Deposed Empress General

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Chapter 2: Begging Me

She forgot her name, but only remembered that she was born in a small mountain village, her father died early, and she had a gentle but cowardly mother. Should she be surnamed Bai or what is her name? I really don't remember, but it doesn't matter anymore, she has a new name-Zuolanglang. Unlike the girl's name, when that person saw her, she couldn't tell whether she was a man or a woman.

She was sent to an orphan camp, where she asked a few strange men to be "masters" and began to learn martial arts and literacy. Gradually, she also knew that person's name-Murong Yan. The second prince of the Great Swallow Kingdom is so distinguished that they can only bow down and not look directly.

Dayan has been fighting and famine for years. Every child here is an orphan. He happened to be rescued by chance and was placed here.

The fight has never stopped since the first day here. The "masters" taught them how to compete rudely and effectively-with more than 300 children, they only put food for half of the population. Any kind of injury will make them more and more disadvantaged, and eventually be eliminated.

And every time you rob food, you deprive your companion of the chance to survive. Although some children will become partners and **** more food, there are actually no companions here. Zuolanglang never remembers their names, because no one knows who will be absent tomorrow. She does not make friends, and never pleases those so-called "masters". She was like a lone wolf, and when she had enough of her food, she left silently.

Other children would not easily provoke her. After she injured two children who robbed her of food, everyone assumed that she was a species that did not need to be provoke.

In addition to her in the camp, there is another person who is not necessary to provoke, also a girl named Leng Feiyan. A madman who practiced nine hours a day, combined with extraordinary talents, the entire orphan camp would not even offend her easily.

Zuo Canglang and her always did not commit well water, and Leng Feiyan didn't bother to challenge her. For a while, everything was fine.

That night, the left wolf was already asleep, but was woken up by a strange sound. She listened sideways to her ears, only to find it curious-this ... like a cry? The whole orphan camp, I haven't heard cry for a long time. Because the crybabies are slowly disappearing?

She sat up and went out of the dormitory. There was a little boy under the pomegranate tree outside. The boy was about six or seven years old. He was born thinner than his peers, but his skin was fair and delicate. The left wolf stood beside for a while, but did not pass. Children like this can't live here for three days and don't need to bother.

She turned around to see Leng Feiyan coming from the search. The eyes of the two people staggered, but for a moment, they both moved away. Not friends, but not enemies for the time being. They did not say hello, Leng Feiyan only glanced at the boy, shrugged, and turned back to the dormitory.

After a while, a master came over and rebuked loudly from afar. Leaving the dormitory at night is a heavy responsibility if found. These "Master" legends are from rivers and lakes, with strange temperaments, and the children who died in their hands are not a few. The left wolf didn't know what he was thinking, and two steps forward to pick up the boy, one jumped into the tree. The boy was stunned. Although he had just arrived, he knew the rules here. A "Master" passed under the tree without looking up, and quickly left.

Zuolanglang let go of the boy. He didn't go down, but just said, "My father, my mother and my sister are dead. It's noon today."

Zuolanglang glanced at him and said, "I don't intend to know about you," the boy froze, and she added: "No one here will care about these things." After that, he was thrown from the tree Came down. As soon as something on the tree passed by, the left wolf was slightly stiff and slowly looked up. I saw a snake coiling on the tree shrews, seeming to be disturbed by them, and looked out.

The snake had black flowers and spit out the letter. The left wolf shot almost instantly, and the snake was lifted away. Almost embarrassedly went down the tree and drew himself into the dormitory.

The next day, when the left wolf got up and did morning exercises, he met the boy again. Sure enough, he didn't grab a hoe, and the left wolf just looked at it and didn't manage it. Compassion is a luxury here. The boy started two years later than everyone else, but the "Masters" did not intend to teach him alone. He can only follow the class with everyone. Then he was insulted by other children during the practice.

In the evening, Zuo Canglang finished his exercises, and as soon as he returned to the dormitory, he heard someone knocking on the window. She poked her head out, and the boy stood outside the window. She asked, "What's up?"

The boy handed her a small cloth bag and said, "It contains phoenix grass and green wood incense, which is a snake repellent." Zuo Canglang froze and asked, "Why do you send me this?" After thinking about it, he asked "You know herbs?"

