In just one day, the warm and comfortable ancient home in Chi Nuan's eyes was turned into ruins. A bit of black air rose from the broken tiles and ruins, and was quickly extinguished by the coolness of autumn.
The courtyard of the Gu family, which was full of smiles the day before yesterday, was filled with cries today.
"Go away!"
Chi Nuan stumbled forward, pushed Qin Xian away, and held Gu Hao tightly in his arms.
Suddenly he collapsed and cried loudly, the saddest cry in the world came from his throat and chest, "Dad!"
The cry echoed in the dark night, and no one responded for a long time.
Looking at the body with blood flowing all over the floor and the body gradually becoming cold, she knew that the one would make herself happy with old jokes when she was sad; the one would always think about showing off his charm on birthdays; the one would always call her when , the father who smiled kindly and kindly will never come back.
She looked at her husband with tears in her eyes and begged: "Sir, please save my dad, sir, please!"
Qin Xian raised her hand to wipe her tears and reached out to comfort the girl.
The girl suddenly twisted away, freed up one hand, grabbed the sand, sawdust, and gravel on the ground and threw it at Qin Xian crazily, "Why! Why? Didn't dad treat you badly? Why did you kill him!" "
Seeing this, Song Qian was about to walk over when he was stopped by Mo Qijia, shaking his head and saying, "Don't go, we can't help Brother Qin."
"I asked him to kill him." Zhang Jian sighed and said softly.
Chi Nuan stood up staggeringly, his dress was covered with blood, and he murmured: "Why is this? Sir?"
Cheng Qiu put his hand on his forehead, turned around and left, muttering: "I can't see this, it's boring, I'll go back."
Zhang Jian calmly said: "Because he is a murderer."
Chi Nu'an looked at Zhang Jian, then at Qin Xian and said, "Didn't you, sir, testify for your father during the day? Did he maliciously slander the Xian family? Why do you say such things now!"
"Gu Hao is the murderer who massacred all the people in Yuanren Village." Zhang Jian couldn't bear it, but he still said it.
"You're talking nonsense! Why do you mean what you say?" Chinu'an laughed miserably. He was scratched by gravel just now, and his scarred hand tightly held Zhang Jian's arm and asked.
Zhang Jian remained silent.
Chinu'an's eyes suddenly sharpened, he released Zhang Jian's hand, and began to search around. After searching for a long time, he pulled out a pair of fire tongs from the ground, then rushed towards Qin Xian, and said fiercely: "Kill a person to pay for his life!"
Chi Nu'an, who had always been gentle and calm, had never seen her look so crazy before, and they were stunned. Only Zhang Jian frowned briefly and then shouted: "Don't be ridiculous!"
He told Nuan not to care.
Qin Xian did not dodge or avoid.
He let the poker hit his head, blood flowing down his eyes.
"Why don't you hide?" Chi Nuan said with trembling lips.
"Kill to pay for life." Qin Xian said warmly.
Chi Nuan tried to swing the iron pincers again, but was stopped by Mo Qijia and Song Qian who came over.
"An'an, please ask the matter clearly before we talk. Don't lose your mind." Song Qian said.
"Oh, reason, he killed my father, I saw it with my own eyes, how can I ask clearly?" Chi Nu'an said with a sad smile on his face.
After struggling to free the two of them, she pointed at Zhang Jian. Qin Xian and others said coldly with tears in their eyes: "You are all murderers, the murderers of my father!"
As she spoke, she grabbed the tongs that had just fallen, hit her arm hard, then bit her teeth deeply into her lips, and blood immediately flowed from the corners of her mouth.
"Qin Xian, from now on you...you and I will no longer have any friendship. I will definitely avenge my father and avenge him!" It seemed that these words emptied his whole body, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then he fell to the ground on his back.
Unconscious.
Song Qian stepped forward to help him up, looked at Zhang Jian in a panic and said, "Sir, this..."
Zhang Jian slowly shook his head and said, "It's okay if I'm so angry that I'll talk to her in detail tomorrow."
Song Qian nodded.
Zhang Jian slowly turned his head and looked at Qin Xian with a complicated expression.
Qin Xian's hair turned gray, and the tears on his face seemed to be carved into his flesh and blood. Along with the blood stains on his forehead, there was no trace of life in him. There was only a sense of loneliness unique to the old man. It seemed that It's like death.
Zhang Jian finally sighed, walked slowly to his side and said, "Do you blame me?"
The young man stood in the dilapidated courtyard in despair, recalling the past, as if he had forgotten the flow of time, himself and everything around him, just like the paper figurine that Old Man Ge used to bury at the millstone, guarding the ancient things on the ground. Uncle, day by day, month by month, until someone comes to light it and send him to meet him.
Until Zhang Jian's voice sounded beside him, with a very calm tone.
Qin Xian shook her head and said softly: "Don't complain!"
"This, this is my own choice. I don't want Uncle Gu to suffer, and I don't want to bear the infamy. How can such a good thing happen? You are right, you have to do your own thing after all." After saying this, Qin Xian seemed to have regained her consciousness, bent down and pulled out the hatchet from Gu Hao's heart, and threw it aside.
Then, regardless of the blood that stained his clothes red, he picked up Gu Hao and said to Zhang Jian, "I'll leave it to you sir for An'an."
After saying that, he carried Gu Hao back to Maohuali Village.
Song and Qian looked at An An on the ground and Qin Xian walking away. They didn't know what to do for a moment.
"You carry her and follow me." Zhang Jian said in time.
Everyone in the village went home and lit candles.
What happened today may be something they will talk about for months to come, but what it will turn into in the end depends on how people spread the word.
In a blink of an eye, only the young Taoist was left.
