In the last years of the Yuan Dynasty, fierce political struggles, heavy taxes, low status of the Han Chinese, and political turmoil forced a group of powerful ministers led by Dolma to attempt to usurp the throne. At that time, the Bajinmen, which was widely spread in the rivers and lakes, was in full swing, and Dolma reached an agreement with the master of the Thousand Gates, who claimed to be a wise man, to force Huizong to abdicate.

Although Qianmen is not in the government and the opposition, they are well aware of the power of the imperial court, and they think that although Dolma controls the overall situation of the DPRK and China, his intention to usurp the throne is nothing more than hitting a stone with an egg. In order to protect himself, Qianmen handed over Dolma's crimes to the emperor.

Huizong was furious, and in a fit of anger, he copied Dolma and his ministers to the nine clans, and the imperial court delayed the conditions agreed to by Qianmen again and again, and Lu Tianfeng, the master of Qianmen, knew that something was wrong, and he was afraid that the emperor would break his word and dismiss Qianmen's disciples to distribute all over the world. But it was too late, Huizong reversed his word and issued a holy decree "Massacre and Interception", and thousands of doors were slaughtered overnight, and the whereabouts of the owner Lu Tianfeng were unknown.

Huizong immediately announced to the world, 'Those who meet a thousand gates will be killed!', so far the massacre continued for more than a year, until Lu Tianfeng's head was placed in front of Huizong's eyes, and the entire court settled down.

Twenty years later, the dynasty was corrupt, famine and natural disasters continued in various places, peasant uprisings broke out one after another, the emperor was exhausted, and the treasury was difficult to maintain the military camp, so the imperial court had to use the method of appeasement to delay the decline of the country.

In the prison under the jurisdiction of the governor of Jiqing Road, most of the prisoners here are condemned prisoners, and the prison leads directly to eight floors, each floor is closely guarded by officers and soldiers. In the fifth level of the cell, several jailers replaced those on duty in the previous round. A warden on duty picked up the list of prisoners, and he was a dignified man, with a small yellow beard under his chin, and he glanced at the list indifferently, and his eyes fell on the middle cell, which contained only one prisoner, who was now unkempt against the wall, his hands and feet in heavy chains, and his flesh and blood were blurred in many places, stuck to his torn clothes. One can imagine what a terrible crime this prisoner committed to be tortured like this.

I saw that the prisoner tilted his head and salivated at the corners of his mouth, and he was already asleep. The chief jailer waved his hand, beckoned one of his men, and said, "Go, pour him a bowl of wine, make him some food, and let him eat and go on his way tomorrow." ”

The jailer received the order and immediately went to prepare food, and after a while he came to the cell door and kicked the prisoner from his sleep. I saw him shrinking in the corner of the wall in fright, holding a handful of unpleasant straw in his hand, and muttering tremblingly: "Don't hit me, don't beat me, I didn't kill anyone!"

The jailer was not surprised, so he handed the food in, and said, "After eating this severed meal, there will be no one to beat you and scold you, so eat quickly, and go on the road with peace of mind after eating." ”

After the prisoner heard this, the straw in his hand loosened slightly, and he brushed away the messy hair on his face, but he had a fair and delicate appearance, and the cheeks that had not yet experienced the years of decay looked a little dull, but it also revealed a sense of elegance, such a young man who looked milky and not dried was actually a murderer.

When the prisoner saw that he was eating, he swallowed the dry saliva in his throat, and thought to himself that only the severed head meal could be so abundant, and that he had been living in the prison for the past few days that life was worse than death, and perhaps this meal would be a relief.

He dragged his wounded body and crawled over, held the rice bowl, a rancid smell came to his nose, even a glass of wine in the bowl was mixed with rancid water, he lowered his head and bit his lip, threw the dishes aside in annoyance, and said angrily to the jailer in front of him: "This is something that pigs and dogs do not eat, why should it be fed to people!"

The prisoner's action shocked the jailer, but the jailer quickly pulled out the rope whip on his waist, pointed at him and scolded: "You are a murderer, and you dare to claim to be a human, this meal is for people like you who are not as good as pigs and dogs, pick it up and eat it quickly, otherwise see how Lao Tzu teaches you!"

This scene alarmed the chief of the jailer, who came to inquire what was the matter, and when he saw that the prisoner was stubborn again, he took the whip from his hand and beat him first, causing the young man to roll on the ground and wail. When he was a little tired, Fang stopped his hand, grabbed the prisoner's hair and scolded: "You kid will be uncomfortable if you don't beg for a day, ask you again, eat or not?"

