Perhaps it stemmed from the fear that time would stand still forever. When the master was getting old, Youshu also had a strong desire to die with him. The energy that the other party had input into his body was for protection, to prevent him from doing irreversible stupid things, this force automatically and spontaneously began to seal his mental power, causing him to fall into a deep sleep uncontrollably.
As soon as he regained consciousness, before he could catch his breath, he was greeted with a slap in the face, but the one who did it was the master he had never forgotten. How could he accept this? He blinked and whispered in disbelief, "Master?"
Unless he was deceived by small spells such as blindfolding, he would definitely not mistake his master with the naked eye. Although the man in front of him had a thick beard and a hideous scar on his face, he couldn't hide his handsome, stern and resolute brows. Obviously, he has changed to a brand new body, and what is his relationship with him? Looking at his disgusted expression, his rough behavior, it seems that he is not a friend, but an enemy
Youshu was flustered in her heart, but she also knew that it was best not to act rashly until she figured out the situation. He looked up at the sky and blinked quickly, trying to wink back the tears. However, this expression was misunderstood by Meng Changye as being arrogant, he slapped his hand again, and said coldly, "Still stunned, get on the horse quickly! Otherwise, I will tie a rope around your waist and drag you away."
"General, what nonsense are you talking to him? Directly tie people up with a horse!" A tempered lieutenant shouted.
Youshu's cheeks were swollen on both sides, and she couldn't hold it anymore. She looked at the master with tears in her eyes and choked up, "What did I do wrong, can you tell me well? I'll listen if you say it. , will never do it again.”
How did he change his personality in an instant? This is so clever to say! Meng Changye was stunned, and when he looked at his eyes again, he couldn't help but be stunned. To be honest, Chundi's appearance was originally his favorite. When he smiled slightly, he revealed two small dimples, which could change people's hearts. But the bad thing is his eyes. The whites of the eyes are bloodshot, and the pupils are turbid. They are filled with the most filthy emotions in the world, such as cruelty, selfishness, lust for power, and calculation. They are embedded in this beautiful face and spit out like bright flowers. The rotten and smelly stamens are disgusting.
But now, these eyes seem to have been washed in clear spring water. The whites of the eyes are whiter, the pupils are blacker, and the tears are shining brightly. They are very beautiful and very clean. Looking at him now, and thinking about the clueless Chundi from before, Meng Changye had the illusion that it was completely two people.
But he quickly got rid of the magic power of these eyes, raised his hand and wanted to slap him, but in the end somehow couldn't bear it, he slapped him on the forehead and cursed, "What did you do wrong? Don't you know it yet? Damn it, if you hadn't mutilated the people and killed Zhongliang indiscriminately, I wouldn't have rebelled! Don't hurry up and get on the horse! If the schedule is delayed, I will break your dog's leg with my own hands!"
Yu Shu's eyes flickered slightly, but when he was about to think about these words, he saw a white-faced and beardless man come forward to apologize, "General, calm down, the emperor fell off his horse when he was seven years old, and has never touched it since then. Crossing a horse. He really can't ride, so would the servant take him with him?"
"If you don't tell me sooner, it's a waste of my time!" Meng Changye glared at the man, then got on his horse and threw his whip away.
You Shu saw that the man was a eunuch, and he didn't seem to have any ill will towards him, so he got on the saddle with his help. In fact, he can ride a horse, but until the situation is clear, it is best to brake quietly. After waiting for him to sit firmly, the man also climbed onto the horse's back, looped him around, and gently pulled the reins. The horse ran with its hooves up, first slowly, then faster and faster. Two thousand elites surrounded the two of them, making sure that they wouldn't be able to fly even if they put on their wings.
The cold wind blew on his face like a knife, which made Youshu quite overwhelmed. He tilted his head and whispered tentatively, "What should we do in the future?" This question was enough to get the information he wanted, and he was sure that the relationship between a man and himself should be a master and a servant.