Maybe it's because of the desolation in my heart, even looking at the candles burning in thousands of families at this moment, I feel that they are the cause and effect of fate.
The young Taoist stared at the horizon for a long time, then stood up, put the book back on his waist, and followed Qin Xian's footsteps with a stagger.
The cold wind blows through the empty branches, and many orange leaves have been secretly stained with yellow halo at some point. Most of the oranges have been picked empty, leaving empty branches swaying in the wind, which is endlessly desolate and desolate.
Qin Xian held Gu Hao and walked on the way back to Maihuali Village. She looked over the empty branches and saw in the distance that there was an orange grove not far away, half of which had not yet been picked. A smile appeared on her face and she said softly: " Mother, from now on, I will pick the orange groves, and I won’t let them fall behind others.”
…
The wind blows across the road.
The sudden sound of horse hooves seemed to crush the entire canyon!
Hundreds of well-trained black-armored cavalry rushed forward in the shape of sharp knives in the passage, closely guarding a carriage in the middle.
The iron horse is fighting, and the sharp sword is shining. Black flag, black helmet.
Horse hooves galloped wildly, sending up clouds of dust and smoke.
Daqingbaqi——Tieyaoqiu!
There were two riders in front of the carriage, one of whom turned out to be a woman, about sixteen or seventeen years old.
I saw the black horse neighing in the wind, a hunting flag in his hand, and a yellow branch in his mouth. The rider behind him was unable to catch up.
I have never seen such a handsome and beautiful soldier.
This woman wears a bright black silk dress, a red sala cloud shoulder, socks and beaded shoes. She is as beautiful as the golden threads of fireworks.
None of the knights dared to look at him, whether they were shocked by his appearance or because of his status.
But the woman spoke: "Hurry up, did your General Li teach you to march like this?"
Her voice is like that of a valley oriole, very clear and pleasant, but with an air of arrogance and domineeringness.
The knights did not dare to answer.
The knight behind the girl was about to speak, but was unexpectedly interrupted by a scolding from behind, so he remained silent again, suppressing a smile.
"Liang Lusheng, you still look like a royal princess. Now you are not going to fight, so you are making a hasty march. Get back in the car immediately, otherwise I will report to my father and ground you for three years!" A corner of the carriage curtain was lifted, and a young man appeared. Showing his head and scolding.
The girl rolled her eyes, curled her lips, turned around and said, "I want you to take care of me!"
After saying that, he pinched the horse's belly with his feet, and the black horse felt pain in his crotch, and it galloped away like a shooting star.
Yiqi followed closely.
In the clouds at the top of the passage, two figures stood facing each other, both looking at the cavalry galloping by below.
One person was wearing a purple shirt, his hair was pulled up high, and he was wearing a Taoist crown. He had a slender figure and his appearance could not be clearly seen.
One person has long and slender eyebrows, almost reaching his ears and temples, it is Hong Feiluan.
After the cavalry left, Hong Feiluan was the first to speak: "I don't understand. If Da Qing doesn't pay attention to this trip, he actually lifted out the eight cavalry from the bottom of the box. If he does, then the baby's is indeed the one who came. Tie Kiln Rider, what exactly is your intention?"
"Li Fenglang's three cavalrymen, Hu Ben and Xuan Jia, are stationed at sea and can respond at any time." The purple-shirted Taoist said calmly.
"Your Majesty is still well-informed, but this Da Yan didn't think anything of it? Why are there so many troops?" Hong Feiluan asked in confusion.
"Then why did you come to Zuzhou?" the man in purple shirt asked.
"Of course it's Ding..." Hong Feiluan was suddenly startled, and then said: "The Lord is saying that Liang Yan also knows about this?"
"We have a way to know, and others can too. Don't think of yourself as smart. When people in the world are idiots, they don't know how to be smart, but they are misled by their cleverness!" The man in purple shirt said solemnly.
"I know, villain." Hong Feiluan leaned over and said.
"Then what should we do now?" Hong Feiluan stood up and asked respectfully.
"The plan remains unchanged. Priority will be given to Zhang, Hou, and Dongtian." After saying this, the figure of the man in purple gradually disappeared.
After Hong Feiluan saluted far away, he also flew back to Guzi Village.
…
After returning home with Gu Hao in her arms, Qin Xian put him on the ground, first unloaded the oranges from the cart, and then moved Gu Hao to the cart.
After doing this, he went into the house, wiped his mother's face clean, put on a white plain dress, and tied a white scarf on himself.
Then he went to the kitchen and took out a jar of wine that someone gave to his mother last year. No one in his family drank it, so it has been kept until now. He cut a few more oranges, took three cups, wiped them clean with the corners of his clothes, arranged them in a triangle, and He sat down on the steps outside the house, pouring wine into three wine glasses and whispering.
Poker face.
After a while, the whispers turned into jokes, hearty laughter, and hearty laughter.
He seemed to be telling some interesting stories vividly to Gu Hao on the cart and his mother in the house behind him.
However, when he said to himself, "My mother used to always praise me for being sensible, but she stopped mentioning it after she fell ill at the age of four." Qin Xian held up the wine cup in her hand and opened her mouth to drink, but at that moment, it seemed that suddenly Thinking of something, his hand stopped near his mouth.
He slowly put down the wine cup, putting it down extremely slowly.
Staring thoughtfully at the center of the wine cup.
"Mom, I have seen so many magical people and things in the past two days, but I suddenly feel that in the past ten years, my memory of you is full of hostility. After talking to my husband today, I feel a little groggy, but But I abandoned my former self like a worn-out shoe. Do you think I might have been possessed by evil spirits? Before!" Qin Xian murmured.
The slightly turbid rice wine swayed slightly in the wine cup, with some ripples that were difficult to detect under the candlelight.
"impossible!"
