Goblin Goblin: Don't flirt, the villain is blackening

Chapter 758 Final Chapter The Gods Return 47

But the man said softly: "I haven't tasted it yet, little guy, do you mind sharing it with me?"

The little beggar gave him an overnight cornbread, and he thought viciously that the other person would dislike it after taking two bites, slow down his chewing movements, and even frown.

If he has a bad temper, he may get angry at him and embarrass him; if he is lucky and meets a well-mannered person, the other person will most likely frown politely, calmly stop eating, and then look at him apologetically.

At that time, he can drive people away openly.

But until a steamed bun was about to enter his stomach, the man's expression did not change, there was no frown, no disgust, and the frequency of chewing did not decrease, as if he was enjoying some kind of delicacy.

The little beggar was unwilling to snatch the cold and hard wowotou and took a bite.

"Pooh."

Still tastes just as bad.

"Don't you think it tastes bad?"

He looked at him warily, like a small animal raising its barbs.

The man's smile was still warm, as if he could see through his inner thoughts:

"How can I, a freeloader, have the right to dislike food?"

The little beggar lowered his head and pursed his lips, with complex emotions flowing through his heart.

He did not lie to him hypocritically and said that the wowotou was not delicious.

Unpalatable.

But he doesn't mind it.

………

The man stayed for three days and his injuries were not serious.

"Little guy, you saved me. I want to thank you. Is there anything you want?"

The little beggar has no big ambitions. He just wants to be clothed, fed, and no longer beaten. When he grows up, he can be a small businessman and a hawker so that he can support himself.

"No."

He pursed his lips and lowered his head.

The man looked at the child, who had only reached the height of his thighs, and sighed inaudibly. His big hands, which were as good as works of art, covered his head and rubbed it gently. His tone was gentle and unreasonable.

"What a stubborn little guy."

The man left the next day and brought him ten thousand taels of silver.

With the silver coins, the little beggar no longer suffered from hunger and cold. However, every time it rained, when the raindrops fell from the eaves, he would occasionally think of the warm hands above his head.

On the day he left, the rainy season had just arrived.

…

When we met again, he was the top scholar in high school, and he was a young guard who had just entered the palace.

Because of a love letter, his talents were fully displayed, and Emperor Qianlong was very happy and rewarded him with twenty boxes of gold, silver and jewelry, and hundreds of paintings and calligraphy.

For a time, he was in the limelight.

The little beggar secretly looked at him on the way down. The man looked indifferent and did not look back, as if he did not know him.

That's right.

Today is no different than before. He is now a popular figure in front of the emperor, and the prime minister intends to win over him. How can he care about an unknown little guard?

But two days later, he was slapped in the face again.

The two of them met by chance while boating on the lake. He smiled as warmly as when he rubbed his head five years ago.

"The little guy has grown up."

His tone was filled with emotion, and the gentleness in his eyes seemed to drown someone.

Unlike the aloof No. 1 Scholar in the court, he always had a smile in his eyes in front of him.

Later he learned that he deliberately distanced himself from him in the palace because there were too many people in the palace who were jealous of him.

He was favored by the emperor as soon as he entered the official career. He was upright and upright, and soon became a thorn in the eyes of many people.

The scene changed and he was promoted to President Ouchi, but he was thrown into prison in prison uniform.

"Left Prime Minister Ji Chi colluded with foreign ministers, controlled the government, conveyed His Majesty's will, and will be executed in three days!"

As soon as the imperial edict came out, the little beggar broke into the prison at night for the first time in his life.

"You come with me."

He sat cross-legged, even though he was wearing prison uniform, he was as graceful and gentle as jade: "Where are you going?"

Little beggar: "The world is big and the earth is big. As long as I can leave a life, I can go anywhere."

The smile in his eyes was deeper, without any embarrassment of a prisoner, and he said calmly:

"The right minister has been fighting with me for twelve years, and he will not let me go easily. You can't go far with me. Little guy, you still have family and friends. Be good and don't let them worry."

He is behind bars, but worried about his situation.

The little beggar finally left.

On the day of Wenzhan, he didn't let him go.

"It's ugly, so don't look at it." He said with a smile.

On the day of the execution, he still went to the execution ground. Among the people on the three floors inside and three outside, he stood on the outside and did not squeeze in.

If he doesn't want him to read it, then he won't read it.

"Be good."

He closed his eyes, filled with tenderness when he said these words.

…

The little beggar spent fifteen years to rehabilitate Ji Chi.

001 watched him hang on by a thread time and time again, was seriously injured and vomited blood time and time again, went to jail time and time again, watched him pretend to surrender to the right prime minister, and search for evidence that the right prime minister harmed the people.

At the beginning of the third year of Chunhe, with a snow edict, the number one scholar who once amazed the capital was finally avenged, and his contributions to the people were recorded in history books.

When thousands of people were singing his praises, the little beggar, who was almost in his final years, came to his tombstone.

Only he knows where Ji Chi is buried.

The monument he erected for him.

"I almost didn't stick to this path."

It's too difficult.

It's too difficult.

Foolish king and traitorous party.

It is really difficult to be an upright official serving the country and the people when the whole dynasty is full of evil people.

A drop of clear water falling into the turbid ocean is destined to be swallowed up.

Like Ji Chi, nothing is left.

The little beggar no longer looked as young and tender as before. His eyes were bottomless and his outline was tough.

"I won't come to see you for a long time from now on."

In the past, every time when he couldn't hold on anymore, he would come and sit in front of the tombstone, and he would sit there all night.

Spring and four years, winter.

Because of too many old illnesses and serious illness, the little beggar died.

Next to Ji Chi's grave, there has been an additional tombstone.

…

"Hey, are you okay? Wake up?"

When 001 regained consciousness throughout the night, there was dazzling light and a lush green forest above his head.

"Why doesn't he speak? Is he out of his mind?"

The male elf in silver armor patted 001's face and looked at his companion in confusion.

"Why don't you let the doctor come and take a look?"

The companion nodded and planned to help 001: "Okay, I will send him to the injury camp."

001 was hugged vigorously, he frowned and said hoarsely:

"No, I can leave by myself."

He fell into the Wangchuan River and survived.

"So you're not stupid?" The male elf looked surprised. "When did you come to the elves? How did you come from the stream in the south?"

To the south is the Wangchuan River, where there can be no living people.

001 raised his hand to rub his eyebrows, fully displaying the acting skills he learned from Quan Jiu:

"My mind is a little confused. I may have hit a rock and can't think of it right now."

The male elf didn't force himself, but instead had a look on his face:

"I just said there was something wrong with you being stupid. It turned out that you hit your brain."

001: "..."

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"Get up, I'll take you to the doctor."

This doctor was the same doctor who spoke well of Quanjiu in front of Her Majesty the Queen a few days ago, and he prescribed medicine.

"It's no big problem, just live a good life and cultivate yourself."

After saying that, I couldn't help but whisper.

"Why are there so many immortal cultivators coming to the Elf tribe recently..."

001's eyes lit up.

(End of chapter)