Although it is difficult to rush on a snowy night, but compared to the pain and shame in the heart, these are insignificant, escorting Xianglian, these Xiangcheng warriors, their relatives also went to Northern Liao with the third prince Xiang Shuifeng, this defeat, their relatives are also more auspicious, they not only bear the pain of losing their relatives in their hearts, but also bear the shame of escorting the beauties in their own clan to kiss, and shoulder the responsibility of escorting Xianglian's safety, of course, the winner's carnival will not take into account the pain of the loser. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because the escort responsibility is heavy, and the task is difficult, especially the shame must be endured, so the city lord of Xiangcheng sent to escort most of the samurai are over thirty years old, experienced old people, if the young samurai can not endure the shame of the Liao soldiers, and the Liao soldiers conflict, the consequence is a big disaster, this responsibility is that the city lord of Xiangcheng can not afford it.

The captain of these warriors escorting the Xianglian lord and maid is an old man of about fifty, and the lord and maid of Xianglian call him "Uncle Ku", this Uncle Ku is an old servant who has followed the lord of Xiangcheng for more than 30 years, he has rich experience, and his martial arts are also good, and the main thing is that he can endure it, much more than ordinary young people. On the path of shame and kinship, you must learn to endure the insults of the other party.

God seems to be deliberately embarrassing this group of passers-by on a snowy night, the snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, and the front is all white, and the original road can no longer be distinguished.

Uncle Ku stopped the horse and turned back to Xianglian and said: "Master, the road is closed by heavy snow in front, the road is difficult to distinguish, I am afraid that it will cause the car to roll over and hurt people, why don't we find a place to rest and wait for dawn before we go"? Although Xianglian understands that she is in a hurry, but if she wants to hurry, she can't reach it, and besides, she is a sheep in the mouth of a tiger, and she can drag it if she can, so Xianglian also nodded and said: "Everything is arranged by Uncle Ku." Although this Uncle Ku politely called Xianglian the master, he was very respectful on the surface, but in fact, his real task was to protect and monitor Xianglian, and he could neither let others hurt Xianglian, nor let Xianglian escape, otherwise he would not be able to pay the errand at that time, and he would be unlucky.

When Uncle Ku heard this, two of his opponents said, "Huzi, dog, you two go ahead and explore to see if there is a suitable place to spend the night."

Huzi is an eighteen or nineteen-year-old man, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and he is the youngest of this group, and the dog is a thin man about thirty years old, and this dog is the thinnest member of the group of guards.

Tiger and Dog were agile and fast, and they disappeared in front after a while, while the whole team was still moving forward slowly·····

Not long after, Huzi and Gouzi returned, and they reported to Uncle Ku: "Uncle Ku, there is a ruined temple not far ahead, and as long as there is a sleeping little beggar in the ruined temple, he should be able to rest for the night."

When Uncle Ku heard this, he said, "Okay, then let's go to the broken temple to rest overnight, but everyone needs to be careful and pay attention to abnormal situations." Gradually, the ruined temple approached, and the light from the lighting of incense candles was faintly revealed inside.

This team of people and horses is obviously well-trained, they are not noisy when they approach the broken temple, only the sound of the horse's hooves stepping on the snow, in front of the broken temple, Xianglian, Xiangye master and servant got off the carriage, Xianglian saw a small flower child lying in the corner of the broken temple, and seemed to be sleeping soundly...

When the dog saw him, he was about to kick Hanako awake so that he could give up his place for Xianglian's master and servant to rest, but Xianglian saw it and hurriedly stopped: "Don't wake him up, let's take a rest next to him."

Xiangye saw that this little beggar was fourteen or fifteen years old, and his eyebrows were clear, but his clothes were tattered, and his face was slightly red, and now he was lying in the corner of the temple sleeping soundly, looking at his thin and tattered clothes, maybe it was cold, his thin body was still trembling slightly in his sleep, this appearance was pitiful.

Xiang Ye couldn't help but say: "Miss, this little beggar looks really pitiful, now in the cold winter, the little beggar is only wearing these few thin and torn clothes, and he is still shivering with cold while sleeping."

Xianglian sighed slightly when she heard this, and said in her heart: "Yes, this little beggar is indeed pitiful, but why don't we pity ourselves, this little beggar at least has freedom and can live freely, but what about ourselves!" As slaves of our relatives, we have no freedom, no dignity, no security, only pain and shame, and the saddest thing in life is that we cannot help ourselves, and we are unable to change our lives by others."

Miss Xiang Ye was silent when she thought about it, she suddenly understood that she was as pitiful as this little beggar, she and this little beggar were both fallen people at the end of the world, and their fate was as pitiful, sad... Suddenly, her expression darkened.

The candlelight looked at Xiang Ye's gloomy expression, Xiang Lian couldn't help but smile bitterly, as a slave of his relatives and a pawn crossing the river, what is the future fate of his master and servant? Whether to pray for God's blessing, or to go to the desperate situation to survive by yourself.

Desperate survival is a beautiful dream, is to give a little comfort to the dying and struggling, but the cruel reality is often bloody rain, whether their master and servant can survive with difficulty, can only pray for God's blessing, originally Xianglian held his own brocade robe that has not yet finished embroidering the lotus, ready to rest in the broken temple, by the way to embroider the lotus flower, but she is uncertain, that can calm down to embroider the lotus.

Looking at the little beggar who was lying asleep in the corner and still shivering with cold, suddenly Xiang Lian gritted her teeth and walked over, and gently covered the little beggar with the brocade robe in her hand, Xiang Ye looked at her actions in surprise, and said strangely: "Miss, why are you doing this?" You spent more than half a year embroidering that brocade robe, and now the embroidery is almost complete, do you want to give it to the third young master, the third general to wear, how can you cover a little beggar?"

Xianglian smiled bitterly: "The laughter of the past, the thoughts of the past, and the dreams of the past have all gone with the wind, and the naïve and pure thoughts should be forgotten, and we will face pain and shame in the future. It is up to heaven to decide".

Xiangye looked at her miss in a daze, and saw fear and despair from the bitter expression of the young lady, when Xiangcheng chose the daughter of the family, her own miss Xianglian could not be selected, but her miss was worried about the third son Xiang Shuifeng who did not know the trace in the battlefield, she wanted to go to the front line to find Xiang Shuifeng, so when no one in Xiangcheng was willing to be the slave of the family, she stood up and said that she was willing to go to Yanzhou to be the slave of the family.

At that time, Xianglian's idea was very simple, she wanted to go to the front line to see if her lover Xiang Shuifeng was still alive, she always felt that her lover was on the front line in the north, and she and her relatives also went to the north, and then she would be closer to him? even imagined that she was a surprise when she saw him, and she also wanted to give him the brocade robe she embroidered, and now when she was approaching Yanzhou, Xianglian understood, and felt that her original thoughts were too simple, too naïve, and the cruelty of the war was far beyond her imagination, and she also understood that as a slave of her relatives, it was impossible to see the lover she thought about day and night.

After Xianglian woke up from her beautiful fantasy, she didn't dare to have too many extravagant hopes for her future fate, and now she no longer has the extravagant hope of lovesickness for her first love, but more about the cruelty of real survival.

The poor little beggar in front of her aroused her sympathy, so she quickly embroidered a brocade robe and put it on the little beggar. Xiang Ye looked at his young lady's actions, and vaguely understood that his young lady was already disheartened.