The man said in his ears, "Your Majesty, although you exchanged your life for a treasure map, General Huwei is a ruthless character. God knows if he will cross the river and demolish the bridge and kill people. According to the servants, let's find a chance to escape halfway. The prefect of Bianzhou is the confidant of the late emperor, and he also watched you grow up, so he should take you in. No matter how you say your surname is Ji, you are of the blood of a real dragon. Those vassal chiefs want to be emperors, but others don't recognize you! You After going to Bianzhou, Bianzhou is another Jin state, and we will discuss the matter of resuming the state at that time."
Youshu neither nodded nor shook his head, looking at the back of his master's fast-moving back, his thoughts were flooding inside. He understands that his surname is Ji now, and his name is Youshu. It is not known for the time being, but he is the king of Jin's subjugation; and his master is General Huwei, who led his troops to overthrow Jin's rule and captured himself. In order to save his life, he traded the treasure of the royal family, which was a momentary security. From the expressions and conversations of the master and the soldiers, he guessed that he should be a tyrant, and the responsibility for the subjugation of the country was due to his own incompetence.
But how is it possible? I had been sleeping all the time, and it was less than two quarters of an hour after I woke up. How could I become the emperor of Jin, and then make people angry and angry? You Shu was at a loss for words, her temples throbbing non-stop, and she felt like it was about to explode.
He thought that his soul was attached to someone else, he rolled up his sleeves and saw a cinnabar mole on the inside of his wrist, but he denied the idea. This is indeed his body, if it is fake, but he has done many things that he does not know at all, as if someone stole his memory and time, leaving a mess for him to clean up. This feels terrible!
Soon, You Shu discovered something even worse. He was also pampered at first, but he was not a useless person who couldn't lift his hands and shoulders. On the contrary, by the standard of ordinary people, he could be said to be both civil and military, and his martial arts were strong. But now, after riding for a while, the insides of his legs were aching like fire, apparently frayed.
This body is originally made of energy, stronger than ordinary people, and its resilience is also amazing, but now it has become a crispy egg, which will shatter at the slightest touch. What the hell is going on here? Some Shu grimaced in pain, and didn't have time to think about anything else.
If he knew that this body had been soaked in milk, drank nectar, slept with cloud brocade, wore silk, and even wiped his butt with a piece of tissue paper from Lingluo, he would have understood why he was so incompetent. No matter how sharp a sword is, it will rust if it is not used for a long time.
Taiju felt his discomfort and whispered comfort, "Your Majesty, please bear with me, the servant will find an opportunity to take you out."
escape? How could You Shu escape from the master? The reason why this body ascended to the throne was entirely due to the Emperor Ziwei's qi that the master gave him. On the other hand, he was reduced to a rebellious general, which could be regarded as a cycle of karma. In order to pay for this cause and effect, You Shu is willing to give everything of her own. The master wants the throne? He pushed him up with his own hands; Master wants treasure? He helped him find it. In short, he has been with the master for the rest of his life.
But the emperor of the subjugated country and the rebel general are mortal enemies, so how can they coexist peacefully? According to the master's behavior, once he has no use value, it is time to kill the donkey? Thinking of this, You Shu couldn't help shrinking her neck. But he quickly discarded these distracting thoughts, ready to brush up on his master's favorability first.
While thinking about it, the army arrived at a small mountain village. Because of the war, people in the village have already dragged their families to flee for their lives, leaving many empty houses behind. The two thousand elites squeezed a little and it was just enough. With the help of the eunuch, Shu turned over and dismounted, and a pair of small legs were shaking like chaff.
Meng Changye came to the crowd, took him by the back, and said solemnly, "You live with this seat." At the end, he named a few strong men, "You are optimistic about this eunuch. If he dares to run, don't use it to answer. cut straight away."
Everyone agreed in unison, and then went back to rest.
