Jiaohua

Chapter 149 The Building Will Fall

The ink clouds are like splashes, and the night is silent, like a big cloth, which can cover everything between heaven and earth.

Someone quietly went to the city from the gate of Peifeng City, sneaked into Tianbu Mansion, and hid in the cell hall of the only person.

Some people were struggling to move forward in the heavy rain, and the carts pushing the luggage were tightly bound and pressed by big rocks, fearing that they would be blown away by the strong wind.

Someone stood on the top of the hill, looking at the looming towering city wall in the distance, full of ambitions, and wanted to take down this ancient city that has welcomed the wind and rain for 500 years in one fell swoop.

There are people in the big tent who suffer from head pains and find it difficult to fall asleep. When they sit up, they are annoyed that their skills are not good enough, they are not practicing diligently, and their feet are not stable.

Outside the ancient mountain, there are faint lights, and lanterns are hung in the village road, so that people who wake up at night can travel unhindered.

Someone was coming from the mountains outside, with horseshoes stepping on the muddy countryside, passing through a small village with few houses, and stopping in front of Luo Temple under Taoshan Ferry.

Shi Shi jumped off the carriage, turned around and said, "Master, we're here."

The curtain of the carriage was lifted from the inside, and the handsome and handsome young man in black got out of the carriage, and the big men on horseback all dismounted at the same time.

The guards in front of the gate didn't know them, but seeing their appearance, they knew they were extraordinary, so they went up to them and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"The old man asked us to come," Shitou took out a letter and handed it over, "Our old man's name is Guo Shu."

"So it's Young Master Shen," said the guard, "I'm sorry, please wait a moment."

The guard took the letter and ran inside. Jiang Shilang was already asleep. Xiao Zongzheng read the letter and confirmed that it was written by Guo Shu himself. He got up and said, "I will go to meet you together."

The night was really too dark, after Xiao Zong came out, he exchanged greetings and then led the people in.

He had already heard the news that they were coming, so the wing rooms were all prepared, and Xiao Zong led them to resettle them.

Because the night was quiet, they walked lightly and slowly when they reached the backyard. When they passed the hallway, the young man asked, "Is Master Jiang asleep?"

"It's six quarters of the hour, so it's natural to be asleep." Xiao Zong said.

"What about Pei Feng, how is it now?"

Xiao Zhengzheng sighed softly: "What else can we do? The official road is blocked by mud and rocks, all the mountain roads that can be walked are also blocked, and there are still people walking in the deep mountains. There is nothing we can do."

Shen Lie frowned slightly, paused, and nodded: "Okay, thank you Xiao for your work."

After entering the wing room and settling down, Shi Shi tidied everything up and said, "Master, do you want to sleep, or do you want to read again?"

Shen Lie stood by the window without making a sound, a few candles in the room reflected his slender and clear shadow on the window, and did not move for a long time.

"Master?"

"Let Zhang Meng and Dai Yu go and have a look." The boy finally spoke, his voice clear.

Shi Shi paused, then quickly nodded: "Yes, I'll go right away."

Watching the stone leave, Shen Lie's eyebrows were slightly raised again.

He raised a hand and pushed open the window, the wind and rain blowing in instantly, it was cold.

After Dingguogong's mansion, Zheng Guogong's mansion was also targeted, but this time it might not be so easy, because there is no other reason, the building will collapse, and the Li regime itself will not be able to stand.

The corner of Shen Lie's lips curled into a sneering, very faint smile.

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Xia Zhaoyi woke up very early.

She rarely dreams, but she had a nightmare last night, dreaming back to the Rongtang Gorge two years ago, but the person who was dragged to death on the vast snow field was not her, but the second brother.

The same dream, repeated over and over again, like a haunting ghost, forced her to break out in a cold sweat.

There was very little rain in the morning. She stood in front of the village and looked at the turbulent river in the distance.

"Ali, why are you so early?" Old Tong asked as he passed by with a lot of wood in his arms.

Xia Zhaoyi looked back at him and said, "Morning."

"What's wrong with your face?" Seeing that her expression was not good, Lao Tong asked with concern.

"It's nothing, I had a nightmare last night," Xia Zhaoyi said, "Old Tong, you also woke up so early."

"Yeah," Old Tong smiled, and patted the wood in his hand, "No, if you can make more, it will be faster, so you can start early."

Xia Zhaoyi bent his lips, and smiled very shallowly: "Then go and do your work, I'll find more delicious food today."

Old Tong knew that she had a quiet personality and didn't like to be disturbed, so he nodded, "Well, then I'm leaving."

Xia Zhaoyi watched him leave, looked away, and looked back at the river, but suddenly paused, and his eyes fell on the farther river bank.

Xia Zhaoyi was startled, and shouted loudly: "Old Tong!"

Then he jumped down the hillside in one step and ran wildly.

Old Tong ran out when he heard the sound. When he arrived at the village, he only had time to see the back of the little girl sprinting. He hadn't figured out the situation yet, but his first reaction was to chase after her.

Holding the branch in his hand, Pang Yi almost couldn't stand anymore. He braced his tall figure beside the river bank and took another difficult step.

Hearing someone calling him from a distance, Pang Yi raised his head, and in the dim morning light, a girl in plain clothes was galloping towards him.

Pang Yi breathed a long sigh of relief, his will was finally exhausted, and his eyelids began to feel heavy.

The thick branch he held in his hand slanted, completely lost his strength, and his huge body also fell straight forward.But before he fell into the water, he was rushed by a thin figure and supported him with his hand, avoiding being pinched by those broken wooden piles on the shore.

"Pang Yi!" Old Tong followed closely and hurriedly supported him, "Pang Yi?!"

Seeing the wound on his abdomen, Xia Zhaoyi raised his head and shouted, "Hold him back! Don't use your back, I'll call someone over and take turns with you!"

Old Tong nodded, gritted his teeth, and picked him up horizontally.

Xia Zhaoyi turned around and ran out.

Everyone gathered around hearing the sound, but Zhi Changle blocked the door.

Pang Yi was lying on the bed, completely in a coma, his face was pale and his body was cold.

The wound on the abdomen was not that deep, and he had torn off the corner of his clothes and covered it outside to roughly stop the bleeding, but after soaking in the rain all night, no matter how hard his body was, he couldn't bear it.

Zhao Daqian was beside him in a panic, his eyes were red.

Old Tong helped pass things, brought warm water, and wiped his hands and feet with a warm handkerchief.

The girl was expressionless, and treated the wound almost indifferently, and from time to time, she mashed the hot-fried herbal medicine. After cooling down and warming up slightly, she applied it to his acupoints. When the herbal medicine cooled down, she replaced it with new ones.

"What kind of injury is this?" Zhao Daqian asked lightly, "Did it accidentally fall down and be punctured by those broken wood on the ground?"

"Like a spear." Old Tong said.

"Long gun?"

Old Tong nodded.

He may not be able to recognize other wounds, but how could he, a soldier who has used a long gun for several years, not recognize what was caused by the long gun.

"That's...he met someone?" Zhao Daqian murmured.

Xia Zhaoyi got up at this moment, backed away slightly, and said, "Turn him over and be lighter."

"Ah."

Old Tong nodded, and turned Pang Yi over with Zhao Daqian.

"Take off his pants to show his butt." Xia Zhaoyi said again.

Old Tong paused and looked back at her: "Take off your pants?"

(End of this chapter)