Donggong Souvenirs
Finally, the boy was taken into the car.
Because Si Cheng was covering his bleeding palm and saying that he would never forgive him, Liu Shiwei took advantage of the opportunity when the sharp knife in the boy's hand was taken away and knocked him unconscious with a palm.
Jing Yao took the medicine box that Liu Shiwei brought and applied medicine to Si Cheng. The medicine worked quickly and had a strong effect. Si Cheng grimaced in pain and sweated profusely.
"Later... I have to beat that brat up again..."
Si Cheng sucked in cold air continuously, glaring viciously in the direction of the young man.
Jing Yao disliked his noise, but after all, he was injured while saving her, so she couldn't bear to scold Si Cheng at this moment.
"It hurts so much, cousin. You have to remember my kindness, okay?"
Jing Yao thought that she couldn't be serious for a moment. She rolled her eyes and said, "You bullied me so many times before. You owe me this. Don't even think about asking me to repay you. We can only consider ourselves even now."
"Cousin, you're too vindictive." Si Cheng muttered stubbornly, "Who doesn't make mistakes when they're young? Your domineering and arrogant behavior in the past wasn't necessarily any more upright than mine!"
Jing Yao wanted to refute, but after thinking about it carefully, he found that he really had nothing to say.
"But we are all grown up now, and not as naive as before." Si Cheng became inexplicably serious, with a sense of melancholy about the passing of time.
Jing Yao couldn't stand him pretending to be elegant and mature, so he picked up the bandage and wrapped it around his hand.
When it came to bandaging, Si Cheng's already fragile wound could no longer withstand Jing Yao's rough technique. He no longer cared about Wen Jing and begged for mercy, "Wait! No! Cousin, spare me! Let... let Zhiyue come instead!"
Jing Yao always had a headache when she had to bandage people. Seeing Si Cheng give up because of the difficulty, she was happy about it. She threw down the bandage and handed it over to Zhiyue.
“Ahem!”
The young man who was tied up like a hairy crab with hemp ropes in the corner of the carriage slowly woke up. He was extremely weak to begin with, and was tied up in an extremely uncomfortable position. He was in so much pain that he coughed up blood.
"Isn't he going to die?"
Jing Yao couldn't help but feel a little worried when he saw his half-dead appearance. Liu Shiwei, sitting outside the carriage, replied leisurely: "No."
That's good.
As Jing Yao turned her gaze back to the boy, she was caught off guard by his eyes, which were straining to open. Her heart trembled, and she felt that those eyes were filled with unspeakable emotions.
Hatred, anger and vigilance are intertwined, burying the deepest fear.
The boy was like a little wolf that had been left alone in a pack and had experienced many hardships. He even had to pretend to be fierce in order to scare away the threat.
But looking at him from head to toe, he was just a child the size of a young fish.
Jing Yao was about to move closer to clean the crimson bloodstains that snaked down his forehead, but the boy gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, "Stay away from me!"
"What's your attitude, kid? We saved your life!" Si Cheng was so angry when he heard this. This young man really didn't know what was good for him.
The young man paused, closed his eyes, and felt his body's condition. He found that his condition had indeed improved a lot. Even so, the hostility on his face only subsided slightly. "Who are you all?"
"I should be the one asking you this. Why are you lying in the middle of the road covered in wounds?"
Jing Yao asked back, and the young man snorted coldly and turned his head to the other side, as if avoiding the topic.
"You better promise I won't break free from this rope, or I'll kill you."
"hiss……"
If you don’t accept the toast, you will be punished with a drink?
Jing Yao's temper flared up as she looked at the stubborn kid who couldn't tell good from bad. She had never been so gentle to anyone before, and this kid was too arrogant.
Her eyes turned, and she took out a pill from Liu Shiwei's medicine box, pinched the boy's chin and stuffed it in.
"Ugh! Ugh!" The young man struggled violently, trying desperately to close his mouth, but he still overestimated his severely injured body and underestimated the strength of the girl in front of him.
Jing Yao's movements were so fast and fierce that Si Cheng felt a chill down his spine. Without saying a word, she poured another cup of scented tea into the boy's mouth, and he had no choice but to swallow the pill.
