Chapter 126 The Confused Kim Il-chan

The sudden fight was a bit too difficult for Kim Il-yeon, who rarely endured hardships.

He was the prince of King Xiu Tu. Even when he was captured alive by Huo Qubing, he lived much better than the other Huns.

The elderly, women and children in other tribes will save a small amount of food and provide Kim Il-shirt with all their strength to keep him healthy.

Seeing that the old tribe members were about to starve to death because no one bought them, Jin Il-jeong finally rang the love bell in front of the Lieutenant's Mansion.

Before doing this, Jin Il-jeong hated the Han Dynasty. He witnessed Huo Qubing's army killing his relatives one by one like a lamb.

No matter how brave the Huns might be, they would be killed by this demon-like man as long as they appear in front of Huo Qubing's horse.

At that time, Kim Il-yeon wanted to rush out of his mother's arms and fight to the death with the butcher, but was firmly held by one woman after another. Failure was a foregone conclusion, and the mother only wanted to save her child.

Kim Il-yeon once vowed to kill the murderer who destroyed his home and his clan members himself.

However, when the demon god sat down at him on a war horse dyed red with blood like a monster, he had to lower his noble head and offer the hands of the golden man who sacrificed the sky, asking him not to kill his tribe again.

He remembered it very clearly that the demon god opened his mouth full of snow-white teeth and said to him: Don’t accept it? You can fight again, at any time!

Then, during his days of becoming a slave, Kim Il-jeong saw one powerful Hun after another falling in front of his horse, without even room for surrender.

He watched with his own eyes the arrogant and arrogant King Hunxie, humbly kneeled in front of his horse, and even lowered his head to kiss his combat boots...

At that moment, Kim Il-jeong covered his ears in pain, and every proud laugh from the demon god was pierced like a needle in his heart.

Walking back to Chang'an from Hexi, this long journey was a journey of hell for the Huns.

The injured and sick Huns will be dealt with as soon as possible. Every day when the camp is pulled away, there will always be vultures circling in the wilderness around the camp.

When he arrived in Chang'an, Jin Il-jeong realized that there was no end to hell. When his mother roared and asked the tribe members to maintain their last dignity, the vulgar slave traders rushed over like wolves, pinching the tribe members' mouths and looking at their teeth, and choosing slaves like choosing animals.

If they had not been the Xiu Tu royal family and needed to be the supreme Han emperor as slaves, Jin Riyi would not dare to think about what the remaining tribe members would end up with.

Hungry days are so hard...

Seeing that his mother was haggard and unrestrained and had to clean the palace every day, Kim Il-yeon gave up the hatred in his heart.

During this hungry day, he saw the power of the Han Empire, the tall walls of Chang'an City, and the warriors with armor all over his body formed an iron stream with their heads raised to enter the city with their heads raised.

I saw the gorgeous palaces in Chang'an City, the palace ladies wearing silk and satin, and saw the bustling city that was shoulder to shoulder... And the Great Huns could not even build a house that could shelter from the wind and rain.

When he came here, he realized that the general who was like a demon was just a young man in the group of generals of this huge empire.

There are three more young people with the same reputation as this demon god...

He saw the people worshiping the emperor... Such an enemy is invincible!

At the moment when the bell of love sounded, Kim Il-yeon just wanted to live, just wanted to live with the hundreds of people who loved him and protected him!

So he gave up the noble Cangzi and accepted the surname Jin.

"Ao..."

The pain made people sober, and the heavy iron bones hit Kim Il-yeon's back. He felt that all the bones in his body seemed to be broken by this blow.

The sword he shot from under his ribs took the opponent's life!

Kim Il-jeong tried hard to persevere and did not pounce on him. Blood oozed out of his mouth and nose. With every move, he seemed to hear the whine of his bones.

He threw away his long knife, opened his arms and roared at the stands: "I, Kim Il-jeong, you must remember this name. One day, you will definitely crawl under this name."

