Chapter 1 The beggar is not the daughter of a rich family, let alone the princess and wife of the prince and grandson. Please remember our URL to read and see the novel.com). She's just a little beggar, a little person at the bottom of society, and maybe not a person.

"Your Excellency, you can do well, give me something to eat! My lord! "A beggar in rags was stopping a man in a brocade shirt to beg.

"Get out of here, don't touch Uncle Ben!"

Pushing the beggar away from him, the man walked away. Hollow Chun was used to it, and she didn't blame anything, she just got up from the ground, ignored the dust on her body, and continued to look for the next target.

"Grandma, Chun'er met a kind aunt today, and she gave me a bowl of white rice. We had rice to eat today! ”

Xinchun said to the old man who was already unconscious on the ground, and then fed the old man the rice and white water he had begged for into his mouth. But the old man couldn't swallow it at all. The soup all came out of my mouth. Xinchun reached out and wiped it off, and then tried it between the old man's snorts. The old man was out of breath.

Xinchun didn't cry, but just took out a silk handkerchief from his body, dipped in water and scrubbed the cold body of the old man. It was originally a white silk handkerchief, but now it is grayish-black. It didn't know how many corpses it had wiped like it was now, it was the only thing that Xinchun had brought here five years ago, and it was the only thing it had left until now. Xinchun found a straw mat from the shabby thatched hut where he lived. The old man's body was rolled inside. She poured all the leftover bowl of white rice on the floor into her mouth. (Remember to read the novel.com, then drag the mat to the small hill behind the hut.) I didn't know how many times I stopped along the way, and finally came to a small forest next to the hill. The trees and grass are luxuriant, and occasionally a few mountain rats and hares pass by.

Xinchun pulled out a shovel from under a large rock in the woods, and that was the time when she stole something from a large family that was organizing a funeral, taking advantage of the fact that others were not looking. Xinchun was digging hard beside a tree. After two hours, she finally dug a pit that could hold one person. Xinchun dragged the old man's bones into the dirt pit, and then began to bury the body with a shovel. Finally finished doing a qiē, and Xinchun sat under the tree, already drenched with sweat. She gasped, picked up a branch beside her, and stuck it deep in the mound of dirt in front of her. Then he tied the silk handkerchief in his arms to the branch. Because she won't need it anymore. Because now she's the only one left!

If you look closely, there are more than a dozen mounds of the same size around Xinchun planed soil. Those are the people who have been buried with their own hands in the past five years. They are all the same as themselves, just like this dead grandmother, the lowest beggar in this prosperous Yuming Dynasty.

Xinchun is not sad because her heart is numb! She's a damn person. Five years ago, she opened her eyes again and gave her the life she has now. There is no shame, no dignity, no past, and no hope for the future. Now she is a living corpse. Even he didn't know if the loess under him would have more of his own small mound of soil in the near future.

Kneeling down, he kowtowed three times in front of the new grave. Then dragged his tired body, took advantage of the fact that there was still a trace of sunset in the sky, and walked down the mountain.

"Do you think you'll be able to escape?" A purple-clothed man armed with a long sword stopped a man in a black night suit who was about to escape.

The man in black suddenly lit up and quickly stepped back.

"You still want to run? If you are captured, maybe this king will be merciful to let you have a whole corpse! The man in purple chased after him. But I didn't expect it. Out of nowhere, the fugitive dragged out a hostage, a shining dagger around the hostage's neck, threatening,

"Don't come here, or I'll kill her!"

Shin-chun had no idea what was going on. I only knew that as soon as I came out of the grove, I was caught by a strong hand in front of me, and I couldn't move.

"Hey, hey, hey! Do you think this king likes to give face to others? Do you think your face is big enough? You captured a little beggar and wanted to threaten the king? You're really not good at this abacus! Her life or death has nothing to do with me. But this king knows that your death is related to me! ”

"Don't come here, I'm really going to kill her!" The black-clothed man's voice trembled a little, and the dagger in his hand had already cut a red blood stain on Xinchun's neck.

Just as the man in purple was about to speak again, Xinchun opened his mouth,

"Can you please do you a favor? Can I bury my body in the grove behind me afterwards? As soon as Xinchun's words came out, the two men were stunned. I've seen someone who is not afraid of death, and I haven't seen a woman so calm in the face of death. Her tone was like chatting. There was no fear in his eyes, not even a hint of pleading. It's just that on the dirty face, those eyes that are a little numb hide a heart-stopping purity.

"Is that okay?"

Xinchun reconfirmed.

The two men in front of him began to answer at a loss. At this time, the man in black already knew that the hostage in his hand was no longer a hostage, at most it was just a walking corpse! lifted Xinchun violently, and then pushed it fiercely towards the purple-clothed man in front of him. The man in purple was still immersed in the words of his pure heart just now, and did not notice the actions of the man in black. When he found out, Xinchun's body had already been pushed over. The purple-clothed man reacted instinctively, raised his long sword to parry, but who knows, he only heard a "poof", and the sword body was deeply inserted into the pure body in front of him. The man in black took advantage of this opportunity to jump into the woods behind him, and finally disappeared.

"Damn, let him escape!" The man in purple cursed. Just wanted to leave, but found that his sword was still stuck in Xinchun's body.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves sounded in the distance, and several people wearing Praetorian Guard clothes quickly came to the man in purple, jumped off their horses, and knelt there.

"Young master, my subordinates should be damned, I didn't protect the young master, and the young master was frightened!"

"Alright, alright! And it's no wonder you. ”

The purple-clothed man in front of him was none other than Baixi Mo, the sixth prince of the Yuming Dynasty. Baixi Mo glanced at the person under his feet and remembered the scene just now. not only provoked the corners of his mouth, but also said with some playfulness,

"Take her back to this king, and find the imperial doctor to see if he can save her."

"Yes!"

Several people carried Xinchun onto the horse, and a few horses left with a few horses, and the mountain was calm again.