In the end, he still took Xiaoqian to Kyoto City and rested in a ruined temple on the outskirts of the city.

Xiao Qian, who was already weak, saw this dilapidated temple, and suddenly took a breath and looked at Xiao Bao, who was busy making a fire for him, and said, "Xiao Bao." ”

"Brother?"

Xiaoqian was suddenly stunned, but she knew that she didn't seem to be able to live, what should Xiaobao do in the future?

So he gritted his teeth: "I'm not your brother, you were picked up by me, right here, in this broken temple." ”

Xiaobao was stunned for a while, in fact, the seven-year-old didn't understand what it meant, but he always felt that his brother didn't want him to say this.

So he suddenly threw down the firewood and threw himself into Xiao Qian's arms and cried.

Xiao Qian patted him on the back and said with a wry smile: "Maybe... Maybe you weren't thrown away, do you want to go find your family? ”

"My brother is my family!"

Xiaobao stubbornly hugged him.

Xiao Qian's heart warmed, she smiled a little more happily, and her face looked much better.

Later, they settled in this dilapidated temple, although this tattered, leaking wind on sunny days, and leaking rain on cloudy days, as long as the two of them starved together, it was home.

Kyoto City is indeed more prosperous than other places, there are more rich people, they don't want more things, and the more food Xiaobao can get.

At least not hungry for days.

On this day, Xiaobao heard that someone set up a stall at the gate of Guoxiang Temple to give porridge, and everyone could drink white porridge and eat steamed buns, so he went to line up with the crowd.

I heard from the people around me that it was the wife of the Dingguo Mansion who prayed for her daughter who had just come into the world to accumulate virtue and do good deeds, and she would come every year in the future.

He thought that he and his brother would not have to go hungry for a day every year.

The soup kitchen saw that he was thin and pitiful, and he served him more, and he cautiously continued for fear of spilling, but when he turned around, he bumped into a man, and the sticky white porridge was all sprinkled on the man's clothes.

"I'm sorry! My porridge..."

It's over, there's no porridge left.

The man grabbed him by the placket of his shirt and lifted him up, and said viciously, "You stinky beggar! Blind, isn't it? Uncle Ben, you dare to bump into it! ”

"Yes... I'm sorry. ”

The man slapped him with a wave of his hand, then threw him on the ground, trying to continue the fight.

He was wearing tattered clothes that didn't fit, and he was just scattered by the man, and when he came out of the clear space of the Guoxiang Temple, he saw someone beating a beggar, and immediately stepped forward and ordered someone to pull the two apart.

This opened to reveal Xiaobao's body, he was beaten all over with injuries, his cheeks were high and swollen, tears and snot flowed together, watching everyone shrink into a ball in fear.

With clear eyes, he suddenly saw the birthmark on his heart, and tore open his clothes in three steps.

"You!"

Jingkong was shocked, scolded the man, and then picked him up and carried him into the temple, and he never starved again.

-

Shen Xian was heart-wrenched when she heard this, and tears had flowed unconsciously.

In the past, when I heard Shi Ling's past, that is, the people in the mouths of others, I didn't pay attention to it, but now Shi Ling said it himself, but it was as indifferent as telling the stories of others.

Shen Xian asked Shi Ling in a crying voice: "Does it hurt?" ”

Shi Ling was stunned.

To be honest, he had long forgotten how painful the beating was, but when he saw Shen Xian's distressed eyes, he still nodded.

"It hurts, there's no place in the whole body that doesn't hurt."

Shen Xian's brows furrowed even tighter, looking at Shi Ling's gaze with more and more pity.

"That's... What about Xiaoqian? Do you want me to draw Xiao Qian, are you looking for him? ”

Shi Ling lowered his eyes, covered his emotions, and said slowly: "When I go back, it will be three months later. ”

There was no need for him to say anything, Shen Xian immediately understood.

Covering his mouth to prevent himself from crying too loudly, he still missed some choked sounds.

Xiao Qian has already been disabled, hanging for a breath, how can he survive without eating or drinking for three months?

Shi Ling gritted his teeth and looked at the person in the painting: "Three months later, I went to look for him in the broken temple, and only found a moldy steamed bun, and then I didn't know until I looked for a long time..."

His lips trembled, and a drop of water smeared on the paper.

"The day after I disappeared, he went out to look for me, he went around asking people, and finally he collapsed on the side of the road tired and hungry, and when I found him, his carcass was eaten by wild dogs."

"Say no more!"

Shen Xian's stomach turned over and over.

She didn't dare to look at Shi Ling's eyes anymore when she stood up, when was he so young and begging all the way for a living, if it weren't for Xiao Qian, he estimated that his life would be gone, for him Xiao Qian was not only his brother, but also his only light for so many years.

Most people in this world treat him badly, only Xiao Qian is willing to pour out his heart and lungs to him, and now that Xiao Qian is gone, then he doesn't care about everyone in the world.

Shi Ling saw her crying so sadly, and some regretted telling her this.

I was deeply affected by wiping her tears.

Shen Xian's face hurt from his rough palm, but she didn't dodge, but rubbed it in his palm, as if she wanted to comfort him.

"Didn't you ask me why I was displeased when I went to the Kokushoji Temple?"

Shen Xian looked at him confused.

Shi Ling: "Because if it weren't for the clear space, Xiao Qiange wouldn't have died, he locked me up and didn't let me go out." ”

"Why? Didn't he hand you over to His Majesty and tell the world who you were? ”

Shi Ling had some anger on his face, clenched his fists and exhaled.

"That's why I can't show my face in front of the world, because the new emperor ascended the throne, the foundation is unstable, and there are too many people in the court who are dissatisfied with the emperor's brother, if I go back, they would prefer a righteous young son as a puppet."

Shen Xian reacted.

The clear space is to keep the dragon chair of the saint, the first emperor has always wanted to make Shi Ling the crown prince, and now the saint is helpless to compromise, as long as Shi Ling goes back at that time, the ministers will definitely overthrow the saint and support him.

But he was just a kid at that time, and he would probably become a puppet of the ministers.

"What about the first queen? She values you so much, why didn't she send someone to pick you up first? ”

Shi Ling didn't have the slightest wave in her heart when she mentioned her mother, but mocked: "She doesn't value me, she has always attached importance to the position of the middle palace, at that time, the imperial brother had already ascended the throne, and my identity was a threat to them, she was afraid that I would not be used by others long ago." ”

Shi Ling leaned his head against the bed completely, looking into the distance with a bitter expression: "No one has ever cared about a seven-year-old child and a beggar who died tragically on the side of the road, they only have imperial power and wealth in their hearts. ”

Shen Xian's heart had already been filled with guilt, she only felt that Shi Ling was now in a high position and had the love of the saint, but she didn't know that it was because of the saint's guilt towards him.

Except for Xiao Qian, no one in his life has ever treated him sincerely, even Shen Xian came with a purpose.

She regretted it, secretly scolded herself for being a villain, biting her lower lip and looking pale.

"Lord Wang... Why tell me? ”