Meng Changye chose the village chief's house. The house was very spacious. Liu Wen and several lieutenants also lived in together, chopping wood, boiling water, and cooking. They didn't bring much food. They broke it up and threw it into boiling water to make porridge. The taste was terrible, but they were full.
Youshu couldn't walk, like a little chicken, he was pinched under Meng Changye's arm, entered the main room, and then threw it heavily on the dusty kang. There was pain in her legs, hands, buttocks, everywhere, and she couldn't help moaning. Her black and white eyes seemed to be soaked with water, and they swirled around, as if she would shed tears at any time.
Meng Changye was stunned by his pitiful appearance, his heart clenched into a ball for a while, and then he felt cold again and again, and repeatedly told himself that this man was a murderous tyrant, and only then did he suppress the urge to go forward and pat and comfort him. .
"What are you screaming, I haven't touched you very much, yet I start to howl like a slaughtering pig. Believe it or not, I slapped your teeth out!" These words were really against his will, and they made him feel a lot of guilt for no reason. Chundi's moaning was like killing a pig, it was obviously very lingering, more vigorous than the bed-crying sound he occasionally heard when he passed by a military prostitute's camp. If it weren't for the heavy armor that obscured the body's most faithful response, he would definitely be embarrassed.
The more he thought about it, the more puzzled he became. It was clear that when he saw Emperor Chun for the first time, he was still very disgusted, why is he always itchy now? Damn, could it be that he was bewitched by Emperor Chun? Thinking of this, Meng Changye wiped his face fiercely, then waved his fist at the person on the kang, and then went out.
You Shu didn't dare to groan any more, so she slowly leaned on the kang, took off her shoes and socks, unbuttoned her trousers, checked her torn thighs, and at the same time did not forget to analyze her master's current situation. The master has a beard, a scar on his face, and his speech is quite rude. It can be seen that his background is not noble, and he has not received a good education. He should have started his career by military merit. Such a person will inevitably have a forthright and upright side. If you want to please him, you need to be sincere, and you must not play tricks and tricks.
Also, what have you done in the past ten years? How could Jin be destroyed? Thinking of this, Yushu's thoughts that gradually cleared up became confused again, and he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.
"What are you doing?" Meng Changye, who had just left, turned back at some unknown time, and asked with a pair of thick black sword brows, and then his ears and neck quickly became flushed. This damn dog emperor actually took off his shoes, socks and trousers, and buried his head in stroking his crotch. His straight and slender legs rested on the edge of the kang, slightly curved to form two graceful arcs. The snow-white skin was covered with bruises, either blue, purple, or red, which looked both shocking and revealing. A savage beauty.
Coupled with his clenched lips, tear-soaked eyes, and expression of pain and grievance, it can drive the saint mad. At this moment, Meng Changye wished he couldn't take a big step up, overturned him and pressed him under him, calling him to cry at all costs.
However, this thought was fleeting, and the strong self-control far beyond ordinary people made him quickly calm down and stand firmly in place.
Youshu trembled with fright, raised her head and said in a muffled voice, "My legs are torn, I have to deal with it."
It turned out to be a broken leg. Meng Changye put aside all the thoughts in his mind, stepped forward and held one of his ankles, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let me take a look." When the words fell, he seemed to remember something, and quickly lowered his head to check his clothes. Fortunately, the armor has not been taken off, enough to cover the place where it should not be standing.
He endured and endured so that he didn't let his palm climb up slowly along Chundi's delicate and tender ankle, but added a little more force, lifted it up on his leg, and lowered his head to look at the injury. place. Damn, this place is really easy to provoke reverie, through the thin fabric of the trousers, he seems to be able to see the color and shape there...
Closing his eyes, he took a few deep breaths without a trace, and then he said, "The skin is frayed, you have to apply medicine quickly and wrap it up, or the horse will hurt more badly tomorrow."
"Do you still want to ride a horse?" Youshu looked timid.
