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Chen Yanqiu looked at his back in a daze, and the joy that had just been born gradually became cold, because she confirmed that this was not Chen Lujie's decision to regain his vitality, but that he was really desperate, including despair of the night, yes he was still alive, but is this kind of living person Chen Lujie?

She led the snow horse to follow behind Chen Lujie, secretly looked at his face, lowered her head and whispered: "Actually, it's good to go back to Chengjing, when you were in Taoshan, you often said that you missed the garden of the palace very much, I'll accompany you?"

Prince Chen Lujie glanced at her indifferently, no longer the kind of condescending and proud indifference from the bone marrow, but the indifference of passers-by who gave up on themselves, and said mockingly: "How can you be so stupid? What are you doing back to Chengjing? Were you assassinated by those ministers loyal to Lu Shi? Or was you killed by your father for the sake of the overall situation?"

Chen Yanqiu was stunned, and immediately came to his senses, understanding that if Chen Lujie returned to Chengjing, the capital of Yan Kingdom, he might not be able to see the early morning of the second day at all, because now he is not a Xiling Divine Son with the support of the temple, but just an ordinary person, who is involved in the dangerous matter of seizing the heir, how can he be lucky?

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"Stupid, do you really think that's where the light and holiness are?"

Prince Chen Lujie looked at her and said mockingly: "What you appreciate and what you value, it all depends on your strength, Ye Tong won't lie, she doesn't need to lie, I have been stabbed into a waste by Xu Chen's sword, what's the use? Do you think that if I look good, I can really absorb believers? Those old guys have nothing to fear except God, where can there be such cheap sympathy as you?"

These words were very mean and resentful, but they couldn't be refuted at all, Chen Yanqiu silently lowered his head and muttered: "It's really not okay to go to Beiyan, okay? You know that I have prepared a garden in Jingshan and have been waiting for you to see." ”

Talking about the word Beiyan, she knew that she was wrong.

Sure enough, Prince Chen Lujie's face became more and more indifferent, his eyes even showed disgust, staring at her face and saying resentfully: "I don't go north anymore because you, a tiresome woman, always follow me, how can the Immortal Monarch see my sincerity? I don't want to die, so I have to go south, it's as simple as that, but I don't want to die It has nothing to do with you, so if you are willing to give me food, it's best to shut up." ”

Chen Yanqiu slowly clenched his fists, pursed his lips, looked at the shadow of the slanting sun in the wasteland, looked at his own shadow and the shadow of the man opposite, and found that no matter what, he couldn't overlap one place.

All the way to the south and continue south.

The wind and snow have disappeared, and there are traces of beasts in the wild, and the longer you walk south, the closer you are to the bustling real world, but the shadow of two people and one horse on the surface of the wasteland, slowly moving south, has always maintained a sad distance.

Located at the northern end of the mainland, and the grassland left tent royal court, there is such a terrifying existence of the Tang Empire beside him, so the national strength is difficult to talk about strong, and the people can not talk about any wealth.

A thin beggar may arouse the sympathy of the people, a hundred thin beggars can only arouse the disgust and fear of the people, the owners of the hotel canteens in the streets and alleys of Chengjing are beggars in all their sights, and it is naturally impossible to have the fun of soup soup like their counterparts in Chang'an City, and whether the beggars can eat enough can only depend on their own ability.

A thin ghost-like beggar, holding a broken bowl, walking aimlessly in the streets and alleys of Chengjing, he did not attract anyone's attention, the street scene that should be very familiar in the streets and alleys, did not attract his attention, his attention was all attracted by the fragrance coming from the hotel canteen, but it was a pity that he was not like those old beggars who had a unique knack for begging, and the coat on his body that still smelled sour in the cold wind and the dirty hair that was more tangled than the city gate rope made it impossible for him to enter those places at all.

Three restaurants in a row drove him out directly, especially the last one, Xiao Er, who unceremoniously hit him on the thigh with a stick, and then kicked him to the middle of the street.

The thin beggar's face was covered with dirt, and he couldn't tell his age at all, crossed his waist, holding a bowl that had been broken a little more, and scolded the restaurant in the middle of the street, all kinds of foul language was more fishy than the dirt on his body, until Xiao Er rushed out of the door with a stick, he fled away in embarrassment, where could he see his original identity and demeanor.

On the other side of the street, Chen Yanqiu Chen Yanqiu led the snow horse, looking at this picture in despair, holding the reins tightly with her right hand, and there was a slight dampness in her eyes, but she still didn't shed tears, because she still had hope.

