Chapter 376: 376
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When Pang ban and Jiang Cheng were sent away, it was time for Shen Hao to eat sour noodles. Xia Nu, a foolish slave, looked like sleeping eyes on the side, while red silk and Jinxiu had already curled up in the quilt and fell asleep.
"Go and get some more chili." Shen Hao breathed twice. The noodles still taste like that, but he wants to be heavier today.
"Ah? Oh!"
When she came back, Xia NV was holding a pottery pot with at least two kilograms of chili in it. You can add it as you like.
Shen Hao scooped up a spoonful and took another breath, feeling that it was appropriate. While eating, he suddenly asked, "have you ever hated me?"
Xia Nu was a little confused. She blinked and looked at Shen Hao and shook her head. She thinks her master is very good. She eats and drinks for her, buys beautiful clothes, has a comfortable house to live in, is bullied by others, and her master helps out. It's too late to be happy. How can she hate?
Seeing the clarity in Xia Nu's eyes as usual, Shen Hao's inexplicable heart was relieved.
Today, as like as two peas and Jiang Cheng, they look at the three slaves in the summer. Shen Hao sees them in the eyes. Compared to ordinary people like Hu Tian, these two eyes are different. It is true that no one sees the barbarians in the mind, just like three dogs or three vases. Shen Hao was shocked by this gap and worried that it would cast a shadow on Xia nu.
Shen Hao likes the three fox women at home. They are beautiful, lively, energetic and sensible. He really treats them as people, even close people.
This may be the difference in cognition and the fundamental difference between the two worlds.
"Have you ever hated the people who carried you away from the tribe? Do you hate them?"
"I hated them before. They're not good people. But I don't hate them now."
Shen Hao was curious and asked, "why don't you hate now?" according to Shen Hao's idea, if he were Xia Nu, he would definitely regard those slave traders as enemies with deep hatred. How can he not hate them?
"I'm still alive now. And they didn't abduct me, and I couldn't meet the master you." Xia Nu's idea is simple, which has something to do with the environment in which she lived since childhood. Life and death are common in the northwest of the barbarians. Famine, disease and robbery... It's common to be robbed by the barbarians in the East even if they are not kidnapped by the slave merchants. It depends on the way to live.
So Xia Nu is satisfied. She feels that she is very satisfied and happy compared with her not far past.
Shen Hao reached out and gently pinched Xia Nu's sharp ears. Xia Nu meekly pillowed her head on Shen Hao's knee. As long as she didn't twist hard, Xia Nu felt that her ears were very comfortable and hummed in her nose.
"Have you ever heard of Wang Ting?" Shen Hao's hands kept sharp and his ears were soft. It would be very hot and comfortable to pinch a few times.
"You know, uh... It's where the king of our barbarians is. But now the barbarians have no king and no royal court. I heard the old fox people say that the barbarians with royal court are very powerful and no worse than the Terrans."
Shen Hao narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard Yan, patted Xia NV's ass and asked her to open it. He picked up his bowl and continued to shout. At the same time, he asked, "if you continue to talk, just say what the king court you've heard is like."
Xia Nu was lying on Shen Hao's leg and felt comfortable and wanted to sleep. When she was photographed, she tooted her mouth. She was stared at by Shen Hao before she was honest and said, "it's just some ballads. If you want to hear them, I'll sing them to you?"
ballad?
Shen Hao remembered that it seemed that the barbarians had the habit of compiling their own history into songs and spreading them. And he never knew that Xia Nu would sing, so he nodded and motioned Xia Nu to sing to him.
"I can only sing a few songs, and I can't sing songs in other languages."
"Well, sing."
The language of the fox is common to the human race, and the songs of the Xia women's club are also the songs of the fox race. The melody is far from the music of the human race, but it's pleasant to listen carefully.
"I can't see the grass dam on the side, and the warriors dancing knives and guns are running towards the golden tent..."
