Yue Ji

Chapter 338 - Fan Wai Su - Glory to Hometown
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Su is a child of the common people.

One day, a visionary passed by his door.At that time, the auspicious person leaned on a bamboo stick and looked at the roof of his house for a long time, then turned around and looked around the pond in front of his house and the mountains behind him for a long time.

After a while, the looker said to the villagers on the left and right: "This family will give birth to a precious son. This son will be honored and favored by the nobles, and he will be a noble for life, and his descendants will be blessed."

After the phaser finished speaking, he left.Su was born that night.

At the time of birth, the villagers who heard the words of the Xiangzhe asked one after another whether the child was a boy or a girl.

When they knew that the baby was a boy, the villagers looked at each other in blank dismay, quite puzzled.In their cognition, only women have always been able to gain honor and favor from nobles!

The villagers left with doubts.

Looking at the newborn child, the parents only worry about whether they can support him, and they don't care about the words of the witness.

Year after year, the child grew up, and the bigger he became, the more beautiful he was. This was a kind of beauty that the villagers had never seen before.They don't understand how this child has withstood the wind, rain and sun, how hungry and full he is, the eyebrows and eyes are still getting more and more watery, and the skin is still as smooth and tender as if it was made of a woman's milk?

When the child was six or seven years old, someone came here to see him.

When the child was ten years old, someone told his parents: There are nobles who want to buy handsome children, both men and women.

At this time, their family was too poor to open the pot. If the child could be favored by the nobles, not to mention the prosperity and wealth, he could eat a meal.

So they sent the child away in exchange for a wagonload of grain.

Then, in the second year, there was a great famine. Countless people in that village starved to death, including the children's parents.

Gradually, the villagers lost news of the child.

Year after year, they gradually forgot the boy whose skin was like milk.

20 years later.

A huge team consisting of dozens of carriages and hundreds of swordsmen appeared at the entrance of the village.

All the villages shook, and countless villagers rushed out, looking at this huge and gorgeous team with their feet on their feet.

The ashen-faced, dark-skinned villagers pointed at the convoy with wide-eyed eyes.

A child raised his head and shouted, "Grandpa, is this the king?"

An old man with pale beard and hair stared blankly at the magnificent convoy, nodded, and stammered, "This is the convoy of the monarch." When he said this, he couldn't help wiping the corners of his eyes with his long sleeves, and murmured , choked up and said: "I never thought that I would still see the king's car in my lifetime."

Among the villagers, I don't know how many people are as excited as the old man.They had never heard of such a gorgeous car from legends.But now, not only did they see it, the car was actually parked on the land they often walked by, allowing them to look at it whenever they wanted.Those nobles with swords on their waists even lined up in a long line, allowing them to count and count.

The carriages that lined up neatly for two miles slowly came to a halt.

The villagers counted all their fingers and toes, and countless nobles jumped out of the carriage with no expression on their faces, forming two long lines.

When they pointed at the villagers, they just glanced at them and ignored them.Occasionally, naughty children escaped the control of the adults and jumped into the middle of the road. They just waved their cold halberds at the children without scolding them.

The villagers gathered more and more.

But people are getting more and more serious.

I don't know how long it took, and there was a sound of horseshoes.

But the carriage that walked in the front, with feathers and oxtails on its flag, started slowly.

As soon as the carriage started, the nobles standing on both sides of the road moved without saying a word.They followed the carriage neatly and walked forward in a "deng-deng-deng" manner.

Their footsteps are so orderly, every time they land and fall, they stir up smoke and dust that soars into the sky.Their long halberds are so eye-catching, the yellow tip of the halberd exudes a chilling light.

Their faces are so clean, their tall figures, and their neat clothes make people feel ashamed when they see them.

Unknowingly, the whispers of the villagers became smaller and smaller.

Before they knew it, the villagers were retreating into the field.

The carriage was still moving forward.

Unknowingly, the villagers followed the carriage and walked a long way.

Finally, the carriage stopped.

Then, in the carriage, came a low, crisp voice.

As soon as the voice came out, a nobleman raised the flag in his hand and waved it behind him from left to right.

All the nobles stopped in unison.

A nobleman stepped forward and came to the carriage.He bowed respectfully towards the carriage, stretched out his hand, and slowly opened the curtain.

A young man appeared in front of everyone.

The young man raised his head.

At that moment, all the villagers were startled. They widened their eyes and held their breath. All the voices disappeared in an instant.

What appeared in their eyes was a young nobleman who was so gorgeous that even in their dreams, they could not dream of it.

Suddenly, a woman knelt down.She stretched her hands forward, kowtowed heavily towards the young nobleman, and hissed: "God, God, you must be a god sent by the heavens!"