On the way back from the wasteland, she had already freshened up and changed into clean clothes, but because of her unhealthy face and thin figure, she looked particularly haggard and more pitiful.

In the past few days, she watched Chen Lujie return to the Western Jin Dynasty incognito, watched him wander in the streets and alleys, the lowest level of the world, watched him being greeted by the second junior of the restaurant with a stick, watched him struggle to survive, and couldn't help but want to step forward several times, but he didn't dare, because on the way back from the wasteland, Chen Lujie stopped asking her for food after seeing the crowd, whenever she wanted to help, he would roar like crazy, and even pick up everything he could touch and throw at her, whether it was stone or mud, except for the broken bowl used to beg。

Chen Yanqiu is very sad, her sadness lies in Chen Lujie's current situation, in Chen Lujie's drive away, and even more in her discovery that Chen Lujie can only hit himself with stones and mud like a naughty boy or a real beggar.

Prince Chen Lujie, who became a beggar, finally grabbed half of the steamed buns that were frozen to the hard erection from a woman's basket in the evening, and he proudly stuffed the steamed buns into his arms, missing the half urn of cabbage soup hidden in the residence, humming the glamorous songs he had heard in his classmates in the Xiling Heavenly Courtyard in his early years, and went out of the city with broken shoes.

There is a Taoist temple outside the city, and the prince Chen Lujie passed the Taoist temple without entering, and he didn't even look at the Taoist temple, you must know that in the past, if the Taoist temple knew that the prince Chen Lujie was outside, he would inevitably empty the whole temple, sprinkle water and pave the road, and welcome him in like an ancestor, but a few days ago, when the little Taoist servant learned that he wanted to spend the night in the Taoist temple, his eyes were so disdainful.

So Chen Lujie did not live in a Taoist temple, he lived in an abandoned Buddhist temple outside the city.

Now Chen Lujie is very dirty, unkempt, and his hair knots can't be untied at all, but fortunately it's winter, the wound between his chest and abdomen is not rotten, and there are no mosquitoes to follow, otherwise the beggars in the abandoned temple will not allow him to settle here.

Back at the ruined temple, Chen Lujie found that he was not too hungry, at least not as hungry as when he asked the woman for food in the wasteland, so he decided to save the half of the steamed bun for tomorrow to eat, and covered his slightly bulging abdomen with satisfaction, imagining the taste of the steamed bun after being soaked in cabbage soup early tomorrow morning, and fell asleep sweetly.

Chen Yanqiu led the snow horse, silently looking at the fire in the ruined temple in the night, she knew that there were many beggars inside, and she also knew that at this time, those beggars were probably bragging to each other about the harvest of today's begging, after a moment of silence, she turned to leave, but did not go far, and rested for the night in a forest not far from the ruined temple.

She thought that Chen Lujie didn't realize that she was still following him, because after all, she was a powerhouse in the Five Upper Realms, and now Chen Lujie was just an ordinary person, but she forgot one thing, she didn't use spiritual power to perceive it, and she could often clearly feel where Chen Lujie was, which had become a habit or intuition.

However, happiness or unfortunate, Chen Lujie also has this intuition.

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 no emotion of 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 Chen Lujie knelt in front of her and muttered in a low voice in pain: "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 of entering the world, and I do not expect God to 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." ”

Chen Yanqiu 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 a cry: "But you don't have to live in the gutter, you can obviously live better, at least you should live with me." ”

Prince Chen Lujie 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 to survive, no one knows that it was me." ”

Chen Yanqiu looked into the distance obsessively, his palm slowly fell, caressing his cheek carefully, the cheek that was once familiar and strange, and he was still reluctant to be infatuated.

"Now in this world, only you know that the former Prince Chen Lujie is still alive, forget 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 Chen Lujie again, I just want to simply live." ”

After saying this, Chen Lujie left the woods without looking back, at this time the sky was already dawning, the morning light shone on the dilapidated deserted temple, he bent back to the temple, and was stunned for a long time at the broken wall covered with residual snow, and then was awakened by the hunger in his abdomen, and returned to touch under the brick wall next to 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.

Chen Lujie 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 their lips and a smug and disdainful expression, trying to snatch back his own steamed buns and cabbage soup, but he was seriously injured and his body was inferior to him compared to ordinary people.

A violent cough sounded in the broken temple, and Chen Lujie 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 stains 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 the academy 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!"