Tuyang high mountains, long vast rivers, the sun and the moon are like dreams, call me Xia An.

The mountains are covered by clouds, the vast rivers are dry, the sun and the moon are covered with dust, looking for my homeland.

It was the words of a song, hummed softly by a woman in shabby clothes but with delicate features, her blue eyes like the purest jasper, immaculate in beauty, but also heartbreaking.

"Father-in-law, why is she crying?"

"Don't talk." The middle-aged man covered the boy's mouth tightly, and his gloomy face was hidden under the hat, vaguely with a bit of hatred.

It was just a poor woman singing and begging in the streets, and no one could be in the way, but the expressionless officers and soldiers, regardless of how thin and weak the woman was, broke into the crowd and violently pulled her away, leaving behind embarrassed onlookers and broken rice scattered all over the ground.

The boy pulled the sleeve of the middle-aged man again, and there was confusion in his clear eyes, but more sadness, as if the world had given him too much surprise and pain, making this child who had just left the poor countryside at a loss.

"Don't give up, look at him, I'll save people." The middle-aged man pushed the boy to the quieter child behind him, and his burly body disappeared into the corner of the street in an instant.

"We can live, but we must not mention the word Cheyenne, or we will be arrested and put in prison." Su Buqi, who showed an amazing face before he was a teenager, pulled the boy and carefully covered his hat, "You are the future king of Cheyenne, you have to see our suffering with your own eyes, so that you can understand the meaning of recovering the country, the Cheyenne clan can't be a wanderer who has been expelled and bullied forever," said the father-in-law. ”

The boy was stunned, tugging at the tips of his light blonde hair and shaking his head: "I don't understand." ”

"Then forget it, I don't understand."

What can two eleven or twelve-year-olds understand? Ignorant and young, but he has to see the cruelty of the world.

When the crowd dispersed, the boy lowered his head and picked up the scattered broken rice one by one, carefully held it in the palm of his hand, sniffed it, and had a faint fragrance.

"Don't give up, what is this."

"m."

"What rice. It smells so good."

The immature face showed a hint of maturity that did not fit the age, Su Buqi took out a sweat towel and wrapped the handful of broken rice, and his tone was so light that he couldn't hear the taste: "It's fragrant rice from your hometown, you haven't eaten it, it's very fragrant." ”

"Oh......"

Hometown, whose hometown? His. A distant place that has never appeared in memory, an existence that has nothing to do with life, is now going to be far away from his mother for such an ethereal thing, and to give up the only person who matters, so as to decide whether it is right or wrong.

However, it is undeniable that when I saw the singing woman being taken away, there was a wave of anger that arose out of nowhere.

Such a pitiful person, and those unstained eyes, it hurts to look at them......

"My lord. Did the lord have a nightmare? ”

A slightly curious voice sounded in his ears to shatter the memory dream, Ning Xi opened his eyes drunk, was dazed for a moment, sniffled and then chuckled: "Sacrifice, let's cook porridge again." I smell it in my dreams, it's so fragrant,"

The slightly thin girl in men's clothes blushed slightly, left the bed and retreated to the door, holding up the food box to cover her face: "Didn't the lord say that he liked to eat." Besides, I can only cook porridge, and I don't know anything like Lord Feng. ”

"My father-in-law is both a nurse and a housewife, so it is natural to cook and cook, but the porridge cooked is completely incomparable to the sacrificial cooking, which always makes me feel that I am being raised as an animal."

"Ahh Ay. , how can you say that about Lord Feng. The girl was dumbfounded, her round eyes showed a bit of heroism, if you didn't look at her delicate and slightly delicate face, she would be more like a teenager. Sensing that Ning Xi's drunken smile hid a bit of banter, the girl's face turned even redder, and she put the food box on the table with a bang: "The lord is always teasing people,"

Looking at the girl's half-ashamed and half-angry expression, Ning Xi smiled even more happily, beckoned to turn over and sit up from the bed: "Come here, sacrifice, eat with me." ”

Probably accustomed to being called around by an unobtrusive master, the girl naturally walked to the table and sat down in the farthest position from Ning Xi's drunkenness. Skillfully open the food box, serve the bowl, and place it, the eighteen-year-old priest is already an adult, and every move also has the taste of a mature woman, but the face is always young and immature, which makes people think of the word girl at a glance, as when they first met three years ago.

I would rather be drunk and enjoy it with peace of mind, and I have no intention of thinking about national affairs while eating, even if I am stared at by the priests with adoring eyes around me, the leisurely and leisurely atmosphere has not changed in the slightest.

Wake up early, go to the main hall to make a show, watch some boring music, listen to a group of informal ministers noisy and shouting, and then yawn and go back to the room to take a good nap, and then wait for the sacrifice to deliver food, this is the boring life of being drunk after being the king of a country.

No, it's actually not that boring, and you can see the occasional crazy look of the festival that you'd rather be drunk or be good at having fun for yourself.

"Sacrifice, go to tell my father-in-law for leave, and say that my eyes hurt and I can't go to court."

"Sacrifice, grill small fish at night, and see how you are doing."

"Sacrifice, taste my new wine."

"Sacrifice, I'll teach you how to write. I'll teach you to write your name. Come on, write it like this...... Well, go back and write a few more times. ”

Since replacing Su Buqi and following Ning Xidrunk to be responsible for the guards, the life of the sacrifice has undergone earth-shaking changes, the first of which is to be scolded and reprimanded by Feng Wujiang, often because Ning Xidrunk is drunk for various reasons and refuses to go to court; The second is the cooking skills, and the sacrifice that can only cook fragrant rice porridge has become a master of grilled fish, and the price is that he has to run outside the Great Gobi to buy fish at every turn, and along the way, he will be drunk and carry letters; Again, he was drunk, drunk to a mess, often accompanied by fine melancholy sobs, and was forced to pour all kinds of bizarre flavors of "new wine", and of course he felt aggrieved by the sacrifice that did not touch the wine before.

The most depressing thing was that when she proudly showed everyone the name that she had practiced thousands of times and had written horizontally and vertically, Wu Siying and Lu Feidu almost fainted with laughter.

"Is that your name, Sacrifice? Do you understand these three words when you pronounce 'silly girl'. You can't tell the difference between one word and three words, you really ...... It's really a good tool for the lord to entertain and relieve boredom,"

Even Su Buqi, who had only come back once after a long time, couldn't cry or laugh, raised his foot and kicked the door open, pulled the sacrifice with one hand, and poked the long sword on Ning Xi's drunken waist with the other, and looked coldly: "I'm just this apprentice, you want to bully her to death." ”

"Because the festival is too cute and honest, I want to bully when I see it." In the face of Su Buqi's questioning, Ning Xidrunk answered as a matter of course.

"Where's your sword, sacrifice. Next time you have this kind of situation, don't think about it, just stab it. ”

"Cocoa Coco, Coco, he is the lord," the priest shrunk in the chair like a sick kitten, and his tearful appearance made Su Buqi speechless, and he could only roll his eyes at Ning Xidrunk.

Ning Xi was drunk and smiled proudly, sat on the edge of the chair and stroked his somewhat messy hair, carefully and gently.

He had long silky light blonde hair, just like him, and the clarity of those eyes was more like the woman he had sent away from him, which made him obsessed and intoxicated.