Jiaohua

Chapter 133 Fate Can Be Changed
Although it has been scoured severely, there are still some traces left, and the lines are very smooth and natural. In several places, there are still a few broken small wooden branches stuck vertically.

It was rather like the habit of an old friend of his.

The visitor withdrew his gaze and raised his head to look forward.

The face under the bamboo hat was raised slightly, showing a not very young and handsome face.

The eye sockets are a bit sunken, there are a few fine lines at the corners of the eyes, and some eye bags under the eyelids. Apart from these, the skin is well maintained and smooth, and the nasolabial folds at the corners of the lips are not obvious.

There was a three-way intersection ahead, and the place where the other road led to, if he remembered correctly, seemed to be a ruined temple.

A little curious, he wanted to see who would be there in the ruined temple at this time, but there was not enough time, so he had to hurry.

The man walked forward, and when he passed the "terrain" over there, he deliberately avoided it, without taking another look, the figure quickly disappeared in the front road.

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The rain falls from the sky like a hanging waterfall.

Old Tong and Zhi Changle sat on the incense table laid down inside the door, sharpening spears one by one.

The lobby smelled of medicine, and the smell became stronger and stronger with the boiling herbs.

Xia Zhaoyi slightly lowered the fire of the fire, cooked it slowly over low heat, then poured a bowl of vegetable soup from another fire, and brought it to the wounded.

Seeing this, Old Tong said, "Ali, how about I feed it?"

"No need." Xia Zhaoyi said, and he had brought it to the wounded and sat down.

The fire was warm, and the firewood sizzled inside.

The injured man's eyes were half closed. Hearing the sound of approaching, he raised his eyes to look at the little girl.

In the dim light, the girl's face is very small, her hair is coiled behind her head, with a thin piece of wood inserted, and the broken hair on her forehead is a bit messy.

"Old man, let's eat something." Xia Zhaoyi said.

"Little girl." The injured man's voice was hoarse, with a strong Peifeng accent.

"En." Xia Zhaoyi replied, took a mouthful of vegetable soup with a spoon, and handed it to his lips.

The wounded looked down at the soup, opened his mouth and drank it.

A spoonful was fed in, and Xia Zhaoyi fed another spoonful.

The injured suddenly cried and raised his hand to wipe away his tears.

Xia Zhaoyi paused slightly, and lowered his hands.

The more the wounded cried, the more uncomfortable it was. The wound on his body was involved, and it was extremely painful, but he couldn't help crying, which made his body tremble more and more because of the force.

It took him a long time before he regained some composure and looked at Xia Zhaoyi.

Xia Zhaoyi has been quietly waiting beside him, and after he recovered, he scooped up the soup and handed it to his lips again: "Old man."

After swallowing, the injured said, "Little girl, I will do it myself."

"No, your strength is almost exhausted, just lie down," Xia Zhaoyi said lightly, "Also, my name is Ali, the pear of Lihua."

The wounded nodded and said, "Ali."

Xia Zhaoyi fed him again, and the injured swallowed with sobs.

After a dozen spoonfuls, the small bowl bottomed out.

Xia Zhaoyi got up and said, "Old man, take the medicine in half an hour, it will be a bit bitter."

"I'm not afraid of hardship." The wounded replied.

Xia Zhaoyi smiled, turned and left.

Old Tong withdrew his gaze, sighed softly, turned his head to look outside at the heavy rain that was rushing to wash away, the blade in his hand slashed on the spear one by one, and said, "In this troubled world, it's really killing a thousand swords."

"It's not easy for anyone to live." Zhi Changle looked at the spear in his hand and said, "It's all life."

As soon as the words fell, the clear voice of the little girl came from over there: "Fate can be changed."

Zhi Changle and Lao Tong turned their heads.

Xia Zhaoyi stood in front of the Buddha statue, still holding an empty bowl in his hand, looked up at the Buddha statue covered in cobwebs and dust, and said calmly: "Mountains can be moved, seas can be filled, and the world can be recast. It will end."

Old Tong looked at her weakened body, paused, and said, "Then, does it mean that the current stupid king is about to fail to be an emperor?"

Hearing the word "faint gentleman", Zhi Changle was so frightened that he didn't immediately reach out to cover his mouth.

"I don't know." Xia Zhaoyi said, looking back and smiling, "How could I, a little girl, know."

If she didn't say this, Lao Tong and Zhi Changle would almost stop seeing her as a girl.

It was only after I fixed my eyes that I realized that it was really small, but it didn't look like much.

After a while, Old Tong couldn't hold back, and said again: "Then, will we have a new emperor, I don't know who it is..."

Xia Zhaoyi paused slightly, slightly raised his brows, and turned his eyes to look at the gray sky outside the hall.

"Aren't you stupid? Ali said that she wouldn't know, but you still ask." Zhi Changle said.

"No, I can't help but ask a lot." Old Tong replied.

Turning around, he saw the girl standing there, the small figure standing upright, holding the bowl in both hands, looking at the heavy rain outside, with an extremely cold expression.

Old Tong was stunned for a moment, and wanted to call her, but couldn't make a sound.

Zhi Changle couldn't help but follow his gaze and look at Xia Zhaoyi.

Xia Zhaoyi could hear their voices.

For her, it doesn't matter who is the emperor. Her heart is in the mountains and wilds, and she is happy in the world. Even if the world is baked, she will save it if she can. If she can't, she will not devote herself to it and dedicate herself selflessly.

However, anyone can be emperor, but only those people cannot be allowed.

This world cannot be taken away by those people, and their cavalry cannot be allowed to walk across the land she loves.Winners and losers must not let their fathers and brothers and those sacrificed soldiers become a joke written by these people, and become the vulnerable ex-deads they casually mentioned when they praised the prosperous age!

Thinking of this, Xia Zhaoyi felt a severe pain in his chest.

Fortunately, those people will never have this opportunity. No matter what happens to the Duke's Mansion, she, Xia Zhaoyi, will never let them go.

The wounds of the previous life will be paid in blood in this life!
"Ali." Zhi Changle called softly.

Xia Zhaoyi calmly took a deep breath, looked at them, and said, "I remembered some unpleasant things and lost my composure. The food is already ready. If you want to eat, you can come here."

After speaking, he turned and went back to the fire.

Lao Tong and Zhi Changle looked at me, I looked at you, and then looked back at Xia Zhaoyi, only to find that she was fine, and sat there and began to prepare the dishes.

It was really small, and the figure was almost blocked by the fire.

During the time they were on the road together, she was so capable that she could do almost everything.Not pampered, not ordering people around at will, treating people with courtesy and proportion, never asking about their past, making people feel generous and comfortable.

But if you look carefully, she is still a girl after all, and her head only reaches their ribs.

After all, it must be the reason for the troubled times. Such a small child has become like this, and the childishness of innocence is gone.

"Troubled times." Old Tong sighed softly.

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"Troubled times? What's wrong with it?" Zhao Xuan picked up his pen from the marching map, looked at the mountains and rivers above, and said, "If the heavy rain doesn't stop, even if we want to escape, we won't be able to escape very far."

Several tall and burly soldiers stood around the table, looking at the marching map above, everyone was very serious.

Military adviser He Chuanjiang raised his hand and stroked his beard, not knowing what to say.

"I'm in a mess," Yuan Tianqing raised his head and said, "General, the food and grass have run out, and the imperial court didn't send anyone to resupply us!"

"These roads are fortified, what do you think?" Zhao Yuruo didn't hear it, and the tip of the pen fell on the map again, drawing a circle.

(End of this chapter)