Chasing King

Chapter 1

At night, the heavy rain was pouring, the silver river was pouring down, the dense curtain of heavy rain covered the thin halo of the moon, there were few lights in Guangning, and the dark clouds were pressing down on the city.

As soon as Yin Shi passed, it was just when he was sleeping. Suddenly, a rude smash at the door penetrated the rain curtain. Chen Bo, who was so sleepy that he nodded straight, was so scared that he suddenly straightened his body.

He woke up, palmed the lamp, put on the umbrella, and ran to the door. Before he asked, the man who smashed the door had already roared in a loud voice: "Mr. Qianhu, I'm hubaicheng. There are refugees making trouble in the city!"

Chen Bo opened the door: "Mr. Hu..."

Hu Baicheng's voice is just like his own. His beard is covered with rain beads. He trembles with his voice: "go and call your master!"

"Yes, yes." Chen Bo nodded and turned to walk into the house. He was over the age of Huajia. He was a bit of a hobbler, and he had to be careful to hide in the puddle on the ground.

"Hey Hu Baicheng was anxious to see him, but he didn't care about the etiquette. He strode to the wing room.

"What's the matter?" he asked, standing in the door of the bedroom

It's dark all around, and I can't see his appearance clearly. But on a cold and rainy night at the autumnal equinox, his clothes are so thin that he doesn't shiver. He wakes up in the middle of the night, but his voice doesn't show decadence. Just standing still gives people mountain like stability. He is Yuanmao, the garrison of guangningwei.

Hu Baicheng arched his hand and said, "Mr. Yuan, there are refugees gathering in the city to make trouble. It's near Mr. Qian's Yamen."

"Go and have a look." Yuan Mao turned back to the house.

When the light was on inside, a gentle and gentle woman came over with a jacket in her hand: "Sir, what's going on in the city?"

As he dressed, Yuan Mao turned his face: "refugees from Taining again." He is in his early 30s. He has a broad forehead, a high nose, a sword eyebrow and stars. He is not only handsome, but also has an outstanding spirit.

She sighed: "these days there are constantly refugees pouring into Guangning, which makes the city restless, and I don't know when it will be the end." She draped her coat over Yuanmao and carefully buttoned it. "It's very cold in the rainy night. Add some clothes."

Yuan Maoning said: "now it's just a small disaster. If we don't appease the refugees properly and turn them into bandits, it's a big disaster."

She had a worried face.

Yuan Mao tightened her shawl: "light frost, go back to rest, don't get cold."

Yue Qingshuang nodded: "master, be careful."

Yuan Mao gave a gentle smile and stroked her hair: "don't worry, madam." He grabbed the rain hat and went out.

The side door suddenly opened, half a white face and a big smart eye appeared in the crack of the door, and called "Dad" in a low voice.

Yuan Mao said, "Yu Er? Why do you get up? Go back to sleep

"When will dad come back?" There was a deep sound in the voice.

"Come back at dawn." Yuan Mao took a step and stopped again. "Dad came back to bring you a blind man's bun."

The eyes slightly bent: "good." Then he closed the door gently.

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a frenzied horse's hooves leaped over the water and splashed more than a foot. The cavalry, led by Yuan Mao, galloped in silence in the heavy rain. They had their own rainbows and swords on their waists. They had a low pressure on the edge of the rainbows. They couldn't see clearly, but they must be very serious.

Not long ago, the Jin Dynasty defeated the Sheng (DU Sheng) army and Qingzhou fell. The imperial court ordered to abandon the seven states in northern Liaoning, withdraw the army and withdraw the people, and stick to the south of Huangshui.

The seven prefectures of Northern Liaoning are the natural barriers for the Chinese people to resist the invasion of nomads. Once they give up, there is almost no danger to defend the northern border. Even if they betray their country, they dare not be so blatant.

