Chapter 305: Shanxi Bamboo Family

The overwhelm of the army is a curse, but for some people, it is a good thing.

In the case of the imperial concubine Sun, except for the eunuch who was directly sent to the Shen Criminal Division, the other two people involved, Liu Biao and Zhu Qingyi, were all brought into the Northern Army Prison where they had been in and out many times.

Zhu Qingyi, who has always been obsessed with the pungent smell in the prison, has now been sent in to smell enough.

Originally, according to King Yong's edict, the two people who had been sentenced to "no forgiveness" would not be able to stay in this dark and damp prison for a few days, even if they wanted to.

However, the sudden change in the situation outside Wang Jingcheng made them gradually fade away from everyone's focus for a while, and it was originally said that they had been beheaded in the vegetable market for the past two days, but now it seems that there is no movement.

After staying in prison for a few days, Liu Biao's original black brocade robe was stained with oil, and he didn't know where to smear the two black mud on his face, lying crookedly in the corner of the cell, until the golden light from the small window above the cell hit his face, and he was awakened from his sleep.

It's really big-hearted, and I can sleep so soundly at this time.

Liu Biao rubbed his eyes, and actually showed a trace of flesh around the dirt around his eyes.

He propped his body up on the cold and uneven stone floor with his hands, and then skillfully knocked on the hollow wall behind his head.

"Knock knock."

"Hey, it's so noisy outside, what's that sound about?"

I don't know, I thought that Liu Biao was locked up and went crazy, and he actually spoke to the air in front of him,

"Counting the time, it should be the Liao people who are here."

But it was obvious that General Liu still had this ability to resist pressure, and soon received a female voice from next door to the wall behind his head, "King Wu's army is trapped in Yanziji, and now he is a little difficult to deal with." ”

Liu Biao listened to the crisp voice coming from behind the wall, and smiled bitterly, and responded: "Grandma, the two of us are like this now, are you still worried about Gao Cixiang?" Hey, I think I should have listened to Li Jin's words before he died, we are not Gao Cixiang's opponents. ”

As he spoke, he retorted to himself: "No, I shouldn't have taken on this stubble in the first place, and now I don't know how happy I am." ”

Hearing it in Zhu Qingyi's ears, he thought that he regretted that he had agreed to defect to King De, so he replied to him angrily: "If you want me to say, you still have to thank me, otherwise if you follow Gao Cixiang, you will have died under the knife of the Liao people." ”

"Come on, I don't think I'm any different from being dead now."

Speaking of this, Liu Biao suddenly remembered something again, and asked, "By the way, what is the relationship between your Bamboo Mansion and King De?" I think the imperial concubine is quite familiar with you. ”

When I said this, I didn't hear Zhu Qingyi's response for a long time,

Liu Biao thought that she was still wary of herself, and couldn't help but say: "No, what did I do with you, but I am dying, and you won't even tell me the truth?" ”

"Okay."

Liu Biao sighed very resentfully when he heard the back of the mud wall, at least in his impression, this resourceful and always iconic sweet smile girl had never complained so much,

"I'll tell you a story."

Zhu Qingyi's melodious voice carried the unique softness of women, easily pierced the mud wall, and slowly fell into Liu Biao's ears,

"More than 20 years ago, in a barren land in the eastern part of Shaanxi, there was a remote and barren village called Phantom Li.

There is such a family surnamed Meng in the village, the old couple has a son and a daughter, the son is a very willing to endure hardships, smart and clever since childhood, and loves to read, when he was three years old, he can sit alone at the gate of the courtyard, holding the only book of poetry in his home hand-copyed, memorizing poems and literacy.

But you must know that in such a small village where you have to walk for three or five days to get to the county seat, people see that there is no way out for studying, so every family who gives birth to a daughter is washing and sewing at home, and when they give birth to a son, they have to go to the field to do farming at a very young age.

But

It can be regarded as an eye-opener for the little boy, giving this little boy a silent but discerning father,

Every time my father carried dozens of pounds of grain over the mountains and mountains to the county seat to sell, he always had to take the little boy with him, and every time he sold the copper money, he always had to take out some of the copper money to take the little boy to the bookstall to read all afternoon, or simply bargain with the stall owner to the point that the stall owner was impatient, and nodded and agreed to let the father and son buy back a tattered or even missing page book with two copper plates.