In fact, the ballads are telling stories. They tell the story of the Royal Court of the barbarians in a certain period from its establishment to its glory and then to its decline. There are swords and halberds of Terrans, as well as killing and suffering. Anyway, the rise and fall are involved. After listening, Shen Hao thought it was fairly objective.
Of course, the role of the Terran in the ballad must be the "evil" party and the culprit of destroying the good life of the barbarians. The war initiated by the barbarians is explained by "the beautiful northern land needs the cultivation of the barbarians and the running of the barbarian cattle and sheep".
Shen Hao's noodles have been eaten up. He quietly watched Xia Nu sing songs, and found that the expression on Xia Nu's face also fluctuated with the songs.
The ballads of this kind of narration are very long, thousands of words, plus the bridge sections set off by the emotions back and forth. It will take a long time to sing a few songs.
"Do you want your barbarian court to reappear?"
"I hope! After the reappearance of the king's court, the barbarians can live a good life. And no one will bully us anymore. However, we don't have a king's court."
Shen Hao touched Xia Nu's head, asked her to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and then went down to have a rest.
After Xia Nu left, Shen Hao stood up from his chair, pushed open the window and looked at the haze and moonless darkness outside. For the first time, he felt a weight that made him uncomfortable.
Before, whether it was an evil friar or a sneaky, or fighting with all kinds of people, Shen Hao was always as determined as an iron stone. If you block my way, I will destroy you unless you take the initiative to give in. In terms of means, there is basically nothing to do. Bearing the name of "evil star", Shen Hao never feels wronged. He walked all the way and looked back on it.
But today he felt the pressure.
A kind of pressure from irreconcilable contradictions between races. It's like you think you want to fight with each other, but in fact they come with a knife. Winning or losing can only end with one of them dying. As long as you die, this kind of killing will be repeated without end.
This is not something Shen Hao has contacted before, and he has never considered it deeply.
War, especially the war mixed with feuds among races, is really different from everything Shen Hao has experienced before.
Xia Nu's performance tonight touched Shen Hao.
A slave who was obviously obedient to him, but also a slave who had a desolate past and was indifferent to life and death. Even this slave had a weak concept of hatred.
However, such a simple slave was elated when he mentioned the word "royal court", which seemed to resonate in his blood. That kind of look proved that the foolish slave did not recognize her current status as a "barbarian" and did not have the concept of "national hatred and family hatred", but she agreed with Wang Ting and subconsciously believed that the emergence of Wang Ting could bring her and all barbarians a better life.
Yearning for beauty is the most simple idea and the most powerful driving force for everyone.
Shen Hao couldn't help but secretly said: Maybe my understanding of "Wang Ting" is still too one-sided.
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When Pang ban and Jiang Cheng were sent away, it was time for Shen Hao to eat sour noodles. Xia Nu, a foolish slave, looked like sleeping eyes on the side, while red silk and Jinxiu had already curled up in the quilt and fell asleep.
"Go and get some more chili." Shen Hao breathed twice. The noodles still taste like that, but he wants to be heavier today.
"Ah? Oh!"
When she came back, Xia NV was holding a pottery pot with at least two kilograms of chili in it. You can add it as you like.
Shen Hao scooped up a spoonful and took another breath, feeling that it was appropriate. While eating, he suddenly asked, "have you ever hated me?"
Xia Nu was a little confused. She blinked and looked at Shen Hao and shook her head. She thinks her master is very good. She eats and drinks for her, buys beautiful clothes, has a comfortable house to live in, is bullied by others, and her master helps out. It's too late to be happy. How can she hate?
Seeing the clarity in Xia Nu's eyes as usual, Shen Hao's inexplicable heart was relieved.
Today, as like as two peas and Jiang Cheng, they look at the three slaves in the summer. Shen Hao sees them in the eyes. Compared to ordinary people like Hu Tian, these two eyes are different. It is true that no one sees the barbarians in the mind, just like three dogs or three vases. Shen Hao was shocked by this gap and worried that it would cast a shadow on Xia nu.
