Chapter 763 The Return of the Gods 47
But the man said softly, "I haven't tasted it yet, little one, would you mind giving me some?"
The little beggar gave him an overnight steamed bun. He thought maliciously that the other party would get disgusted after taking two bites, and his chewing would slow down and he might even frown.
If he has a bad temper, he might vent his anger on him and embarrass him; if he is lucky, he may meet a polite person, who will most likely frown politely, stop eating without making a sound, and then look at him apologetically.
Then, he could drive people away openly.
But until the steamed bun was about to enter his stomach, the man's expression never changed. He didn't frown, didn't show disgust, and the frequency of his chewing didn't decrease, as if he was enjoying some kind of delicacy.
The little beggar reluctantly snatched the cold and hard steamed bread and took a bite.
"Pooh."
Still tastes just as bad.
"Don't you think it tastes bad?"
He looked at him warily, like a little animal with barbs raised.
The man's smile was still gentle, as if he could see through his inner thoughts:
"As a freeloader, how can I be dissatisfied with food?"
The little beggar lowered his head and pursed his lips, with complex emotions flowing through his heart.
He did not hypocritically lie to him and say that the steamed buns were not bad.
It tastes terrible.
But he doesn't mind.
………
The man stayed for three days and his injuries were not serious.
"Little guy, you saved me. I want to thank you. Is there anything you want?"
The little beggar had no big ambitions. He just wanted to be warm and well fed and not be beaten again. When he grew up, he wanted to be a small trader and be able to support himself.
"No."
He pursed his lips and lowered his head.
The man looked at the child who was only as tall as his thigh and sighed barely audibly. His big hands, which were like works of art, covered his head and rubbed it gently, his tone being unspeakably gentle.
"What a stubborn little fellow."
The man left the next day and brought him ten thousand taels of silver.
With the money, the little beggar no longer suffered from hunger and cold. However, whenever it rained and raindrops fell from the eaves, he would occasionally think of the pair of warm big hands above his head.
The day he left, the plum rain had just arrived.
…
When they met again, he was the top scorer in the imperial examination, and he was a young guard who had just entered the palace.
Because of a love letter, his talent was fully displayed, and Emperor Qianlong was very pleased. He rewarded him with twenty boxes of gold, silver, jewelry, and a hundred rare calligraphy and paintings.
For a time, he was the most popular person.
The little beggar secretly looked at him on his way home from court. The man had an indifferent expression and did not turn back, as if he did not know him.
That’s right.
Today is different from the past. He is now a big shot in the eyes of the emperor, and even the prime minister wants to win him over. How could he care about an unknown little guard?
But two days later, he was slapped in the face again.
While boating on the lake, the two met by chance. He smiled warmly, just as gently as when he rubbed his head five years ago.
"The little guy has grown up."
He spoke with emotion, and the tenderness in his eyes seemed to be able to drown people.
Unlike the aloof number one scholar in the court, there was always a smile in his eyes when he was in front of him.
Later he found out that he had deliberately distanced himself from him in the palace because there were too many people in the court who were jealous of him.
As soon as he entered the official career, he was favored by the emperor. Because of his integrity, he soon became a thorn in the eyes of many people.
The scene changes, he is promoted to the President of the Imperial Household, but he is thrown into prison in a prisoner's uniform.
"Left Prime Minister Ji Chi colluded with foreign officials to manipulate government affairs. Your Majesty has decreed that he be executed in three days!"
As soon as the imperial edict came out, the little beggar broke into the prison at night for the first time in his life.
"Come with me."
He sat cross-legged, looking elegant and gentle even in his prison uniform. "Where are you going?"
Little beggar: "The world is big, as long as I can keep my life, I can go anywhere."
The smile in his eyes deepened, without the slightest trace of the embarrassment of a prisoner, he said calmly:
"The Right Prime Minister has fought me for twelve years and will not let me go easily. You can't go far with me. Little one, you still have family and friends. Be good and don't let them worry."
He was behind bars, yet worried about his situation.
The little beggar finally left.
He didn't let him go on the day of execution.
"It's ugly, don't look at it." He said with a smile.
On the day of his execution, he still went to the execution ground. There were three layers of people inside and outside the ground, but he stood on the periphery and did not squeeze in.
If he doesn't want him to watch, then he won't watch.
"Be good."
He closed his eyes, all filled with tenderness as he said this.
…
The little beggar spent fifteen years trying to redress Ji Chi's wrongdoing.
001 watched him on the verge of death time and time again, seriously injured and vomiting blood time and time again, and thrown into prison time and time again. He watched him pretend to surrender to the Right Prime Minister and search for evidence of the Right Prime Minister's murder of the people.
At the beginning of the third year of Chunhe, an imperial edict was issued, and the number one scholar who once amazed the capital was finally cleared of his grievances. His contributions to the people were recorded in history books.
While thousands of people were praising him, a young beggar, who was almost at the end of his life, came to his tombstone.
Only he knew where Ji Chi was buried.
He erected a monument for him.
“I almost didn’t make it this far.”
It's too difficult.
It's too difficult.
A tyrant and a treacherous party.
It is really difficult to be an honest official serving the country and the people when the court is full of evil people.
A drop of clean water falling into the turbid ocean is destined to be swallowed up.
Like Ji Chi, nothing is left.
The little beggar no longer had the youthfulness and immaturity he once had. His eyes were deep and his features were strong.
"I won't come to see you for a long time."
Whenever he couldn't hold on any longer, he would come and sit in front of the tombstone and sit there for the whole night.
Spring and four years, winter.
Because his old illnesses were too numerous and too severe, the little beggar died.
From then on, there was a tombstone next to Ji Chi's grave.
…
"Hey, are you okay? Wake up?"
When 001 regained consciousness, there was a dazzling light and a lush green forest above his head.
"Why isn't he talking? Is he crazy?"
The male elf in silver armor patted 001's face and looked at his companion in confusion.
"How about asking the doctor to take a look?"
The companion nodded and tried to help 001: "Okay, I'll take him to the sick bay."
001 was hugged by Dali. He frowned and said in a hoarse voice:
"No, I can walk by myself."
He fell into the Forgotten River, but he didn't die.
"So you're not stupid?" the male elf said in surprise. "When did you come to the elves? How did you end up floating here from the stream in the south?"
To the south is the River of Forgetfulness, where it is impossible for anyone to be alive.
001 raised his hand and rubbed his brow, fully displaying the acting skills he learned from Quan Jiu:
"My mind is a little confused. Maybe I hit a rock. I can't remember it for the time being."
The male elf didn't force it, but instead had a look of "as expected":
"I was wondering if you were acting silly or something was wrong. Turns out you hit your head."
001: “…”
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"Get up, I'll take you to the doctor."
This doctor was the one who spoke well of Quan Jiu in front of Her Majesty the Queen a few days ago. He prescribed the medicine.
"It's no big deal, just be well-educated."
After saying that, he couldn't help but mutter under his breath.
"Why are there so many immortal cultivators coming to the elves recently..."
001's eyes lit up.
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