RPAGF Chapter 802 Long Song
Chapter 802 Long Song
The man held a celadon bottle and scooped up the stream water tremblingly. Suddenly, he froze. In the reflection of the stream, the cinnabar mole on the neck of the boy on the other side of the river was exactly the same as the birthmark on the neck of the prince in his memory. The old eunuch's hand trembled, and the celadon bottle fell on the stone with a "bang". Wang Xiaoshi was startled and was about to ask, but he saw the other party suddenly staggering over and grabbing his sleeve tightly with skinny fingers: "Your Highness! It's really you! The old slave Chen Dequan, the Chen Dequan who escorted you out of the city that year!" Wang Xiaoshi stepped back instinctively, but was pulled painfully: "Old man, don't recognize the wrong person. I am Wang Xiaoshi and have never seen you." Chen Dequan burst into tears and took out half of a jade pendant engraved with a coiled dragon pattern from his arms: "Your Highness, look at this! Your mother split the jade pendant into two pieces, and this half has been hidden on my body for ten years!" Wang Xiaoshi's pupils shrank suddenly. He thought of the half of the jade pendant that his mother had given him before she died, which was in the wooden box beside his bed. The pattern on it matched the half in front of him perfectly. Memories came flooding back: the dragon throne in the Golden Palace, his mother's gentle singing, and the fire that shot up into the sky that night... He suddenly felt dizzy, and fell to the ground. When he woke up again, he was lying in a carriage. Chen Dequan was guarding the bed, his cloudy eyes full of joy: "The emperor of the Xin Dynasty died unexpectedly, and the court was in chaos. I have been looking for your highness in secret for many years. Now the time has come, and it is time to return to the palace to take back the throne that belongs to you!" Wang Xiaoshi looked at the intricate embroidery on the roof, and the memories of the past ten years flashed like a revolving lantern: the thousand-layer cloth shoes made by Aunt Wang, the rough palms of Brother Da Niu when he taught him to plow the land, and the wild dates secretly stuffed to him by the village girl Xiaofang... "I won't leave." He suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice, "This is my home." Chen Dequan stamped his feet in a hurry: "Your highness is confused! You are the only blood of the previous emperor, the country and the people..." "Shut up!" Wang Xiaoshi sat up suddenly, "I am just Wang Xiaoshi, a cowherd boy from Wangjia Village!" During the dispute, the sound of horse hooves suddenly rang out. Dozens of black-clothed guards surrounded the carriage, and the leader lifted the curtain - it was Zhao Linyuan, the son of the prime minister of the dynasty. "Xiao Jingyan, he is here indeed." Zhao Linyuan played with the jade pendant on his waist, with a cold light flashing in his eyes. "As long as the remnants of the previous emperor are not eliminated, the throne of my Zhao family will be in jeopardy." The moment the sword was unsheathed, Wang Xiaoshi was pushed out of the car by Chen Dequan: "Run!" He stumbled into the woods, and the old eunuch screamed behind him. The moonlight sprinkled on his face through the branches. He took out the jade pendant in his arms. The cold touch reminded him of the temperature of his palm when Brother Daniu taught him to read. There was a dog barking in the distance, which was the direction of Wangjia Village. When he ran back to the village covered in blood, he saw a white flag hanging at the entrance of the village. Aunt Wang cried heartbreakingly: "My son! Who is so cruel..." In front of the mourning hall, Brother Daniu's body lay straight, with a bloody sword stuck in his chest. The village official told him with red eyes that early this morning, a group of people broke into the village, saying that they wanted to catch "the accomplices of the imperial criminal." Wang Xiaoshi knelt in front of the spirit, his nails deeply pinching the palm of his hand. Xiaofang handed over a package with trembling hands. Inside were his childhood clothes and a letter - left by Chen Dequan: "I know that my life is coming to an end. I have only one wish: I hope Your Highness will regain the ambition of an emperor, avenge the wronged souls, and restore peace to the world." The night wind blew paper money on his face, and Wang Xiaoshi slowly stood up. He tied half of the jade pendant around his waist and looked towards the direction of the capital. The child who escaped in a pool of blood ten years ago now had the flame of revenge in his eyes. At the foot of the mountain, Zhao Linyuan's troops were gathering, and the torches illuminated the grim smile on his lips: "Xiao Jingyan, let's see where you can escape this time." Wang Xiaoshi clenched the hatchet at his waist and suddenly smiled. Ten years of farming life taught him to endure and wait. He turned around and touched the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, where the bows and arrows he and Brother Daniu had made were hidden. When the first rays of morning light pierced through the clouds, he carried his quiver and walked in the opposite direction - there was a hidden valley, hiding a group of former dynasty members who also bore a blood feud. Three months later, the gates of the capital were closed. Zhao Linyuan stood on the city wall, looking at the densely packed tents outside the city, with cold sweat oozing from his forehead. The scouts reported that the leader of the rebels called himself "General Longyin", and he would lead the troops in every battle, and his soldiers were ten times stronger than one. "Absurd!" Zhao Linyuan tore up the battle report, "It's just a mob..." Before he finished speaking, a deafening horn sounded in the distance. A cavalry approached like a black torrent, the leader was wearing silver armor and holding a spear, and the big flag behind him was fluttering, and the embroidered dragon pattern shone brightly in the sun. When the man took off his armor, the soldiers on the city wall gasped - the young face was exactly the same as the portrait of the previous emperor in the palace. Wang Xiaoshi, no, Xiao Jingyan held the reins tightly. The road of escape ten years ago and the sufferings of the people in the past ten years have now turned into a raging fire in his heart. He raised his spear and shouted: "Open the city gate!" Behind him, tens of thousands of soldiers shouted in unison, shaking the sky. Zhao Linyuan staggered back and finally remembered what the spy had said: In the Dragon Hidden Valley, there is a real dragon that is about to take off. When the city was broken, Xiao Jingyan found Chen Dequan, who was dying in the ruins. The old eunuch used up his last strength and pressed half of the jade pendant into his palm: "Your Highness... I have finally waited for this day..." Xiao Jingyan nodded with tears in his eyes and closed his eyes for him. Looking at the devastated capital, he knew that this battle of revenge was just the beginning. The real challenge was how to restore peace to this broken country.
Across the Wonderful Journey: The Rise of Technology
Cao Bin opened his eyes in a daze, only to feel his head was dizzy, and his nose was filled with a strange smell of soil and firewood. He sat up suddenly, and the scene in front of him made him completely sober - the adobe walls, the thatched roof, and the coarse cloth shorts on his body, all declared that he was in a completely unfamiliar world. Looking down at the rough pottery bowl in his hand, he suddenly remembered that before he fell into a coma, he had an accidental explosion when he was studying new glass materials in the laboratory. "Could it be that I have traveled through time?" Cao Bin murmured to himself, with an absurd and uneasy feeling in his heart. Walking out of the simple house, Cao Bin found himself in a quaint little village. The villagers were dressed in shabby clothes, and their faces were vicissitudes left by the years. He tried to ask an old man passing by, and only then did he know that this was Qinghe Village under the rule of the Daqian Dynasty. At this time, the country was peaceful and the people were safe, but the life of the people was still hard. After living in the village for a few days, Cao Bin helped the villagers solve many problems with his intelligence and modern knowledge. He improved irrigation tools to make farmland irrigation more efficient; he taught villagers to make simple farm tools to improve labor efficiency. The villagers were very grateful to him and gradually accepted this "strange" outsider. However, Cao Bin was not satisfied with this.