The prisoner's breath was dying, and he made a faint voice: "I...... Eat...... Eat. ”

"Hmph, this is a prison, we don't deserve to be seen here, you have no dignity here, and you have to think of this when you commit heinous crimes. If you want to gain dignity and freedom, you can only eat the severed head and go to Huangquan Road to find it. Give him some food!" The chief jailer winked at the jailer beside him, who sneered and uncinched his pants and poured urine on the scattered food.

"Eat!" urged the warden. The young man lay on the ground and grabbed the food and stuffed it into his mouth one by one, tears of shame flowed down his cheeks, his heart ached, he wanted to die on the wall in front of him, but the hateful thing was that he didn't want to die so unjustly, but the enemy was still at large. If it weren't for his cowardice and cowardice, maybe none of this would have happened, listening to the ridicule and insults echoing by the jailer in his ears, his consciousness gradually weakened, and he fainted as soon as it was dark; in the pitch black darkness, a ray of sunlight pierced his eyes, he had mixed feelings in his heart, he didn't know where he was, only to see the blue sky and blue clouds, the familiar stream gradually appeared in front of his eyes, he shouted a person's name: "Xiu'er!"

"Brother Clerical!" In the green field of the ridge, on the trunk of the gurgling stream, from not far away came a sweet-looking, lively and lovely girl, her appearance was childish, and the two dimples on her face were like a ripple on the surface of the stream, which made people feel refreshed and happy, and could not help but be happy in her laughter.

On the field on the bank of the stream, a young man stared intently at a paper painting on the table in front of him, he was concentrating on painting with a brush in his hand, and when he was suddenly disturbed by the cry of the maiden, he looked up with a smile on his face.

"Xiu'er, how do you know I'm here?" The two walked up to each other and glanced at each other, and their eyes revealed a hint of affection. These two are named Xu Wenwen and Qian Xiuer, and they grew up together in the ten-mile countryside. Xu Wenwen is good at painting and lyrics, and his lifelong ambition is to become a famous painter.

Qian Xiu'er hurriedly avoided the heart-pounding eyes, her cheeks flushed, she tilted her head and said shyly: "You are either painting in this field, or facing the moon in front of the house, we have grown up, Xiu'er knows your habits too well, but the clerical brother doesn't know." ”

"How dare I not know that you are the only one in this world who can find me. Xu Wenwen slashed the tip of her nose with her hand, Qian Xiu'er dodged with a smile, the two chased and dodged, and played, Xu Wenwen suddenly tripped over a stone under his feet, and his center of gravity was unstable and pounced on Qian Xiu'er's body, but Qian Xiu'er didn't dodge at this time, just blindly bowed her head and didn't squeak. The two of them were silent, as if everything in the world seemed to be stagnant at this moment, Xu Wenwen secretly mustered up his courage, and grabbed Qian Xiu'er's slender waist with one hand, and a fragrant smell came to his nose, stimulated by Qian Xiu'er's body fragrance, Xu Wenwen gradually leaned his head, and his lips slowly approached each other.

Qian Xiu'er trembled physically and mentally, and suddenly remembered something, she pushed away Xu Wenwen, raised the basket in her hand, and said to him coquettishly: "Brother Shuren, I brought some snacks to you, you eat quickly, I will go back after eating, if I delay for an hour, my mother will scold me again." ”

Xu Wenwen was overwhelmed by this sudden interruption, his fair face couldn't help but show a wisp of redness, and he retreated a few steps back, so he took the basket in Qian Xiu'er's hand with an embarrassed smile, opened the lid of the basket and saw that there was a stack of green pastries inside, and the fragrance of mung beans was mixed with a hint of osmanthus fragrance, Xu Wenwen asked happily: "Mung bean cake?"

Qian Xiu'er nodded and said, "This is a friend of my father's specially brought from Jiangnan, and my father doesn't like sweet and greasy food on weekdays, so I secretly brought it out and gave it to my brother to eat." ”

"Xiu'er is so good to me. Xu Wenwen couldn't wait to take out a piece of mung bean cake and stuff it into his mouth, not a poor child like him could eat such a good thing every time. Xu Wenwen was originally an orphan, he had a pair of honest adoptive fathers and mothers, the two elders were simple farmers, farming for a living, the family was not wealthy, when Xu Wenwen was a little sensible, he was determined to become a poet and painter like Wang Wei. His adoptive father and adoptive mother thought that such an act was wishful thinking, and persuaded him to work hard in the farm, and not to be like a lonely ghost who spends his days outside. Xu Wenwen is stubborn by nature, willpower is different from ordinary people, although he made poems and paintings no one appreciates, but the paper paintings at home have become a hill so high, one day Xu Wenwen's adoptive father burned all his paper paintings as firewood, Xu Wenwen left home in a fit of anger, and built a wooden and grass shed not far from the suburbs, his adoptive father and adoptive mother still gave him living subsidies, washed clothes and meals, and sent them to his wooden and grass shed, plus the help of rich Xiu'er, Xu Wenwen left home for more than a year, and lived freely.