"Ahem! Ahem! What did you give me to eat?"
The boy's eyes were bloodshot. His hands and feet were tied, making it impossible for him to spit out the pill. Jing Yao saw nothing but the fierce and resentful look in his eyes. She said lightly, "I've poisoned you. From now on, you must obey me. You must not lie or disobey my orders, or you will explode and die."
"You vicious woman!"
The young man was about to curse, but considering the poison in his body, he had to swallow it back.
He swore that he would never tell the woman anything.
"Okay, tell me, what's your name?"
The young man's clenched teeth relaxed uncontrollably, and with a terrified look on his face, he blurted out his own name: "Mu Wensheng, the Wensheng who only hears the sound of reading."
"Oh, then your parents should have expected you to become a scholar."
As soon as Jing Yao finished speaking, he noticed that Mu Wensheng's expression changed again and again: "My parents died a long time ago."
Perhaps because he realized he couldn't control his mouth anymore, Mu Wensheng said indifferently, "They were all killed by the bandits."
"Bandits?" Jing Yao's heart instantly became alert when he heard these two words. "Is it the most famous group in the Jiangru border area?"
Mu Wensheng felt hopeless and his face turned pale. He just smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Apart from them, who else would dare to commit evil in this area without restraint?"
"So the reason you are like this is because..."
Jing Yao remained silent, but Mu Wensheng began to talk about the past that he least wanted to mention.
"My father is Mu Rufeng, the governor of Luocheng. Back then, he was transferred to Jinzhou as governor, and I went south with my parents. We ended up running into those bastards when we passed through Jiangru."
The more Mu Wensheng spoke, the more his tone became harsher. Jing Yao could hear the overwhelming hatred in his voice, which was almost drowning him.
The boy's eyes were filled with tears. He had witnessed his parents being brutally murdered by bandits, and somehow he was spared and taken back to the mountain village by the bandits.
"The people in the village said that their leader was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see children killed, so they spared my life and let me stay in the village to work as a servant. I lived a life worse than pigs and dogs. Sometimes I really hated myself for not dying, but I didn't dare to die."
Mu Wensheng's tearful eyes suddenly turned fierce: "Those scum haven't gone to hell yet, how can I die before them?"
At this point, Jing Yao probably understood why this poor kid was so wary and hated everyone. The fear and resentment had been deeply engraved in his heart, making him unable to trust anyone.
"I pretended nothing happened and stayed with them for two years before gradually gaining their trust. But I didn't expect that I would be one step behind. The assassination attempt failed and I almost died at their hands."
Jing Yao couldn't help but sigh as he looked at Mu Wensheng who looked lonely. Even if a thirteen-year-old boy like him could learn martial arts, he was no match for those old hands. What's more, the enemy was numerous and he was few, so it was even more difficult for him to win.
But she saw that the child had a good nature, and with such perseverance and intelligence, he would surely achieve great things in the future.
"In that case, you shouldn't be hostile to us." Jing Yao sighed and smiled bitterly at Mu Wensheng's puzzled gaze. "My entire family died at the hands of that group of bandits."
She hadn't witnessed the tragedy firsthand like Mu Wensheng had, but in her previous life, she'd been heartbroken upon hearing the tragic news. Over two hundred lives had been lost with the casual statement, "killed by bandits."
Jing Yao was sighing softly, but he found that Mu Wensheng's expression changed from vigilance to shock, and even a bit of disbelief.
After a long while, he slowly asked, "Your last name... is Jing?"
The smile on Jing Yao's lips disappeared instantly, and Si Cheng looked at Zhiyue in disbelief.
"How did you..."
Seeing her dazed expression, Mu Wensheng knew he was right: "You are the eldest daughter of the former Duke Jing, Jing Yao."
Jing Yao's eyes turned and he immediately remembered that he had said before that he lived in a bandit's village. Perhaps he knew the inside story.
"I was captured and taken to the mountain village two years ago, and the Jing family's massacre happened not long after I entered." Mu Wensheng raised her eyes and looked at Jing Yao, who looked anxious. It seemed that she was also waiting for the truth about that year.
