After sending Pang Ban and Jiang Cheng away, it was already past the Hai Zheng time when Shen Hao ate sour soup noodles. Xia Nu, a stupid slave, looked sleepy waiting beside her, while Hong Silk and Jinxiu He had already curled up in bed and fell asleep.
"Go get some more spicy food." Shen Hao took a few mouthfuls. The noodles still had the same flavor, but he wanted to make them a little heavier today.
"Huh? Oh!"
When she comes back, Miss Xia is holding a clay pot with at least two kilograms of spicy food in it. You can add more as you like.
Shen Hao took a spoonful and took another sip when he felt it was suitable. While eating, he suddenly asked: "Have you ever hated me?"
Xia Nu was a little confused, blinking her eyes, looking at Shen Hao and shaking his head. She felt that her master was very kind. He gave her food and drink, bought her beautiful clothes, and had a comfortable house to live in. When someone bullied her, her master helped her out. How could she hate her when it was too late to be happy?
Seeing the clarity in Xia Nu's eyes, Shen Hao felt inexplicably relieved.
Today, Shen Hao could see the way Pang Ban and Jiang Cheng looked at Xia Nv Sannu. Compared with Hu Tian and other ordinary people, the look in their eyes was different. They really didn't understand each other in their hearts. The barbarians looked at people exactly the same as they looked at three dogs or three vases. Shen Hao was horrified to see this gap, and at the same time he was worried that it would cast a shadow on Xia Nu.
Shen Hao likes these three fox girls in his family. They are beautiful, lively, energetic, and sensible. He really treats them as human beings, even close ones.
This may be the difference in cognition, and it is also the fundamental difference between the two worlds.
"Then do you ever hate those people in Yaxing? And those people who kidnapped you from the tribe, do you hate them?"
"I used to hate them. They are not good people. But I don't hate them anymore."
Shen Hao was curious and asked: "Why don't you hate them now?" According to Shen Hao's idea, if he were Xia Nu, he would definitely regard those slave traders as enemies with a blood feud. How could he not hate them?
"I'm still alive now. And if they hadn't kidnapped me, I wouldn't have been able to meet you, my master." Xia Nu's idea is simple, and it has something to do with the environment she has lived in since she was a child. Life and death are commonplace in the northwest that is invaded by barbarians. Famine, disease, robbery... Even if you are not kidnapped by slave traders, being robbed by barbarians in the east is common. Survival depends on luck.
So Xia Nu is contented. She feels that compared to her not-so-distant past, she is very satisfied and happy now.
Shen Hao reached out and gently pinched Xia Nu's pointed ears, and Xia Nu meekly rested her head on Shen Hao's knees. As long as she didn't twist it too hard, Xia Nu felt that her ears were pinched like this, which made her hum in her nose.
"Have you heard of Wang Ting?" Shen Hao's hands kept moving, and the pointed ears were soft. They would become hot after being pinched a few times, but they were comfortable to hold.
"I know, well... it's where the king of our barbarian tribe is. But now the barbarian tribe has no king and no royal court. I heard from the old fox man in the tribe that the barbarian tribe with the royal court is very powerful. No worse than humans."
Hearing this, Shen Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, patted Xia Nu's butt and asked her to get up. He picked up the bowl and continued to noodle while asking: "Go on, tell me what the royal court is like that you have heard about. "
Xia Nu was lying on Shen Hao's lap so comfortably that she was about to fall asleep. She pouted when she was photographed. Shen Hao glared at her before she calmed down and said, "It's just some songs. If you want to hear it, I'll Sing it to you?"
Ballad?
Shen Hao remembered that the barbarians had the habit of compiling their own histories into songs and spreading them. And he never knew that Natsunu could sing, so he nodded and motioned for Natsunu to sing to him quickly.
"I can only sing a few songs, and I can't sing songs in other languages."
"Yeah. Let's sing."
The language of the fox tribe is common to the human race, and the songs Xia Nu sings are also the songs of the fox tribe. The melody is far different from the music of the human race, but it is still pleasant to listen to carefully.
"I can't see the grass dam on the side. The warriors wielding swords and spears are all running towards the golden tent..."
The ballad is actually telling a story, telling the story of the royal court in the barbarian tribe from its establishment to glory to decline and fall in a certain period. It contains the swords, guns, swords and halberds of the human race, as well as killing and suffering. Anyway, the rise and fall are all involved. After listening to it, Shen Hao felt that it was quite objective.
Of course, the role of the human race in the song must be the "evil" side, the culprits who destroy the good life of the barbarians. However, the war initiated by the barbarians uses the phrase "the beautiful northern land needs the cultivation of the barbarians and the need to run." Barbarian cattle and sheep." to explain.
Shen Hao had finished eating his noodles. He watched quietly as Xia Nu sang a ballad in a low voice, and found that the expression on Xia Nu's face also rose and fell with the song.
This kind of narrated ballads are very long, with thousands of words, and with back and forth emotional sections, it takes as long as a stick of incense to finish singing a few songs.
"Do you hope that the royal court of your barbarians will reappear?"
"I hope! After the royal court reappears, the barbarians can live a good life. And no one will bully us anymore. However, we don't have the royal court anymore."
Shen Hao touched Xia Nu's head and asked her to put away the dishes and go down to rest.
After Xia Nu left, Shen Hao stood up from the chair, opened the window and looked out at the hazy, moonless darkness. For the first time, he felt a weight in his heart that was very uncomfortable for him.
In the past, whether he was an evil monk or an evil spirit, or he was fighting wits and courage with various people, Shen Hao has always been as determined as stone. If you block my way, I will destroy you unless you give in. Basically, Shen Hao used every possible means, and despite being called a "evil star", Shen Hao himself never felt wronged. Looking back, he walked along a road of bones.
But today he felt the pressure.
A pressure that comes from irreconcilable conflicts between races. It's as if you thought you were going to fight with the other party, but in fact they were coming with a knife. The winner or loser would have to end with the death of one of the parties. As long as the deaths continue, this kind of killing will continue to repeat itself without end.
This is not something Shen Hao has been exposed to before, and he has never considered it in depth.
War, especially a war mixed with feuds between races, is really different from anything Shen Hao has experienced before.
Xia Nu, this stupid slave's behavior tonight touched Shen Hao.
A slave who was obviously obedient to him was also a slave who had a bleak past and was indifferent to life and death. Even this slave was indifferent to the concept of hatred.
But for such a stupid slave, his expression lit up when he mentioned the word "King's Court", which seemed to be a resonance in his blood. That kind of look proves that this stupid slave does not recognize her current status as a "barbarian" and does not have the concept of "hatred between country and family", but she identifies with Wang Ting and subconsciously believes that Wang Ting's appearance can bring her and all barbarians. beautiful life.
The yearning for beauty is everyone’s simplest idea and the most powerful motivation.
Shen Hao couldn't help but secretly thought: Maybe my understanding of "Wang Ting" is still too one-sided.