After Qian Xiu'er heard these words, her watery eyes were mixed with a kind of expectation, and she asked reservedly: "If you live in this life, is Brother Clerical only good to Xiu'er alone?"

Xu Wenwen's mouth was stuffed with mung bean cake, and he said with slurred lips: "I only like Xiu'er in my life, of course, I am only good to you alone." He swallowed the pastry in his mouth, cleared his throat, and continued: "It's a pity that I have nothing at the moment, only a straw hut, a lot of blood, and the poems and paintings I have made. ”

Qian Xiu'er couldn't help but be shy, held Xu Wenwen's hands and said: "Brother Wenwen's words have made Xiu'er happy, Xiu'er doesn't want the brocade clothes and jade food in this world, she just wants Brother Wen's sincerity." Anyway, what kind of painting did Brother Wen make today, let Xiu'er take a look. With that, Qian Xiu'er pulled Xu Wenwen to the table and pulled out the drawing paper on it, which surprised her heart. The picture on the paper is exactly what it looks like.

Xu Wenwen was smug and said with a smile: "I have been thinking about this painting for a long time, and I have always wanted to paint a picture of your most beautiful appearance, thinking of your smile every time, and the two dimples raised at the corners of your mouth, this may be your most beautiful appearance." ”

Xu Wenwen's words were like the spring of this clear stream, sweet into Qian Xiu'er's heart, looking at this lifelike portrait, the delicate expression was the same as the look, Qian Xiu'er hugged happily in her arms, and asked at the same time: "Then this painting is for me?"

"I was supposed to give it to you after the painting, but I didn't expect you to take the lead again. ”

When the words fell, the two looked at each other and smiled, immersed in ambiguous feelings for each other.

As the sun set, seeing that the hour was not early, Qian Xiu'er reluctantly said to Xu Wenwen: "Brother Cler, Xiu'er should go back." ”

Xu Wenwen simply cleaned up, handed the basket to her, and asked, "Can I see you tomorrow?"

Xiu'er nodded, and carefully placed the portrait given to her by Xu Wenwen in the basket. The two said goodbye reluctantly on the bank of the stream, and a touch of sunset red was reflected on their backs as they left, and everything seemed so peaceful and peaceful.

Qian Xiuer rushed from the suburbs to the city gate of Jiqing Road, and after entering the city, she went straight to her home. At this moment, Qian Xiu'er was still secretly happy in her heart about the portrait given to herself by Xu Wenwen, and suddenly heard a rapid sound of horses' hooves behind her, stepping on a horse galloping, and a young man in brocade clothes was recklessly rampage from the city gate. Qian Xiu'er looked back, saw the wild horse galloping, hurriedly dodged, but unexpectedly, the whole person fell to the ground, and even the basket in his hand fell to the ground.

The young man on the horse was frightened by the others, he grabbed the reins of the horse with one hand, and clasped the horse's head with the other, and the brown fierce horse immediately stopped, shook its front body into the air, and groaned into the air. Then he caught up with a middle-aged man, and he came slowly on his horse, his face full of worry: "Childe, are you okay?"

The young man ignored it, but dismounted and came to Qian Xiu'er's side, leaned out with one hand, and asked, "Girl, are you not hurt?" ”

Qian Xiu'er dodged in time, but her ankle was a little painful, and nothing else mattered. Seeing the other party stretching out his hand, he obviously wanted to help himself up out of kindness. She refused with a silent attitude, and looked at it slightly, the young man in front of her was handsome, with sword eyebrows and peach eyes, with clear contours on both sides, with green silk hair and sideburns like willows, looking quite free and easy.

The person who came also saw Qian Xiu'er's face clearly, and couldn't help but look straight in his eyes, and he was stunned, and the young man shouted in his heart: "I didn't expect that there is such a pure and beautiful woman in the world." ”

The two looked at each other for a moment, Qian Xiu'er seemed to notice the young man's strange eyes, she hurriedly picked up the basket on the ground, and trotted all the way forward without looking back, and gradually disappeared from the sight of the young man; 。