For this reason, the women in the family blame the man for always spoiling the boy so much, although every time the man always responds to his mother-in-law's chatter with silence and a simple smile, but the man who is a father knows that his son is destined not to be a person in this mountain.

But Heaven always likes to play tricks on people, and when He gives you something that you can be happy with, and when you indulge in it, it will suddenly take it away from you, and even what you have will not be left to you like a robber.

Maybe he just wants to make a joke with you, watch you cry and watch you make trouble, but he would never have thought that for many people, this joke will change the course of life because of it.

It was this village with a dreamlike name, but more than ten years later it suffered a terrible plague, nine out of ten families died, almost every household hung white silk overnight, and the whole village except for the coffin shop, all the places were closed.

Of course the little boy ...... Oh no, the boy who was already a boy could not escape the clutches of illness in his family, the pillar of the family, the silent father who doted on him the most, fell ill, and the sister who also felt sorry for him died of illness overnight, and the mother looked at this lonely and desperate home, wiped away from her tears, took a package full of her own clothes, and went away despite the cries of the boy, and never returned.

I remember the boy saying he was only twelve years old, twelve years old! I watched my father's big old hand lose its temperature little by little in his immature palm, but he couldn't do anything.

However, he said that he did not shed tears at the time, because the tears had already dried up when his sister left him last night.

Sometimes I think about it, disaster may be a relief for the deceased, but for the living, it is undoubtedly a kind of torture, a kind of torture that is immersed in the pain of the deceased all the time, but has to continue to live.

The boy used the blood blisters on his hands to dig at least a place for his father and sister to be buried in the earth, and then fled with the people of the village to Shanxi with the only copper coin he found at the mouth of the rat hole in the house.

In the eyes of that immature young man, Taiyuan is a prosperous place he has never seen, with endless crowds and official sedan chairs and carriages everywhere, which seems to be the place where the old man "sees the world" when he was a child.

Fortunately, this little boy was not dyed by the bright lights of Taiyuan, he used the only copper plate, half begging and half buying, half a piece of baked cake, and then survived the night in the cold wind and ice rain, and the next day in a restaurant with his own knowledge, begged for an errand to run the hall, so that he was not starved to death.

He said that in retrospect, a copper plate at the door of the rat hole seemed to have been specially used by God to help him cast a trick on him, so that his mother, who had abandoned him, did not see it, and was picked up by him, so that he survived the night. Otherwise, it is likely that before they can find a livelihood, they will have frozen to death and starved to death. ”

Liu Biao, who had been listening carefully, couldn't help but interject when he heard him talk about this, and said with a half-smile: "You said that this human nature is really interesting, it is obvious that God took the life of his family, but now he has to be grateful to God because of a broken copper plate." ”

"Isn't everyone like this, especially in the face of a high-ranking person, the person who leaves you a thing or two is always more kind than the person who doesn't leave you with a thing, in fact, it's only fifty steps and a hundred steps of laughter. But just like this God, to stay or not to stay, you can never disobey, only to deceive yourself to the person who left one thing, thank Dade. ”

Zhu Qingyi's Liu Biao scratched his head, and after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out what she meant, so he could only support her and let her continue.

"This young man ran in the restaurant during the day, and hid in a broken grass hut at night to study, and the money given by the shopkeeper was either bought by him for books or candles, and sometimes he didn't even have anything to eat."

When Zhu Qingyi mentioned this, the corners of her mouth involuntarily picked upward, as if she could see the down-and-out appearance of the young man at that time, which made people feel pitiful but couldn't help laughing.

"Then he must be the title of the gold list in the end, and he will ascend to the Tianzi Hall at dusk, right?"

Zhu Qingyi chuckled twice, "If there is always a reward for paying, then how can there be so many people who are forced by life." To everyone's surprise, this teenager's first scientific expedition fell to Sun Shan. ”

"I know this, I also participated in a scientific expedition before, it was really not easy, I was ...... at that time"

"You still don't listen?"

Zhu Qingyi blocked Liu Biao's plan to fail in the Northwest scientific expedition, and then asked her concubine sister to ask for an errand back in her stomach, and scolded him unhappily.