Meng Changye glanced at him, but did not answer, but his heart was slightly tense. If this injury was placed on those thick-skinned lieutenants, it would be nothing at all, but this person's skin was white, tender and smooth, and it was extremely serious, which made him a little unbearable. Without thinking, he took out the best wound medicine in his arms, bit off the cork and sprinkled it evenly on the wound.
The medicinal powder melted with the blood, exuding powerful medicinal power, which made Youshu gasp, and finally groaned.
Meng Changye's ears twitched, and he said sternly, "What the hell! Are you a man? You can't even take this pain? Shut up, or I'll kick you!"
You Shu quickly covered her red and swollen cheeks, her eyes full of fear.
All the turbidity was dissipated from these eyes, only the clarity remained, making Meng Changye dare not look at him. He now looks like a puppy who clearly did not make a mistake, but was beaten and scolded and abandoned by his owner for no reason. He was a little disheartened, and he was cautiously flattering and aggrieved. Anyone who saw it would be soft-hearted.
Meng Changye boasted that his heart was as strong as iron, but he couldn't stand it. With a shake of his hand, he poured half a bottle of medicinal powder on the wound, then tore off the hem of his clothes and wrapped it tightly for him, and finally took out a green The ointment, smeared on his face with rough hands and feet, and then fled. After escaping all the way, the scene of the young snow-white legs in his arms still lingered in his mind repeatedly. The armor made of steel is the insurance, hard and thick, blocking everything.
After taking the medicine, Yu Shu felt much better. She drank two bowls of porridge under the supervision of everyone and slept in clothes. He had no dreams all night, and before dawn the next day, Meng Changye lifted the curtain to shake him awake, and ordered in a low voice, "Get up quickly, it's time to set off!" Although it was an order, his tone was many times softer than the previous day.
Chundi opened his eyes, found himself lying in a room, and said in horror, "Where is this? How did I come here?"
Meng Changye's soft complexion slowly tightened, his narrow eyes like falcons looked him up and down, You Qi didn't let go of his cloudy and red eyes, and it took a while before he said, "You don't remember how you got here. ?"
"Nonsense! If I remember to ask you what to do? By the way, I remember it!" Chundi slapped his palms, and then glared angrily, "You let me ride a horse, but I won't, so you slapped me hard and slapped me. Did I get stunned? Then you brought me here while I fainted."
Meng Changye's eyes flickered, but he didn't refute it if he sensed something, and when he spoke again, his tone became countless times fiercer, "If you know what's wrong, get up and hurry up! Also, Lao Tzu warned you long ago, don't say anything. I'm going to show you how to be the emperor. Next time, let Lao Tzu hear it, and I will definitely pull out your tongue!"
Chundi hurriedly covered his mouth and shook his head, indicating that he had been taught, then he clumsily got out of bed, and before he could stand up, he cried out, this time it was really like killing a pig, "Ah, ah! My, my leg hurts! What's wrong with my leg? ?"
"It's just a little worn out, what are you screaming!" Meng Changye couldn't bear it anymore, he wanted to slap him, but remembering the person last night, he quickly regained 90% of his strength. Even so, Chundi's eyes were still blackened by the pumping, and he walked outside half-limbly, crying and chirping, and washed his face indiscriminately.
The soldiers warmed up the porridge water left over from last night and brought it to everyone to share. Chundi picked up the bowl and took a sip, spit it out quickly, and complained loudly, "What the hell is this? It's worse than poison! I want to eat hibiscus cake, glutinous rice balls, milk Poria cream, chicken skin shrimp balls..."
Everyone looked at him one after another, wondering how someone who was honest and peaceful yesterday could start to act again after falling asleep. I thought he was rude!
"Do you fucking like to eat it!" Liu Chuanshan, the most hot-tempered deputy general, swiped the porridge bowl from his hand and punched it.
