No matter how many years have passed, no matter how many lives and deaths he has experienced, whenever he thinks back on this incident, Zhao Ji will tremble. This is the first hurdle in his life, and it is also a hurdle that he will never be able to overcome or get out of.

Mingyun sensed the tremor in Zhao Ji's voice. The two shook hands with each other, and it was not difficult for her to feel that Zhao Ji's fingertips were also starting to shiver.

"Aji, don't say it, don't say it." Ming Yun held Zhao Ji's hand, held it tightly, and wrapped his other hand around Zhao Ji's back, gently holding Zhao Ji's clothes.

Zhao Ji shook his head on Mingyun's shoulder and said, "If you don't say it at this time, you won't have the courage to say it again in the future." That day was the catastrophe of his life. Because it was too painful and too unforgettable, he remembered every detail of that day. He remembered what kind of day it was, what kind of clouds he remembered that day, he remembered the trees on the roadside, the flowers among the grass, the patterns on the cuffs, and even the blood splashed in the air after the arrow pierced his chest.

It was the third day of the seventh month eleven years ago.

He was only six years old that year. At the age of six, he was naïve and ignorant of the world, and the palace built a high wall of shelter around him, and he lived in the vermilion wall, not knowing that there were still sinister people and sinister things in the world. At that time, everywhere he looked, there were smiles and flowers.

July of that year was exceptionally hot.

As a child, he hated summer. In summer, it's hot, sticky and sunny, and you're covered in sweat when you run out to play. He is the eldest son in the family, and everyone in the family keeps him in the palm of his hand. He thought that the heat in the city was unbearable, and that his younger siblings were pestering, so he begged his father and mother to take him to the mountains in the suburbs to escape the heat, and willfully demanded that they only allow him to take him to play alone, not his younger siblings. In his impression, his mother was more pampered by himself, and in the face of his request, his mother just nodded his forehead, although she felt that he was willful, but she also agreed.

On the third day of the seventh month, he got up early in the morning, and when he got up, he couldn't wait to let the nurse dress him and put on his boots, and urged him while wearing. As soon as the nurse had cleaned it up for him, he took a step and ran out, ran to the door of his mother's room, and cried in by the door frame: "Mother, mother, it's time, go quickly." The little maids next to him kept gesturing at him and persuaded him to be quieter, but where would he listen, he saw that there was no movement in the house, and continued to shout at the door.

"Mother, mother—" he shouted, and in a moment the door of the dormitory was pushed open from within, and my father came out with a frown on his bedclothes. His father came to him, bent down, slapped him directly on the buttocks, and asked with a calm face, "It's just dawn, why are you running here so early?" ”

He has been spoiled since he was a child, and he is not afraid of his father at all, and when he is beaten, he also smiles and says: "The time has come, we should go." ”

His father laughed at him and said, "You still know the hour." ”

He nodded solemnly.

The father slapped him in the ass again, then lifted him up and said, "If you really know the hour, you dare to come here at this hour to see if I will punish you." As he spoke, he carried him to the back room and slammed him three more times on the buttocks.

At the end of the house, my mother had just gotten up and was sitting on the edge of the bed in her bedclothes. My father hadn't had a few hits just now, so he carried him into the house and threw him to the edge of the bed and lay on his stomach, rolling up his sleeves and preparing to do a few more times. Before his father's slap fell, he quickly crawled into his mother's arms, and writhed around while complaining.

"You're going to find a backer." Father pointed at him. When his father pointed at him, he hid his whole head in his mother's arms. His mother laughed, rubbed his head dotingly, and pleaded softly for his father to intercede: "It's hard to get out today, so you can spare him." ”

"Spoiled by you." Father said.

"You're not used to it?" Mother asked rhetorically.

"Not as you're used to." The father pouted, sat down as well, and began to put on his shoes. While putting on shoes, he didn't forget to glare at his son and warn: "For your mother's sake, if I don't beat you today, if you dare to trespass, see how I punish you." ”

When the master of the house woke up, the servants came in with trays and began to serve and wash. After washing up and having breakfast, my father called a carriage and officially prepared to leave.

Zhao Ji still remembers that the third day of the Lunar New Year was a sunny day, with blue skies and piles of clouds. When we set out, the sun was rising very high, and the sun was blazing, shining golden above my head, shining brightly on everything I could see.

Next to the carriage, his father first carried him into the carriage, and then helped his mother to go in with him. He sat in the center of the carriage, with his father on his left and his mother on his right. At this moment, he felt so happy and happy. No siblings with him, father. His mother was his own. Especially when the carriage drove out, he grinned happily and began to giggle silently.

His father saw his appearance, slapped him on the back of the head, and said to his mother, "Look at his stupid appearance, where does he look like me." ”

The mother smiled and touched the back of his head and said, "Ji'er is too happy." ”

Father pinched his still thin and immature shoulder, and said, "Let you be happy for a while." When the burden is pressed on your body, you will know what is heavy and what is heavy. ”

The mother said, "It's still young, but it's only six years old." ”

The father said, "It's not young, it's six years old." ”

His mother put her arms around him and snorted.