"Okay, okay, you go on, I don't have a stubble."

"To everyone's surprise, including himself. He didn't understand why he had studied hard with all his heart, and in the end he had this result, and he began to complain about the injustice of God, and began to alienate himself, and every day he used the little money in his pocket to indulge in the fence and the washer, and sometimes even hangover on the street.

Later, when he recalled this time, he said that it was the most gloomy, the most hopeless, and the most sinking time, and he felt that there was no hope in his life, and he wanted his sister, his father, and even wanted to die and not have to be tortured like now.

It's ridiculous to say that this boy has always been a decisive person, and even the suicide was quickly implemented.

He found a small boat, rocked it alone to the middle of the river, and then chiseled through the bottom of the boat with an iron chisel that had been prepared long ago, and the icy water still spread into the boat little by little, and he leaned on the side of the boat, closed his eyes and waited for death.

Or that God still has a heart of compassion, when this young man is about to live this life, he meets the noble person in his life!

The young man didn't know how the river that had just thawed and cold to the bone marrow in winter overflowed his face, and he didn't know how he was rescued by the local famous family in Taiyuan, the second miss of the Zhufu, and he didn't remember how he lay in the boudoir of the second miss of the bamboo house.

He only remembered how the face that gently pushed the door and walked into the room, making him feel heartbeat every moment of his life, fell in love at first sight.

But

One is a poor sour boy with no half an inch of thin fields, and the other is a brocade with fine clothes and food*,

This huge identity gap and status gap even made the young man dare not say a word except for thanking him repeatedly, and he fled and left the bamboo mansion.

The toad wants to eat swan meat,

The young man said that this sentence was undoubtedly the most appropriate for himself at that time.

But it was precisely because of this piece of "swan meat" that the "toad" at that time made a young and ridiculous ambition, he must take the high school imperial examination! Then go to Zhufu to propose! He wanted to marry that woman, and marry the woman who he only looked at so timidly, and it was deeply imprinted in his heart, but he didn't even say a word.

This dream, which seemed extremely vain and unrealistic at the time, became the source of motivation for the young man's bones not to admit defeat, and he has been studying hard since then, even more than before.

Moreover, there is one more thing every day, which is to wait at the door of the Bamboo Mansion, just so that sometimes when Miss Zhu Er leaves the house, she can look at her from a distance. ”

"Is this really infatuated?"

Although Liu Biao couldn't see it, Zhu Qingyi still nodded with a smile subconsciously, and continued: "Yes, maybe it was because of the young man's infatuation that Yue Lao helped them." ”

Liu Biao pricked up his ears with great interest, "Does this sound like there is such an adventure?" ”

"It can't be regarded as an adventure, if you want me to say it, it's just an extremely accidental necessity, and a lover will eventually become a family."

"Miss Bamboo, how many infatuated men and women in the world are crying and breaking their liver and intestines?"

Zhu Qingyi sneered, "That can only be said that they are not the lovers destined for each other." Hey, I said, why are you interjecting again, how many times have you interrupted me? ”

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up, you go on."

"It was a rainy night......"

Maybe Zhu Qingyi was born a storyteller, and he can tell this story vividly with his voice alone, so that Liu Biao can't wait to put his ears into the wall, and his surging gossip heart is afraid of missing a word.

But while he was listening intently,

suddenly

"Boom!"

A dull voice sounded in the narrow and quiet corridors of the prison,

Although the voice was low, it was so clear and abrupt that one would never suspect that it might be a hallucination in one's own ears.

"What's that sound?"

Zhu Qingyi also heard it, stopped the continuation of her story, and asked Liu Biao through the mud wall,

Liu Biao was even more confused, quickly got up from the ground, ran to the wooden fence of the prison room in two steps, poked his head out and looked left and right,

The road is still so deep, as if there is no end in sight, and it seems that no one has come.

"What is this......"

"Knock knock! Knock knock! ”

Liu Biao was just about to speak, the strange and low voice sounded again in a row, and now Liu Biao could hear it clearly, and even said that he felt it clearly, because he clearly realized that the sound and the vibration it brought came from under his feet!

"We ...... There's something under your feet! ”