An army with mottled flags and uniforms was slowly marching through the mountains, and some of the troops who seemed to be the best and most well-equipped were surrounded and escorted by a creaking old ox. The car is near.
It was on this bullock cart that was not very fast but bumped and shook violently. Seeing that except for the big gray-haired dog that had been unable to be chased away after being picked up that day, and had always seemed docile and clinging to the door, shaking its ears from time to time to show vigilance, the little round face with no one around spoke again. :
"Ancestor, please forgive me. Man'er didn't hide it intentionally at the beginning..."
"I understand, in a situation where life and death hang on a thread, the vast majority of people are already in chaos, so how can they think of saying anything more..."
Jiang Tian wrote lightly:
"What's more, for a stranger who has just met, it is abnormal to be honest and honest about everything."
"Ancestor... Man'er..."
The little round-faced man lowered his head sadly after hearing this. In my heart, I felt that I was still disgusted by people, just like I was between brothers and sisters in my early years; under my father's favor, there was a polite indifference and a cold and polite alienation.
Then, the next moment, a big hand was pressed on the top of her head and she was gently rubbing it. She couldn't help but feel the strangeness that she had never felt before disappearing. She let out a sound like a cat, and raised her pitiful little face in surprise.
"What nonsense are you thinking about?"
Jiang Tian held her little head with her hair in a simple bun and said with a good touch:
"I said I want to support you Zhou Quan, and I will try my best to protect you Zhou Quan during this period. What else should I think about? There is no need to try your best to please me, just find a way to take care of yourself."
"Then what can Man'er do to make the ancestor stay in this world for a while longer?"
When the little round-faced man heard this, he felt a sense of panic and sadness in his heart:
"I'm afraid you, or most people in this world, can't afford this price..."
Jiang Tian couldn't help but smile calmly:
"Don't look at it. I only came across the border in response to the summons. This incomplete spiritual thought is with you, but when the time comes, you still have to leave and return to heaven and earth."
"This is the general trend of the heaven and earth, and it cannot be caught by human beings. So, don't expect too much from me. The things that this damaged divine mind can do at the moment are quite limited."
"Ancestor!"
At this moment, she seemed to be able to feel the sincerity and detachment in the other person's words, and she couldn't help but trembled: She couldn't help but have a sore nose and held back the tears that were about to overflow.
But it is inevitable to think of some things in the past. In the past, those people who grew up with her, whether they were nannies, maids, slaves or playmates, as long as she showed the slightest sign of intimacy, the other person would quickly disappear from her life; just because the candidate could Own, but not be dependent on someone.
And when she finally understood it, she could only suppress her overflowing emotions and out-of-touch nature, and learned to do her best to maintain the basic sense of propriety and decency of a woman in the office. The only exception was... He was the elder brother who often boycotted his father, was privately and secretly scolded as an unruly son, and died young in depression.
Then, suddenly one day, he was brought from the villa to Jinhae Kyung, and then in the midst of the public attention, he was directly held by his father who looked sick, holding hands, and stood in front of the Yin'an Seat in the upper hall, becoming the branch overseeing the national affairs. The Supreme Prince; and then before the city was broken, he took a group of arranged civil and military teams and embarked on this long escape road full of dangers and difficulties.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but put her little face into the palm of the other person's hand, just to feel the warmth and peace of mind that came from this "elder" who didn't know how many generations back. This is her only support in the world.
"By the way, Madoka, what do I look like in your eyes?"
Faced with the sudden display of intimacy and dependence on the little round face, Jiang Tian was a little embarrassed. He said: As a straight person, his daily life is quite simple, but he has a lot of thoughts about relatives and social anxiety. Political parties, he really has no experience in contacting and dealing with this type of political party that started three years ago and has the highest death penalty.
"Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor is naturally full of immortal energy, just like being far and near in the mist. Man'er, Man'er, can you leave the true appearance of your ancestor to worship?"
The little round face said without hesitation:
"Oh, can you still draw?"
Jiang Tian was slightly interested and said:
"Man'er's paintings and sketches were personally taught by Master Yuchi of Shangguo."
The little round face said with some nostalgia:
"Then what else can you do besides that..."
Jiang Tian continued to ask:
"I have learned some skills in etiquette, music, calligraphy and painting, poetry, poetry, and arithmetic."
The little round face responded softly:
"Then have you studied Zhenguan Zhengguan, Taiping Yulan, Taibaiyin or Zhaoming Wenxuan?"
Jiang Tian continued to ask:
"I've only heard of his name, but I've never read it. I've actually studied Literary Mind and Diaolong."
The little round face was a little confused but he said calmly
"..."
It was obvious that all the things she had learned and was good at were of no use to the current situation! I don’t know why he was chosen as the Crown Prince;
Jiang Tian suddenly felt something unusual, and looking at Xu's round face leaning against him with some sympathy, he suddenly had some suspicions. Then, he continued to ask:
"Then do you have any older siblings?"
"There is a deceased eldest brother of the crown prince, and two sisters from other palaces, all of whom are married; besides, there are only a few younger brothers and sisters left..."
The little round-faced man replied quite seriously:
"Then why were you designated as the crown prince? What was the situation like at that time?"
Jiang Tian continued to wonder:
"Reporting back to our ancestors, it is said to be the regulations that were inherited after the "Taixing Dali Conference"; the law that changed the "Zhou Rites" to allow the bloodline of the princes to continue."
