Chapter 354: Yun Wuluo when he was a child

Yun Wuluo's body froze.

Mu Zhao raised his face and asked him, "What's wrong?" ”

Yun Wuluo looked at her clear eyes and said, "Speaking of this, we have to talk about my dirty childhood. ”

Childhood?

Mu Zhao thought that Yun Wuluo was the person from Jiangsu and Zhejiang who went to the capital.

The only time she left Beijing was to go to Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

Could it be ...... Did the two of them meet at that time?

Mu Zhao had a whimsical romantic story in his head.

She asked, "Did I save you who almost died during the trip to Jiangsu and Zhejiang, so you fell in love with me at first sight and held me so high?" ”

Yun Wuluo felt that he and Zhao Zhao were already intimate, and it would be too bad to hide it any longer.

Some ugly scars need to be uncovered and dried to be completely healed.

He said truthfully: "It's not to save me, it's to save others." ”

He told the story of his childhood, as well as his love and pursuit of Zhaozhao.

For as long as he could remember, he followed an old servant.

The old servant's face was full of scars, and his eyes were often full of hatred.

The old servant kept saying in his ear that the current emperor was a bad person, and he couldn't covet Miss Cousin, spoil Miss Cousin, and kill all of their families.

He also hated Prince Mu, saying that Prince Mu attacked the city, the city fell, and their entire family was destroyed.

Yun Wuluo didn't understand his hatred.

When his parents died, he had no memory and no feelings for them.

But he was willing to listen to the old servant, after all, the old servant was very good to him and gave him all the good food.

He thought that if he had the ability, he would grow up to kill the emperor who was hated by the old servants.

The old servant taught him to read and write, and taught him some kung fu.

He thought he would grow up like this, but a flood took the old servant away.

He didn't even find the body of the old servant.

He sat all night holding the wooden hairpin made for him by the old servant, and the next morning, he buried the wooden hairpin and promised that if he did not die, he would fulfill his last wish and kill the emperor.

At that time there was a flood, and there was another pestilence.

Yun Wuluo wasn't sure if he would survive.

He had to keep himself out as little as possible to avoid contracting the plague.

But there was no food, and he couldn't stand the hunger for two days, so he went out.

It was even more terrible outside than he had imagined, with stinking dead bodies everywhere and some of the living covered in filthy sores on their faces.

A few people fought over a piece of dirty steamed buns.

There are also people who hold their children who have just died and cry.

In such a hellish land, a group of people in brocade clothes suddenly broke in.

They encouraged these people, saying that the emperor at this time was not coming from the right way, they were the royal family of the previous dynasty, and they were the real lords of the world.

The unscrupulous emperor robbed them of the throne and angered the heavens, which led to this catastrophe.

Only by overthrowing the government at this time can they live a good life.

Yun Wuluo felt ridiculous, it was difficult for them to even live, so where did they care who the emperor was?

Where else can you work for your new deal?

Xu is his ridicule was too obvious, and he was seen by the little boy in the crowd in brocade clothes.

The little boy commanded, "You, come here!" ”

Yun Wuluo only rolled his eyes and turned to leave.

"How dare you ignore my orders?"

"Your Highness, we'll arrest him."

"Such a person, if he is caught, he will also dirty the eyes of this prince, so it is better to kill him directly."

"Yes!"

So Yun Wuluo walked and walked, and he was kicked in the back of the heart, kicking him to the ground.

Then a flurry of punches and kicks came at him.

Such fight scenes are so frequent here that they can't arouse people's desire to come forward and watch.

No one will save him.

Yun Wuluo could only resist desperately.

But he hadn't eaten for two days, and his resistance didn't play a role in this group of five big and three rough people.

He was soon beaten out more and less in.

Just when he thought he was going to go with the old servant, he heard someone shouting.

"Come back! I said that you should love the people like sons, what is the difference between you and the emperor who doesn't care about the people's livelihood?! ”

The person who beat Yun Wuluo left, and Yun Wuluo turned his head to look and saw a man in armor.

Later he learned that this man was the general of this new regime.

At that time, Yun Wuluo only glanced at the general who had saved his life, and then lay on the ground to rest.

He didn't come home until late that day, and as expected, he didn't catch any food at all.

Yun Wuluo fetched a bucket of water, filled his stomach, and then collapsed on the bed in a daze.

In the darkness, he felt that his brain was getting hotter and hotter, but his body was getting colder and colder.

Yun Wuluo knew that he should have a fever.

He felt that he was dying, but unfortunately he had not been able to take revenge.

Fortunately, God doesn't seem to be ready to let him go just like that.

He woke up again.

When he woke up this time, he found that his body was extremely itchy.

He lifted his arm and saw the ulceration on his own.

Yun Wuluo knew that he was infected with the plague.

He was still young, and he felt that he would surely die if he got the plague.

He wasn't afraid, he just thought, "I knew that I might as well stay here and starve to death, and I could die a cleaner death." ”

His mind was groggy again.

When he woke up again, his vision was blurry, he couldn't tell the difference between day and night, he just thought that he might really be dying.

His mind flashed to the stinking corpse on the street.

He didn't want to be like that when he died.

He remembered that behind their house was a mountain, and behind it was a small stream.

Yun Wuluo struggled to get up and died in the stream, which seemed to be cleaner.