"At that time, I was sent to sweep the floor and guard the door under the eaves. I didn't see the specific process. I only know that there were only a dozen people left in the stronghold that day, and the rest all set off." Mu Wensheng slowly recalled the memories of that day. The bandit leader set off with nearly a hundred brothers in a mighty manner. Just by looking at the scene, he knew that things were not simple.
His family had more than 40 people in the mansion, but the bandits had only used a dozen of them to cut down all of them. But this time, not only did they send almost everyone, they also brought enough weapons, all of which were powerful bows and sharp swords.
Mu Wensheng had thought about escaping while their defenses were unrestricted, but before he could finish his plan, he was called to the kitchen to help.
"Tonight we are waiting for the boss and the others to return triumphantly. We must eat and drink well and not go home until we are drunk! I will stew a few big dishes and wait for them to come back!" The tall and fat chef with a heavy breath walked up and down the kitchen with his fat belly bulging, talking to himself and humming a song with a smile.
He didn't forget to ask Mu Wensheng to run errands: "Hey kid! Bring me that seasoning bowl over there!"
He was too lazy to walk, so small things like this could be done quickly by directing the tall and thin kid, who was quick and agile.
The kitchen helper beside him was grinning, his face full of greed: "I heard this is a big deal, they robbed the Duke's Mansion!"
"Then there must be countless gold, silver, jewels, and beautiful wives and concubines, hahahaha!"
Several grown men laughed at the same time. Mu Wen listened blankly. He knew that someone was going to be in trouble again.
"Brat, bring it here!" the fat cook yelled at him and slammed his back with a large iron spoon. "Believe it or not, I'll beat you to death!"
Mu Wensheng remained apprehensive until nightfall. Although the group returned victorious, there were also casualties. It seemed that the guards of Duke Jing's mansion fought to the bitter end. Fortunately, however, the gold, silver, and jewelry were brought back in boxes and boxes.
But the mountain boss didn't bring back the woman that Fat Cook and the others had been dreaming of. This was not in line with the leader's usual style! But they didn't dare to ask. That night, the whole village was drinking and feasting, and it looked lively.
Only Mu Wensheng, who was tied in the corner, watched all this coldly.
All these laughter and joy were bought with the blood of others.
When they were having a great time drinking, a few of them finally dared to talk about the lack of women to entertain them.
"Alas, you don't know. Those beautiful ladies in the Duke's Mansion make my heart flutter and my whole body burn with passion." The Second in Command clutched his collar at his chest, his eyes gleaming, as if those celestial beauties were right before him. The next second, he was brought back to reality by his brother's repeated moaning. He could only curl his lips and say, "What a pity, not a single one survived."
The bandit leader's face suddenly turned ugly when he heard his dissatisfied complaint: "Everyone knows that this is the boss's order. No one from the Jing family is allowed to be left alive. If it weren't for the boss's help, more brothers would have died today. Watch your mouths. Don't let me hear such words again."
"Yes, Boss."
The second in command nodded reluctantly, and the brothers around him also wisely drank and ate quietly.
After hearing this, Jing Yao gradually formed an idea in his mind. There must be no other boss with such great connections.
"Wen Sheng, have you seen the boss they are talking about?"
"No. The boss rarely showed up before. The bandits were very afraid of him, and few dared to mention anything about him. But... he should be a member of the royal family."
"The royal family?"
Jing Yao was shocked. Could it be that the person who had been in contact with the bandits was not Yue Ningning, but Si Jue?
And why do you say he was the previous boss?
"About half a year ago, they took refuge with Prince Lin Si Jue, and Si Jue even came to the village." Mu Wensheng lowered his eyes, a hint of unwillingness flashing in his eyes again, "They have now set out for Shanghua City to provide support under Si Jue's orders. I originally wanted to take action while they were on their way, but in the end I hastily killed a few fat cooks and didn't even get to meet the leader..."
He was just a teenager, and being able to do this and barely save his life was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
"I believe you, and we will definitely kill them all." Jing Yao rubbed Mu Wensheng's head, his heart becoming more and more determined to wipe out the bandits. Since they are all in Shanghua City, then we can catch them all in one fell swoop.
Si Cheng's mind also began to think for the first time: "So, why do you say that the first boss is a royal family member?"
