บท 2: Road Sacrifice
Xiao Jinghan was the infamous "scourge". He was like a street rat being beaten up by everyone. According to the legends, he was a God-Slaying General who killed many people.
However, when Yi Qing closed his eyes, his ears were filled with a deep and wide voice.
He said, "Let her go, she's innocent too."
Because of these words, the twelve-year-old Yi Qing survived.
No, in reality, Yi Qing was already dead. His soul had changed, and he was now Yi Qing.
Yi Qing could still remember the scene from that day. Her face was covered in blood and the people behind her were all evil.
Hearing that they were going to sell her to some private place, Xiao Jinghan, who had just transmigrated over, thought to himself about whether he should save her like when he had crashed into a tree with his previous self.
She had never seen how Xiao Jinghan killed people like this, but he had used twenty thousand troops to repel one hundred thousand soldiers of the Northern Divinity Army, and he had also protected the Jin Dynasty, which was a shaky place, as well as the Han Dynasty. This was more than enough for Yi Qing to support him for the rest of his life.
This was a national hero. The sun could not be darkened, and it would never fade.
In that battle, more than half of Xiao Jinghan's subordinates had died and he himself had almost lost his life. This was clearly witnessed by Yi Qing.
Furthermore, Xiao Jinghan and her mother had a great relationship.
Xiao Jinghan had been raised by his mother's father, Yi Qing's maternal grandfather, so they shared a relationship.
Back then, he had saved her because he didn't want his mother's hands to be stained with blood.
"Now the situation is like this," Zi Su said coldly. "Xiao Qinghan's dead and the people are quick about it. When the emperor is young, he still needs to set up a memorial archway. Even if he's a sly rabbit and a dog, he still has to kill Xiao Jinghan. He still has to pretend to be a brotherly person and not forget his intentions."
"The Emperor has decreed that we should build a general's mansion in the capital and select a heir to mourn for him and offer him his incense."
"Oh." Yi Qing gave her another bowl of chicken soup, lowering her gaze. Her emotions were all covered by her long eyelashes.
Forced marriage, Xiao Qinghan's death, a series of things that caught people off guard. Yi Qing tossed and turned, unable to sleep for the entire night.
"Zi Su, in order to solve my current predicament, I have made a decision." The next day, she spoke with panda eyes and purple sou.
"What?"
"You know the relationship between my good mother and Xiao Jinghan, right?" Yi Qing smiled.
Zi Su nodded. "Siblings are only so-so."
"That good mother of mine, if she knew that I gave birth to a son for her brother, would she even force me to marry her?" Yi Qing narrowed his eyes.
Thinking of that scene, she couldn't help but feel ecstatic.
Her mother was so angry that she almost died, but she could only accept her as a "daughter-in-law" on behalf of her children. Just thinking about it was exciting.
"You're crazy!" Zi Su reacted for a long time before understanding what she was saying. She looked at her like she was looking at a madman, "You think you can pass yourself off as Xiao Jinghan's son? Then it's your turn? "
Zi Su felt that Yi Qing was dreaming too much.
Who would dare to have such an idea?
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his idea was reliable. "Don't worry, I know Xiao Jinghan has a secret, it definitely will be possible. "I'll go prepare it. I'll do it when Steamed Bun comes back for his afternoon nap."
Zi Su looked at her warily. "I don't care if you're crazy, but don't think about Steamed Bun."
Yi Qing laughed, patting her on the shoulder, "That's my son, how would I harm him?"
"It's hard to say even for you."
"Sure, sure," Yi Qing said. "Zi Su, you're fast. Go to the city and ask around, mainly asking when Xiao Jinghan's coffin will be back. Of course, if you keep a low profile and ask around, don't let others think that you're trying to make things difficult for him. "
When the steamed buns came home for lunch, Yi Qing cooked his favorite dish.
"Have another bowl of chicken soup."
Steamed Bun obediently took the bowl of chicken soup from her hands.
"Mom, why am I so sleepy?" Steamed Bun's eyes were almost glued together. He leaned on Yi Qing's body and asked in a daze.
"Because it's noon. You should sleep." Yi Qing held him in her arms and patted him lightly.
After Steamed Bun fell asleep, Yi Qing opened his medicine box and flipped over the little bun. He took off his pants, exposing his little butt.
She touched it with a smile, then closed her eyes and tried to recall it. When she opened her eyes again, it was already clear and bright.
She dipped her finger in the pigment first and sketched out a rough outline on Steamed Bun's butt. She lowered her head to examine it and then shook her head to reject it. She muttered to herself, "It seems a bit small."
She picked up the hot and damp towel to wipe it off and lowered her head to carefully draw again.
He wiped the drawing and repeated this process several times. Finally, Yi Qing was satisfied.
After cleaning her hands, she took out the prepared red and blue flowers and other medicinal herbs from the medicine box, mashed them into a paste, filled it into the outline she drew, and then covered it with a warm, wet towel.
After tossing and turning for more than two hours, on the white and tender butt of the bun, a heart shaped cyan and red color appeared. It looked just like a birthmark.
Yi Qing's worship of him was like a torrential river.
Zi Su went out before returning in the evening. "I expect she'll be able to enter the city in the future."
Yi Qing nodded his head, a determined smile on his face, "Then we'll make it in time."
"What are you going to tell Steamed Bun?" Have you done what needs to be done? "
"I haven't told him." Yi Qing found it difficult to think of this, "But I've already done what I needed to do."
Actually, since she had been forced into a corner, if she wanted to completely protect Steamed Bun, she didn't have the ability to.
"I tried to keep him from getting hurt."
Unexpectedly, Steamed Bun was very calm after hearing from Yi Qing that Xiao Jinghan was his father. He said regretfully to Yi Qing, "I thought my father had already passed away, so you never mentioned him." I was afraid that you would be hurt, so I didn't dare to ask. Actually, I could have met him, but this isn't a big deal. Mother, please don't be sad, okay? "
How could these words be uttered by a child who was not even five years old?
Yi Qing was gratified but also felt his heart ache. He patted his head and said, "Mother is not sad. "Even though father is gone, mother will always accompany you."
On the third day, Xiao Jinghan's capable generals, Lu Tian Zuo and Chang Yuanzhi, passed by the Li family village while supporting the coffin.
Along the way, even though His Majesty had acknowledged that Xiao Jinghan had sacrificed his life for the country, neither officials nor commoners came out to pay their respects.
Although they couldn't change the emperor's will, they could still avoid it.
When they arrived at the Li family village and saw the entire table full of offerings, the paper money that filled the sky, and the mother and son dressed in mourning clothes, everyone was dumbstruck.
Yi Qing pushed Steamed Bun forward, pointed at the coffin and said in a deep voice, "Steamed Bun, kowtow to your dad."
The little bun, dressed in his filial attire and with a face that did not match his age, knelt down on the ground and kowtowed three times in respect.
Yi Qing passed him another bowl of wine, "Send your father on his last journey."
Steamed Bun held the bowl with both hands and slowly spilled the wine in front of him.
The mother and son duo seemed to be immersed in their own world, completely oblivious to the somber atmosphere and grand scene before them.
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