The summer flowers in the garden are blooming, and the fragrance of plants and trees comes from the air. In the lush greenery, you can occasionally see a few birds singing and flying by.

Li Moyu and Liu Chichi stood with their hands behind their backs and watched Yin Shiliu's back disappear at the end of the corridor.

"Sixteen is indeed very family-friendly, a gentle and good man." Li Moyu sighed, with a lot of envy in his words.

"A person like this could have been at ease to stay at home and start a business, but he didn't expect that so many things would be involved."

Liu Chichi felt the same way, and he nodded and asked, "Are your family still here?"

Li Moyu shook his head, and a trace of sadness flashed between the corners of his mouth.

"You've seen it that day, and they're all buried in the tombs between the mountains."

Only then did Liu Chichi remember the scene he saw when he was staying in a hotel deep in the flowers that day. Unconsciously, he recalled Xiaoxian's warm smile again, as warm as before, as if it was yesterday.

He sighed inwardly and said with emotion:

"I didn't expect that you were born into a wealthy family since childhood, but you ended up as lonely as me, and wandered alone in the world."

Li Moyu smiled bitterly:

"They are both people who have fallen into the world."

The two of them talked and walked towards Yin Shiliu's study...

In the afternoon, a pillar of incense was lit in Yin Shiliu's study. The windows were bright and the light was a little dark, but it was warm.

Li Moyu looked around his Jinsinan's bookcase for a while, and turned around and said:

"Brother Chi, you said this morning that the monk's Buddhist bead was the seven-treasure Buddhist bead. What's going on?"

Liu Chichi was fiddling with Mobao on Yin Shiliu's desk. When he heard him ask about this topic, he said:

"Wait, wait until the sixteenth is back, it's probably related to this."

Li Moyu was curious when he heard it.

"How come these Sixteen are related to the monks from Baolin Temple in Shaoguan?"

Liu Chichi smiled and said:

"This time it's not him."

"Who else? Could it be Mrs. Yin?" Li Moyu joked.

Liu Chichi shrugged his shoulders and looked innocent.

"I'll know when he comes back."

Yin Shiliu went there for a long time, but he still disappeared after about an hour.

Seeing that Li Moyu was bored, Liu Chichi took the initiative to raise the topic and said:

"Moyu, tell me about you. I have always been very curious about your life experience. How could you, as a generation of King of Wu, be in this world? There must be many twists and turns."

Moyu picked up the tea on the table and poured a cup of him and Liu Chichi, then sat down and said:

"If you really want to hear it, sit down. No one in this world except the sixteenth. I will tell you, and we will not be a brother. If someone asks me another day, you will know where I am."

Liu Chichi sat down seriously and took a sip of the tea ceremony:

"Brother, you said."

......

For Li Moyu, revealing his dusty memory is like revealing a scar, which will look so cruel and painful.

In his teenage memory, glory comes too short, while pain comes too long and profound.

As a descendant of the Li family, Wang Ke of Wu, this family with a lineage of upright character always has no reason to be framed and cannot escape from being framed. The slander ministers regard them as objects of quick killing, cleaning, scouting and hunting again and again, which seems to fall into a vicious curse that cannot be escaped.

In the fifth year of Xiantong in Emperor Yizong of Tang Dynasty, Lu Yan, who was the prime minister, and Wei Baoheng, the son-in-law, were in harmony. The two of them were "momented in the world" and were outrageous.

Li Moyu's father Li Huai joined hands with several upright colleagues to submit a memorial, demanding strict handling of Quan Xiang Lu Yan, and to make the court clearance. The memorial that wrote the letter was intercepted by Lu Yan before it reached the hands of Emperor Yizong. Lu Yan immediately forged an edict to punish Li Huai's family for treason.

From that bloody night, Li's mother took the young Li Moyu to start a long journey of escape from the pass.

A carriage escaped from the swaying Tongguan under the cover of the darkness. The mother and Moyu in the carriage were as confused as the road to escape that was about to begin, as if they were looking at the Kandu that extended into the endless darkness in front of them......

Five days later, they were extremely tired in the wind and snow and stopped in a village in Pianguan, and this stop lasted for three years. This was an inconspicuous village on the north bank of the ancient Yellow River, barren and closed, and people were not good at speaking and could only farm. However, the simple locals accepted them and gave them all the help they could give to them, so that they could live here.

The days began to be quiet, and in Moyu's young sky, the stars and clouds began to increase again. He began to smell the fragrance of mountain flowers and soil. However, until one day, when the iron hooves from Chang'an broke the tranquility of the village, the beauty of all this began suddenly ended.

The villagers used silence to cover their escape again, and the price of silence was the lives of the whole village. The heavy snow of goose feathers and the blood flowing up the river that day sent them on the road to escape again.

