During the famine, my ancient well connected to modern times

The Ninth Prince Luo Jiasheng looked at the huge Huns in front of him, trembling with fear and his eyes were red, but he held back from crying.

He is the Ninth Prince and cannot cry.

Wang Yuan became interested and lifted the Ninth Prince's chin with his foot, "It turns out that the princes of the Jin Dynasty are all timid young men. They are so vulnerable."

Luo Jiasheng's little hands hidden in his sleeves instantly clenched into fists. Although he was ready to escape just like his third brother, he was not a timid young man. If he were older, he would definitely choose to stay.

But he was too young, and his mother-in-law said that he wouldn't be able to help much if he stayed. It would be better to leave the green hills without worrying about having firewood.

What a shame, the Huns were so cunning that they deliberately let them go and then captured them.

When Wang Mao saw Luo Jiasheng sitting on the ground motionless, he kicked him in disgust, "Father, the Jin people killed Wang He. We have to avenge this. Why don't we kill the ninth prince tonight?" I am here to comfort Wang He’s spirit in heaven, and also to scare those rats in the imperial city. If they don’t surrender, they will be like the Ninth Prince.”

Wang He was once one of Wang Yuan's favorite sons, and his death has always been a pain in Wang Yuan's heart.

On the contrary, the relationship between Wang Mao and Wang He has always been turbulent, but the man is dead, which does not prevent him from establishing a sense of presence in front of his father, especially since his father is about to become the emperor, and the position of the prince has not been determined for a long time. Come down.

If he can leave a good impression on everyone, maybe the crown prince position will be his.

The Huns do not pay attention to the superiority of their concubines, but only pay attention to whose fist is stronger. Wang Mao's fist is strong enough, but his background is not good, so if he wants to win the position of prince, he can only use some tricks.

Wang Yuan hesitated and nodded in agreement, "Press down the Ninth Prince first, and use him to sacrifice the flag tonight."

Luo Jiasheng's face turned pale, and he allowed the Huns to carry him away and throw him to the ground like a piece of cargo.

After those people left, he buried his head in his knees and began to cry.

what should I do? Are you so scared that he is going to die tonight?

His uncle clearly said that he could survive if he left the capital, so why did he have to die?

I really hope someone can come to save him!

"If the prince brother is still here, he will definitely come to save me."

It's a pity that the prince's brother is no longer here. He has been dead for five or six years.

Luo Jiasheng has been learning the Hun language since he was a child. He heard the Hun soldiers chattering outside about the banquet in the evening. At the banquet, they would discuss their merits and appreciate them, and there would be women and wine, and he, the newly captured prince, would be placed on the altar. He was burned alive and their bodies were eaten after death.

Luo Jiasheng was even more frightened, and his tears couldn't stop flowing down.

At this moment, a shadow appeared on the ground, wrapping the villain.

Luo Jiasheng was crying sadly when he was suddenly pushed. He sat down on the ground in fright, and his voice trembled, "Who?"

"who are you?"

A man wearing a mask suddenly appeared with a low voice, but his eyes seemed to have never been seen before.

Luo Jiasheng studied with Hu Jijiu for several years and forced himself to calm down, "I am Luo Jiasheng, the ninth prince of the Jin Dynasty. Who are you?"

"Xiaojiu?" Luo Tingye blurted out subconsciously, carefully looking at the child in front of him. Luo Jiasheng's eyes turned red when he heard this familiar name. When he wanted to see the person in front of him clearly, someone suddenly broke in with a sharp sword, threw down two black-faced steamed buns, and said something in a loud voice. Say a few words, then turn around and leave.

Luo Jiasheng stared blankly at the steamed bun rolled to the side, looking aside with some disgust.

Strange, why is that person missing just now?

Why did he feel a familiar feeling on his body.

"Hey!" Luo Tingye suddenly appeared, startling Luo Jiasheng. He held his breath in his throat and hiccupped subconsciously, and then started to hiccup one after another.

With a smile on his face, Luo Tingye picked up the two black-faced steamed buns, peeled off the outermost layer of skin, and gave him a steamed bun.

Luo Jiasheng took it hesitantly, but didn't eat it.

"Eat quickly. How will you have the strength to leave here if you're not full?"

leave?

Luo Jiasheng held the steamed bun and ran over, "What did you say? Are you taking me away?"

Luo Tingye stared at the steamed bun in his hand, thought for a while, took it back, broke off most of it and kept it for himself. Seeing that Luo Jiasheng wouldn't eat it, he simply didn't give him the remaining half.

Luo Jiasheng had not yet realized the meaning of these two steamed buns. He looked at him with burning eyes, "This hero, do you want to take me away? I am the current ninth prince. If you save me, I will let my parents I will reward you with ten thousand taels of gold and give you a big house."

Luo Tingye made a move and looked at him playfully, "If you are the ninth prince today, why don't you just stay in the imperial city and come here instead."

"Because." Luo Jiasheng lowered his head, unable to continue. He couldn't say that he escaped. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?

Luo Tingye ate the last piece of steamed bun with a graceful movement, and glanced at the cowering Luo Jiasheng, "If you don't tell the truth, I won't help you."

"Don't leave, hero. Actually, I wanted to stay in the Imperial City, but my mother-in-law and my uncle insisted on letting me leave, saying that I would die if I stayed in the Imperial City, so they let me wear it. I was wearing a beggar’s clothes and asked someone to carry me away, but I didn’t expect that I was caught by the Huns not long after I ran.”

Luo Jiasheng was afraid that the hero in front of him would not care about him, and his eyes were full of pleading. At present, it seemed that only the hero in front of him could save him. He didn't want to die.

Luo Tingye looked him up and down and sneered. With his appearance, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was from a rich family. Do you really think that the Huns don't know etiquette?

"Tell me how you were discovered?"

Luo Jiasheng clenched his fists and kicked a stone at his feet far away, "It was the people around me who betrayed me. Of course, he was no better than being hacked to death by those Huns. "

The son of Concubine Luo Jiasheng Min, Luo Tingye clearly remembered the first time he went to school and was punished by his master to write big characters. He burst into tears. The poor little boy had grown up at that time.

Luo Jiasheng raised his head cautiously and stared at the masked man in front of him. Although the mask was scary, for some reason, he felt that the man in front of him was very close to him.

And he actually called himself Xiaojiu.

Apart from sister Huandu, only the prince's brother would call him that?

Luo Tingye opened a gap and looked at the situation outside. In the past few days, he had been hiding among Wang Yuan's troops, looking for opportunities to strike. Tonight was the best opportunity.