Extremely sad, no tears and no death. King Guangping sat for a long time.

Liu Feiyu held back her tears and sobbed as she recounted what she had seen. Of course, he didn't know what happened to Colliers and the Man in Black later.

"King Jianning knocked Shengping unconscious, let you bring it back?"

"Yes. ”

"Hey, I'm afraid he was already born with the heart of death at that time, he has been stubborn since he was a child, he was afraid that he would fight with his father and the emperor and affect me, so he asked you to bring Shengping back. ”

King Quang Binh's mind suddenly turned again. Yes, if he really wants to harm me and compete with me for the position of prince, he can lead his troops into Chang'an, and he shouldn't choose to commit suicide. My brother is not that kind of person.

Yes, not only did he encounter a sneak attack last night, but even Shengping was ambushed, and someone must have been responsible for it.

He was suddenly scared in his heart, and when the undercurrent hit him, he really understood how deep the crisis lurking under the Datang Dynasty was.

Li Fuguo, Empress Zhang, how great is the power they are hiding in the shadows? He also feels that this power seems to have surpassed the ability of those two people, and it is even more unpredictable.

And the man in black who saved the county lord, what is his origin?

Hui Lin said that someone sent him a dart letter. The dart was wrapped around a piece of paper and stuck straight into his bed. The note contained the time and place, as well as the words "Someone stabbed someone." ”

The note is so mysterious that it doesn't even say who it wants to assassinate.

Could the person who threw the dart message to Hui Lin be the man in black?

The matter of the man in black, you can wait for the county lord to wake up and ask more clearly. The most urgent thing at the moment is to find out, what happened to Wang Cairen?

At this time, King Guangping did not know that Wang Cairen had committed suicide in prison.

He pondered for a long time, and finally made a decision - it was time for the man to pay back the favor he owed.

When even wrote a secret letter in code, he asked Liu Feiyu to send it out. The way to send the letter is very simple, but it is also very strange, just go to Pingkangfang and find an elderly beggar and give it to him. Liu Feiyu was suspicious of the letter, following the prince for so many years, and it was the first time he encountered such a strange way of sending letters, so that the next day he wandered around Pingkangfang for a long time, looking for many old beggars, and finally had to find someone who looked reliable, and mustered up the courage to hand over the letter to him.

The sorrow came after the King of Guangping fell asleep, and tears wet most of the pillow.

One night a few days ago, it was snowing heavily. In a house near the Imperial City, the lights are still on.

The snow in the yard and on the roof had fallen more than a foot thick, and no one cleaned it. Because there is only one person living in this courtyard, and he has been too busy lately to remove the snow. This person is Yu Nuohai.

Pingkangfang is located in the southeast corner of the imperial city, and it is inhabited by some high-ranking officials and magnates. Yunuohai's mansion was rewarded by Li Fuguo, covering an area of more than 50 acres, with more than a dozen large and small houses in pavilions and pavilions, as well as two small gardens. This is the house of a third-grade official, and it is very generous.

In such a big mansion, Yu Nuohai lives stubbornly alone, not to mention cooks and maids, and there is not even a gatekeeper.

He was not a lazy man, on the contrary, because of the poverty of his childhood, he developed his industrious and hard-working character, and even resembled an ascetic monk.

On weekdays, in the officialdom, he can also enjoy the delicacies and wines of the mountains and seas, and others can't see that he was a lonely beggar.

It's just that as soon as you return to your own home, you will resume your cold life. When he had the opportunity to cook at home, he would boil a bowl of thin corn porridge for himself, blanch a few green vegetables, and have no seasoning, just a little salt.

If he had more time, he would clean the room. There are a lot of rooms, but a lot of the original furniture has been sold by the previous owner, and only some worthless wooden beds, cabinets and so on remain. The bed he was sleeping on now was very simple, as if it had been used by the former slave. Many of the rooms were empty, and he hadn't bought much furniture to fill them, so cleaning was easy.

Three houses were destroyed during the occupation of Chang'an by An Lushan's rebels, and he even bought wood and bricks, and slowly repaired them by himself. Alone, when he came back at night and didn't want to sleep, he would go and take advantage of the moonlight, or light a lantern, and lay a few bricks and a few logs. Little by little, it was completely repaired. Even if he doesn't live in these houses.

He vaguely remembered that when he was seven or eight years old, he had been apprenticed to a bricklayer, who was a very ordinary bricklayer who could only help some poor families build simple houses. The man was so brutal that he often beat him and scolded him for not giving him food, and after half a year, he escaped. So much so that this memory is always very vague.

If it weren't for the repair of the house, maybe I would never remember it again in this life.

As for the two little gardens, he was completely unaware of them.

