Early in the morning, Lu Chenjia woke up from a nightmare and saw his face.
That face that had already become somewhat unfamiliar and covered in dirt was so close to her, so close that she felt her heart ache and palpitate. Especially that pair of eyes that were no longer clean and bright, but seemed to be covered in some greasy dust. They also revealed an emotionless indifference, making her feel even more uneasy.
"I'll leave now," she said in a trembling voice.
"You don't have to leave. I'll leave." Prince Long Qing knelt in front of her and murmured painfully, "I beg you not to appear in front of me again. I'm really useless. I don't have a future. I'm a beggar, not to enter the human realm for cultivation. I don't expect Haotian to give me any adventures. I admit that I'm afraid of death. I don't have the courage to face the people or things I used to have, nor do I have the courage to die. I'm just a rat in the gutter. I'll miss the glory when I was a tiger, but now I just want to eat rotten meat and live on. Living is better than anything else."
Lu Chenjia looked at the beggar kneeling in front of her and thought of the perfect man who had once been elegant. Her heart ached so much that she could not bear to touch him. Her trembling fingers gently touched his head and she pleaded with a sobbing tone, "But you don't have to live in the gutter. You can live a better life. At least you should live with me."
Prince Long Qing lowered his head, as if he did not want her fingers to touch his greasy and dirty hair. He begged with a trembling voice, "But I don't want others to know that I'm still alive. As long as I'm with you, I'll definitely be seen by others. And if I hide in the gutter and live on, no one will know that it's me in the past."
Lu Chenjia looked into the distance in a daze. Her palm slowly fell and gently touched his face. The face that was once familiar but now strange, the face that she had once loved so much.
"Now in this world, only you know that Prince Long Qing is still alive. If you forget him, then he is dead. I once stabbed you with a sword in my dream. In fact, if I still had the ability to kill you now, I would stab you again without hesitation. Because I don't want to be that Prince Long Qing anymore. I just want to live."
After saying this, Long Qing left the forest without looking back. It was already dawn, and the morning light shone on the dilapidated temple. He returned to the temple with his back hunched. He stared at the broken wall covered with snow for a long time, and then he was awakened by the hunger in his stomach. He went back to the brick wall beside his seat and groped for a long time.
After searching for a long time, he still found nothing. The half steamed bun and the half urn of cabbage and clapper soup that he had hidden there were gone. Even the urn that he had treated as a treasure was nowhere to be seen.
Long Qing looked back at his fellow beggars in the temple and shouted angrily, "Who the hell dares to steal my steamed bun! Give it back to me! And my urn? Where's my urn? "
He pounced on the two young beggars who had grease stains on their lips and disdainful expressions. He wanted to snatch back his steamed bun and cabbage soup. However, he had been seriously injured and his body was weaker than an ordinary person's. He was no match for these evil beggars. He was kicked to the ground in a few moves and rolled around in pain.
There was a violent cough in the temple. Long Qing kept coughing out blood and was in great pain. The beggars in the temple looked at him without any pity in their eyes. Instead, they were gloating and watching a good show.
He wiped the blood stains off the corner of his mouth and retreated to his seat with difficulty. He buried his head between his knees and murmured in pain, "Back then, I lived a luxurious life in the palace and enjoyed endless glory on the Peach Mountain. Why would I care about half a steamed bun? So what if I give it to you? You heartless bastards. Even if I bully you for the rest of your lives, you won't be able to eat snacks in the palace! "
Outside the dilapidated temple, Lu Chenjia covered her mouth tightly. Her pale face was filled with pain, and her tears fell like dew on flower petals. On the long journey from the Wilderness to Capital Cheng, no matter how Long Qing tortured her mentally and verbally, no matter how hopeless and painful she was, she had never cried, until now.
Even if she cried in pain, she still could not let it out. After a while, she held the reins and left the temple in a daze. She walked into the distance aimlessly. The Snow Horse behind her lowered its head and looked extremely sad.
Not long after she left, the fight in the temple broke out again. It was unknown whether it was because the beggars were unhappy with this new beggar who was dirtier and smellier than them but seemed to be out of place, or because Long Qing's murmurs had angered some people. Anyway, it was another beating.
A clear cut appeared on Long Qing's face. The blood washed away the dust on his face, revealing his skin that was as smooth as jade. However, his perfect face was still ruined.
Long Qing touched his face and looked at the blood in his palm. Suddenly, he laughed crazily and stretched out his right foot to trip a beggar. Then, he took out the broken bowl from his clothes and smashed it hard on the beggar's face.
The porcelain shards cut deeply into the beggar's cheek. One of them went deep into his eye socket and suddenly appeared on his eyeball. Blood splattered everywhere. The scene was extremely terrifying and everyone in the temple exclaimed.