Shen Hao likes the three fox women at home. They are beautiful, lively, energetic and sensible. He really treats them as people, even close people.
This may be the difference in cognition and the fundamental difference between the two worlds.
"Have you ever hated the people who carried you away from the tribe? Do you hate them?"
"I hated them before. They're not good people. But I don't hate them now."
Shen Hao was curious and asked, "why don't you hate now?" according to Shen Hao's idea, if he were Xia Nu, he would definitely regard those slave traders as enemies with deep hatred. How can he not hate them?
"I'm still alive now. And they didn't abduct me, and I couldn't meet the master you." Xia Nu's idea is simple, which has something to do with the environment in which she lived since childhood. Life and death are common in the northwest of the barbarians. Famine, disease and robbery... It's common to be robbed by the barbarians in the East even if they are not kidnapped by the slave merchants. It depends on the way to live.
So Xia Nu is satisfied. She feels that she is very satisfied and happy compared with her not far past.
Shen Hao reached out and gently pinched Xia Nu's sharp ears. Xia Nu meekly pillowed her head on Shen Hao's knee. As long as she didn't twist hard, Xia Nu felt that her ears were very comfortable and hummed in her nose.
"Have you ever heard of Wang Ting?" Shen Hao's hands kept sharp and his ears were soft. It would be very hot and comfortable to pinch a few times.
"You know, uh... It's where the king of our barbarians is. But now the barbarians have no king and no royal court. I heard the old fox people say that the barbarians with royal court are very powerful and no worse than the Terrans."
Shen Hao narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard Yan, patted Xia NV's ass and asked her to open it. He picked up his bowl and continued to shout. At the same time, he asked, "if you continue to talk, just say what the king court you've heard is like."
Xia Nu was lying on Shen Hao's leg and felt comfortable and wanted to sleep. When she was photographed, she tooted her mouth. She was stared at by Shen Hao before she was honest and said, "it's just some ballads. If you want to hear them, I'll sing them to you?"
ballad?
Shen Hao remembered that it seemed that the barbarians had the habit of compiling their own history into songs and spreading them. And he never knew that Xia Nu would sing, so he nodded and motioned Xia Nu to sing to him.
"I can only sing a few songs, and I can't sing songs in other languages."
"Well, sing."
The language of the fox is common to the human race, and the songs of the Xia women's club are also the songs of the fox race. The melody is far from the music of the human race, but it's pleasant to listen carefully.
"I can't see the grass dam on the side, and the warriors dancing knives and guns are running towards the golden tent..."
In fact, the ballads are telling stories. They tell the story of the Royal Court of the barbarians in a certain period from its establishment to its glory and then to its decline. There are swords and halberds of Terrans, as well as killing and suffering. Anyway, the rise and fall are involved. After listening, Shen Hao thought it was fairly objective.
Of course, the role of the Terran in the ballad must be the "evil" party and the culprit of destroying the good life of the barbarians. The war initiated by the barbarians is explained by "the beautiful northern land needs the cultivation of the barbarians and the running of the barbarian cattle and sheep".
Shen Hao's noodles have been eaten up. He quietly watched Xia Nu sing songs, and found that the expression on Xia Nu's face also fluctuated with the songs.
The ballads of this kind of narration are very long, thousands of words, plus the bridge sections set off by the emotions back and forth. It will take a long time to sing a few songs.
"Do you want your barbarian court to reappear?"
"I hope! After the reappearance of the king's court, the barbarians can live a good life. And no one will bully us anymore. However, we don't have a king's court."
Shen Hao touched Xia Nu's head, asked her to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and then went down to have a rest.
After Xia Nu left, Shen Hao stood up from his chair, pushed open the window and looked at the haze and moonless darkness outside. For the first time, he felt a weight that made him uncomfortable.