Yuan Mao and Qian An, governor of Guangning Prefecture, talked about this matter in secret. Lord Qian thought that the imperial court's action might be that the National Treasury would be dragged down by the two fronts of Wala and the Jin people. The loss of Qingzhou was the last straw to crush the camel. It was also a helpless move to shrink the defense line. In addition, there must be some people who were dazzled to disturb the holy hearing, so he would make such a shallow decision.

Abandoning the seven prefectures of Northern Liaoning and harming the Central Plains is more than one dynasty and one country. It must be reviled forever.

It's just a pity that the people of seven states, led by Taining, have been working on that land for hundreds of years. Now they are forced to leave their ancestral land for a living and move to the south in large numbers. It's said that on the day of moving to the south, they howled and filled the fields. How can they say "remnant".

Most of the refugees flowed into Guangning, but Guangning Wei, which was once a strategic logistics of the seven states in northern Liaoning Province, was separated from the Jin people only by one water.

In order to control the refugees, Yuanmao had not been able to sleep for a long time. The refugees are a headache, but what worries him most is the barbarians

For a moment, his mind was so scattered that he didn't notice a dark thing coming out in front of him. When he fixed his eyes, it seemed that when he was a child, the horse was close at hand. His mind trembled, and he yanked the reins. The horse was frightened, and its sharp roar cut through the rainy night. Its front hooves were empty, and the horse almost stood up.

Yuan Mao was thrown down and fell heavily into the cold rain.

The followers at the back also grabbed the reins one after another. If they were not well-trained, they were afraid that they would bump into a ball."My Lord!" Hu Baicheng jumped off the horse and helped Yuanmao, "are you OK, sir?"

"Not in the way..." Yuan Mao's hat fell off and the rain splashed all over his face. He wiped the water off his face and narrowed his eyes to see the small dark shadow ahead.

Hu Baicheng cursed: "bold, dare to rush to disturb the mount of thousands of adults!"

Yuan Mao waved his hand: "it's like a child." He stood up and went to the shadow. His entourage ran over with a light. It turned out that he was a child with his head buried in his knees, squatting barefoot in the ankle deep water, shivering.

On such a cold and rainy night, he was ragged and thin, and his ribs on his back were scaly and well rooted.

Hu Baicheng frowned: "you suddenly rush out, what's your plan?"

We can't blame him for making such a fuss. Most of the children are refugees. They have suffered from all kinds of calamities caused by the refugees. Who knows if the child was ordered to make trouble.

The child held out his hand tremblingly, pointed his thin fingers to Yuanmao's feet, and said in a low voice Fish. "

The voice was extremely weak.

Yuan Mao looked down and saw that where was the fish, it was just a piece of broken wood with the shape of a fish.

I'm afraid the child is so hungry that he is dizzy. Yuan Mao sighed in his heart that there were too many refugees from the seven prefectures of Northern Liaoning. The grain allocated by the imperial court was exploited from the upper to the lower levels. When it came to Guangning, it was not enough. He could not sympathize with it. It's said that many refugees died on the way because of the plague. It's lucky that they can live to Guangning city. It's just that winter is coming. I'm afraid children like this can't survive.

Yuan Mao told his followers, "give him something to eat. Let's go."

The entourage took out the dry food from his body and threw it. The child rushed into the rain, grabbed the dry food and tore it up crazily.

"Get out of the way." The attendant exclaimed.

As he nibbled, he retreated.

Yuan Mao went to his horse.

“…… The horse has leg disease

Yuan Mao was stunned and turned to look at the child: "what do you say?" He thought he had heard wrong.

"The left front heel is swollen, touching the ground causes pain, causing pain leads to dryness." The child's voice was still weak, but Yuanmao heard it. He observed that his horse had been treading on the water, and he did look uneasy.

"What are you talking about?" Hu Baicheng rebuked the road.

Yuan Mao asked, "how do you know it has leg disease?"

The child stopped talking and continued to eat dry food. He just wanted to pay back the pie.

"Look up." Yuan Mao raised the volume.

The child pause, slowly raised his face.