Li Moyu's mother had just improved and could no longer hold on. She had to fall asleep alone during the journey, but Xiao Moyu still had to continue his escape.

At the last moment, her mother could no longer speak. She rubbed Li Moyu's young palms repeatedly, and then placed them on the thick black hand of the servant Uncle Qi, shed the first tear in her life to say goodbye to them.

The wind and snow were whistling back and whistling in front of his mother's grave, and Li Moyu's young lips were bitten by his teeth and bloodied.

......

In the long story, Liu Chichi didn't say a word. He could deeply understand the sadness of leaving his hometown, the hardships of rushing and migrating on the journey when he was young, and even the pain of teeth gripping from his life and death.

He just silently stroked his palm on the back of Li Moyu's hand, allowing the warmth of his palm to help his brother resist the sorrow.

"Who are those?" he asked.

"Who else can you be? Shen Ce Army!" The three words were spit out word by word from Li Moyu's mouth.

"What happened later? Did you escape?" he asked.

In his opinion, an old man and a weak child were dying into the snow and ice in the north.

"Just God is favoring us, we finally escaped, but the cold cold in the north almost freezes one of my legs." Li Moyu replied to him.

He could understand how extreme cold in the north was to destroy a displaced young man who lived in a place of uncertainty. It was a blessing to be able to save his life.

"Then what?"

"That was the twelfth lunar month in the north. We kept going north and walked north for more than a month. Until the weather began to warm up, we stopped in a town in the north."

Li Moyu's eyes began to fluctuate a little warmth, and he thought he had started a slightly warm memory...

The bright spring light drove away people's hunger and fear in winter. People quickly forgot the sadness in winter and began to wander happily in the hallucinations brought by the sun.

This is the feeling that people in a town bring him.

The young man's little Moyu was very weak. He leaned on the corner of the street and let the sun shine on his body, so that he would feel better. Because he had no strength, one of his legs was strangely spreading straight on the ground. No one knew that as the pulse throbbed, the cut-like pain in his calf was destroying his endurance.

The frostbite caused by a long journey in the snow in a winter has been ulcered into a big, bloody hole in the mouth of the bowl.

Xiao Moyu still felt cold. He knew that he was having a high fever. He felt dizzy. He used his chapped lips to make a sound of "water" and "water".

His uncle ran away from the far street with his hair scattered away and rushed over.

"Young Master, Young Master, Oh, drink water, give you water."

He poured some water into the broken pottery bowl in a hurry, and helped Li Moyu to pour it down.

"Young Master, Young Master, I'll go find someone to ask for some medicine. You can hurry up and drink it."

He opened the water bag on his waist, poured out a bowl of black and thick medicine juice, and helped Moyu and poured it down again.

"Young Master, Young Master." Uncle Qi used his dirty cuffs to wipe the old tears from his withered eyes:

"You must hold on, no matter what, I beg you, I'm sorry."

......

"De, come..." A sound of flying horse hooves came from the street.

The spring breeze is so proud that the horse's hooves are fast, and this description does not seem to be appropriate. For the young master of the Lu family, it seems that the sound of his horse's hooves is noisy and rapid at any time.

"Wow—" The sound of horse hooves actually stopped opposite Li Moyu and the others.

Sitting in the corner of the wall across the street was the mother and daughter, and the daughter was only seven or eight years old, and a thick bowl was placed in front of her.

Hearing the sound of horse hooves, the woman raised her head and looked down quickly.

The young master of the Lu family curled his lips, it was true. Yesterday I noticed that this beggar woman was really not ordinary beautiful. She was dressed in rags and unkempt faces. I stopped to take a closer look, otherwise I would have missed a good thing.

He stretched out his fingers that seemed to be fat lard and raised the woman's face.

The woman said quickly:

"Young master, please be fine. Please give us some money for tattoos. Otherwise, I would give my daughter a bowl of food, and she hasn't eaten for a few days. Good luck."

Young Master Lu's face smiled like a blooming bun, and the followers next to him also laughed indescribably, and the scene was very plot-like.

"Okay, no problem. I'll go back with my son and I won't have to worry about food, drink and clothing, haha," said Young Master Lu with a slight smile.

He knew that no one dared to laugh at him even if he laughed so disgustingly, and his father had the final say in this town.

The woman hurriedly hid back and said, "Young Master, don't, don't."

The young master of the Lu family was a little impatient and said to his subordinates:

"Don't eat it for toast, take it away."

Several subordinates walked away and dragged the woman. The girl was so scared that she cried and shouted "Mom, Mom".

There were quite a few people watching, but they were all looking but not with their hands.
Chapter completed!