Before, whether it was an evil friar or a sneaky, or fighting with all kinds of people, Shen Hao was always as determined as an iron stone. If you block my way, I will destroy you unless you take the initiative to give in. In terms of means, there is basically nothing to do. Bearing the name of "evil star", Shen Hao never feels wronged. He walked all the way and looked back on it.
But today he felt the pressure.
A kind of pressure from irreconcilable contradictions between races. It's like you think you want to fight with each other, but in fact they come with a knife. Winning or losing can only end with one of them dying. As long as you die, this kind of killing will be repeated without end.
This is not something Shen Hao has contacted before, and he has never considered it deeply.
War, especially the war mixed with feuds among races, is really different from everything Shen Hao has experienced before.
Xia Nu's performance tonight touched Shen Hao.
A slave who was obviously obedient to him, but also a slave who had a desolate past and was indifferent to life and death. Even this slave had a weak concept of hatred.
However, such a simple slave was elated when he mentioned the word "royal court", which seemed to resonate in his blood. That kind of look proved that the foolish slave did not recognize her current status as a "barbarian" and did not have the concept of "national hatred and family hatred", but she agreed with Wang Ting and subconsciously believed that the emergence of Wang Ting could bring her and all barbarians a better life.
Yearning for beauty is the most simple idea and the most powerful driving force for everyone.
Shen Hao couldn't help but secretly said: Maybe my understanding of "Wang Ting" is still too one-sided.
When Pang ban and Jiang Cheng were sent away, it was time for Shen Hao to eat sour noodles. Xia Nu, a foolish slave, looked like sleeping eyes on the side, while red silk and Jinxiu had already curled up in the quilt and fell asleep."Go and get some more chili." Shen Hao breathed twice. The noodles still taste like that, but he wants to be heavier today."Ah? Oh!"When she came back, Xia NV was holding a pottery pot with at least two kilograms of chili in it. You can add it as you like.Shen Hao scooped up a spoonful and took another breath, feeling that it was appropriate. While eating, he suddenly asked, "have you ever hated me?"Xia Nu was a little confused. She blinked and looked at Shen Hao and shook her head. She thinks her master is very good. She eats and drinks for her, buys beautiful clothes, has a comfortable house to live in, is bullied by others, and her master helps out. It's too late to be happy. How can she hate?Seeing the clarity in Xia Nu's eyes as usual, Shen Hao's inexplicable heart was relieved.Today, as like as two peas and Jiang Cheng, they look at the three slaves in the summer. Shen Hao sees them in the eyes. Compared to ordinary people like Hu Tian, these two eyes are different. It is true that no one sees the barbarians in the mind, just like three dogs or three vases. Shen Hao was shocked by this gap and worried that it would cast a shadow on Xia nu.Shen Hao likes the three fox women at home. They are beautiful, lively, energetic and sensible. He really treats them as people, even close people.This may be the difference in cognition and the fundamental difference between the two worlds."Have you ever hated the people who carried you away from the tribe? Do you hate them?""I hated them before. They're not good people. But I don't hate them now."Shen Hao was curious and asked, "why don't you hate now?" according to Shen Hao's idea, if he were Xia Nu, he would definitely regard those slave traders as enemies with deep hatred. How can he not hate them?"I'm still alive now. And they didn't abduct me, and I couldn't meet the master you." Xia Nu's idea is simple, which has something to do with the environment in which she lived since childhood. Life and death are common in the northwest of the barbarians. Famine, disease and robbery... It's common to be robbed by the barbarians in the East even if they are not kidnapped by the slave merchants. It depends on the way to live.So Xia Nu is satisfied. She feels that she is very satisfied and happy compared with her not far past.Shen Hao reached out and gently pinched Xia Nu's sharp ears. Xia Nu meekly pillowed her head on Shen Hao's knee. As long as she didn't twist hard, Xia Nu felt that her ears were very comfortable and hummed in her nose."Have you ever heard of Wang Ting?" Shen Hao's hands kept sharp and his ears were soft. It would be very hot and comfortable to pinch a few times."You know, uh... It's