The little round face said in a accustomed tone:
While the two were talking, there was a burst of noise outside slowly approaching from far away.
Jiang Tian slightly lifted the reed curtain and saw a group of fleeing people at the intersection ahead of him. Among them were merchants carrying luggage, bamboo baskets and rattan baskets. After seeing this army, they couldn't help but hold their breath in awe, retreated to the ravines and field ridges on the roadside, and lowered their bodies unevenly and fearfully.
"Ensure critical target survives for more than seventy-two hours. Countdown 32:51, progress (62%)"
Another prompt suddenly popped up in Jiang Tian's field of vision, which almost made him startled. Because the task progress has inexplicably increased a little bit, is this a lottery win? The next moment he felt something was wrong. These fleeing people were too close. He immediately pressed the little round-faced head and shouted:
"Get down..."
Before he finished speaking, a burst of arrows suddenly shot out from the field covered with weeds. They shot down several soldiers gathered around the bullock cart on the spot, and shot through them with almost a roar, seemingly without any protection. The oxcart siding and curtains used made the surroundings suddenly become riddled with holes, revealing many tiny spots of light.
In an instant, among the refugees and traders who were bending their heads by the roadside, they suddenly drew their swords and chopped off the nearest soldier; they were caught off guard and rushed to pierce, stab, chop down, and knock over the soldiers. On the ground; amidst the screams and fighting, the soldiers guarding the ox cart saw heavy casualties and blood flowed all over the ground.
The next moment, Jiang Tian reflexively used his physical body to press down the prone small round face. However, he looked at the countdown prompt of "-0.001, -0.001," in his field of vision with some pain, but it was inevitable in his heart. Fortunately, it turns out that it is not that simple to be clear. No wonder the mission progress is stuck and has not increased.
Fortunately, I chose "Battery Life", a functional module that can increase the duration of physical existence; otherwise, I would have lost the Little Round Face mission goal without warning. While once again blocking the assassin disguised as a soldier, it was also the short-term stagnation function caused by switching between virtual and real.
"Ancestor..."
But the little round face seemed to feel something, and cried out in a low voice: Because at this moment, Jiang Tian's back and shoulders and arms, which were covering her, were filled with many arrows, as if they were... A large porcupine, or half of a candied haws in a pile.
However, the next moment, as Jiang Tian, who suppressed his frown, kept switching the projections, the arrows that were inserted one after another lost their support and attachment, and fell to the floor of the carriage with a clanking sound; suddenly there was a pile of bosses. heap. And Jiang Tian once again regained his calm and elegant demeanor.
"I'm fine!"
Although the body after materialization does not bleed or have wounds, it is obvious that it still feels pain when it is actually poked, stabbed or chopped. Therefore, it seems that this ability cannot last for a long time or be abused, and can only be used as a temporary emergency measure.
Despite this, he still grabbed the bow and arrow hidden by his side and shot at the nearest attacker outside. He hit the right eye socket with almost no obstruction and suddenly fell to the ground. Then he quickly nocked the arrow and turned to the next target, and then shot it through the chest and staggered down; then the third, fourth, fifth from near to far...
When Jiang Tian used his bow for the eleventh time and hit the neck of the half-length archer exposed in the grass; these attackers, who had lost their initial suddenness and gradually fell into decline and disadvantage in the fight, finally felt that the matter was no longer possible. He gave up, threw the corpses on the ground without any fight in the whistling bird whistle, and fled into the sparse forest in the distance.
And in the process, with the last round of Jiang Tian's bow firing, the two escaping attackers were hit in the back and the legs and feet of another; and the progress bar of "Projection Weapon Mastery" also increased so much again. A trace; but it gave him some unexpected but not unexpected gains.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, how are you?"
At this time, someone came to the side of the carriage again, and greeted him in a cold voice without the pain: But it was Hong Dashou, the leader of the militia who had just taken the initiative to deliver his troops yesterday, and swore to follow him, and there was a clear sign on his shoulder. Cut off with a knife.
"I have nothing to do, you are still fine."
Afterwards, the little round-faced person who received Jiang Tian’s suggestion immediately replied:
"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. Five of the young ones suffered injuries, and seven or eight others were injured, but they can still walk with us to the next village."
Hong Dashou expressed his gratitude and respect:
"The remaining forty-seven should continue to protect His Majesty to the death, without any worries."
"It's really hard on you. But at this moment, I have nothing else to do. I can only give you the title of Loyalty and Bravery as a reward. I will give you another reward in the future."
The little round face said softly:
"Little man...little man...thank you so much, Your Majesty. I will definitely repay you with a pink body!"
But Hong Dashou who was outside became more and more grateful and said in a trembling voice: He was originally just a member of the Hong family in Anyang, a low-ranking little nobleman who lived in the countryside; so that in his generation, there are only consecutive waipins left. None of them have the identity of the village owner. Isn't it just for this opportunity to build a new family by breaking up the family and dispersing the wealth to raise the local people's army?
Then, the little round-faced boy saw Jiang Tian nodding approvingly at her. After all, he would not have been in this world for more than a day. But if she wants to avoid being played or killed after she leaves, she will obviously be thrown out to take the blame, or used as a bait to attract pursuers, it is still necessary to teach her something.
For example, how to appropriately seize the demands of temporary followers and actively surrender to them, so that they can remain relatively loyal and dedicated for the time being.
