Chapter 12 Su - Glory Returns to Hometown

Su is the child of the common people.

One day, a photographer passed by his door. At that time, the man with a bamboo cane looked at the roof of his house for a long time, then turned around and looked around the pond in front of his house and the mountain behind him for a long time.

After a while, the man said to the villagers on the left and right: "This household will give birth to a noble son, and this son will be honored and favored on the noble man's collapse, and he will be noble for life, and his descendants will be blessed." ”

And when the man had said this, he departed. That night, Su was born.

At the time of birth, the villagers who heard the words of the photographer asked whether the child was male or female.

When they learned that it was a boy who had been born, the villagers looked at each other and were puzzled. In their cognition, only women can gain honor and favor on the nobles!

Puzzled, the villagers left.

The parents looked at the newborn child, only worried about whether they could feed him, and did not care about the words of the photographer.

As the years passed, the child grew up, and the older he became, the more beautiful he became, a kind of beauty that the villagers had never seen before. They don't understand, how this child has endured the wind and rain, how he is hungry and full, his eyebrows and eyes are still getting more and more watery, and his skin is still smooth and tender as if it was made of a woman's milk?

When the child is six or seven years old, he will come to see him.

When the child was ten years old, his parents were told: There are nobles who want to buy good-looking children, both men and women.

At this time, their family was already so poor that they couldn't open the pot, and if the child could be favored by the nobles, not to mention glory and wealth, a meal could be eaten.

So, they sent the child away in exchange for a wagon of food.

Then, the following year came the Great Famine, and countless people in that village starved to death, including the parents of the children.

Gradually, the villagers lost their word for the child.

As the years passed, they gradually forgot about the boy with milky skin.

Twenty years later.

A huge procession of dozens of carriages and hundreds of swordsmen appeared at the entrance of the village.

All the villages shook, and countless villagers rushed out, looking at this huge, gorgeous procession with their feet crossed.

The gray-faced, dark-skinned villagers stared wide-eyed and pointed at the convoy.

A child threw his head back and exclaimed, "Grandpa, is this the king?" ”。

An old man with pale hair looked at the gorgeous motorcade blankly, nodded, and said deliciously, "This is the monarch's motorcade." When he said this, he couldn't help but raise his long sleeves and wipe the corners of his eyes, muttered, and said in a choked voice: "I didn't expect that in my lifetime, I would still see the king's car." ”

Among the villagers, there are not many who are as excited as the old people. Ever, this kind of gorgeous driving, they can only hear from legends. But now, not only did they see it, but the car was still parked on the land they often walked on, and they could see it as much as they wanted. Those nobles with swords at their waists lined up in a long line, allowing them to count and count.

The neat, two-mile carriage lined up, slowly stopped.

The villagers, adding up all their fingers and toes, and countless nobles, jumped out of the carriage with expressionless faces and formed two long lines.

When they pointed at the villagers, they just glanced at them and ignored them. Occasionally, naughty children broke away from the control of adults and jumped to the center of the road, and they just shook the halberd in their hands and waved at the child, without scolding.

The villagers gathered more and more.

But the nobles are getting more and more serious.

I don't know how long it was, but there was a sound of horses' hooves.

But it was the carriage that was at the front, with feathers and oxtails on its flag, that started slowly.

As soon as the carriage started, standing on both sides of the road, the nobles who had not spoken a word moved. They followed the carriage neatly, and walked forward in a "pedal-pedal" manner.

Their footsteps were so neat that every time they fell, they stirred up smoke and dust that soared into the sky. Their halberds were so dazzling, and the tips of their yellow halberds exuded a chilling light.

Their faces are so clean, their tall figures, and their neat clothes that make people feel ashamed of themselves when they see them.

Before I knew it, the whispers of the villagers were getting quieter and quieter.

Before you know it, the villagers are retreating into the fields.

The carriage was still moving forward.

Unconsciously, the villagers followed the carriage and walked far away.

Finally, the carriage stopped.

Then, in the carriage, a low, crisp voice was heard.

As soon as the voice came out, a noble man raised the flag in his hand and waved it behind him from left to right.

All the nobles stopped in unison.

A noble man stepped forward and came to the carriage. He bowed respectfully towards the carriage, stretched out his hand, and slowly opened the curtain.

A young man appeared in front of everyone.

The young man looked up.

At that moment, all the villagers were stunned, their eyes widened, they held their breath, and in an instant, all the voices were heard.

What appeared in their eyes was a young nobleman who was so gorgeous that even if he dreamed, he couldn't dream of it.

Suddenly, a woman knelt down. She stretched out her hands forward, bowed heavily to the young nobleman, and hissed, "God, God, you must be a god sent from heaven!" ”

The woman's actions alarmed the beautiful nobleman.