Meng Changye wanted to stop him, but his toes moved slightly, but he didn't stand up. The person in front of him is not the one he knew last night at all. When he sees this person, he is full of disgust and pity. But if he really killed someone, he couldn't figure out whether the person last night was his own illusion or a real existence. Seeing that Emperor Chun was so beaten that he wanted to vomit blood, and Liu Chuanshan was indomitable and wanted to make another step, he said slowly, "Take it easy, don't kill people. Eat quickly, eat well and go on the road, don't delay the time."
Liu Chuanshan took a sip, picked up the bowl and snorted, finished the porridge, and went to the stable to lead the horse. With the help of the eunuch, Emperor Chun got up and went to the side to silently massage his colic chest. Others ignored him, just scraped the last bit of porridge into the bowl and shared the food.
When he was about to set off, Emperor Chun was afraid of the tall horse, and he was reluctant to go up anyway, which made everyone's heart agitated. Meng Changye was not a good-natured person. With a long whip, he rolled him onto the back of his horse, tied it with a leather rope, put it on his butt, and tied it tightly to the saddle, and set off.
Poor Emperor Chun turned his head down and his feet up, his internal organs were displaced by the horse, and he vomited out without running too far. What he spit out was a pitch-black liquid, and the stench could be smelled from far away, not to mention that the two thousand elites could not bear it, even the well-trained warhorses raised their front hooves, making a commotion.
Meng Changye was the closest to him and suffered the most. He wished he could cut his nose. He endured for two miles, and when he saw a small river appearing in front of him, he immediately dismounted from his horse, untied the man and carried him to the river, shoved his head into the water, and said fiercely, "Mother, did you eat shit or drink it? Big dung, it smells so bad! You give Lao Tzu a good raw wash, if you don't wash it, Lao Tzu will have your skin peeled off and washed!"
Emperor Chun was already having difficulty breathing due to vomiting, but when he was pushed into the water, he closed his breath and fainted. You Shu woke up leisurely, subconsciously poured a few mouthfuls of water into the river, and then struggled desperately.
Meng Changye had no intention of drowning someone, and immediately grabbed the bun at the back of his head and lifted him up, but suddenly met a pair of black and white, teary eyes.
"Me, what did I do wrong again? Can't you just talk about it? You have to torture me like this!" Youshu, who had always been held in the palm of her hand by her master, couldn't stand something, and she burst into tears as soon as her mouth slumped. The sound of his crying was completely different from that of Emperor Chun. The latter was choking his throat, but he was full of grievances and wanted to complain. He hummed twice, shrugged his shoulders and choked, and occasionally hiccupped. Laughing and looking pitiful.
Meng Changye's cold and hard heart softened unconsciously. He loosened the bun on the back of his head, touched it instead, and said tentatively, "Do you remember what happened before?"
Only then did Youshu realize that she had come to a small river inexplicably. He immediately wiped away his tears, stood up, looked around, and said in a trance, "Didn't I fall asleep? You brought me here while I was asleep?"
With only one or two abnormalities, Meng Changye couldn't be sure of his guess, so he didn't point it out, nodding and saying, "I brought you here, we are in a hurry, we can't be delayed. Hurry up and wash your hands. Face, we'll be leaving in a moment."
Yushu was used to being heartless, so she turned her head and pressed her head into the water so hard, as if she was about to drown herself, she forgot about it, and leaned down to wash her face. Smelling the stench on his hair, he couldn't help retching. Seeing a clump of Qili incense growing by the road, he quickly picked the leaves and rubbed them, dripping the juice between the hair, and rubbing it several times, the smell finally faded away.
"Why do I smell so bad?" He habitually grabbed his master's sleeve.
Meng Changye raised his eyebrows and looked at his light-white fingertips, but he didn't break free, and joked, "You slept so deeply that you accidentally fell into the cesspool right away."
Youshu: "..." Sure enough, the first life is more unlucky than the first.