The woman's actions alarmed the beautiful nobleman.

The nobleman turned his head.

The moment they met the nobleman, all the villagers suddenly felt that the nobleman in front of them was not happy.There was lingering worry in his eyes.He was so thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

The nobleman's beautiful eyes looked at everyone quietly, his eyes were gentle and kind.Facing such eyes, more and more villagers knelt down and kowtowed to him, because they firmly believed that the one with such kind and gentle eyes could only be a god.

The nobleman moved, he was approaching the villagers.

He came to an old man.

Feeling the nobleman's approach, the old man with pale beard and hair trembled involuntarily when he answered the child's question just now.

The nobleman's eyes became more gentle, but there was a faint sigh in this gentleness.

He looked at the old man, and called out in a low voice, "Uncle Nine Clans!"

Uncle of the Nine Clans!
This noble person like a fairy is actually called the old man and patriarch of the Seven Villages, the uncle of the Nine Clans!
For a moment, all the villagers were shocked, and even those who knelt down raised their heads and looked at this scene in disbelief.

Facing the astonishment of the old man, the nobleman showed a dizzying smile, and he said again: "Uncle Jiuzu, I am Bai'er from the Ditch family."

As soon as the nobleman's voice fell, the old man screamed, "Impossible! Impossible..."

The old man's exclamation died down.

His eyes widened even further.

He looked straight at the nobleman in front of him, and after a while, the old man stammered, "You, are you really Bai'er?"

The nobleman nodded with a smile.

The old man's eyes widened even further.

Bai'er, he remembered.In the whole village, the kid from the Gou family has really white skin, so he ordered everyone to call that kid Bai'er.

But, Bai'er, how could he become a noble person?
The old man who was stunned and unable to speak, suddenly remembered the words of the witness at this moment.

At that moment, he stretched out his right hand, pointed at the nobleman's face and shouted: "Wei, Wei, when you were born, someone with a vision said, 'This family will give birth to a noble son, and this son will be honored and favored by the noble man, and he will be noble for life and blessed and descendants.’” So, that’s true, that’s true! "

Just when the old man shouted out, "This son has been honored and favored by the nobleman", several cold lights flashed, and several long halberds pointed at the old man at the same time.One of them took a step forward, pointed at the old man and shouted sharply: "Bold! My master is the Lord of Mou! He is the majestic king of a country!"

The cold light of the halberd pointed straight at the old man's neck, chest and back!

But the old man seemed to be insane. He just muttered one sentence after another: "You will be a noble for life, and you will benefit your descendants. You will be a noble for life, and you will benefit your descendants."

The old man's eyes were straightened, and he kept repeating.

The nobleman, who is as beautiful as a god, raised his right hand.

Several halberds hung down at the same time.

Suddenly, the old man woke up.With a swish, he knelt at the nobleman's feet.He raised his head and shouted loudly to the villagers: "Everyone, he is a nobleman! He is our own son Bai! Everyone, quickly kneel down and salute Bai, please give us stability and wealth!"

The old man's shout reminded the villagers.

They quickly realized: Yes, Bai came from our village, he is now the king, and there is a king among our clansmen!

For a while, the villagers only felt boundless joy.

At first, only the villagers of Laoqi Village knelt down, but later, more and more villagers knelt down.A quarter of an hour later, all the villagers who appeared here knelt down.

Gradually, cheers and shouts enveloped the world.

One after another shouted loudly, "Bai is from my village!" "Duh! From my family, a king has emerged!". . . . . .

Of course, among the cheers, there were also a few voices with panic, "Bai? Heavenly evil! When Bai was young, I insulted each other!"

"I slapped him too! God, why didn't I die yesterday? If I had died yesterday, Bai would not have blamed my son with hatred. My son can still get riches from him."

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Amidst the shouts, cheers, and panic, Su stood there quietly, with a faint and alienated smile on his face.

He turned his head and looked at the hometown that was in his memory at that moment.He came to this place more than ten years ago when he first became rich.He originally wanted to take his parents back and enjoy the wealth together.However, what he saw were only two small grave mounds without trees.

Countless times, he had thought that if one day he was settled down, he would return here, take back his parents' bones, and then bring his people back to his kingdom.

He had been looking forward to that day.He is eager to return to his hometown, longing to see the admiration and shock of the villagers who taunted him and insulted him when they knew his identity when they were young.

Now, he is here, he has become the king of a country, he brought a huge convoy, surrounded by mighty swordsmen, and came back.

He came, and he also accepted the admiration and shock of the villagers.

But why is he still unhappy?Why couldn't he be happy after Wei Luo left?

(End of this chapter)