By then, he had already fallen, and there weren't many people left in the royal family. If it wasn't Si Jue or Si Cheng, then it was most likely...
Mu Wensheng replied, "Because after the leader got drunk, they brought up the details of the siege on the Jing family."
He paused, and seeing that Jing Yao looked normal, he continued, "During that time, there were very strict checkpoints in the Jiangru area, and they were almost caught by the soldiers. But because of the souvenirs from the palace, they were able to pass through the checkpoints smoothly."
"A souvenir from the palace?"
Jing Yao was in a state of panic and asked hurriedly, "Are you sure?"
"The chieftain took it out specifically to show it off, and I saw the character 'Si' inscribed on it. They said it was the seal of the Eastern Palace?"
Jing Yao felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave and couldn't believe it at all.
Could it really be...
"Don't think too much about it!" Si Cheng hadn't realized who this was directed at yet, but Jing Yao looked really strange, and he was afraid something might happen. "There must be some misunderstanding here. Si Pei isn't that stupid!"
"Yes, Miss, there must be something wrong. What Xiaosheng saw at the beginning may not be all."
"Yes, that's right." Jing Yao was in a panic. There were too many doubts, but she didn't want to think about those messy things for a while.
Jing Yao found a blanket and wrapped himself up: "I'll rest for a while."
"Hey, who can untie me first?"
Mu Wensheng looked at himself who was still tied up and felt a little helpless: "Anyway, I have been poisoned, and I know it. You are not bad people. Can you let me go?"
Zhiyue received Jingyao's gaze and hurried over to help untie the rope. She learned it from Liu Shiwei, and it was quite strong and not difficult to untie.
"Is there an antidote for the poison?" Mu Wensheng hesitated for a long time before speaking: "I haven't taken revenge yet, I don't want to die."
"Where did the poison come from?" Si Cheng laughed. "It was just a truth serum pill. The effect has worn off long ago."
Mu Wensheng was angry and annoyed when he found out that he had been tricked, but thinking that Jing Yao was feeling bad now, he decided to let it go and not argue with her.
"Who are you all then? Where are you going?" Mu Wensheng glanced at Zhiyu, who was crying in the corner, "Why are you bringing a child with you?"
"Aren't you a child too?" Zhiyu stopped crying, glared at him, then crawled out and cried in her master's arms.
"My name is Zhiyue, and he is Sicheng."
Si Cheng coughed twice and said, "He was also the former King of Jin."
Mu was slightly surprised when he heard the voice: "Oh, so it's the second prince who rebelled and is now in such a miserable state."
His words were painful and true, and Si Cheng collapsed, holding his heart.
Zhiyue had no choice but to continue introducing: "Outside are the hermit master Liu Shiwei and his closed disciple Zhiyu."
Mu Wensheng looked through the curtain for a while and felt that the man was indeed not simple.
Jing Yao turned over and said gloomily, "We are going back to Shanghua City to seek revenge. Do you want to go together?"
Mu's eyes lit up when he heard the voice: "Of course!"
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Easter Eggs:
Liu Shiwei looked helplessly at the girl in his arms, who was crying with tears and snot, and could only free his free hand to gently stroke her hair and comfort her, "It's okay."
"Sister Jing is so pitiful... How come her family is broken up... Xiaoyu doesn't have parents either, and she's left alone..."
Liu Shiwei frowned: "Nonsense, Master is here. Master will always be with you."
Hearing Mu Wensheng's excited voice inside, Liu Shi slightly tilted his eyes, and there was a hint of gloom in his eyes.
"Master, do we still need to take that stinky guy with us?" Zhiyu still remembered the man's arrogance and was very unhappy.
Liu Shiwei just smiled quietly: "This is fate. Just like when you asked Master why he had to help them before, it's because this is what Heaven wants me to do."
Zhiyu only understood half of what he heard and was confused: "Master is talking nonsense again..."
Liu Shiwei was amused by her: "Go to sleep, you will understand when you grow up."
You also have your own destiny.
Liu Shiwei lifted a corner of the curtain and saw Jing Yao's sleeping profile, feeling mixed emotions.
I hope her decision will not be wrong.
He could only help so far.
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