other side of the street, the **** Lu Chenjia is holding the snow horse, looking at this picture in despair, his right hand is tightly gripped with the rein, there is a slight crystal wet in his eyes, but there is still no tears, because she still has hope .

On the way back from the wasteland, she had been groomed and changed into clean clothes, but because of her unhealthy complexion and thin figure, she looked particularly haggard and even more pitiful, if not for the snow horse beside her At a glance, I knew it was a precious thing, but I don't know how many gatekeepers or gangsters would be malicious to her.

In the past few days, she watched Longqing return to the capital of Yanguo incognito, watched him wandering in the streets and lanes, the lowest level of the world, watched him being greeted by the restaurant's younger second with a stick, watched him struggle for survival, and endured several times. I couldn’t help but want to step forward, but I didn’t dare, because on the way back from the wasteland, Long Qing stopped asking her for food after seeing the crowds. Whenever she wanted to help, he would scream like crazy. She even picked up everything she could touch at her hand, whether it was rocks or mud, except for the broken bowl for begging.

Lu Chenjia is very sad. Her sorrow lies in Long Qing’s current situation, in Long Qing driving herself, and in her hand, she finds that Long Qing can only hit herself with stones and mud like a urchin or a real beggar, and she always thinks of Long Qing too. Will recognize this reality, what kind of pain and suffering should he be sensitive and proud?

The prince Longqing, who became a beggar, finally got half of a bun from a woman’s basket in the evening, which was frozen to a stiff bun. He triumphantly stuffed the bun into his arms, missing the house. The half-urn cabbage and clapper soup he was holding, humming the colorful music that he had heard at the classmates of Xiling Tianyuyuan in the early years, and he walked out of the city with torn shoes.

There is a Taoist temple outside the city. Prince Longqing didn’t enter the Taoist temple. He didn’t even look at the Taoist temple. If the Taoist temple knew that Prince Longqing was outside, he would inevitably empty the entire temple and sprinkle water on the road, like ancestors. He was generally welcomed in, but when the little Taoist learned that he wanted to stay in Taoist temple a few days ago, his eyes were so contemptuous.

So Long Qing did not live in Taoist temple, he lived in an abandoned Buddhist temple outside the city.

The current Longqing is very dirty, unkempt, and his hair cannot be untied at all. Fortunately, in winter, the wounds between the chest and abdomen did not rot, and there were no mosquitoes to follow, otherwise the beggars in the abandoned temple would not allow him to stay here. .

Back to the abandoned temple, Long Qing found that he was not too hungry, at least not as hungry as when he asked the woman for food on the wasteland, so he decided to save the half of the bun to eat tomorrow, holding it satisfiedly With his slightly bulging abdomen, I imagined the steamed buns in the morning after being soaked in the cabbage clapper soup, and fell asleep sweetly.

Lu Chenjia led the snow horse and silently looked at the fire from the abandoned temple in the dark. She knew that there were many beggars inside, and knew that at this time, the beggars were probably bragging about the harvest of today’s begging. After a while, she turned and left, but did not go far, and rested all night in a forest not far from the abandoned temple.

She thought that Long Qing did not find that she was still following him, because after all, she was a strong in the upper realm of Dongxuan. Now Long Qing is just an ordinary person, but she has forgotten one thing. As a couple who has known each other for many years, she does not need Mind-powered perception can often clearly feel where Long Qing is, which has become a habit or intuition.

But happiness or unfortunately, Long Qing also has this instinct.