Unparalleled Concubine

   Chapter 1 The Great Snow Broke the Temple

  Winter has always been the season when God saves people's lives. Some rich people can't survive the winter when they are old, and the poor are even more difficult. The winter of the 17th year of Chengde was particularly cold.

   At this time, the wind and snow are rushing.

   "Wa'er, is it cold..."

   "Uncle, I'm not cold..."

It was snowing heavily outside, and in a ruined temple outside the capital, the old and the young were not dressed very thickly. They were leaning against the low wall of the ruined temple, trying their best to avoid the cold wind blowing from all over the place. It’s a pity. Yes, this ruined temple is leaking air everywhere, no matter how you dodge, there will always be a cold wind blowing on the two people, one old and one young.

  People get homesick when it’s cold.

   The young man looked like he was fourteen or fifteen years old. He was shivering all over from the cold, and his whole body kept swaying. He turned his head stiffly and looked at the old man, his upper and lower teeth were constantly fighting.

   "Uncle...Uncle, I...I want to go home."

  The young man struggled to finish saying such a sentence, using the authentic Yongzhou dialect.

  The old man is his uncle, that is, his mother's uncle.

  The old man also reluctantly opened his eyes, turned his head to look at the young man, his voice trembling: "Xin'er...you...your mother is gone. Before she left, let me bring you to the capital to find your father. In the future, this capital will be your home..."

   Neither of them stuttered, but because of the extreme cold, they stuttered in their speech, and it took a long time to finish a sentence.

The young man's name is Li Xin. He is fifteen years old this year. In the middle of this year, his mother passed away due to illness. It was not until she left that the woman who had been scolded as a "slut" for more than ten years revealed Li Xin's life experience. Said that Li Xin was the son of Li Shen, the Marquis of Pingnan in the capital, and asked his uncle to bring Li Xin to the capital to find relatives.

Thinking of this, the young man reluctantly lowered his head and glanced at the snow-white jade pendant in his hand. The jade pendant was engraved with the word "Serious". Father.

  The young man gritted his teeth and took the jade pendant into his arms, with tears in his eyes.

   "But... we went to that... Hou's mansion yesterday."

   Li Xin spoke intermittently, and his thin lips almost bleed from his bite.

   "The man in the Hou's mansion... also scolds me... a wild breed."

For the past ten years, Li Xin had been living with his mother. His mother had been scolded as a **** for more than ten years, and he was naturally scolded as a **** for more than ten years. Later, the mother simply took him into the deep mountains, and the mother and son rarely had contact with outsiders.

Such a young man, who has been scolded for more than ten years, came to Beijing this time with hope. He wanted to see what his father was like, and asked him why he hadn't come to see him for so many years. There is a mother.

   However, when he and his uncle knocked on the door of the Pingnan Marquis Mansion, they got two cold words.

"bastard."

Li Xin had listened to these two words for more than ten years, and he had gradually become accustomed to them, but when these two words were spoken in the mouth of the Li family, they seemed particularly harsh.

Uncle blinked his eyes with difficulty, curled up and hugged Li Xin in his arms, with a low voice: "Your father, he was out on an expedition, I didn't know you were here, and when he came back from outside, he would naturally Come to recognize you, when the time comes, your hard days will come to an end."

   As the old man said, he took out a small wooden pot from his waist and handed it to Li Xin's mouth.

   "Come, open your mouth and take a sip, it's too cold, take a sip to warm your body."

  This small pot made of wood is filled with turbid spirits, which the old man brought all the way from Yongzhou to the capital.

   Li Xin shook his head and shrank in the old man's arms: "Uncle...you drink it, Xin'er is not cold."

   Uncle had an old face, and with all his strength, he poured the little bit of bad wine left in the wooden pot into Li Xin's mouth.

  Li Xin's body warmed up a little, and his body shrank in the arms of the old man, faintly crying: "Uncle, I don't want to be in the capital, let's go back to Yongzhou tomorrow, okay... It's so cold here..."

  Yongzhou is in the south and the capital is in the north. In comparison, the winter in the capital is more difficult.

  The old man was also a little sad. He patted Li Xin on the back, his voice weak: "Okay...tomorrow...we'll go back to Yongzhou."

  The cold wind blew again, and both of them shrank.

   The wind and snow was rushing outside, and the heavy snow blocked all the roads. It was doomed that the old and the young would never be able to return to Yongzhou.

   Because on this cold winter night, the two of them froze to death in this ruined temple.

  …………………………

   hiss...so cold...

   When Li Xin woke up again, the only feeling was the biting cold.

   When he opened his eyes, he saw the white sky.

strangeness…

  In my memory, I was drinking with those little **** last night, and then got drunk by a few bastards, fell to the ground and fell asleep, how did I wake up...so cold?

   Soon, the biting chill made Li Xin completely awake.

   He looked around, the sky was all white.

  Damn it, it was summer last night!

   Then he saw an old man lying beside him. The old man seemed to be holding him tightly in his arms, but his face had turned a lifeless blue-gray, obviously he had been dead for a long time.

  Li Xin staggered to his feet and stood up from the ground before he could barely make out the image. This place looked like a broken temple. There was nothing else in the broken temple, just some broken statues of gods and some messy straw.

   There was only one thought in his mind at this time.

   Mother, these little sons of a bitch?

   But just as this thought flashed through his mind, he felt that his eyes were darkened, and then he fell to the ground, not awake.

   He is too weak.

  To fight against the cold, people need to consume their own calories. Now, his body has been supported to the extreme.

   So Li Xin simply fainted.

   At this time, it was already the afternoon of the second day. At the gate of the ruined temple, an old man in ragged clothes, pushing a wheelbarrow and leading a ragged little girl in the same clothes, passed the ruined temple.

   This is also a pair of old and young, the old man is about sixty or seventy years old, and the little girl looks young, at most about five or six years old.

   But unlike Li Xin, the old man and the little girl were covered in black ashes, especially the old man, his hands were almost pitch black, and the nails of his ten fingers were covered with black soot.

   Obviously, they make a living by selling carbon.

It's too cold in winter, the gentlemen in the city don't use the heat in their bodies to resist, they will put a beautiful stove at home, and then throw a few pieces of charcoal in the stove, and the whole room will become warm Like spring.

  The carbon of this era is mostly charcoal.

  Charcoal needs to be burned by people, so there is a profession of cutting firewood and burning charcoal. In winter, they go up the mountain to cut down trees, and then burn it into charcoal and sell it to the gentlemen in the city.

   However, in this profession, if you can only burn ordinary charcoal, you can only earn a living, not even enough food and clothing, not to mention wealth and wealth.

  The poor shirts are only one piece, and they are worried about the low carbon and wish the weather is cold. They are talking about them.

  It was already afternoon. One old man and one young man passed by the gate of the broken temple. The little girl suddenly stopped, pointed to Li Xin who was lying in the broken temple, and said crisply, "Aweng, there is someone in the temple..."

The old man stopped, put the wheelbarrow aside, and walked into the ruined temple with the little girl in his arms. After seeing Li Xin lying on the ground with a handsome face, the old man bent down and put his dark hand on Li Xin's. After probing under his nose to make sure that Li Xin was still breathing, the charcoal seller sighed faintly and said in an old voice, "It's also a poor child. It's very cold here, and there's no way to survive here."

   said, he bent over, walked to the gate of the ruined temple, pushed the wheelbarrow in, and then put Li Xin on the wheelbarrow with great effort.

   Fortunately, Li Xin is very thin, otherwise he really couldn't move this young man.

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   (end of this chapter)