Zheng Rong didn't think so, but his guards didn't dare to slack off, and stepped forward to protect Zheng Rong with a knife. A guard knelt on one knee and reported: "When the small one was laying on the floor, I saw someone in ambush among the firewood and grass, and I couldn't call out several times, lest it be an assassin, and I asked the prince to decide." ”

Zheng Rong nodded, and said with a half-point anger: "Cup bow snake shadow, maybe it's just a kitten and a puppy." Come, don't you see it clearly by moving the firewood and grass away? ”

When he received the order, he put his knife back into its sheath, rolled up his sleeves, and came to move the grass. In just three or two strokes, most of the firewood and grass were removed, and a lean little white dog was seen, with sharp baby teeth, a low roar at the bottom of his throat, and a pair of apricot-like eyes, which seemed to be full of hostility. The sergeants were amused, but they admired the beast's small and big momentum, so some of them took torches and tried to drive it away. I didn't want the dog to retreat at all, as if he was guarding something, and I saw that the grass behind the dog shrugged a few times. The safety of King Youyan was not a trivial matter, so the sergeant kicked the puppy away without saying anything, and then cleaned up the remaining firewood and grass. The sergeants had almost emptied the haystack before they could see a teenager curled up in the corner.

Zheng Rong saw it from afar, and he didn't know whether the young man was dead or alive, so he shouted "Wait", and when he stepped forward, he leaned down and stretched out his hand to probe the young man's snort. Before he could find out why, the young man suddenly raised his hand and slapped Zheng Rong on the wrist. This hand came very quickly, Zheng Rong couldn't dodge, and the wrist joint was hit right, but it was also a little painful. The guards around him saw that the dignified Youyan King was beaten by a little cub of unknown origin, and they were all about to come up and arrest him. Unexpectedly, Zheng Rong didn't care, waved his hand to stop a group of guards, and said to the young man with a smile: "It turns out that there is still breath, but it is still rude." ”

The young man's tightly shrunken body relaxed slightly, turned his head and glanced at Zheng Rong, saw that he had a kind face, and pouted: "Who are you guys, making such a big noise, to disturb me to sleep." ”

Zheng Rong saw that the young man was quite bold, so he replied: "Haha, I am waiting for the officers and soldiers who went to Youyan Road to escort grain and grass, and they were greedy for a few walks, and missed the post station, so they wanted to stay in this broken temple for one night." ”

"Hmph, this is my home, how can you stay casually." As the young man spoke, he stood up with a bone, wiped the dirt on his face with the hem of his clothes casually, patted off the silk of firewood and grass hanging on his body, and stood in front of Zheng Rong and dozens of guards without humility or arrogance.

Zheng Rong tied his hands behind his back, looked at the young man carefully, and saw that he was about twelve or thirteen years old, born with a full heavenly court, a round face and a square mouth, thick eyebrows and big eyes, red lips and white teeth, but an excellent face, I liked it very much, so I quipped: "There is no owner in the deserted temple here, the so-called 'under the whole world, it is not the king's land', we are the holy soldiers and horses, and we can stay in it." ”

The little white dog who was driven aside heard the master speak, hurriedly wagged his tail, got into the young man's arms, and listened to the young man's mouth with his eyes open: "The so-called 'the shore of the land, Mo Fei Wangchen', I am also a saint's people, and this temple can also be my home." What's more, it is a self-evident rule that you come first and come first, is it reasonable for you to enter my house privately and disturb me to rest? ”

"What a mouth!" Zheng Rong secretly thought in his heart, but he sneered at each other: "The young man's words are wrong. The master of the temple is the Buddha Shakya, but I made an order to Emperor Wu of the Holy Pilgrimage, and the world is in decline, how can there be a reason for coming first and then coming? ”

The young man was dumbfounded by Zheng Rong's words, and thought about it for a long time with a red face, but before he could come up with a reply, he heard Zheng Rong laugh and said: "This is a strong word." However, I heard the young man's extraordinary words below, and I admired it very much, and asked where is the Commander Zun? ”

The young man's confident face was instantly overshadowed, and he gritted his teeth and replied: "Father Venerable sacrificed his life for the country before I was born, when it was convenient for the Turks to fight, and it has been twelve years. ”

Zheng Rong listened to the young man's crying statement, and a huge sorrow welled up in his heart: he has defended the north for twelve years and earned endless fame, but who will remember the names of those pawns who sacrificed their precious lives? Zheng Rong fixed his mind and said: "I have no words in the next word, and I hope that the young man will forgive his sins." Dare to ask for your name? ”

The young man didn't say a word, picked up a dead branch casually, found a piece of mud, squatted down and wrote three big characters. Zheng Rong took the torch in the guard's hand, approached the ground and carefully distinguished, it was three big characters, and silently recited in his heart: "Qiu Yizhi, Qiu Yizhi, if you become famous, you will have a hundred officials to come to the ceremony!" Zheng Rong squinted at this stroke, which was very immature, but also stable handwriting, and suddenly realized: "Ling Zun Qiufeng, is a close guard of the Youyan Palace, fifteen years ago when he clashed with the Turks, in order to protect the main general, unfortunately he was hit by the arrow, and he was generously martyred......" Zheng Rong was just saying that, a gust of wind blew, running through the entire hall, stirring around the beams and pillars, mixed with countless dust, and enveloped everyone.

