White tea legend

Chapter 169 Ji Lan, Lone Willow Tree
Suddenly there was a heavy rain in the sky, like tears from the sky, pouring down.

The heavy rain interrupted the carnival in the bandits' den, and the bandits took shelter from the rain, leaving behind the naked woman on the ground and Hongjian tied up on a pillar beside him.

The woman was soaked all over and her clothes could no longer cover her body.

She was trembling, her eyes filled with fear and helplessness. She tried to cover her body with her hands, but was unable to withstand the heavy rain. Her tears mixed with the rain and flowed silently down her cheeks.

Hung-jian was tied to a pillar beside him, and was unable to move.

He watched the woman being humiliated and was filled with anger. However, there was nothing he could do but silently pray for a miracle.

At this moment, there was a sudden thunder, followed by a bolt of lightning that pierced the night sky. Hongjian's eyes lit up and he saw hope.

He began to struggle, trying to break free from the ropes. However, the rope tied him tightly, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not break free.

The heavy rain is getting heavier and heavier, as if it is going to swallow up the world. The woman had been soaked like a drowned rat. Her body was shaking and her lips were purple.

Her eyes revealed endless despair and sadness.

Hongjian was heartbroken. He gritted his teeth and continued to struggle. Finally, the rope came loose under his fierce struggle.

Hongjian broke free from the rope and threw himself at the woman on the ground.

He helped the woman on the ground and looked back at the bandits' den.

The entire bandit den was immersed in the heavy rain of the night.

This is the best time to escape.

Those robbed silver collars will never come back, and it is important to save their lives.

Keeping the green hills, you don’t have to worry about having no firewood.

Hung Chien struggled to carry the woman on his back and escaped from the bandits' den overnight.

They walked through muddy mountain roads and through dense jungles, arduously escaping.

Hongjian carried the injured woman on his back through the mountains and forests, escaping from the bandits' den. However, the heavy rain made it almost impossible for them to see the road.

The sky was dark and dark clouds were gathering, as if they were about to swallow up the whole world.

The rain became more intense, like a waterfall pouring down, turning the mountain road into mud.

Hongjian's vision was obscured by the rain curtain, and the front was blurry.

"I'll come down and I can walk by myself." The woman was dying on his back.

Hongjian put her down, took off his own clothes and put them on the woman.

He held the woman's hand tightly and moved forward cautiously.

Every step was taken carefully to explore the road, for fear of accidentally falling into the abyss.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, illuminating the road ahead.

Hongjian felt happy and quickened his pace. However, the good times did not last long, and after the lightning, it was dark again. He could only rely on his own feelings and memories to move forward gropingly.

The woman endured the pain and gritted her teeth not to make a sound. She didn't want to be a burden to Hongjian, but she couldn't provide any help. She prayed silently, hoping that they could get through this disaster safely.

Hongjian's heart was filled with worry and fear. He knew the danger of walking in this heavy rain, but he had no choice. He could only protect the woman tightly and move forward cautiously.

As they were trudging along, there was a sudden sound of horse hooves. Hongjian's heart tightened. He knew that the bandits were after him.

He held the woman's hand tightly and quickened his pace. They passed through patches of wilderness and dense forests, trying to get rid of the pursuers behind them.

However, under the heavy rain, their whereabouts were exposed. The bandits followed close behind and kept approaching. Hongjian and the woman were in a desperate situation.

At this critical moment, Hongjian suddenly saw a glimmer of hope - a cave.

Without hesitation, he picked up the woman and rushed over, placing her on a flat stone at the entrance of the cave.

Then he turned to face his pursuers.

Hongjian diverted the pursuers away, leaving the woman safe.

The woman was worried about Hongjian's safety, but her injuries and fatigue caused her eyelids to close heavily and she fell asleep.

When the woman woke up, it was already the next day.

The early morning light shines through the mountains and onto the lush forests.

The golden light seemed to bring a little warmth, awakening the sleeping earth.

