In addition, there are some small forces and barbarian forces, but they are not important. Now everyone knows only two people, one is the eight-year-old Emperor Nanyong, and the other is Qu Yunmie who became famous at a young age.
Heroes emerge in troubled times. If a hero wants to become famous, he can either make himself a king or find a mentor who appreciates him.
Therefore, there are people who find the Zhenbei Army and express their desire to surrender to the King of Zhenbei every day.
Today's man is even more famous. It is said that he once served as the prefect of Jinning, and his mother was a daughter of the noble family of Wuling Jing. He himself has never been a staff member, but he believes that the King of Zhenbei is the number one hero in the world, so he came here to meet him.
Qu Yunmie had someone invite him in. Although he was not too enthusiastic, he was not cold either. He had someone serve him tea and let him sit down, giving him enough face. While he was talking, Qu Yunmie listened patiently.
When he first came in, this man was a little nervous, because Qu Yunmie was eight feet tall, which would be 1.95 meters tall in the future. He had a very handsome face, but because he had seen too much blood, he could not hide the murderous aura on his body, not to mention that he did not want to hide it. He sat with his legs spread out, looking relaxed and careless, but in fact he was pointing his toes at the guests in an aggressive manner.
It seemed as if it would suddenly attack and hurt someone in the next moment.
Having formed this preconceived impression, and then seeing Qu Yunmie's flawless hospitality, this man felt relieved. He felt that Qu Yunmie should be easy to talk to.
Then he began to speak out the speech he had prepared in his mind. After he finished speaking, he was encouraged by Qu Yunmie's smiling greeting and continued to express his views on the current situation. After seeing the smile on Qu Yunmie's mouth widen and he seemed to agree with what he said, he was so happy that he also told him what he thought was the solution.
He was so dry-mouthed that he finally finished. Qu Yunmie raised his arms, clapped his hands and smiled, "Sir, you have a good opinion."
The man on the other side finally realized that he was a little too proud. He quickly lowered his head and tried to make amends for himself: "No, no, if the king doesn't mind, then -"
Before he finished saying the last word "good", a cold light flashed before his eyes, and with a clang, his dazed eyes and head rolled to the ground.
On the opposite side, Qu Yunmie retracted his long sword and sat down expressionlessly. He kicked away the still hot head that had rolled to his feet, picked up the leather beside him, and began to slowly wipe the blood off the blade.
The guards standing by didn't dare to make a sound. They just walked forward silently and took out the body and the head together.
After the guards left, he was the only one left in the tent. The bloodstains on the ground and the bloody smell in the air were commonplace to him. He didn't care at all that he had killed another person, nor did he care that this person was famous and had connections with a prominent family. He didn't care even more that this person died in his hands, as his reputation would be even worse.
After wiping the knife clean, he stood up again and walked to the pool of blood. Looking at the glaring red, Qu Yunmie did not feel the slightest regret. He even sneered and said sarcastically: "A monkey in human clothing, a snake and a rat, is worthy of being a scholar who has read books."
Pingyang City, evening.
There are too many things that Xiao Rong cannot figure out in his life.
He couldn't figure out how he ended up in this situation, nor could he figure out how his father Qu Yunmie had committed suicide.
The history books he had read were not so detailed that they could record everything Qu Yunmie said and the meals he had eaten. He clearly remembered all the major events, but every time he was caught, it was at the time he could never have expected it.
For example, now, in the sixth year of Shengde, this is the most glorious moment in Qu Yunmie's life. He recovered the north, drove away the Wusun and the Xiongnu, and agreed with the Shanshan Kingdom not to be enemies. Even his mortal enemy, the Xianbei, has become a grasshopper in autumn, unable to jump for a few days.
He is a well-deserved hero, he ranks second and no one can be first.
None of the tragedies and bad luck that followed happened. Logically, he was living the best and having the best luck at that time, so why would he still have troubles from time to time?
Xiao Rong couldn't understand it. He couldn't understand why Qu Yunmie abused himself every day, and he also couldn't understand what the system's vision was, saying that he was the person most likely to change Qu Yunmie's fate.
Could it be because he read a lot of history books in the past? If I had known earlier, I would have stopped reading history books and just watched more cartoons! …
Xiao Rong lay on the bed with no desire to live. After a while, the door opened and his servant, a young man named Ashu, came in with food and said, "Master, please have some food. I went out to ask around and found out that the King of Zhenbei just left a few days ago. If we hurry up and catch up, we can still catch up with him."
Xiao Rong: “…” Still chasing?!
Qu Yunmie had zero survival skills, but his running speed was first-rate! He didn't know if he was riding a fast horse or a somersault cloud. He couldn't catch up even if he ran behind and vomited blood. Qu Yunmie was leading a large army, and he was just a child. If he continued to chase him, he was afraid that he would die halfway.
No, I can't chase her anymore.
Xiao Rong frowned, thought hard, and changed his strategy: "No, let's stay here. I've figured it out, Master Lang. It's not business to chase after someone. From today on, I won't chase him anymore. I want him to come to me, no, invite me!"
He couldn't catch up anyway, he was weak, he might as well stay weak in the inn, he didn't believe that he, with 1500 years of knowledge, couldn't even fool an ancient fool. …………
Ashu obeyed Xiao Rong's orders without any objection, while the other driver paid the bill and left.
It happened that the rickshaw driver often traveled between various major cities and knew the clerk of this shop. The clerk secretly pulled the rickshaw driver aside and asked him who Xiao Rong was.
He has no bad intentions, he's just curious.
"This young man is so handsome! But which family does he belong to? I brought him some water and he even thanked me. I am so embarrassed!"
The driver looked at him with a confused expression, "Don't forget, kid, you can't judge a person by his appearance."
The waiter was stunned. "What? Could it be that this young man is all show and no substance?"
The driver sighed, looked around, and seeing that there was no one else, he waved to his waiter, who hurried over. Then the driver poured out the words he had been holding back all the way.
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