Early in the morning, Lu Chenjia woke up from a nightmare and saw his face.

The dirty face that had become a little strange was so close to her, so close that she felt a little sad and a little palpitating, especially the eyes that were no longer clean and translucent but seemed to be covered with some greasy dust, and there was a ruthless indifference, which made her feel more and more uneasy.

"I'll leave right away. She bowed her head and said in a trembling voice.

"You don't have to go, I'll go. Prince Longqing knelt in front of her and muttered in a painful voice: "I beg you not to appear in front of me again, I am really gone, I have no future, I begging to live is not a practice to enter the world, and I don't have the luxury of hoping that Haotian will give me any adventures, I admit that I am greedy for life and afraid of death, I have neither the courage to face the old people or things, nor the courage to die, I am just a mouse in the gutter, I will miss the scenery when I was a tiger, but now I just want to eat carrion and live, life is better than anything else." ”

Lu Chenjia looked at the beggar kneeling in front of him, thinking of the perfect man with a compelling demeanor in the past, his heart was so sad that he couldn't bear to touch it, trembling his fingers gently stroked the top of his head, and pleaded with tears: "But you don't have to live in the gutter, you can obviously live better, at least you should live with me." ”

Prince Longqing lowered his head, as if he didn't want her fingers to touch his tangled greasy and dirty hair, and begged in a trembling voice: "But I don't want others to see that I'm still alive, as long as I'm with you, I will definitely be seen by others, and I'm hiding in the gutter, no one knows that it was me." ”

Lu Chenjia looked into the distance obsessively, his palm slowly falling and caressing his cheek, the cheek that was once familiar and unfamiliar, and was still reluctant to give up.

"Now in this world, only you know that the former Prince Longqing is still alive and forgets him, then he is dead, in a dream I once stabbed you with a sword, in fact, if I still have the ability to kill you now, I will not hesitate to stab you again, because I don't want to be that Prince Longqing again, I just want to simply live." ”

After saying this, Long Qing left the woods without looking back, at this time the sky was already bright, the morning light shone on the dilapidated deserted temple, he returned to the temple with his body bent over, and was stunned for a long time against the broken wall covered with residual snow, and then was awakened by the hunger in his belly, and returned to touch under the brick wall beside his seat for a long time.

After touching it for a long time, it was still empty, and the half steamed bun he hid there, as well as half an urn of cabbage and bong soup, were gone, and even the urn that he regarded as a treasure did not know where to go.

Long Qing looked back at the beggars in the ruined temple with different expressions, and shouted angrily: "Who the fuck dares to snatch my steamed buns! Give them all back to me! And my urn?

He pounced on the two young beggars with grease stains on the corners of his lips and a smug and disdainful expression, wanting to snatch back his own steamed buns and cabbage soup, but he was seriously injured and his body was inferior to ordinary people.

A violent cough sounded in the broken temple, and Longqing kept coughing up blood, in great pain. The beggars in the temple looked at him without any sympathy or pity in their eyes, but were full of schadenfreude and good play.

He wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, retracted back to his seat with difficulty, buried his head between his knees, and muttered bitterly: "I was in the palace back then, and the scenery in Taoshan was infinite, where would I care about half a steamed bun, what if I let it be given to you? You bastards with no conscience, it is impossible for you to enter the palace to eat snacks for the rest of your life!"

Outside the ruined temple, Lu Chenjia covered his mouth tightly, his pale cheeks were full of pain, and tears fell like dew on the petals, the long road from the wasteland to Chengjing, no matter how Long Qing tortured her mentally and verbally, no matter how hopeless she was in pain, she never cried, until this time.

Even though she cried in pain, she still couldn't let go, and after a while, she took the reins, lost her soul and left the ruined temple, and walked aimlessly into the distance, the snow horse behind her lowered her head, looking extremely sad.

Not long after she left, the fighting in the ruined temple broke out again, I don't know if it was because the beggars looked at this new beggar who was dirtier and smellier than themselves, but who always felt a little out of place, or because Longqing's muttering and muttering had angered some people, and in short, it was another beating.

A clear bloody mouth appeared on Long Qing's face, and the blood washed away the dust covering his face, revealing the essence of the skin below that was as pure as jade, but that perfect face was ruined after all.

Long Qing touched his face, looked at the blood in his palm in a daze, suddenly laughed madly, stretched out his right foot and tripped a beggar, then took out the broken bowl from his clothes and smashed it into the other party's face.

The porcelain piece penetrated deep into the beggar's cheek, and a piece penetrated deep into the eye socket, appearing abruptly on the eyeball, blood splattering everywhere, the picture was extremely terrifying, and the ruined temple was full of exclamations.

Long Qing then slit the beggar's throat with a broken bowl.

