Dress up and fight!

Chapter 2087 Zhao Buliang Extra Story

My name is Zhao Buliang, and I am the uncle of Grand Marshal Zhao Yutong and the husband of the Princess Regent.

But in fact, I am a cross born between Uyghurs and Han people.

My real name is Hazi Uyguna.

My mother is Han Chinese, and she was snatched back by my father.

Mother is the daughter of a merchant. She originally had a sweetheart, but she was spotted by her father when she went to a merchant, and his father snatched her back.

Within a year, my mother had me, so she hated me very much, and my father even more.

As far back as I can remember, what I faced every day was my mother's disgusted face, because I was not the child my mother wanted.

The father is the chief of the tribe, he has many women, and countless children.

I sometimes wonder if my father wanted so many children to form an army.

But later I found out that we are all father's food reserves
At that time, the tribe was besieged and suppressed, and there was no food in the tribe.

From every tent came the cries of women and children.

My mother didn't cry, and neither did I.

For some reason, I always have an ominous premonition that the more I cry, the more unlucky I will be.

Sure enough, that night, the father tied up all the women and children except his wife and his wife's children, intending to use these people to help his people tide over the difficulties.

Both my mother and I were locked in a cage, and there was a tree directly opposite the cage.

Every day, women and children were hung from the trees, and the shrill howls made my scalp tingle, and the sand on the ground was stained red with blood, giving off a disgusting stench.

Many of these women are "darlings" who have been carefully cared for by their fathers.

But at this time, they all became meat in the pot.

The mother kept muttering to herself: "I said that man is a devil, but you don't believe it, why don't you believe it?"

Soon it was my mother's turn to cook, and when I was dragged out, my mother suddenly dragged me out together.

I also beg the soldier who is ready to fight, who wants to replace my mother with my life.

I feel that it was the tightest time I was hugged by my mother.

The soldiers obviously didn't expect Niangqin to say such a thing, they all laughed at Niangqin, saying that Niangqin, a Central Plains woman, is really heartless and ungrateful.

And the other women in the cage hugged the children in their arms tightly, as if they all looked down on their mother's actions.

Seeing his mother's actions, the soldier responded with a sneer.

Unexpectedly, my mother actually made another request: she said she could dispose of me with her own hands, and asked the soldiers if they could share a bowl of soup with her.

Because my bones and flesh belong to her, it would be too bad for her not to taste me.

My mother's cruelty made these people laugh. Not only did they agree to my mother's request, but they also asked my mother to help me wash my body.

My mother and I were brought to the river, my mother took a horse hair brush and brushed my whole body covered in bruises, she was still muttering to herself: "I want to have a taste, I must have a taste. "

The soldiers obviously didn't expect that mother would say such a thing, they all laughed at mother, saying that mother from the Central Plains was really heartless and ungrateful.

The other women in the cage hugged the children in their arms tightly, as if they were expressing their contempt for their mother with actions.

But my mother refused to let me go, she still dragged me tightly, as if she insisted on dragging me to die together.

Seeing his mother's actions, the soldier responded with a sneer.

Because the mother is the most beautiful woman in the tribe, and the father also honored them, they can enjoy these women as they like before they die.

Just by changing the order of cooking one more time, they can let this beauty, Niangqin, accompany them one more time, and they are naturally willing in their hearts.

Unexpectedly, after seeing their agreement, my mother actually made another request: she said she could dispose of me by herself, and asked the soldiers if they could share a bowl of soup with her.

After all, my bones and flesh belong to her, it would be too bad for her if she doesn't taste me.

My mother's cruelty made these people laugh. Not only did they agree to my mother's request, they even asked my mother to help me wash my body.

So, my mother and I were pushed to the riverside by them, and my mother took a horse hair brush and brushed my whole body with cuts and bruises.

The mother's spirit seemed to be very abnormal, her eyes were wandering around without focus, and she was still muttering to herself: "I want to have a taste, I must have a taste."

It was the end of autumn, and a thin layer of ice had formed on the surface of the river. The stimulation of the ice water and the pain in my body made me shiver.

I subconsciously hid in the middle of the river, but the brush in my mother's hand kept chasing me.

It wasn't until the river water had submerged my chest that my mother grabbed my arm tightly with her hands.

Her eyes were also staring at me tightly, as if she wanted to eat me into my stomach with her eyes.

I wanted to cry out the pain, but I closed my mouth when I saw the look in my mother's eyes.

Although I couldn't read the meaning in that look, I was sure that it must not be hatred.

The few people staring at us were obviously bored, they came together and started chatting, occasionally giving Niangqin a playful glance.

Just when those people got together and started talking and laughing, the movements of my mother's hands suddenly stopped, and then she said a word to me clearly: "To live, go back to the Central Plains."

I wanted to ask my mother what she meant, but my mother pushed me to a place where the water flow was more turbulent.

My feet slipped and I was swept away.

I was bouncing in the river trying to keep my face above the water because I couldn't breathe.

In a daze, I saw my mother frantically pounced on those soldiers who were about to cook us, and then her neck was twisted.

I struggled to help my mother, but in the end I was swept farther and farther by the river.

When I woke up again, I found myself in a safe place.

I want to go back to find my mother, or at least find her body.

However, I have never been away from home and I can't find the direction of the tribe.

In desperation, I can only follow my mother's instructions and walk step by step towards the Central Plains that everyone calls.

It may be that I was born with a low life, but I actually walked to the Central Plains alive.

Later, I was picked up by the love of my life
Since then, I have the name of the Central Plains people, and gradually learned the language of the Central Plains people.

It's just that I have been dumb for a long time, and my desire to speak is getting lower and lower.

The time of thinking is getting longer and longer, and I really want to know what mother was thinking at that time.

She obviously hates me so much, why would she try to save me.

I always feel that General Zhao seems to know something, but she never asked me anything, and even raised me with Mancang at ease.

But every time I see how General Zhao and Mancang get along, I think of my mother.

Mancang likes to stick to the general, but General Zhao has never had a good face towards Mancang. A few times when Mancang was injured, she still made trouble on the side.

When teaching Mancang to practice martial arts, she would never show mercy.

I was afraid that there would be a gap between Mancang and the general, so I often comforted Mancang in private.
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