It turns out that the strange flowers and plants raised by the owner, Jiamu, because they need to be extremely careful and special care, and Yu Nuohai does not understand these at all, so it has long since withered. There are only some durable tree species such as jujube trees, locust trees, and persimmon trees.

By the way, there is also a very old ginkgo tree, the main trunk is so thick that it takes two people to hug each other. In autumn, the golden leaves fall all over the courtyard, which is very beautiful.

In the autumn of these two years, he often stood under the tree, closed his eyes and waited for the wind to blow, waiting for the falling leaves to gently hit his face. It was a beautiful feeling, much like my sister's hand, caressing her face.

Trees grow freely. Flowers and plants are left to fend for themselves.

He doesn't care what grass or flowers are, as long as they sprout in the spring and grow luxuriant in the summer, he is very happy. The so-called care is just to take a break from the paths between the original pavilions and pavilions, weeding or something.

In the summer, dandelions, sunflowers, morning glories, creepers, dog's tail grass, wild strawberries, and lotus flowers in the pond grow wildly. Crickets, knowing that they are crazy, also screaming and screaming.

He was in the pavilion, sitting stupidly, watching the vigorous life in the courtyard, and occasionally smirking a few times.

He himself can't play the piano and make poems, and he doesn't have any friends who know how to play the piano and make poems, and he won't recruit those talented singers to come to his house. Even there are not many friends with wine and meat, they are all polite friendships in the officialdom, and they are all pointed.

People are inherently strange. Some people will spend extravagantly once they are rich and prosperous, while others will always live in a mood of fear of loss, live an ascetic life, and constantly remind themselves that this is the most stable and stable.

He didn't want more people to get close to him, even if Helan Shou and a few people from the Inspector's Hall came, they were only waiting at the second gate.

Only once, maybe twice. He once invited Guo Hua to his house for a drink, in the garden where the grass grew wildly.

He felt that Guo Hua was also a strange person, he was born rich and noble, and he didn't mind his weird house at all, and the rough meals he cooked.

He could see that Guo Hua was really happy and happy. Perhaps, he is like this to everyone.

It's winter, the flowers and plants in the yard have long since died, and the leaves of the trees have fallen clean. All that was left was the courtyard of Nuoda, and a lonely man.

Today, he came back not too late, and has been sitting in front of the lamp until now, and the fire in the stove has been extinguished early, and he has not noticed it.

He was faced with a major choice, and recent events have greatly exacerbated the urgency of this choice.

And an incident that happened this morning undoubtedly pushed this choice in front of him.

He knew that Li Fuguo did not absolutely trust himself, although he had followed him for many years and achieved the position of deputy manager, but he knew very well in his heart that compared with Helan Shou, his deputy manager was always a big difference in Li Fuguo's heart. And even in some things, he simply couldn't get into the small circle between the two of them.

But he is kind to himself after all.

At the beginning, he escaped from the master mason, but found that his sister was no longer living in the original ruined temple. I didn't find my sister, I couldn't eat a bite of food for a few days and nights, I fainted from hunger several times, and then I had to pick leaves and grass leaves to eat.

For a child, there is nothing more cruel in this world than being hungry. He felt that if he continued like this, he would definitely starve to death. Anyway, my sister is gone, so what's the use of her sermons like not stealing.

Whether you are a good person or a bad person, you have to live after all.

He crept into the city and wandered through the bustling streets. Finally made up my mind to steal something to eat. The steamed buns filled with beef and mutton and a mouthful of soup were like spells, forcing him to finally reach out.

For the first time, he had a mouthful of juicy buns. The second time, he stole a roast duck. The third time, he stole a leg of mutton. He thinks it's a good day.

Later, he became a gangster in Chang'an City who specialized in stealing chickens and dogs, and had a few little brothers of his own.

It's just that their guts are getting fatter and fatter, and they are beginning to be dissatisfied with stealing chickens and buns. They began to learn to infiltrate large families and steal some gold and silver.

The punishment finally came, and several friends were caught in a theft. The owner of the house did not want to report to the official, but sent a cruel family member to lynch him, and after being severely whipped, he was to take him out of Chang'an and find a mass grave to kill.

People like them will not be cared for even if they die.

On the way, Yu Nuohai woke up and exclaimed for help, but the family just continued to whip him, not caring about anything. The neighbors also hated these little villains for a long time, and when they were caught and beaten, they all looked like they were gloating, and some of them laughed surprisingly high-pitched.

It was at that time that Li Fuguo, who happened to be out of the palace on errands, stopped the carriage and bought them for money.

Yu Nuohai still clearly remembered that Li Fuguo only asked them one sentence at that time, "Why do you want to be a thief?"

Several other people made up many seemingly pitiful and sympathetic reasons, but he stubbornly replied with two words, "I'm hungry." ”