The year 362 B.C. was the most down-and-out year for the two unlucky ghosts. One is the down-and-out son of the declining aristocracy, with an empty title of nobility, insisting on his arrogance alone, and struggling in the Wei State, the most prosperous capital in the world, in the Wei State. Another unlucky ghost is Yingquliang, the crown prince of Qin who was a hostage in Chu State.

At noon in the middle of summer this year, the scorching sun scorched the ancestral temple of Chu in the southern suburbs of the Yingdu of Chu State. The solemn ancestral temple is under the poisonous sun, people and birds are wiped out, only the cigarettes in the temple are still lingering in the lobby. A thin figure slid into the unguarded temple at this moment, and went straight to the confession in the temple hall. Confession. The two deacons in the temple slept under the desk with their feet crooked, roaming in their dreams and dreams. On the confession. Under the smoke, there were a few flies, tirelessly climbing up and down on the raw and cooked offerings. A dirty hand reached out and stopped on the offering, startling the industrious flies. This hand hung on the offering, and after trembling for a while, he decisively grabbed the offering and picked up a steamed bun enjoyed by the ancestors of the Chu State. The courage of the hand brings the courage of the master of the hand. The owner of the hand had forgotten that he was in the temple and the harsh fact that the temple was guarded. It is not the owner of the hand who forgets, but the owner of the hand, who has only one thought at this time: to eat. The sound of teeth and offerings clashing echoed in the solemn hall of the temple with this thought. Clack-squeak- The side door of this temple was pushed open by a man. The loud sound of pushing the door, like a thunderbolt on a dry day, knocked the person who was stealing the offering from the confession, and fell and smashed it on a deacon sleeping at the foot of the desk. Ahh Ahh The ghost-human-the deacon who was awakened by the smashing screamed repeatedly, and the other deacon was awakened. The deacon jumped up and looked: where is the ghost, it is obviously a thin and dirty boy in front of him. Another offering fruit rolled out of the boy, and the deacon immediately pounced dutifully, shouting as he pounced: "Thief---! Thief - yikes! "How could two deacons, who had just woken up from a dream, catch this thief like a frightened bird? Although the frightened thief was not caught by the deacon, he was also panicked and fled with his head in his hands. The thief's escape knocked the thin man who had just entered the door to the ground on his back. The thief tripped over him again and fell on him. The man who fell to the ground grabbed it with his hand, and with both hands he firmly grasped the thief.

The two deacons who arrived caught the thief like chickens. The thief who kicked and bulleted in the hands of the two deacons actually annoyed the two deacons. The two deacons pressed the thief to the ground, and the combined fists and feet beat the thief. The thief, who howled like a pig, suddenly heard a loud shout: "Stop! Suddenly, there was a sense of relief on his numb body. Why hit him? What's your business? Why--what-hit-him-? Close-you-...... He—he steals offerings. Put him down! No way. Down-down-him!! Put, put ......" is not allowed to be released! "A group of people suddenly came in from outside the side door. The leader was a man, and in a cold voice, he stopped the two deacons who were about to let go of the thief. "Temple Wishes! ......" said that the voice that put down the thief turned out to be the tall and thin man who was knocked to the ground by the thief, and at this time nodded slightly to the leading temple Zhu. "Why put a thief? And he is also a thief who steals the offerings of the ancestral temple. Miao Zhu stared coldly at the tall and thin man and asked. The thin and tall man was not afraid of Miao Zhu, and actually took a step closer to him: "He is a child, and he looks less than fourteen years old. He didn't know that this was the ancestral temple, and he didn't know that the offerings couldn't be eaten. It was because he was hungry and there was no one to stop him, that he was forced by hunger* and could not bear to eat the offerings, so you must not beat him, but let him go. Miao Zhu snorted coldly: "Do you know the temple rules?" The tall and thin man pursed his lips and replied, "Yes." Miao Zhu's eyes widened: "Why do you care?" The tall and thin man glared back: "Reason." Miao Zhu Gaga sneered and asked with a squint: "Are you worthy of this word?" The tall and thin man smiled proudly: "Of course - yes." I am the prince of Qin! It is an envoy sent to your country. Miao Zhu pointed to the tall and thin man, and suddenly laughed: "The prince of Qin? Residence Chu envoys? I'm so scared! Phew! Is the state of Qin considered a country? The country of savages in the wilderness is also worthy of being called the ......" The tall and thin man was furious and shouted: "Shut up! You are not allowed to insult my Qin State! Miaozhu jumped in anger, and shouted in a louder voice: "You stop with me!" Are you clear? Are you just a hostage sent to our Great Chu by Weak Qin? Just a coolie under my hands? How dare you contradict the temple and break the temple rules? Okay, I will fulfill you, the prince of the savage kingdom. Someone's coming! Let go of the thief, catch this coolie who claims to be me, and beat me up to this stinky hostage with no temple rules and boss! Listen, after the beating, I was thrown outside the temple and exposed to the sun for three days! Hmph, is that what you call me? After Miaozhu finished speaking indignantly, he went away. Only the people in the temple were left with the sound of beating Prince Qin's sticks...... The poisonous sun is gone. The cold moon hangs in the sky. In the empty square of the ancestral temple, a human body lies stiffly in the center. The human body under the cold moon was blown and blown by the night wind, and after squirming for a while, it stiffened and did not move. From the woods on the side of the field, a thin figure swooped out, strung into the square, came to squatting next to the human body, touched the human body's snort, and then dragged the human body, left the square, and dragged it into the woods with great difficulty. In the woods. After the thin man panted and sweated profusely, he put the human body under a tree, pried open the mouth of the dragged person with a branch, and slowly poured a bowl of turbid yellow human urine into it.

