The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

"To be honest, I've never seen such a Murong Canghai. He really doesn't look like him at all. I'm not used to it..." While wrapping the gauze, Murong Yunqing said eloquently.

Su Yueming raised his eyes, looked at Murong Yunqing, and waited for him to continue speaking.

The incense burner next to it has white gas curling up, exuding a light and pleasant fragrance. The room is silent, and the sound of dripping water can be heard occasionally.

There was sadness in Murong Yunqing's eyes, he sighed slightly, and said——

"I remember that the winter of that year was extremely cold. It snowed heavily for seven days and seven nights. It was said that the ice in the moat had frozen three feet. When I was four years old, I wore a buckskin shirt made by my mother and still felt cold. He huddled in the house all day to warm up the fire, refused to go out, and shouted for the servants to burn the fire more vigorously.

However, the eldest brother is not afraid of the cold. On such a cold day, he went hunting alone in the mountains, and every time he came back, he returned with a full load. He also accompanied his father to practice soldiers. At the age of 12, he was very skilled in martial arts. Zhongji enjoys a high reputation, he is the pride of his father, and also the pride of our Murong family.

At that time, the Dali Kingdom invaded, and the battle with the Dali Kingdom required a water battle, but my Daqin soldiers were not familiar with water skills, so we fought repeatedly and failed repeatedly. The [-] troops quickly lost their defensive strength, and the people in the war lived in dire straits , Miserable, the war also turmoiled the government and the public, and the national treasury began to run low.

Seeing that the border city was about to fall, the emperor finally sent his father to lead the army to fight against the enemy.

As soon as my father arrived at the frontier, he won three consecutive victories. Suddenly, the enemy bandits were frightened when they heard his father's name.

The morale of the generals increased greatly, thinking that the enemy was about to be defeated, but they didn't expect that the fourth time the two armies fought was defeated. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses were in danger, and none of them survived.

In the end, his father also died tragically under the sword of the enemy, and his head was hung on the city wall. It was only later that he found out that there were spies in the army, and he defeated his father by cooperating with the inside and outside.

The father's body was brought back, but there was no head, only a body, and the mother was heartbroken, so she wanted to follow her father, but she was stopped.

The mother collapsed, and the funeral was organized by the abbot of the elder brother. On the third day after the father was buried, the mother committed suicide and followed her father while no one was paying attention.

From that day on, the elder brother became the mainstay of the Murong family, he replaced his father and took charge of everything in the family.

However, people left tea cold, although his father sacrificed for the country and the emperor praised him, but there was no one in the family. With the departure of his father and mother, his disciples and staff also left one after another, and his power was at its peak The Murong's family began to have few families, and no one cared about them.

Then, they began to be ostracized and suppressed by officials in the DPRK and China. My father obviously died for the country, but he was said to be a ghost of death, because he abandoned the city and fled, so the enemy could capture our city defenses.

As a result, we became the sons of traitors, and we were ridiculed. Even if we were recognized on the street, we would have our spines stabbed.

At that time, I was still young and ignorant, and I was ignorant of everything. At this time, my elder brother was bullied and saw all the cruelty of the world, but no matter what, my elder brother would not let me be wronged in the slightest.

He practiced silently, quietly waiting for an opportunity that belonged to him.

A year later, the opportunity finally came.