"Little brother, are you dead?"

In the mountain forest, after the spring rain, many mushrooms emerge from the dead branches and leaves, with magnificent colors.

An eight or nine-year-old thin boy was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, motionless.

The boy was holding a small dagger in his hand, with a red gem embedded in the black handle, and the sharp blade gleamed coldly.

The boy was lying on his side, revealing half of his face, with exquisite facial features.

The pale cheeks were stained with blood, dotted with stars, adding a little weirdness to the rare beauty.

Beside him, there was a four or five-year-old little girl carved in jade.

The little girl is carrying a small bamboo basket on her back, which contains many beautiful mushrooms, which are colorful.

She tilted her little head, looked at the boy's bloodless face, and the milky little face was full of worry: "Little brother?"

Still no response from the boy.

The little girl blinked her dark and pure eyes, stretched out her short hand, and poked under the boy's nose.

Then, eyebrows and eyes curved: "It's still alive."

She got up, took the small bamboo basket from her back and put it aside, squatted back again, pulled the boy's shoulders, and with great effort, she turned him over.

The little girl raised her hand, and the chubby little hand was scarlet.

Bloody, horrible.

But she didn't panic or fear, she just frowned with a little disgust, then lowered her head to check.

The clothes on the boy's shoulders were torn, and several blood holes were exposed, and the blood was bubbling, and the black clothes were already soaked.

"I'm hurt." The little girl stretched out her hand to pick up the boy: "Little brother, Qianqian will take you home."

However, the strength of the small arms and legs is too weak, so tried twice, but it was in vain.

She turned her head and shouted in the direction she came from: "Brother Big Mao, someone here is injured, Qianqian can't hold her!"

The sweet and glutinous little voice of milk drifts away with the mountain wind.

But for a long time, there were only birds and insects, and no human voice.

The little girl wiped the blood from her hands on the grass: "Don't be afraid, Qianqian will save you."

Wiping off the blood on her hands, the little girl looked around, and saw that weeds were overgrown.

The only thing that can be eaten is only clumps of Kudingcai.

She grabbed a handful and put it in her mouth to chew.

Bitter and astringent, the little girl's face was wrinkled into a bun.

With puffed cheeks, he chewed quickly, chewed up the vegetables, spit them out, and applied them to the blood holes on the boy's shoulders.

Then he sat down on the ground and hugged the boy's head into his arms with great effort, just holding it like that.

"Don't be afraid, little brother, you'll be fine in a while."

While chattering, there was a sound of rustling grass in front.

Looking up, it turned out to be a semi-big gray wolf that was underage.

The gray wolf stood still, showing its sharp fangs, bared its teeth, and growled, attacking the two of them.

The fur on the wolf's neck was dripping with blood, as if it had been cut by a sharp weapon.

The little girl glanced at the dagger tightly held in the boy's hand, and understood.

He said, "You bit my little brother, and my little brother hurt you too."

Gray Wolf growled again.

The little girl beckoned: "Don't hurt him, how about I heal you?"

The gray wolf grunted, and walked over with trembling steps, the blood fell drop by drop on the ground, sinking into the soil.

It circled around the two of them, then approached the little girl to sniff.

The little girl casually picked up a handful of kudingcai and shook it at the wolf, her immature and innocent eyes were full of sincerity: "I won't hurt you."

Gray Wolf lowered his head and sniffed again, then bent down beside her legs.

"Hey, I'll be fine in a while."

The little girl reached out and touched Gray Wolf's head, chewed the bitter diced vegetable in her mouth, spit it out, and applied it to the deep and long wound.

The wound was too long, so she chewed a few handfuls of Kudingcai before dressing the wound well.

In the dense mountains, there is a little milk dumpling, holding an unconscious young boy in his arms, and a gray wolf obediently lying beside him.

The little girl is cute and beautiful, while the boy and the wolf are covered in blood.

The picture is indescribably weird, but also has a hint of inexplicable harmony.

After an unknown amount of time, the little girl removed the minced kudingcai from Gray Wolf's wound.

Seeing that the wound that was bleeding just now had stopped, it seemed to be healed.

The little girl patted Gray Wolf's head, coaxing in a childish and old-fashioned way: "It's all right, go home, don't hurt others easily in the future, and don't be hurt by others."

Gray Wolf got up, arched her body, and walked through the grass with a firm and steady pace.

The woods returned to calm, and the little girl looked down at the boy on her lap.

Seeing that he had woken up at some point, his beautiful phoenix eyes were half-opened and half-closed, not yet fully awake.

The little girl bent her eyes and said pleasantly, "Little brother, how are you?"

"Water." The boy's voice was weak and his eyes were blurred.

The little girl took off the small water bag on her waist and shook it, only to find that the water bag was empty.

"I'll help you find water, you wait for me."

She gently put the boy's head on the ground, got up, picked up the small bamboo basket, picked up the water bag, and walked away with short legs.

The boy looked at the small figure, his vision gradually blurred, and he passed out again.

"Qianqian, where did you go, I'm so anxious."

A boy about ten years old ran over with a machete in his hand and a basket on his back, sweating and panting.

When he saw the blood stains on the little girl's clothes, his face changed greatly in fright, and his voice changed: "Qianqian, are you injured?"

The little girl spun around with the small bamboo basket on her back, and said in a sweet voice, "Brother Big Mao, I'm fine!"

Li Damao patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief: "Then what's the matter with the blood?"

"A little brother was injured and he wanted to drink water." Qianqian shook the empty water bag in his hand.

The villagers around the mountains rely on the mountains to eat, go hunting, and pick mountain products everywhere. It is not surprising that some people are injured.

Li Damao patted the water bag on his waist: "I still have water here, take me to have a look."