The boy said, "My ancestors are all doctors, you take it." Zuolanglang held the simple sachet in his hand, and his nose was faint.

Sometimes people cannot talk to each other, let alone ask each other's names. Because once talking, there will be friendship, and the other person will be regarded as a living kind. Zuo Langlang knew it was a mistake, but she still asked, "What's your name?"

The boy said, "My surname is Yang, and my name is Yang Lianting."

Since then, the left wolf has a little tail, and she has to spend time teaching him some martial arts foundations and helping him **** some food. Over two years here, she has a companion. Ancestor Yang Lianting practiced medicine for the last generation, but his father, Yang Jinyu, was elected as an official. However, he was convicted and plagiarized. Murong Yan thought Yang Lianting had a good qualification and rescued him and brought him here. But no one cares, this young master has been respected from a young age, how to live in the environment here.

Zuo Canglang robs him every day and teaches him martial arts every day. He was rather upset, catching up day by day. The two soon became inseparable.

On this day, "Master" arranged for the children to practice, just to arrange Yang Lianting and Leng Feiyan. Leng Feiyan is not a sympathizer. She threw lightning fast. Where was Yang Lianting's opponent, she was fussed and stepped back. The left blue wolf didn't see well. He pulled an arrow and fired an arrow. Leng Fei was furious. With a long sword in his hand, he blocked the arrow and glared at the left wolf. Zuolanglang looked at her calmly, and the teenagers were already accustomed to watching and watching, and for a moment no one spoke.

Leng Feiyan said, "What do you mean?"

Zuo Canglang said: "It's just practice. There is no need to see blood, right?"

Leng Feiyan still had to speak, and "Master" there shouted, "What's the matter ?!"

She glanced at the left wolf and did not speak again. These people are not their fathers or their mothers. No one will ask them to do justice for themselves.

When he left the school grounds, Yang Lianting said, "Leng Feiyan is very good." Zuo Canglang didn't speak, and he went on to say, "I'm afraid she won't just let it go."

Zuo Canglang then said, "That's my business." She strode forward, and Yang Lianting followed silently, and didn't speak again.

In the afternoon, "Masters" brought everyone out. The orphan camp is hidden in a barren mountain, and they often teach everyone to set up traps or set ambush on the mountain. A group of left wolf and Yang Lianting were laying traps, and the wind behind them suddenly approached. As soon as the left wolf lowered his head, Leng Fei Yan Jianruo rushed over her head!

She rolled on the spot and pulled away. However, before it was time to take down the bow and arrow, Leng Feiyan had once again stepped forward. The two were fighting together, and the Masters did not intend to ask questions. For them, it doesn't matter who is here or who is missing.

Zuo Canglang was entangled by Leng Fei Yan Jianguang. Although the two had been in the camp for about the same time, Leng Feiyan was undoubtedly above her regardless of talent or hard work. Leng Feiyan was fierce, but for a moment, the left wolf and his right hand had seen blood.

Leng Feiyan didn't seem to expect that she could hold on for so long, pressing even harder. Suddenly, there was a noise behind him. Leng Feiyan turned his back on the knife, but the dust came on his face! She raised her face coldly, her heart was furious, and a sword waved, puncturing Yang Lianting who threw sand behind her!

However, here, the left wolf is out of sleep, with a long arrow in his hand, and it is an arrow in front of her. She closed her eyes and waved the sword to avoid, but the left wolf's arrow was strong, one arrow came out, and the last arrow hit her chest! Leng Feiyan knew what it meant to be injured here, and now he didn't dare to come and turn around.

The left wolf drew his bow and arrow and stepped forward to lift Yang Lianting. Yang Lianting bleeds blood. He pressed his wound in one hand, his consciousness was still sober, and said softly, "I ... I don't think my injury is serious ..." Find some rhododendron leaves, and I can stop the blood first ... "

He was scared, even his voice was shaking-in such an environment, no one would want a companion who was seriously injured and dying, right? The left wolf pretended not to see and said, "Hmm."

