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Chapter 140 140: Return home, Wu Shaoming (1)

Naturally, Gui Shang would not stupidly tell him all that, but half-truths and half-falsehoods are often the highest level of lies.

She sighed slightly, "I've been dreaming about floods and waves lately. If it happens once in a while, it can be said to be a coincidence, but if I have such a dream every day, I can't say..."

The worry in Gui Shang's eyes did not seem to be fake, and he looked up at the sky outside, "Coupled with the recent rainy weather, like a child changing faces, my heart is always beating fast in my chest, and I always feel that something will happen. Something big happened..."

Ye Jin frowned, feeling that this person might still be hiding a lot from him.

However, seeing as the other party specially sent someone to tell him, he could turn a blind eye to these harmless concealments.

Ye Jin restrained all his exposed emotions, half-casting his eyes and said calmly: "...That's probably it. I have ordered that boy to be brought to your guards."

"The king has already ordered people to prepare the silver notes and jewelry, and they are on the carriage."

Faced with such an obvious order to expel guests, it was impossible for Gui Shang not to understand. She curled her lips and her eyes collided with it, as if she had expected it.

Ye Jin narrowed his eyes and suddenly smiled.

"Miss Shang, see you later."

Gui Shang took a deep look at him, and Ye Jin couldn't understand the rolling emotions in his eyes, "See you soon."

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I went to the prince's house empty-handed. Who would have known that when I came back, I would not only have more people, but also have so much more money.

Although the two of them didn't know what they were talking about that made the regent treat their master differently, and even gave him so many things, his level of arrogance was comparable to that of a rich boy with too much money and nowhere to spend it. .

But in the end, they were the ones who benefited from this matter. Wei Changying couldn't be happier just looking at those things.

Although Chisi was not as happy as Wei Changying, who was so happy that he wanted to sing a song, his heart that left his master had only now settled into reality, and his tense nerves had also relaxed.

Next to Chi Si was a disheveled young man. The young man was holding a weed that he had picked up at some point in his mouth. He was sitting in a crooked posture, staring straight at the banknotes and jewelry without any concealment. The jewelry looks quite like a philistine hooligan.

Chisi frowned when he saw him subconsciously frowning like this, and scolded in a low voice: "Shaoming, this is our master, and she is also the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister. Control your eyes, you are too presumptuous!"

Wu Shaoming chuckled inexplicably, "Master, it turns out that he is so rich..."

At first, he accepted the fact that he had found a blood relative, but he didn't expect that his brother had become one of those powerful people, and even addressed him as the eldest lady.

He couldn't help but sneer at this. In the imperial capital, those dignitaries who set their sights on the top had stepped on countless blood and bones to get to the top of the pyramid. Under the word power, there were countless innocent corpses and souls accumulated.

Maybe it’s because they’ve been accustomed to the warmth and coldness of human relationships since they were young, or maybe it’s just because the so-called “powerful people” look down on them from the bottom of their hearts. In the imperial capital, a place where every inch of land is rich and luxurious, beggars like them live like aliens. .

Being evicted is a common occurrence and they are used to it.

Picking up garbage and fighting for food with wild dogs are daily occurrences.

But even so, those high-ranking dignitaries were still not satisfied, and even wanted to kill them all.

In Wu Shaoming's limited memory, he and the hungry children had no dignity at all just for a little food every day, while those powerful people were rich in wine and meat.

In contrast, Wu Shaoming had endless boredom with the dignitaries of the imperial capital over the years.

He hated their condescending attitude, and hated the fact that they could clearly ignore it but chose to use it to enjoy themselves.

What he hates even more is that these powerful people don't regard their lives as fate at all. Those powerful people look down on them from the bottom of their hearts. He could even remember it very clearly now. It was probably a snowy day when he made himself very embarrassed in order to find some food. In the end, he only found a meat pie in a patch of snow that someone had taken one bite and then refused.

The meatloaf was so pitifully forgotten there, much like him.

This patty is very dirty. In fact, it has been frozen hard for a long time.

But for the hungry children at that time, it was undoubtedly a life-saving medicine.

Just when he happily thought that he could finally have a full meal, the little fat man who didn't know where he came from suddenly appeared in front of him and fiercely snatched the meat pie back.

This was undoubtedly a huge blow to Wu Shaoming, who was in his early childhood and had been hungry for several days.

So the little beggar knelt down directly, with tears and snot running down his face and a weak voice, just for the meat pie that had been bitten.

After that, Wu Shaoming couldn't remember clearly. It seemed that he had experienced something very painful, and the memory in his mind just stopped at kneeling down.

In the eyes of most people, kneeling down before one's peers is undoubtedly an extremely humiliating thing, but for those beggars who are about to starve to death, it is the least valuable thing.

In order to survive, they can do anything, any dirty work, as long as they have a stutter.

No matter how humiliating or heartbreaking it is, you have to endure it forcefully. There is no other way, someone said.

Those "predecessors" told them that if you want to survive here, you must first treat yourself as a dog.

He has no dignity, is extremely humble, and is willing to do anything to survive.

Wu Shaoming couldn't help but sneer as he thought about it, and the look in his eyes was full of despicable sarcasm.

If one's life is gone, it doesn't matter whether it's a human or a dog.

So he bent his straight back bit by bit with his own hands, throwing away the so-called dignity piece by piece.

He crushed his soul step by step, and he witnessed it all with his own eyes.

In order to survive, he used all means.

It wasn't until that accident that he realized that he still had relatives.

——Still his own brother.

When he saved himself, Wu Shaoming's long-dead heart would always beat inexplicably when he looked at the face that was three-thirds like his own.

He thought that he also had relatives who had a similar face and the same last name as himself.

The young man's begging while he was tossing and turning in the middle of the night finally moved God and gave him a little hope on the rough and thorny road.

From then on, he was no longer alone, he had a brother.

It can be said that the recent period has been Wu Shaoming's happiest few days. When he learned that the other party was going to deliver a letter to his master, he volunteered because he was afraid that his brother would never return after he left.

(End of this chapter)