"Lord Wang, aren't we waiting for them?"

"Don't wait, how can a few of them withstand the toss of the soldiers. Rou'er, now it's just me and you who depend on each other. The king of Nanyang said, he couldn't help but feel sad, extremely lonely.

Finally, after they ran a long way, Liu Rou couldn't hold on any longer, threw off the shackles of Nanyang Wang's hands, squatted slightly, supported the knees with both hands, and panted.

"Lord Wang, I can't do it, I really can't run!" Liu Rou's cheeks are crimson, and she looks beautiful and moving against the background of her snow-white skin, which makes people can't help but think about it.

When King Nanyang saw this beauty, his heart softened, and the anger that he wanted to blurt out in his mouth was also thrown out of the clouds at this moment. "Rou'er. You see, there's a village in front of you. As he spoke, he pointed to the front right.

In the shadows of several towering mountains, more than a dozen thatched huts stand in between. Faintly ahead, the looming village is surrounded by a few cooking smokes, and under the reflection of the infinite sunset, it shows a sense of seclusion and leisure. The two looked at each other and clearly saw the cunning light in each other's eyes.

The two helped each other and entered the village gate, and King Nanyang stopped at the door of a farmer's house at random, stepped forward and knocked on the door. "Who?" An old voice asked.

"Hello old man, can you ask for a bowl of water to drink?" Nanyang Wang's tone was seven points soft, three points humble.

"Wow-" The door opened, and an old man with white hair and a coarse cloth walked out. He measured the two people on the other side begging for water, "Young man, why did you fall here?" ”

"Old man, you don't know, my wife and I came here from a township in the south. Last year, our hometown was hit by a locust plague, and all the food in the fields was gnawed clean, and many villagers left their homes. My wife and I had no choice but to run away in order to survive. ”

As he spoke, he squeezed away his tears, choked up and spoke intermittently, and wiped his face with his sleeve from time to time. Seeing this, Liu Rou on the side was amazed by her acting skills for the king of Nanyang, and in order to cooperate with him, she also cried.

The old villagers saw that the two young people who should have been high-spirited were so depressed that they cried so much, and they couldn't help but see their son who had gone out to make a living for many years, but never heard from him. His cloudy eyes were full of tears, and he looked at the two of them with a moved face.

"Young man, if you don't dislike it, rest here." The old man's tone was sincere, and his eyes showed the brilliance of kindness and kindness.

"This, this," the king of Nanyang was embarrassed, and he didn't know how to excuse himself, and after thinking for a while, he said modestly as respectful as his fate: "Then disturb the old man." "It's a show, but it's disguised and it's moving.

"Eh" the old man smiled happily and hurriedly waved his hand, "Don't bother, don't bother, the old man has been living alone in the world for decades, I thought I would be lonely for the rest of my life, but I never thought that I would meet two young people who were willing to accompany me." When I saw you, I thought of my son, who had been away from home for many years. ”

The old man was so moved that he held Nanyang Wang's hand, and a pair of teary eyes stared at his face carefully, looking at it, tears crossed his face.

"Old man, why are you crying?"

"The more I look at you, the more I think of the child who has been away for many years!"

"Old man, let's go into the house first, it's windy outside."

The three of them walked into the house together, and the light like beans stretched the shadows of several people and projected them on the mud walls of the four walls of the home.

"Old man, the younger generation has something to ask for, and I hope the old man must promise me!" As he spoke, King Nanyang lifted his robe, and with a bang, knelt on the ground.

"What are you doing, get up!" The old man hurriedly bent over to help him up.

"Old man, listen to me first." King Nanyang knelt majestically, without the slightest intention of getting up. fate

"When my wife and I were living on the streets, we offended a wealthy party, which led to my wife and I being hunted down and killed and exiled here." Nanyang said, and tears broke out. It's not a joke on the spot, he tears flowed out when he thought of these days when he endured humiliation and secretly lived and couldn't see the light.

"I just hope that the old man can take pity on us and my wife, and if any officers and soldiers come here to search, they can shelter the two of us and give us a way to live."

Liu Rou on the side saw that the old man was in a dilemma, and when she hesitated, she also knelt down and cried loudly about the bitter experience with her husband along the way.

The old man saw the two of them so sad and sad, and he was also moved, and his eyes were full of mist. "Okay, I'll just promise you, get up quickly."

"You must be tired from running around all the way, eating and sleeping in the open, let's take a break on the floor today."

"Thank you, you took me in today, Ben, I keep it in mind, and I will live up to my kindness in the future!"

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, and the birds outside were chirping non-stop. King Nanyang was shaken by the sunlight in the window, and his eyes opened.

As soon as the old man entered the house, he saw their sleepy-eyed appearances, and said considerately, "You wake up, there are some corn soup on the table, go and fill your stomachs." ”

Suddenly, there was a noise of people outside, the handover of weapons and the sound of horses' hooves, and the king of Nanyang suddenly changed his face and turned white with fright. But Liu Rou was the first to react, and pleaded with the old man, "Old man, you must help us!" ”

"Come with me, I'll take you to my cellar, my cellar is so hidden that outsiders won't find you." As he spoke, he hurriedly led them away.

"Have you ever seen the person in the painting?" An officer and soldier grabbed the old man by the collar and asked viciously.

"No, no." The old man was suddenly frightened by this officer and soldier, and his face turned pale.

The soldiers outside were not idle, searching from house to house, and the final result was that no one was found.

"Report, not found." After listening to the results of the last soldier, Yu Chi Zongyu was so pale that he waved his horsewhip and left. The soldiers behind him also trotted behind him in an orderly manner.

"Thank you, old man!" The two Nanyang kings walked out of the cellar and said gratefully. "I can't hide it, I still have something to ask for, I hope you can help me too."

"What's the matter? I can help the old man, I will definitely help! ”

"Please bring this token to the officials of Pandi, not far to the east of the village." King Nanyang held the token in both hands and looked at him expectantly.

"Okay, I'll help you." When he saw this valuable object, he had many doubts in his heart, but he was still willing to choose to believe in the other party.

A few days later, another sound of horses' hooves came from the entrance of the village. After hearing this, the king of Nanyang straightened his waist happily, and Liu Rou was also so overjoyed that she poked her head towards the door.

A group of soldiers, under the leadership of the general, respectfully squatted and kowtowed, "Lord Wang, my subordinates are late for drunk driving, please atone for your sins!" ”

"Hurry up, you don't have to be polite."

In this way, under the mutual send-off of a group of soldiers, the king of Nanyang and Liu Rou returned to Pandi in a mighty way.