rich concubine

Chapter 2430 Maybe someone from the clan

What he should have endured in his life has tortured him for so many years. He was unable to survive or die. He was trapped in this small courtyard all day long, taking medicine and food to stay healthy, and his whole body exuded a bitter smell.

Even though the Nanman people are naturally resolute, he has been tortured by illness for many years, and he has sought death no less than ten times.

At first, he could still walk, jumped into the river, hanged himself, went on a hunger strike, and stopped taking medicine. However, there were many people around him who rescued him to prevent him from seeking death and survival, and sent many more people around him.

Later, he couldn't walk anymore, and all his organs were declining at an extremely fast speed. He could barely move around with the help of objects. He would be out of breath and in pain all over if he didn't even take ten steps.

His legs were inconvenient for walking, but his hands were still strong. That day, he knocked over the medicine bowl and used all his strength to cut his wrist. The pain on his wrist was not worth the pain in his body. Come torture.

He watched coldly as the people serving around him made a fuss, and while asking for forgiveness again and again, he asked his master to bandage him.

That time, the master was very silent, gave him medicine, bandaged his wounds, and then stepped aside, not knowing what he was thinking.

And his mother, the most noble and outspoken woman in the entire southern barbarian, held his intact hand. , out of breath, she cried that her life was miserable, because such a son had to suffer from these strange diseases, which were incurable.

An Mutong smiled and asked his mother, don't you have a daughter?You are letting me hang on to my life, not to pave the way for my sister in the future. As long as my son is here, even if my sister becomes the minister of the Southern Barbarians, you can say that she expects me to take charge of the tribe, which is justifiable, isn't it?
In fact, what he said was too sharp, and he cut all the skin on the human body. He had no face to face her, and he only told his mother what he said with a pale face, and left in tears.

He probably didn't know that the will to die he had at that time was truly terrifying, and his face looked like a demon rising from hell.

Once upon a time, he rode horses, played ball, practiced swordplay, and read poetry and books. All the masters said that he was a genius. He was also full of ambitions, thinking that he would be able to achieve something when he grew up. He had too many things to see. He was not used to it, and there were too many things he could do nothing about, but he was still young at the time, so he was looking forward to it, looking forward to growing up day by day.

After he became ill, everyone around him looked at him with pity and pity. The master who first taught him, before he died, once held his hand with tears in his eyes and said that God was unfair and jealous of talents. His life.

The old man said that a person who is too smart is a fairy boy in heaven. Because he made mistakes in heaven, he was demoted to earth. After he has experienced suffering in earth, he will be taken back at a certain time.

But such words did not relieve the pain in his heart very well. All these were just words made up by people who loved him to make him happy.

After his mother left that day, he looked at his master and burst into tears.

He wanted to die, and if possible, he had no idea of ​​living.

Sheqing, who had been silent for a long time, looked at him and said slowly: "If you die, you will never have the chance to see the world become what you want it to be."

He shook his head, his eyes sleepy and weary: "No, Nanman will not get better, they will only make Nanman worse. My father, mother, sister, they are the sinners of the entire Nanman."

Sheqing: "When did master lie to you? A long time ago, your master made a divination. In the next ten years, a person will appear to save the Nanmen. From then on, Nanmen will walk out of this place and be accepted by the world. What we eat will no longer be as ostracized as before.”

An Mutong was slightly startled: "Who is this person?"

Sheqing shook his head: "I don't know, but your master's predictions have always been accurate. Didn't he predict that the Southern Barbarians would not be expelled for thirty years before they were expelled..." Yes, someone had done it a long time ago. The Southern Barbarians made a calculation, and they made a desperate move. The so-called fight for a way out for themselves was actually pushing themselves into a darker abyss, and their Southern Barbarians could not survive for 30 years.

As time goes by, many people may have forgotten this prophecy, but those who really care can't feel that Nanman has already reached the end of its life. When the superiors are greedy for pleasure and power, they do nothing. time, the demise of a race will accelerate.

It was precisely because of this prophecy that An Mutong was able to survive. His greatest wish in life was to lead Nanman to the world, not to be misunderstood, and to be accepted by the world. He did not want to be one of those desperate people. They were originally Meng people. , why bother to separate inside and outside.

To this day, he feels disappointed when his body has reached its final moments, but that person has not come yet.

"Master, do you think my destined person is the one who can save the Southern Barbarians from fire and water?"

Sheqing looked at him and let out a long sigh. Thinking of what happened in Nanman these days, he felt a little uneasy and a little frightened.

He didn't know if there was an error in his own perception, but he always felt as if something big was going to happen, and the world of Nanman was going to change.

But for An Mutong now, I can only pick up the pieces and talk to him.

"Having a destined person is a good thing for you. As for whether he can turn things around, I'm not sure. Now, the power is controlled by Qingshi alone. You also know who he is. It's difficult to figure out. With him here, Nanman will not necessarily be in chaos, and he is also the only one among the few who can make your sister listen."

An Mutong frowned.

"I can't see through him as a person. He is smooth in dealing with things and has won the trust of his father and mother. Even his sister with a temper like that can listen to his words. I find it a bit strange."

She Qing's eyes darkened slightly, it sounded really weird.However, the reason why today's ministers and ministers' wives trust him is because among all the elders over the years, he is the only one who is sincerely working for Nanman. The others either want money, profit, or... Watching the fire from the other side has nothing to do with you.

As for Amusa... Speaking of which, she has such an arrogant temper that she doesn't listen to anyone. Sometimes even the words of the minister and the minister's wife go in with one ear and out with the other, but she can have some scruples about Qingshi's words. Among them He didn't know much about whether there were other unknown things.

An Mutong was stunned for a moment and suddenly asked: "We have always thought that this person must be someone from outside, but we have forgotten that this person may also be a member of the clan. As the young master of the Southern Barbarians, I am not familiar with many things about the Southern Barbarians. If you can’t stand it, what about the others?”

Hearing this, Sheqing's eyes darkened, Qingshi?

Both master and disciple fell silent.

If there is any hope that people in this clan can change, he is the only one who has the best chance.

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(End of this chapter)