Forget it, to the end? Forget it? Dead to the end? ......

These two different voices were arguing over and over again in Wang Xingxin's mind.

After a while, a voice told him: Forget it, you can't fight them, they are a family that has been inherited for thousands of years, what are you? A lucky and unfortunate traverser is just a golden finger and a system, what do you have? Just that little bit of knowledge in your head? What do you give to others to fight? Playing tricks or relying on cheapness?

Another voice told him again: Everyone else is going to fight you to the death, can't you stand up and resist? I even want to forget it, this time you forget it, can you still get away with it next time? Cowardly traverser, brace your cowards!

......

The same rice raises hundreds of people, and the same traverser is also different.

No matter how much the protagonist is given an aura, some time-travelers are still struggling humbly in the world after the crossing......

This is Wang Xingxin's life, this is the price of his crossing, his arrival has brought things hundreds of years later, or even thousands of years later, to the Tang Dynasty, and his arrival has changed some of the original historical trajectories.

It is okay to escape, but eternal escape will only be crushed by others.

With a fierce struggle in his heart, he was so eager to be free that he even thought of trying to see if he could continue to travel or return to the original world if he died once. Now whether it is Qin Qiong or Liu Laoer, whether it is the sleeping Heiwa or Changsun Xiu, these people seem to be no longer important in his eyes, escape, he wants to escape......

When he wanted to strengthen his faith and choose to escape, he suddenly thought of Changsun Xiu's slightly bulging lower abdomen, child! I left a seed in this world, and now the fruit has just grown and has not yet been harvested. There is no escaping! What to do if you run away from your child.

The more he thought about it, the brighter his eyes became, so he simply shouted: "Count the ball!" Done! Either you die or I live! ”

After the sleeping eldest Sun Xiu beside him was awakened by him, he opened his hazy eyes and said, "Husband? Are you having nightmares? ”

The peppercorns and green peppers that were asleep outside were woken up and hurriedly ran in with candles.

"Uncle, madam, what's wrong? My majesty heard my uncle shouting just now. ”

Wang Xingxin, who was soaked in sweat, looked at Changsun Xiu under the candlelight, and Pepper who was holding the candle with a worried face.

rubbed his face vigorously: "Pepper, you and Qingjiao go to sleep, it's okay, Fang Cai, I just had a nightmare." ”

After coaxing Changsun Xiu to fall asleep again, Wang Xingxin still couldn't sleep and was thinking.

This time, not only the two kings were killed in battle, but the ten guards given by Qin Qiong also died in the battle on the sixth day, and two of the remaining four were disabled.

These people died for him, and he felt guilty not only for burying the dead, but also for their families.

After all, the guards Qin Qiong gave him were all family-owned, and if they didn't learn from Wang Er, they were orphans taken in by Cheng Yanjin.

The more I thought about it, the more confused I became, and I was lightly afraid of waking up the sleeping eldest grandson Xiu, and after Wang Xingxin got up, he walked out of the bedroom wearing a coat.

This autumn night was a little cold, although he was wearing a coat, he was shivering in the cold night wind as soon as he walked out of the yard.

Standing under the shadow of the moon, blowing the cool night breeze, made him feel even more depressed.

He walked slowly in the yard with his neck bent like a wounded little beast abandoned by a mother beast, feeling the bleakness of the autumn night......

There was a dog barking in the village, this dog barked either the second black of the black baby's family, or the rhubarb of the Gongzi family, these two dogs in the village, and I don't know which dog was startled by a mouse or a weasel and barked wildly.

Unconsciously, Wang Xingxin walked through the backyard to the main hall, and through the flower hall to the front hall, just listening to the barking of dogs and walking in the dark, until he walked to the closed door of the mansion.

There is no light in the gatehouse in front of the house, and in the past, there would be someone on duty in this gatehouse at any time, and the ten brothers of the king would change their shifts every day.

Looking at the porter who was not interesting, Wang Xingxin thought of sending him Wang Da and ten of them when he was scheduled to bite the gold, and he gave him a random name according to his age in order to save trouble, two, three, and until ten, he gave a random name, and when he arrived at Wang Xi, who was the eighth in the ranking, he really wanted to call Wang Xi directly as the eighth king.

Unexpectedly, Wang Xi was the most timely to protect himself from the first wave of arrow rain, and he was pierced through his heart by a long arrow.

A gust of autumn wind blew, and Wang Xingxin shivered and wrapped his coat tighter......

The deceased is always extremely nostalgic, but when he was alive, he was ignored, as a family member, Wang Xi was not treated by Wang Xingxin, but it was this person who was not treated by himself who protected him with his life when he was in danger.

He couldn't even recall the faces of Wang Si, Wang Wu and others, and it was too late for these people who he ignored and forgotten even if he wanted to desperately remember them now.