The nobleman turned his head.

At the moment of facing the nobleman, all the villagers suddenly felt that the nobleman in front of them was not happy. There was a lingering worry in his eyes. He was so emaciated, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

The beautiful eyes of the nobleman looked at everyone quietly, and his eyes were gentle and kind. In the face of such eyes, more and more villagers knelt down and bowed to him, because they firmly believed that the only one with such kind and gentle eyes was God.

The nobleman moved, and he was approaching the villagers.

He came to an old man.

Feeling the approach of the nobleman, and answering the child's question just now, the old man with pale hair couldn't help but tremble.

The nobleman's gaze was gentler, but in this gentleness, there was a faint sigh.

He looked at the old man, low, and called in his extremely beautiful voice: "Uncle of the Nine Clans! ”

Uncle of the Nine Clans!

This fairy-like nobleman is actually called the old puppet and old patriarch of the Seven Villages, and he is called the Nine Clansmen!

For a moment, all the villagers were stunned, and even those who knelt down raised their heads and watched this scene in disbelief.

In the face of the old man's astonishment, the noble man bloomed with a dazzling smile, and he said again: "Uncle Jiu, I am Bai'er of the Gou family. ”

As soon as the nobleman's voice fell, the old man exclaimed, "Impossible! No way.. ”

The old man's exclamation weakened.

His eyes widened.

He looked straight at the noble man in front of him, looked straight at it, and after a while, the old man said deliciously: "You, you are really Bai'er?" ”

The noble man smiled and nodded.

The old man's eyes widened.

Bai'er, he remembers. In the whole village, this child of the Gou family had really white skin, so he ordered everyone to call the child white.

But, Bai'er, how could he become a nobleman?

The old man, who was stunned and couldn't speak, suddenly remembered the words of the person who looked at him at this moment.

At that moment, he stretched out his right hand, pointed to the noble man's face and shouted: "Only, only, when you were born, there was a person who said, 'This family will give birth to a noble son, and this son will be honored and favored on the noble man's collapse, and he will be noble for life, and he will be blessed with children and grandchildren.'" "It turns out, that's true, that's true!"

Just when the old man shouted, 'Here is the honor of the nobleman's collapse', swishing, several cold lights flashed, and several halberds pointed at the old man at the same time. One person stepped forward, pointed at the old man and shouted, "Bold! My master is the lord of the Mu country! He is the king of a country! ”

The long halberd was cold, pointing straight at the old man's neck, chest and back!

But the old man seemed to be stupid, he just muttered sentence after sentence: "Lifelong noble, blessing children and grandchildren." A lifelong nobleman, blessed to his children and grandchildren. ”

The old man's eyes straightened, and he kept repeating.

The noble man who was as beautiful as the gods raised his right hand.

Several halberds hung down at the same time.

Suddenly, the old man came to his senses. He swooped and knelt at the nobleman's feet. He tilted his head and shouted to the villagers, "Everyone, he is a nobleman! He is our own son of Gully White! Ladies and gentlemen, kneel down quickly, salute Bai, and please give us stability and wealth! ”

The old man's shouting reminded the villagers.

They quickly realized: Yes, Bai went out of our village, and he is now the king, and among our people, there is a king!

For a moment, the villagers only felt boundless joy.

At first, only the villagers of Laoqi Village knelt down, but later, more and more villagers knelt. A quarter of an hour later, all the villagers who appeared here knelt down.

Gradually, cheers and shouts filled the heavens and the earth.

One after another shouts rang out, "Bai is from my village!" "Duh! The people of my clan have produced a king! ”。。

Of course, among the cheers, there were also a few voices, with panic, "White? Heavenly Evil! When I was young, I used to insult each other! ”

"I slapped him in the face! God, why didn't I die yesterday? If I had died yesterday, White would not have taken hatred upon my son. My son will be rich from him. ”

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Amidst the hustle and bustle of shouts, cheers, and panic, Su stood there quietly, with a faint detached smile on her face.

He turned his head and looked at the hometown that was engraved in his memory. This place had been here more than ten years ago, when he had just become rich. He originally wanted to take his parents back and enjoy wealth together. However, what he saw were only two small tombs, and there were no tombs on the tree even the monument.

Countless times, he had thought that if one day he was settled, he would still come back here, pick up the bones of his parents, and then, take his people with him, back to his kingdom.

He had been looking forward to that day. He longed to return to his hometown in fine clothes, longed to see the villagers who had taunted him and insulted him when he was a child, and the admiration and shock when they knew his identity.

Now, he came, he was the king of a country, and he had returned with a huge convoy of swordsmen.

He came, and he also accepted the admiration and shock of the villagers.

But why is he still unhappy? Why couldn't he be happy after leaving Weiluo?