The young man seemed to be squinted by the wind and sand, his eyes were red, he looked up at the dignified middle-aged man, and asked, "You...... How do you know? ”

Zheng Rong's nasal cavity seemed to smell of blood, and he said: "Don't hide it from the young man, this king is Zheng Rong, the king of Youyan!" ”

His father died for protecting the King of Youyan, and the King of Youyan resisted the Turks to protect the people of the whole country, which was the most proud thing in Qiu Yizhi's life, and now some people claim to be Zheng Rong, but he can't believe it, gritted his teeth and asked: "You don't want to trick me!" ”

"If there is half a lie, may the heavens and the earth be destroyed and die under the sword!" Zheng Rong said as he untied the jade pendant on his waist and handed it to the young man.

This jade pendant was given by the first emperor when Zheng Rong took the initiative to conquer Youyan, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a token of King Youyan. But Qiu Yizhi didn't know the origin of this, he only felt that this person spoke very earnestly, rubbing the warm and unusually moist jade in his hand, and he was very sure in his heart that it was the famous Youyan King Zheng Rong. This really frightened Qiu Yizhi, and he suddenly didn't know what to do, so he could only hand back the jade pendant in his hand to Zheng Rong.

Zheng Rong pushed back Qiu Yizhi's hand holding the jade pendant, looked directly into Yizhi's eyes, and asked, "I don't know where Lingtang is now, this king has a major matter to discuss with Lingtang." ”

As soon as she mentioned her mother, Qiu Yizhi's eyes could no longer hold tears, and she suddenly burst into tears, and she vaguely heard "Mother is also dead" in her crying, which was very miserable. Zheng Rong sighed leisurely, took Yizhi in his arms, and whispered in his ear: "Yizhi don't cry, and speak slowly." While turning his head and instructing his sergeants to bury the pot and make rice, they wanted to eat and talk with Qiu Yizhi.

Qiu Yizhi obviously hadn't eaten any serious food for many days, but he also devoured some coarse food made on the march temporarily, so he cried, ate, and talked with one mouth, and finally explained the whole thing to the end. It turned out that Qiu Yi's mother was the sister of Zhao Fuyi, a local tycoon, Zhao Juren, although she was sad after the news of Qiu Feng's death on the battlefield, she had a posthumous son who had to be raised, and it was a dowry of a few hectares of fertile land for a large family, which was enough to raise a son. But a few years ago, the elder brother Zhao Fuyi didn't know what tricks he had to deceive the orphans and widows into getting their hands on the fields, and then drove the mother and son out of Zhao's house. The two had nowhere to return, and because of Zhao Juren's misconduct, the mother and son were from Zhao's mansion, and no one in the village was willing to help, so they had to live in this broken temple. In the middle of the month, Yizhi's mother suddenly felt a cold, and because she had no money for treatment, she could not support it for long before she died. Fortunately, there are elders in the clan who presided over and put the Zhao family into the ground, but they refused to help on the grounds that Qiu Yizhi was not from the Zhao clan, and it happened to be a natural disaster, so it was not easy to eat, and Yizhi had no choice but to return to the broken temple and live a life of scavenging and begging, lonely and miserable, only a picked up puppy as a companion.

Qiu Yizhi's encounter made Zheng Rong feel miserable in his heart, and he sighed for a long time, and suddenly stood up again and said, "Yizhi, you kneel down first." ”

This sentence came without warning, and Qiu Yizhi could hear it clearly, but he didn't want to kneel. However, seeing that King Youyan said something unquestionable, his eyes were extremely firm, so he had to put down the dishes and chopsticks and kneel straight on the ground.

Zheng Rong cleared his throat and said, "Qiu Yizhi, the death of both your parents was caused by this king. Today, heaven and earth are proof, this king will recognize you as the son of a moth in order to repay the grace of saving his life, and he doesn't know what to do? ”

Qiu Yizhi didn't react yet, but Zhong Likuang, who was beside him, was taken aback when he heard it, and hurriedly threw down the tableware and said in Zheng Rong's ear: "The prince already has three princes, and today he is happy to see Yizhi and take it to support him, so why do you need to recognize any righteous son?" ”

Zheng Rong only said lightly: "This king has made up his mind, and Mr. doesn't need to say much." His eyes were still staring at Qiu Yizhi who was kneeling on the ground.

Qiu Yizhi pondered for a moment, bowed deeply to Zheng Rong, straightened up, and said: "It is rare for the prince to favor him, but the Qiu family only has a little blood left, how dare you climb high?" ”

When Zheng Rong heard this, he was even happier in his heart, so he said to Yizhi: "This moth is different from succession, there is no need to change the name and surname, as long as you call a righteous father every day, after a hundred years of this king, you can enter the soil and keep filial piety for three years." ”

Qiu Yizhi pondered for a while, and shouted in his mouth: "The righteous father is above, and the ceremony is polite!" Then he bowed three times.

Zheng Rong nodded hurriedly, lifted Yizhi up with both hands, and took him aside to announce to the soldiers under his command that he recognized him as a righteous son, and that he would be treated equally with the other three princes in the future; He also summoned the tailors and craftsmen who accompanied the army, and told them to look at Qiu Yizhi's figure, tear up their own clothes, and make new clothes for him overnight. Even the little white dog was tossed a crispy rabbit leg and feasted on it.