Long Qing then used the broken bowl shard to cut the beggar's throat.
"Murder!"
"Murder!"
The beggars surrounded with weapons and shouted in horror. However, no one dared to stop Long Qing because there was no emotion on Long Qing's face. That kind of dullness was extremely terrible.
The beggar died after kicking twice, but Long Qing still did not stop. He kept punching the beggar's face. No matter how weak his fists were, he could still smash a person's face into pieces like cotton after dozens or hundreds of punches. Blood oozed from the cotton and washed away the flat eyeball that had fallen out of the eye socket.
The indifference on Long Qing's face gradually melted with the beating. His eyebrows and eyes gradually twisted and turned into a strange expression that seemed to be crying and laughing. There was no light or darkness in his dim eyes.
He rode on the dead beggar's body and cried loudly, "The steamed bun was frozen hard like a stick. It can only be eaten after being soaked in cabbage soup. Don't you know the original soup is the original food? How can you eat it like that? Why do you have to follow me? I have no steamed bun to eat because of you. Who will give me steamed bun in the future? "
He kept howling like a madman in the ruined temple.
The cowardly beggars had already scattered in all directions like frightened birds. Those bold beggars who didn't want to leave this rare shelter hid in the corner in fear. Looking at the terrifying madman, someone cried out in a trembling voice, "Don't worry, we drank the cabbage and clam soup, but we haven't eaten the steamed bun, it's too hard."
Long Qing looked at the beggar blankly and asked, "Then where is my steamed bun?"
The man pointed to the beggar's body under him and said, "In his arms."
Long Qing fumbled for the half hard steamed bun from the beggar's body and stared at it for a long time. Suddenly, he dipped the steamed bun into the blood and asked, "Can it be soaked in blood?"
No one in the ruined temple dared to answer his question. When the group of beggars saw him put the steamed bun dipped in blood into his mouth, they were even more silent. Then, they had some very strange ideas. Would it be better to follow such a madman in this world full of human blood?
But they did not know that the madman in the ruined temple who dipped the steamed bun in human blood was now a beggar, but he used to be a real prince. Even if he became a prince among beggars in the future, what was the point?
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Recently, the atmosphere in Tuyang City, which was located in the farthest northeast border of the Tang Empire, was particularly unusual. When a thousand black-armored cavalrymen returned from the Wilderness, the atmosphere became more and more intense. Even the wolves in Min Mountain far away from the city seemed to be afraid of the atmosphere here and did not dare to howl at night.
The reason for this was naturally related to the thousand black-armored cavalrymen. The soldiers and civilians in the city had vaguely heard the news. The Military Ministry of Chang 'an had sent a stern letter to inquire why such an important transfer of troops had not been heard from either the Military Ministry or the palace. They demanded the general to give an immediate explanation. However, the General's Mansion expressed silence. General Xiahou claimed to be recuperating from illness, and the two vermilion gates had not been opened for a long time.
Suddenly, the gates of the General's Mansion were opened. The soldiers and civilians in the city knew that something big was about to happen. They were very surprised and wondered who was worthy of General Xiahou's solemn treatment.
A shabby horse carriage slowly entered Tuyang City under the gaze of countless people.
Compared with the shabby carriage that could fall apart at any time, the big black horse that pulled the carriage was unusually handsome and very tall. When it shook its head, it looked very simple and happy. The soldiers and civilians of the frontier fortress had seen many war-horses, but they had never seen such a mount. They could not help but wonder who was in the carriage and how could he be so extravagant as to use such a horse to pull the carriage?
A corner of the window curtain was lifted. Ning Que in the carriage looked at a beggar under the city wall and thought of something. After a moment of silence, he said, "No matter how hard it was for me and Sangsang back then, we never thought of begging."
Eldest Brother looked at him and asked with slight surprise, "Why?"
Ning Que looked at the broken bowl in front of the beggar and said, "Because things that are obtained by begging are always easily taken away by others, and the food that I beg for is not delicious. Compared to beggars, I would rather rob."
Mo Shanshan did not understand the logic of his words. She thought carefully for a moment and said, "Are thieves and robbers more worthy of understanding and sympathy than beggars?"
"This is the crux of the problem."
Ning Que put down the curtain and looked at Mo Shanshan seriously. He said, "Understanding and sympathy are very cheap emotions. This world is always dangerous. If you want to live, you have to learn to reject these emotions. You can't let yourself be immersed in these emotions. I have always thought that those who pretend to be lonely, pretend to be desperate, cry, hurt themselves and their families, and think that the whole world has wronged them are the trash of the trash. "
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