The cheers rose loudly, and the Han people who had won the money shouted loudly for him. Those who had lost the money threw bamboo chips into the venue, as if there was a rain of bamboo chips. Some women seemed to be overly excited, rolled their eyes and fainted.

Sweat and dust did not cover Kim Il-yeon's handsome face, but instead became more masculine because of these.

He walked down the arena step by step, and he didn't even have the interest to take a look at the dead person behind him. His burly and strong body gradually walked into the corridor, and the cheers behind him were even more intense.

"Okay, okay, what a natural gladiator, young man, enjoy your victory, this is the money you deserve... Oh my God, such a young hero gets so much money in one battle, I don't have the ability of you at your age...

Go and find the most beautiful women in Chang'an City, eat the most delicious food in Chang'an City, and drink the most intense wine in Chang'an City...

Oh my God, my God, I love this brilliant city to death. Compared with Chang'an, Rome is a gutter full of mice."

Jin Rizhe stopped and put the purse on the Qin people on his shoulders back into the hands of the Qin people and asked, "Can you tell me who sent me to the arena?"

The fat Daqin businessman looked at his wallet greedily, shook his head and smiled, "No one sent you here, did you come here because you wanted to make money?

You killed the gladiator, but you were just fighting for him and earning the money he should have made. The contract is clearly written, are you literate?

Damn, I don’t know any of these beautiful words…”

Kim Il-jeong pushed away the damn slave merchant and walked out of the arena slowly. He walked out of the arena and looked up at the starry sky, then looked at the wound on his body, and sighed. How could this injury be hidden from his mother?

When passing by the street market, Kim Il-jeong bought a roast chicken, wrapped it in lotus leaves, pressed the internal organs that were still painful, tidied up, came to the door of the house to check his dress again, then pushed open the door and walked in.

A chicken is naturally less than a hundred people, but fortunately, Kim Il-jeong still leaves a chicken leg.

My mother was spinning wool. When she saw Kim Il-jeong coming in, she sighed and said, "Why did she get hurt again?"

Kim Il-jeong put the chicken legs wrapped in the lotus leaves in front of his mother and said, "I made some money today, but I just lost it."

The mother shook her head and said, "I won't drink your blood."

Kim Il-jeong had no choice but to know that he could not hide it from the wise mother, so he whispered: "The child was plotted against."

My mother was shocked, put down the wool wheel in her hand and asked, "King Hunxie? Didn't I tell you that you want you to forget about King Hunxie killing your father?

What did you mess with him?"

Kim Il-jeong shook his head and said, "I didn't provoke him, at least I won't provoke him until I'm strong."

As he spoke, he shook his head and said, "It's not like the style of King Hunxie, a rough man like him can't do such a fine thing."

The mother whispered: “Is it the Marquis of Yong'an?

He wants you to die?"

Kim Il-jeong shook his head in confusion and said, "It's not like, Yong'an Hou is too powerful. If he wanted to harm me, I would have died long ago.

He probably didn't know what the child had framed him."

"Who could it be?"

Kim Il-jeong smiled and put the chicken legs into his mother's hand and said, "No matter who it is, there is no intention of killing me."

Although the battle was fierce, the opponent always avoided my vital points. Even if I was killed, there was no idea of ​​killing me.

If we talk about the possibility, I think the possibility of His Majesty the Emperor of Han is higher!"

The mother put down the chicken legs and said anxiously: "Why do you do this? You are his minister and told him who is the traitor."

Kim Il-jeong smiled and said, "He wants me to be his minister wholeheartedly, so he uses the arena to destroy my reputation, so that I can only rely on him in the future."

"You must be like this?"

Kim Il-jeong laughed silently, pointed to the broken room and said, "Your child is worth some money now, what else can we do besides this life?

Mother, let’s eat, we must eat full food, although I no longer expect to live a good life, I still want to struggle.

Although my surname is not as good as the Cantonese, I still don’t want to shame this surname.”
Chapter completed!