The woman struggled to lift her body from the rock, her brows furrowed, obviously suffering from severe pain. The pain and exhaustion made her memory blurry. She only vaguely remembered that the young man placed her in this valley to lure away the pursuers from the bandits' den.

The woman was in rags and could only use the cotton-padded clothes left by the boy to cover her body. She stumbled on the mountain road to find the boy who saved her.

Her steps faltered, and the wind in the valley blew gently, blowing away the hair on her forehead and blowing away the hope in her heart. After walking through patches of green grass and crossing gurgling streams, the woman finally reached the depths of the valley.

She stumbled through a thick bush, and suddenly she heard a faint moan in her ears.

The sound came from a rock covered with moss. The woman looked along the sound and saw a figure lying in the grass there. It was the boy she had been missing.

The woman's heart suddenly tightened. She dragged her injured body and quickly crawled to the boy's side. She saw that his face was pale and his forehead was stained with blood, which was obviously caused by falling from a high place.

The woman's eyes were red, and she endured the pain and carefully lifted him up and leaned him in her arms.

"Langjun, Langjun, wake up!" She called softly, her voice full of worry and anxiety.

However, the boy was still unconscious, and only his weak breathing proved that he was still alive.

Tears fell down the woman's cheek. She had no choice but to hold the boy tightly and give him a touch of warmth with her own weak body temperature.

At this moment, the young man frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were confused at first, but then gradually became clear and fixed on the woman's concerned face.

"You are……"

"I am the person you rescued from the bandits' den last night. My name is Ji Lan. You can call me Ji Lan."

"Jilan?" The young man called out weakly, as if he couldn't believe that the woman in front of him was the one he saved yesterday.

Quite a nice name.

The boy's eyes closed again.

……

Chang'an City, the southwest corner of Zicheng.

A lone willow tree stands tall in the southwest of Chang'an City. It is an isolated tree with lush branches and leaves, but no one dares to approach it.

This place is extraordinary, it is the place where the imperial court executed prisoners on death row.

The sky was twilight, the plains were noisy, and crowds of people came in droves. They gathered under the lone willow tree, each with their own thoughts.

Some with curiosity, some with compassion, and most with fear and vigilance.

They come to witness this drama of life and death and appreciate the fragility and impermanence of the human world.

The prison officer stood aside with a serious expression, holding a vermilion arrow representing imperial power.

The prisoner was escorted by two government officials, with his hands tied behind his back and muttering his last words silently.

His steps were heavy but weak, and his face showed a hint of relief amid despair.

He knew that this trip would end all his pain and worries.

A gong sounded, and the noisy crowd fell silent for an instant.

The prison officer read out the death warrant loudly, his voice cold and firm: "We are ordered to punish the evil and uphold the law!"

The executioner went into battle shirtless, and the ghost-headed sword in his hand shone coldly in the sun.

He nodded to the prisoner, as if silently telling him to get ready. The prisoner closed his eyes, stopped struggling, and stopped talking.

The sword flashed, followed by a dull sound of landing, and a stream of hot blood splashed on the loess under the lone willow tree.

The viewers were all trembling in their hearts. Some showed unbearable expressions, while others silently turned around and left.

"Don't leave. This is not the only death row prisoner who will be beheaded today."

There was some discussion in the crowd, so people left and came back.

This time the person who was led to the guillotine was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old man.

"Shijun, son——"

"elder brother--"

In the crowd, a woman and a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old tried to rush into the execution ground, but were blocked.

The woman and the young son cried miserably. Shijun, who was on the guillotine, was also in tears. He shouted to the two of them: "Mother, brother, beheading doesn't look good, go back quickly."

This mother is not her biological mother, but her stepmother.

But the stepmother refused to leave no matter what. She held the basket in her arms, which contained the last meal for Shijun.

Seeing that the mother and son were crying so sadly that all the onlookers around them were moved, the supervisor finally showed his kindness and with a wave of his hand, the officers and soldiers put the crying mother and son into the execution ground.

So, on the guillotine, mother and son hugged each other and cried.

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