Qianqian took Li Damao's hand and led him back to the place just now.

But it was found that there was only a dropped dagger on the ground, and the person had disappeared.

"Little brother?" Qianqian picked up the dagger, shouted in a circle, and looked around.

Li Damao squatted on the ground and observed carefully.

On the wet soil, there are blood stains, small footprints, traces of children lying down, footprints of adults, and the claw marks of wolves.

Li Damao frowned: "Qianqian, don't look for it anymore, the person you mentioned should have been rescued."

Da Mao's father is a hunter, and he has been hunting with him since he was a child, and he is good at tracking.

The little girl believed him and nodded her head: "That's good."

Li Damao got up, took the little girl's hand and hurried away: "There have been wolves here, let's leave quickly."

The little girl didn't say much, she hurried out of the forest with Li Damao and went down the mountain with a small bamboo basket on her back.

At the foot of the mountain, looking at the farmland in front of him and the village not far away, Li Damao let go of the little girl's hand.

Putting the bamboo basket on his back on the ground, throwing the hatchet away, leaning on his knees and gasping for breath: "Qianqian, the mountain is too dangerous, don't follow me from now on."

The little girl didn't want to, so she pouted: "Brother Big Mao, I promise I won't run around again next time."

She likes to go to the lush and verdant mountains.

Staying in the mountains, she is full of energy, comfortable from head to toe.

But she is the only daughter in the family, and she is the youngest, and her parents and brothers usually protect her tightly, so she is not allowed to run to the mountain where poisonous snakes and beasts often appear.

Today, my parents and my elder brother and my second elder brother went to the county town to go to the market to sell vegetables, and they put her next door at Aunt Li's house, so she got a chance to rely on my elder brother to take her up the mountain to pick mushrooms.

The little girl raised her head and bowed with her round fists: "Brother Big Mao, I will be obedient in the future, just take me with you."

A beautiful little girl, who looks like a baby, is so rare that people can't bear to refuse.

But when Li Damao thought of the wolf fur and blood that fell on the ground just now, he was afraid for a while.

Just now he was chasing a pheasant, and if he didn't pay attention, the little girl disappeared and was almost eaten by wolves.

He waved his hands again and again: "No, if something happens to you, let alone your parents, your elder brother and second elder brother will have to beat me to death."

Seeing his resolute attitude, the little girl took down the small bamboo basket, and like offering a treasure, she picked up the mushroom she picked up and put it in Li Damao's hand.

The voice of the baby was talking childishly: "Brother Big Mao, I'll give you the mushrooms I picked up, can you take me with you next time?"

"Oh my god, what kind of things are you picking up, little girl!"

Looking at the red, blue and purple mushrooms held in the little girl's hands, Li Damao's face turned green.

"Qianqian, when we went up the mountain just now, Brother Da Mao told you that this kind of mushroom is poisonous, and you will die if you eat it."

He shook the little girl's wrist and threw those colorful mushrooms on the ground.

Then he dumped all the mushrooms in the little girl's bamboo basket on the ground, and stomped them wildly with his feet.

Seeing those beautiful mushrooms being trampled to pieces, the little girl licked her lips with a distressed expression.

Li Damao took out the mushrooms in his back basket and filled Liu Ruoqian's small bamboo basket to the brim: "Remember, this kind of mushrooms are edible."

The two carried their own baskets, and Li Damao took the little girl's hand and left.

While walking, he muttered: "Let's go, it's getting late, I'll go back to your house later, you changed your clothes, I'll ask my sister to wash it for you..."

The little girl clutched the dagger she picked up, and turned her head frequently as she walked, her eyes full of pity.

She roasted and ate such beautiful mushrooms secretly, they were so delicious.

But she can't tell anyone about this.

Because others will die if they eat it, but she won't.

ten years later.

Jin Palace.

Inside the Changning Palace, the lights were brightly lit.

Blood flowed all over the teak floor in the hall.

The two corpses of a man and a woman were all decapitated.

The new emperor, Lu Rengu, was dressed in black uniform, with one leg bent, leaning on the golden nanmu soft couch, with a relaxed posture.

A man who has just turned twenty years old, with sword eyebrows drawn into his temples, eyes as deep as the sea, and a straight nose, is as handsome as a god.

The thin lips were slightly curved, with a lazy expression.

The bright red blood splattered on the pale cheeks made him look like a Shura from hell.

His hands are well-articulated, slender and powerful.One hand was casually resting on his leg, and the other hand was holding a dagger with a black handle.

As the candle flame danced, the sharp blade emitted a faint cold light.

Thirty feet away, more than a dozen court ladies and eunuchs bowed their heads and knelt on the ground, trembling and dripping with cold sweat.

Behind them stood two people, Zou Qi, the commander of the guards with cold faces, and Quan Fu, the chief eunuch, both of them were silent.

After a long time, Lu Rengu waved his hand casually.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Zou Qi responded, turned around and went out to give instructions.

After a while, four guards came in and carried out the two corpses and heads expressionlessly.

The eunuch Quan Fu whispered to the eunuchs and court ladies kneeling on the ground: "Quickly get up and tidy up."

Everyone stood up silently as if they had been pardoned. Those who fetched water, those who mopped the floor, those who burned incense, got busy.

Everyone was silent, but their movements were extremely skillful and they cooperated tacitly.

Obviously, what happened at this moment is the norm.

Everyone was busy quietly, Lu Rengu got up and walked towards the apse.

The chief eunuch Quan Fu raised his foot to follow, but also remembered the rule of three feet, so he had to stop at the same place.

After hesitating for a moment, he tentatively opened his mouth: "Your Majesty, the lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion has been sent to the palace today."