The Adam's apple of the person who was dragged in slowly began to squirm with the infusion of urine, and in the urine of the thin person, it became more and more rhythmic. The thin man's dirty face then burst into a smile, laughing and nagging: "Okay, move again, move again!" Move, move well! Yes. Drink one bowl, one more bowl! Damn! It's a big belly, and it's still moving after drinking two bowls. Okay, Lao Tzu will bring a jar in the pit again. Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, can you drink the thatched pit of the ancestral temple dry? By the time the thin boy came back with the can of urine, the stiff body was no longer a stiff body, and he had already gotten up and leaned against the trunk of the tree and gasped, and he wanted to drink again when he saw the urine jar. The skinny boy grinned and put the urine jar to his mouth, holding the urine jar for the man to drink.

After the man drank half of it, he pushed the urine jar away: "What did you give me to drink?" ”

"Pee!" The skinny boy grinned. "Phew! Phew! Bah! The man frowned, grimaced, and vomited. No need to please, my prince! This is a panacea! The skinny boy said with a grin. Are you the thief? You saved me? The man who was saved by the skinny boy asked. Hey! My name is Jing Jian. It's a beggar in Yingdu. I couldn't find anything to eat for two days, so I took a nap at the ancestral temple to ......" The thin boy wanted to explain it clearly, and wash himself away from the disgraceful reputation of stealing children. As a result, he was interrupted by this man's snatching of words. "Alright. I know. My name is Yingqu Liang. Don't call me Prince. Is there water? This mouth is too full of urine. "Yes. Come! The beggar called Jing Jian brought out a jar of water from behind the tree and handed it to Yingquliang, as if he were playing a trick. Yingquliang took the jug, held it in both hands, and drank it with his head held high, Ou, grunt, gurr, gurr...... Porphyry. "Porphy! Wow! All right. This is embarrassing! Is there anything to eat? "Yes. Prince! To give. Jing Jian conjured up food again and handed it to Yingquliang. I'm Yingqu Liang, not the prince!! Ying Quliang corrected unhappily. You're the crown prince! …… Good, good! If you don't call, you don't call. Come, I have the wound medicine given by the master, and apply the wound. Jing Jian saw that Prince Qin was really angry, so he immediately turned around and took out the wound medicine with a smiling face.

"Master!? Do you beggars still have masters? Ying Quliang asked curiously. No. My family is poor. When I was young, I was sent to the palace to be a concubine, saying that if I learned well, I was the favorite person of King Chu. But it's too hard to learn from others. You have to learn to be beaten first. This medicine is a beating medicine given by the master of the prostitute. Two years ago, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I sneaked out of the palace and became a beggar. Alas! Do you have a family in Qin? Is the king of Qin the same as the king of our Chu country, who loves to fight people? "Jing Jian Thunderbolt Bala is a word. Yingquliang hurriedly stopped: "Our Qin State does not have a lord who beats people, nor does it have a wife. Jing Jian suddenly jumped up excitedly and said happily: "That's good! Yingqu beam. Shall I go with you to the Qin State as a concubine? You are the crown prince, and sooner or later you will be the Duke of Qin. Although I couldn't stand the fight, the master said that I was the most bright, and I could learn the things that amused me and told jokes. I can also dance, sword dance, belt dance and so on. The prince ...... "My name is Qu Liang!" - "Prince Qin was suddenly furious, stood up solemnly, and threw a piece of Zuo meat (Zuo Meat, cooked meat cut into large squares for the sake of sacrifices, also known as Fu Meat) that he was eating on the ground. "Call me Qu Liang! Jing Jian, listen to me: I am a hostage given to Chu by the Qin State, and I am a coolie who does rough chores in the ancestral temple of the Chu State. Not what kind of prince? There is no prince in a poor country. What Qin State? In the eyes of the six countries of the Central Plains, there is no Qin State at all! There are only wild, poor, and backward tribes of savages. After saying that, he snapped and fell to the ground, his teeth clenched, and he was unconscious.

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