She found some rhododendron leaves, Yang Lianting chewed the leaves, applied them to the wound, and ripped the cloth. The left wolf lifted him up, he pushed her hand away and said, "I can do it myself."

He gritted his teeth, stubborn and strong. The left wolf followed behind him and said nothing. The next day, however, he started a high fever. Zuolang was sitting in front of his bed and saw that his entire face was burning red, his lips were cracking, and sometimes nonsense. There is nothing new about talking nonsense, just calling dad, mother, and sister constantly.

The left wolf brought him food, but others were unconscious and could not swallow anything. Zuo Canglang walked out of his dormitory, so he had a high fever, or he would die soon?

He needs to see the doctor, no matter how bad it is, a little fever medicine can do it. But here ... who has seen the doctor again?

Zuo Langlang went out, in fact, he didn't need to care about it, but he died alone. She was standing next to a round wooden pillar, seeing the small hole in it that had been wormed, thinking of him shaking and saying, "I don't think my injury is serious."

Actually, it's not all that can be done. She pursed her lips and determined to approach the new row of dormitories. In the room, several "Masters" were drinking. Zuolang was standing at the table, and for the first time he found it really difficult to ask for help. She lowered her head desperately: "Master, Yang Lianting was injured and has a high fever, please ... help him."

When several men heard the words, they felt like they were drunk. Someone laughed, "You ... just ask for someone? You have to ask someone for something like that. I want you to teach me?"

The left blue wolf flexed his knees and knelt down: "Masters, save Yang Lianting."

The man laughed, and gently touched her shoulders with both hands, and drunk whispered, "You broke into our room like this and put on such a soft gesture ... It's ... easy to make people misunderstand."

The left wolf was stiff, and felt that hand slide along the neckline. She trembled slightly, trying to avoid, but finally did not move. It felt like a snot crawling over, leaving cold, disgusting slime.

A face approached her face with heavy wine, and her lips kissed her earlobe. The voice whispered in her ear: "Oh, obediently, that's right. Come, be more honest."

The left wolf was holding the corner of her clothing tightly with her right hand, and she was not surprised by such a request. What kind of people these "Masters" are and how cruel they are, she always knew. The starved children here, like the starved wild dogs, are buried extravagantly.

After a moment, she slowly eased off her belt, exposing the white lining. Several men laughed, and someone whispered, "Don't go too far?" After all, it was the Highness who brought him, and maybe he would work together in the future.

The blood on his left wolf's lips faded, and he gritted his teeth to the ground: "Please save Yang Lianting, I ... I am willing to meet any request of the Masters."

The humiliation and anger made her tremble like a leaf, and she wanted to leave countless times!

But no ... still don't leave, go back and watch Yang Lianting slowly die. When I think about it later, I also hate myself who can't persist at this time, right?

Tears slowly lashed into her eyelashes, and she let her eyes swallow slowly. One hand was free on her back, and the wound that Leng Feiyan had scratched was exposed to everyone's eyes. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth gently, and everything would pass. I can bear the burden, and I can bow down. Regardless of his life or death, at least I have done my best. A tear fell to the ground, and she felt disgusted. Haven't you decided? Who are you crying for? !!

Shocked, the door was pushed open, the wind brought in the sun, and the wine was blown away. The left wolf raised his head, and saw a man at the door. His body was upright, his black clothes were blurred by tears, and rolled like a devil under the full moon.

The left wolf stunned, and saw a flash of coldness in his hand, the sword passed. The four people in the room did not know what had happened, but slowly softened. Then blood splattered!

It's Murong Yan! The left wolf leaped up, avoiding the sword light, and quickly picked up his clothes.

"Lord!" She knelt down and walked in front of him a few steps. Murong Yan had a murder in her eyes, but was surprised at the speed at which she avoided the sword. After thinking about it, she did not start. The little hand was pulling at his horn, and the owner's voice was low and hoarse: "Lord, please, save Yang Lianting."

He looked down at her, tiptoed her chin, and whispered, "Please, me? What do you ask for me?"

She looked up, looked directly into his eyes, and said, "All, all of me!"

Perhaps confused by the seriousness in her eyes, Murong Yan slowly said, "OK, I accept."