After pacing to where Qin Yong lived, Wang Xingxin began to sobble sadly.

Qin Yong, who was also not asleep, vaguely heard the sound of sobbing outside, which frightened him into a white sweat.

After carefully pushing the door with a horizontal knife in hand, he saw a figure dressed in white standing in the hazy moonlight, his shoulders still shrugging and sobbing......

Qin Yong was about to shout: Why don't you be evil, Wang Xingxin also heard the sound of opening the door and turned around.

Seeing that it was the uncle, Qin Yong's tense nerves loosened, and the horizontal knife fell to the ground.

"Uncle, I'm scared to death, the little one thinks it's Wang Er, they have returned to their souls......"

Looking up at Qin Yong, who was frightened by himself: "Qin Yong, I want them all to return to their souls, so that I can take another look at them, ask them if they are still missing below, and want to say sorry to them in person......"

Seeing that he was no longer sobbing, Qin Yong, who was a little depressed, didn't know what to say.

"Uncle, if it were Qin Yong's presence, he would desperately protect you, you are our uncle, our loyal uncle, this is fate."

"Just because you are my subordinates? Just because you are a servant? ”

"Yes, uncle, once I enter your earl's palace, my life is the uncle's, but the uncle is kind-hearted and does not treat me lightly. We all keep these in mind, presumably Wang Er and they are willing to die for you, and Uncle doesn't have to be sad. ”

"Haha, life, everyone's life is different, Qin Yong, you remember, your life is your own, it was given by your father, not mine, not mine! If there is such a situation again, even if you leave me and run for your life, Uncle Ben will definitely not blame you. ”

Hearing Wang Xingxin's words that seemed a little crazy, Qin Yong said with some surprise: "Uncle, if we leave you and run for our lives, even if Uncle doesn't blame us, we will not be able to escape death!" In Datang, even if you are not a favorite earl of His Majesty, if you are replaced by an ordinary rich and noble person, you will also die. ”

Taking advantage of the hazy moonlight, Wang Xingxin saw a trace of helplessness in Qin Yong's eyes.

"Qin Yong, you're right, this is Datang, it's Datang! I know, in the future, as long as I don't take risks easily, as long as I don't cause trouble for no reason, as long as I can be provoked by no one in Datang, no one will be able to take your life except me, right? ”

"Uncle, you are right, as long as you have a stable position in Datang, as long as you don't make mistakes, no one will dare to assassinate you. It's a well-deserved death. ”

After listening to Qin Yong's words, Wang Xingxin, who seemed to open a window in his heart, trembled and said, "Qin Yong, go to your room to talk, uncle, I'm a little cold." ”

Qin Yong let go of his body, and after letting Wang Xingxin come in, he hurriedly went to boil a pot of hot water to warm him up.

After a while, after drinking the hot water poured by Qin Yong, Wang Xingxin, who had warmed up, sat there and quietly looked at the place where Qin Yong lived.

This earl's mansion is not as big as Qin Qiong's, not as big as Cheng Yanjin's Guogong Mansion, and even inferior to the mansions of those counts in the Tang Dynasty, after all, he built it according to the viscount's specifications.

Usually he either hides in the backyard or stays in the main hall, and he rarely wanders around the house, at most he goes to the workshop in the house.

Qin Yong is the housekeeper in the house, because he can get a small courtyard alone, this courtyard is not very big, except for some new styles of furniture in the room, the furnishings are very simple, but there are some knives, guns, bows and arrows hanging on the wall.

Looking at the weapons on the wall in Qin Yong's room, Wang Xingxin asked: "Qin Yong, how are your martial arts, uncle, I know that you are a housekeeper, but I don't know how your martial arts are." How about being bigger than the king? ”

"Uncle, the little martial arts were learned from my father, and my father's martial arts are the family heirlooms of my husband's martial arts. It's not a small direct blow, and my martial arts are above a general in the army. ”

I didn't expect Qin Yong to be a master.

"Qin Yong, with this good martial arts, Uncle Qin is not untalented, why don't you go to the army to fight for a future?"

Seeing that his uncle was a little funny, Qin Yong, who was helpless in his heart, said: "Uncle, the little father is the housekeeper in the Qin Mansion, if it weren't for the old man Qin who asked the little one to come to your house as a housekeeper, after the father goes, the little one will take over his position as the housekeeper in the Qin Mansion." ”

"If you say so, in Datang, the son of the housekeeper can only be the housekeeper, and the son of the housekeeper can only be the housekeeper?"

"Uncle, as you said, this is fate."

Damn feudal society, damn the incomparably powerful Tang Dynasty, damn Li Er......

"Qin Yong, if there is a chance for Ben Bo to fight again, you don't have to be a housekeeper, since your life is Ben Bo's, then I will give you your fate!"