The heavy rain came down, forming a fuzzy water wall between Yuanmao and the child. The light of the fire was weak, and his face was hidden in the shadow. But just then, a flash of lightning burst in the air, accompanied by heavy thunder rolled in, and the horses were in a panic. It was at this moment that Yuanmao saw the child's face clearly.

His heart thumped.

The child's pale face was washed clean by the rain. Although he was so hungry that his cheeks were sunken and his eyes were absent, he could still see three courtyards and five eyes, which was very delicate and beautiful.

Yuan Mao excitedly grabbed the lantern from his entourage, strode to the child, looked at the face carefully, and asked in a trembling voice: "you What's your name

"Yan Sikong." The child's voice is like a mosquito.

Yuan Mao raised his ears to recognize: "thinking Empty, what does the name mean? "

At the mention of the name, there was a faint light in the child's eyes. He straightened his back as far as he could, wiped the rain off his face, looked at the tall and brave man in front of him, and replied: "if you think about space, you will see far away. If you have no desire, you will be just." Water drops hit the ground, crackling, the child's voice, like a string, echoed in people's ears.

“…… Is your father a scholar

"My father was a Juren in the ninth year of Zhaowu."

"You read, too?"

"My father teaches."

"Why do you know my horse has leg trouble?"

"My mother is a medical woman."

"Medical horse?"

"The doctor." The child lowered his head, thinking about the hard dry food in his hand, he was perfunctory sentence by sentence.

"If you are a doctor, how can you diagnose horses?"

"They are all made of bone and attached with flesh. They have something in common." The child couldn't help it and took a big bite of dry food.

Hu Guangcheng urged: "my Lord, it's not suitable to delay here."

Yuanmao took a deep breath. His heart was beating like a drum. His brain was hot. For a moment, he made a decision that changed the fate of many people, even the fate of Dasheng: "you come with me."

The child was at a loss.

Yuan Mao looked down at him: "follow me, you don't have to go hungry, but from today on, I'm your father, you want to be yuan, Yuan Sikong."

The child is still at a loss, perhaps hungry, perhaps this is too sudden, he did not know how to react.

Yuan Mao held out his hand.

The child hesitated for a moment, only for a moment, then held the big hand. The temptation of not going hungry was too big. Then he was light, and Yuan Mao held him in his arms, wrapped his thin and cold body in a coir hat.The child's brain is blank. His chest is thick and warm, and his arms are hard and powerful. It seems that he is the safest place in the world, which makes him even doubt that he is in a dream.

On the way from Taining to Guangning, he saw his familiar neighbors fall one by one, then his family members, and finally his parents. His happy and rich life came to nothing overnight. He was far away from his hometown, living in the streets, suffering from hunger and cold, and worse than a wild dog

But he wants to live, his father's words are still in his ears, and his mother's gentle comfort is always imprinted on the skin texture. They all want him to live, and he wants to live.

The horse started to run again. He carefully grasped yuan Mao's clothes. He was greedy for the warmth that he had not touched for a long time, and he did not dare to get too close. He could only tighten his body.

Suddenly, a big hand stroked his wet hair, he was slightly stunned, his eyes were hot, and the hot tears flowed down in silence.

He put down his guard and lay in Yuanmao's arms full of dependence, sleepy.

Yuan Mao's hand fell from the top of the child's head to his thin back. For a moment, he had mixed feelings.

After all, he was only nine years old, and his eyes were dazed with hunger. In a trance, he seemed to see the soldiers driving the refugees with swords.

Only the name "yuansikong" wanders among the vague consciousness and becomes more and more sober.

Yuansikong From today on, his name is yuan Sikong.

Open a new article ~ ~ today is the eighth anniversary of my writing online article, "Zhuwang" is my 16th article. I have made a statistics, and I have written 9.22 million words in the past eight years. At the end of Zhuwang, it should be more than 10 million words.

in the past eight years, I have gained a lot, and I will continue to write with my love for creation. Thank you for your company Readers who accompany me and support me = 3 =

never forget the original intention, take dreams as horses, and move forward firmly!

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