where the king of our barbarians is. But now the barbarians have no king and no royal court. I heard the old fox people say that the barbarians with royal court are very powerful and no worse than the Terrans."Shen Hao narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard Yan, patted Xia NV's ass and asked her to open it. He picked up his bowl and continued to shout. At the same time, he asked, "if you continue to talk, just say what the king court you've heard is like."Xia Nu was lying on Shen Hao's leg and felt comfortable and wanted to sleep. When she was photographed, she tooted her mouth. She was stared at by Shen Hao before she was honest and said, "it's just some ballads. If you want to hear them, I'll sing them to you?"ballad?Shen Hao remembered that it seemed that the barbarians had the habit of compiling their own history into songs and spreading them. And he never knew that Xia Nu would sing, so he nodded and motioned Xia Nu to sing to him."I can only sing a few songs, and I can't sing songs in other languages.""Well, sing."The language of the fox is common to the human race, and the songs of the Xia women's club are also the songs of the fox race. The melody is far from the music of the human race, but it's pleasant to listen carefully."I can't see the grass dam on the side, and the warriors dancing knives and guns are running towards the golden tent..."In fact, the ballads are telling stories. They tell the story of the Royal Court of the barbarians in a certain period from its establishment to its glory and then to its decline. There are swords and halberds of Terrans, as well as killing and suffering. Anyway, the rise and fall are involved. After listening, Shen Hao thought it was fairly objective.Of course, the role of the Terran in the ballad must be the "evil" party and the culprit of destroying the good life of the barbarians. The war initiated by the barbarians is explained by "the beautiful northern land needs the cultivation of the barbarians and the running of the barbarian cattle and sheep".Shen Hao's noodles have been eaten up. He quietly watched Xia Nu sing songs, and found that the expression on Xia Nu's face also fluctuated with the songs.The ballads of this kind of narration are very long, thousands of words, plus the bridge sections set off by the emotions back and forth. It will take a long time to sing a few songs."Do you want your barbarian court to reappear?""I hope! After the reappearance of the king's court, the barbarians can live a good life. And no one will bully us anymore. However, we don't have a king's court."Shen Hao touched Xia Nu's head, asked her to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and then went down to have a rest.After Xia Nu left, Shen Hao stood up from his chair, pushed open the window and looked at the haze and moonless darkness outside. For the first time, he felt a weight that made him uncomfortable.Before, whether it was an evil friar or a sneaky, or fighting with all kinds of people, Shen Hao was always as determined as an iron stone. If you block my way, I will destroy you unless you take the initiative to give in. In terms of means, there is basically nothing to do. Bearing the name of "evil star", Shen Hao never feels wronged. He walked all the way and looked back on it.But today he felt the pressure.A kind of pressure from irreconcilable contradictions between races. It's like you think you want to fight with each other, but in fact they come with a knife. Winning or losing can only end with one of them dying. As long as you die, this kind of killing will be repeated without end.This is not something Shen Hao has contacted before, and he has never considered it deeply.War, especially the war mixed with feuds among races, is really different from everything Shen Hao has experienced before.Xia Nu's performance tonight touched Shen Hao.A slave who was obviously obedient to him, but also a slave who had a desolate past and was indifferent to life and death. Even this slave had a weak concept of hatred.However, such a simple slave was elated when he mentioned the word "royal court", which seemed to resonate in his blood. That kind of look proved that the foolish slave did not recognize her current status as a "barbarian" and did not have the concept of "national hatred and family hatred", but she agreed with Wang Ting and subconsciously believed that the emergence of Wang Ting could bring her and all barbarians a better life.Yearning for beauty is the most simple idea and the most powerful driving force for everyone.Shen Hao couldn't help but secretly said: Maybe my understanding of "Wang Ting" is still too one-sided.
