bestfiction Chapter 847 Stranded Under a Bridge, Training His Left Hand
Chapter 847 Stranded Under a Bridge, Training His Left Hand
After repeated confirmation, the noble young men realized that Song Ruier's right hand was crippled and that Princess Zhenguo didn't seem to like him. How dare he offend Princess Zhenguo!
Even if they felt a little pity for his right hand because of their past relationship, they still kept their distance from him.
This news also reached Young Master Liu's ears.
Young Master Liu was disappointed that his hopes over the past few years had been dashed, but he could only accept his fate.
However, Pang You can no longer live in his house.
If it were just a matter of hand disability, he would take pity on Pang You and let him stay a little longer. But the problem was that he felt immense pressure in the face of the title of Princess Zhenguo, and he dared not take in someone who opposed her.
Song Ruier sneered inwardly, and this mockery was reflected on her face.
"As expected, you all only care about my fame and fortune, and the benefits I will bring you in the future. Now that you see me in dire straits, you all avoid me like the plague. How cold and indifferent people are!"
Young Master Liu's expression immediately turned serious.
"Haven't we brought any benefits to Young Master Pang? We've provided for your food, lodging, and everything else you've used over the years, especially me. I've done my best to help you. Now, all we're doing is taking back the house that belongs to me, and you're acting so sarcastic, saying I'm heartless. Have you repaid me even a little for all that I've done?"
Young Master Liu snorted: "What right do you have to say such things?"
Without any hesitation, he ordered them to leave: "Pack your things and get out of here. I don't keep idle people here."
Song Ruier was furious, but his master came to drive him away with his men, and he was powerless to do anything about it.
They could only take their own book box.
On this moonless, pitch-black night, Song Ruier wandered around like a headless fly, trying to find a dilapidated courtyard to take shelter in, only to be chased away by the homeless beggars inside.
He had no choice but to go to the bottom of the bridge.
At dawn, Song Ruier knelt in front of her book box, spread out her brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, pressed down the paper with her right hand, and then clumsily practiced writing with her left hand.
He endured the chill of early spring, wearing only a thin shirt, shivering from the cold, but his eyes were filled with unwavering determination.
He won't lose. He has achieved academic success and is full of knowledge. As long as he doesn't give up, he will definitely succeed.
Those who abandon him will not have a good ending.
In the distance, Qiao Lian'er stood on the third floor of the teahouse, watching the figure under the bridge.
To be honest, she sometimes really admired Song Ruier.
As long as he has a breath left, as long as he can still crawl, and as long as his path isn't completely blocked, he will use every available opportunity to desperately try to turn the tables.
Even if he lost a hand, or even if he only had a toe left, he would use it to practice calligraphy and to carry his knowledge.
It's such a pity that such a person is full of darkness and doesn't follow the right path.
Mutai was finally released.
In fact, when he learned that Prince Takumi had fallen into the hands of the Great Swamp Kingdom, Khan Mayu realized that something was amiss.
Because of the heavy defenses, it would be very difficult for Prince Takumi, who was imprisoned, to leave the Kingdom of Da Nu.
Khan Zhenyou couldn't help but think that regarding Mu Tai's warning, Qiao Lian'er was no ordinary person. She had a body of flesh and blood, but she possessed special abilities that were beyond the reach of ordinary people.
It's no wonder that the more than twenty tribal alliances that marched south to attack the Great Swamp Kingdom suffered heavy losses.
No wonder Mu Tai always lost to her, and lost miserably.
Mayu broke out in a cold sweat, her head throbbing and the pressure mounting.
However, instead of releasing Mutai immediately, he kept him imprisoned for several months.
As a Great Khan, he still felt that Mutai was incompetent and could not share his burdens.
Torture him for a few months and teach him a lesson.
Now, Mu Tai seems to have had all his flesh and blood drained away. He has lost dozens of pounds, and his face is just a layer of skin sticking to his bones. His eye sockets are empty, and his eyes are frighteningly sunken. His hair is dry and messy like weeds.
He had completely lost his energy and spirit.
After resting for half a month, he slowly regained some consciousness.
The first thing to do is to go and express my gratitude to Khan Mayu.
"This is the consequence of your repeated failures. I'm sparing your life only because you abandoned the entire Great Swamp Kingdom to seek refuge with the Da Nu Kingdom. Some of your actions have indeed been of considerable help to the Da Nu Kingdom," said Khan Zhenyou.
"It is because I am incompetent. If I also possessed special skills, how could I have allowed Qiao Lian'er to be so arrogant?"
Mu Tai appeared to be expressing his feelings, but in reality, he was shirking responsibility. No one could possess Qiao Lian'er's abilities; anyone who faced her would lose.
Khan Zhenyou's face was cold and gloomy: "The Da Nu Kingdom wants to swallow up the entire Da Ze Kingdom. Qiao Lian'er is the number one enemy. If we get rid of her first, we won't have too many worries."
People like this are extremely difficult to deal with; they cannot be dealt with simply by increasing military strength or national treasury revenue.
Special people require special methods.
"What's your plan?" asked the Great Khan.
“Unless we can find someone with special skills to serve the Great Khan, so that he won’t be at a disadvantage when fighting Qiao Lian’er, I don’t believe that only Qiao Lian’er in this world has these extraordinary abilities. However, it will take time to find him, and I can’t guarantee it. I’m afraid that I might disappoint the Great Han again.”
After careful consideration, Khan Zhenyou said, "From now on, you should focus on this matter. Put the gunpowder aside for now and find such a person as soon as possible. Otherwise, Qiao Lian'er will always be a troublesome obstacle."
Mu Tai stepped out of the palace tent, looking at the sky with a somber gaze. During this time, he had almost lost all his will and energy, with only his hatred for Qiao Lian'er sustaining him to live on.
Yes, his purpose in life is to defeat Qiao Lian'er and send him to hell.
A group of people, weary from their journey, arrived outside the gates of the capital.
They looked like they had gone through a long and arduous journey; their faces were weathered, their clothes were tattered and covered in mud, and they resembled beggars.
This group included elderly people, men, women, and children.
Their gazes passed through the gates of the capital city and looked into the streets inside, their faces filled with amazement and envy.
"So this is the capital city. The capital city is so prosperous that ordinary people can hardly imagine it."
"Yes, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have dreamed of such a scene. This is just the entrance; I wonder what it will be like inside."
A middle-aged man with a square face and a full beard said.
His wife stared intently into the gate.
“We made the right choice to come to the capital. It’s like a paradise. Lian’er has been enjoying a life of luxury with the Qiao family in the capital, eating and drinking well and living without any worries. It’s time for her to take a turn for us.”