The father tilted his head and coughed lowly.

The villa they were going to was on the outskirts of Handan, and after leaving the city, he sat excitedly by the window and looked out. Along the way, the sun was dazzling, the green trees were singing, and he couldn't help but put his hand out of the car to watch the dappled light and shadow sprinkle over the heavy branches and leaves on his arm, which was very interesting.

As the carriage drove into the mountains, he saw a white-haired man with a staff and a boy collecting medicine. He tilted his head and saw that the white-haired man was not an old man, but very young. He had never seen a young man with a white head, and he pointed it out to his father when he found it strange. After following his finger, his father hurriedly got out of the car.

He asked his mother who it was, and she told her that the white-haired man was his father's close friend. Their trip was meant to be a pleasure, and nothing important, so my father decided to catch up with his white-haired friend in the woods on the spur of the moment.

He was originally interested in the white-haired man, and wanted to go down to play, but his father seemed to have something to say, and after making eye contact with his mother, he asked his mother to take him to the villa first. In this way, the father stopped to catch up with the people, and he and his mother continued their carriage up the hill.

The jingle of golden bells is particularly crisp and pleasant in the silence of the mountains and forests.

"Mother, why did that man have gray hair at such a young age?" In the car, he couldn't help but ask his mother curiously.

The mother paused and sighed, "I thought too much, so I gave birth to gray hair." ”

"What is he worried about?" He asked, puzzled and curious.

The mother touched his hair and said, "Little child, don't always ask about adults, you don't understand what you say." ”

"I'm six years old, not too young." He pouted unconvinced, and said, "Didn't my father just say that I wasn't young!" ”

The mother laughed, hugged him to her lap, pointed to his head and said, "Children will say that they are not young, do you know?" ”

He pouted and snorted, "I'm just not small." ”

The mother hugged him and said, "I said that this is a child's words." You're still small. ”

He was not convinced, but he didn't know what to say, so he asked his mother, "What did the adults say?" ”

The mother pursed her lips and smiled, and after a pause, she tilted her head slightly, as if thinking, and after a while, the mother said, "Adults usually don't speak. ”

He shook his head vigorously and said, "No, no, my mother lied to me, you adults love to talk the most, and you always close the door to talk and don't let me listen." ”

"What can be said is said, and what cannot be said is endured. If you can't help it, you can either say it in secret, or you will continue to endure it and never say it if it is rotten in your stomach. I can't help but really say it, then he's not an adult. ”

What his mother said was in a fog, and he didn't understand it, and he didn't understand a word. He frowned, focusing only on the last sentence, and asked, "That's not an adult, then he's also a child?" ”

"No, then he's nothing." Mother said.

"What do you mean? What does it mean to be nothing? He asked.

"It means he'll be nothing soon." Mother smiled at him.

"What does that mean? So what is he? He asked.

"Where are so many questions, you are a child, you don't ask so many adult questions, and you don't understand what you say." Mother lit his head.

"I'll understand when you tell me." He clutched his head.

"You don't have to understand what you know, you don't have to understand when you're older, that's the best. Say a few words, and when you go up to the mountains, you will be allowed to step on the stream for a while. ”

"Really!" As soon as he heard this, he was delighted, and his eyes lit up.

"When did Mother lie to you."

He happily plunged into his mother's arms and said coquettishly: "Mother is so good." ”

But the joy didn't last long before it came to an abrupt end.

The carriage drove halfway up the mountain, and beside the dense forest path, a few cold lights flashed, and suddenly, several crossbow arrows flew out of the dense forest. The bolts were extremely fast, and with a sharp sound, they burst through the air and pointed straight into the carriage.

The guards escorting the carriage up the mountain quickly reacted, and drew their swords to block the crossbow arrows from shooting into the car. His mother heard the sound of Jin Ge outside and held him tightly in her arms. He was still young at the time, and he was terrified for a while.

Some of the arrows were knocked down by the swords of the guards, while others that were too late to stop or missed fell on the carriage. He was in the car, shivering and hiding in his mother's arms, his hands twisting his mother's collar vigorously. The roof and walls of the car were shot through several holes by crossbow arrows, and the sharp tips of the arrows pierced through the wooden walls, and the cold light was pointed at him and his mother.

The Assassins outside the car came prepared, with plenty of crossbow arrows. The crossbow arrows were also mixed with feather arrows, and for a while, the arrows came like a rain of rain.

Outside the car, the screams of the guards began to be injured.

They didn't bring enough people, and they soon fell behind and couldn't resist anymore. Without the protection of the guards, the crossbow arrows began to shoot into the carriage with impunity.

His mother huddled in his arms.

"Mother, I'm afraid." He started crying.

His mother hugged him tightly and whispered to him, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, my father will come to save us soon." ”

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