"Murder!"

"Murder!"

The beggars gathered around with their dicks and shouted loudly in horror, but no one dared to step forward to stop Long Qing's movements, because Long Qing's face was full of emotion, and the sluggishness was extremely terrifying.

The beggar kicked his leg twice and died, but Long Qing still didn't stop, and kept smashing his fist into his face, no matter how weak the fist was, dozens of times and hundreds of blows, it could still smash a person's face into cotton wool-like tatters, and blood seeped out of those cotton wool, washing away the flat eyeballs that fell out of the sockets.

The indifferent love on Long Qing's face gradually melted with the beating, until his eyebrows and eyes gradually distorted, turning into a strange look like crying and laughing, and there was no light or darkness in his dim eyes.

He rode on the dead beggar and cried out loudly: "That steamed bun is frozen hard like a bangzi, and you can't eat it until the cabbage soup is soft. Why do you have to follow me? You don't have any steamed buns to eat, who will give me steamed buns to eat in the future?"

His howl like a madman rang out in the ruined temple.

The timid beggars have long been scattered like frightened birds, and those bold beggars who are unwilling to leave this rare shelter hide in the corner in fear, looking at the terrible madman, someone cries in a trembling voice: "Don't worry, the cabbage soup was drunk by us, but the steamed bun has not been eaten yet, it is too hard." ”

Long Qing looked blankly at the beggar who was talking and asked, "Then where is my steamed bun?"

The man pointed to the body of the beggar beneath him and said, "In his arms." ”

Long Qing fumbled and took out the half of the ** steamed bun from the arms of the beggar under him, looked at it for a long time in a dementia, and suddenly dipped the steamed bun into the blood water, and asked, "Can you soak it soft with some blood?"

No one in the broken temple dared to answer his question, and when the group of beggars watched him chill the steamed buns dipped in blood into their mouths, they were even more silent, and then gave birth to some very strange thoughts, with such a madman, can they live better in this world full of human blood?

It's just that they don't know that the madman who dipped in human blood steamed buns in the broken temple is now a beggar, but he used to be a real prince, even if he becomes a prince among beggars in the future, what is the point?

In recent days, Tuyang City, located in the most remote part of the northeastern border of the Tang Empire, the atmosphere is particularly abnormal, when thousands of Xuanjia heavy riders returned from the wasteland, this atmosphere has become more and more intense, even the wolves in the Minshan Mountains in the distance outside the city seem to be a little afraid of the atmosphere here, and no longer dare to howl at night.

The reason why this is the case, naturally related to the thousand Xuanjia heavy cavalry, the soldiers and civilians in the city faintly knew the news, and the Chang'an Military Department sent a letter to sternly inquire why such an important troop transfer, neither the military department nor the palace heard the news, and asked the general to explain immediately, but the general's mansion was silent about this, and General Xiahou said that he was sick and recuperated, and the two vermilion doors had not been opened for a long time.

Suddenly, one day, the door of the general's mansion of the town army was opened, and the soldiers and civilians in the city knew that this meant that something big was about to happen, and they were very surprised who was worthy of such a solemn treatment by General Xiahou?

A tattered carriage slowly drove into Tuyang City under the gaze of countless eyes.

Compared with the simple carriage that may fall apart at any time, the big black horse that pulls the cart is abnormal, very tall, and the demeanor when shaking the head is very happy, the soldiers and civilians of the border Cypriot see many war horses, but they have never seen such a mount, they can't help but be surprised, I wonder who is in the car is so extravagant that this kind of horse is used to pull the cart?

The curtain of the car window was lifted in a corner, and Ning Que in the carriage looked at a beggar under the city gate wall, didn't know what to remember, and said after a moment of silence: "No matter how difficult it was for me and Sangsang back then, we didn't think about going over to ask for food. ”

The senior brother looked at him and asked slightly, "Why?"

Ning Que looked at the broken bowl in front of the beggar and said, "Because the things that come from begging are always easy to be snatched away, and the food that comes is not fragrant, compared to it, I would rather rob it." ”

Mo Shanshan didn't understand the logic of his words, and after thinking seriously for a while, he said, "Could it be that thieves and robbers are more worthy of understanding and sympathy than beggars?"

"That's the crux of the matter. ”

Ning Que put down the curtains, looked at Mo Shanshan and said seriously: "Understanding and sympathy is a very cheap feeling, this world is always dangerous, if you want to live, you must learn to reject these feelings, and you can't let yourself be immersed in this kind of love and can't extricate yourself." I have always thought that those who pretend to be lonely, imitate despair, cry and cry, hurt themselves and hurt their loved ones, and think that the whole world is sorry for them, are all waste of waste. ”

(To be continued)