Thin Mei·Love Fragrance Quilt

Chapter 169

In the countryside in winter, the mountains are full of fallen leaves, and the ground is frosty.

The boy was holding a big handful of firewood, stepping on the frosty leaves and galloping, panting with suppressed sobs.

He thought he must have read it wrong.

No one knows that his father is heroic and unparalleled in archery. Although he has been repeatedly suppressed and subdued to the little Jinzhou guard, his colleagues mentioned that who would not compare him with the general Zhuang Yao and others?
How long has he been in the lonely city, although he is thin and haggard, he still stands upright and looks extraordinary.

The head that was blown black by the north wind hanging on the city wall must not belong to my father.

The row of heads in the back looked familiar, and they must not belong to the uncles he was familiar with.

When the enemy army has retreated, my father and those uncles will definitely take them back, continue to teach him martial arts, and then nod in satisfaction when watching him practice, "Our Qian'er is no worse than a boy. It's just that his body is a little smaller. !"

Those uncles would laugh, "The two young ladies are very pretty, and when they grow up, they must be as beautiful as their aunts! I heard that King Xin treats Princess Xin very well, and he didn't even marry a side concubine. General Raise Second Miss as a boy, and if she becomes a princess in the future, aren't you afraid that she will ruin your husband's family?"

His father patted him on the head and said with a smile: "Then why not? It's just the true color of my Zhang family general!"

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In such a bitter cold wind, he seemed to be able to feel the warmth of his father's palm and hear his father's hearty laughter.

He didn't believe that his father would be decapitated. His bloody head was hung high up like that. He watched with his eyes wide open as the beautiful city he defended with all his heart fell into a sea of ​​flames, screaming and crying everywhere. , has become a veritable hell on earth.

When he approached, he saw with his own eyes the nearby Zhou army laughing indulgently, chasing and chasing the fleeing common people, beheading men and children on the spot, and then tearing women's clothes.

They said, don't blame them, just blame the people in the city for being unlucky, and they offended the emperor of Dazhou by having such a general.It was the emperor's will to massacre the city for three days.

Massacred the city for three days.

After a protracted defense battle, the number of people in the city has become less and less. After three days, will there be any survivors left?
He felt that he was dreaming, a terrible nightmare that he had never had in his life.

He couldn't wait to escape back, to his mother's side, and curl up in her arms with his sister, waiting for this nightmare to pass.

When the nightmare is over, they return to the city.

In his bedroom, his mother raised a pot of Yulinglong for him, the leaves were shiny green, and the newly drawn leaf core stood up like a narrow sharp sword, but it was so lush and graceful, with an elegant demeanor.

His mother said that when he was 12 years old and his sister was 14 years old during Chinese New Year, Yu Linglong would bloom.

It is said that Jade Linglong's flower color is pure white, the water sinks into the bone and the jade becomes the muscle, just like a marigold jade platform, with a unique fragrance.

Now it's the fourth and ninth season, and by the time they return to the city, Yu Linglong will almost be in bloom.

Mother must be worried about him too.

Several soldiers fought their lives to rescue the three of them out of the city, all of them were wounded.

He volunteered to gather firewood to make a fire, just to sneak back to the vicinity of the city to see what his home, their city, had become.

He can't let his mother worry about him anymore.

He found a bundle of firewood from a nearby dwelling that had long been deserted, put it on his back, and flew towards the woods where his mother and the others were hiding.

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He finally arrived, but was stunned.

Several personal soldiers fell to the ground in a haphazard manner, they were breathless, and their bodies gradually became stiff; the fire was also extinguished, only a very faint smoke rising indifferently in the cold wind.

His mother, his sister, are gone.

The firewood fell to the ground, and he gasped for breath. The fast running in the cold wind made his throat hot and painful, his temples throbbed, and his thinking stopped due to the pain.

"Mom, sister?"

He called out cautiously, walked around the fire, and searched in the dark woods.

It was very dark, like a big cauldron turned upside down dully, only the edge was surprisingly bright, red and red, as if a large piece had been melted.

That was the burning city of Jinju.

He no longer dared to turn his head to take a look, just as he dared not imagine that his brave and witty father had turned into a lonely head hanging over the city.

He walked to the mountain road and saw the small temple on the hillside that could shelter from wind and rain.

After the protracted war began, the monks in the temple had fled.

They had planned to take temporary shelter in that small temple, but they were afraid of being discovered by the nearby Zhou army, so they only settled on a more secluded hillside in the end.

But at this time, there was a light shining from the small uninhabited temple.

As if grabbing a life-saving straw, he rushed over in a hurry.

He heard the man's strange panting, which was as ambiguous and terrifying as those grinning smiles of the Zhou soldiers below the city when they tore apart the women's clothes.

Occasionally, there would be one or two broken groans, like the last hoarse, almost inaudible cry of a dying cat.

But even with just one or two sounds, he immediately recognized it was his mother's voice.

"Mom! Sister!"

He yelled, drew out his single sword, and kicked open the temple door.

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Under the mottled golden Buddha statue, he saw another nightmare that he could not get rid of in his life.

The girl's slender but white legs are bare and exposed, twisted into a weird posture, and a man's charming body is pressing down hard, blocking the girl's upper body, making it impossible to see her face and expression clearly The other beautiful woman was staring blankly at the decayed eaves, lying naked in the clothes, a man stepped on her struggling hands and drank wine, and another man held her slender legs... …

A man's body is dirty and ugly...

The bodies of the young girl and the beautiful woman were as clean as jade, being trampled on the icy soil...

There are also eight or nine men in Zhou Jun's costumes drinking and eating around the fire. Some of them are wearing loose clothes with complacent expressions, while others are very anxious, urging: "Hurry up, hurry up, it's easy to meet two people." You are the best, don't kill him so quickly..."

When the boy who looked like he was only about ten years old rushed in, the group of people were a little dazed.

But the boy didn't hesitate, he slashed the head of the man on his sister's body, and chopped down the man who was stepping on his mother's hand with a knife; the man who was bullying his mother was shocked. Just when he was about to withdraw, the boy's single knife pierced his lower abdomen.

It's just a blink of an eye.

When the soldiers came to their senses and went to grab their weapons, the boy only went to pull his mother and shouted over and over again: "Mother, mother, get up, let's run away!"

The beautiful woman's empty eyes gradually gathered a ray of light.

Her lips moved, she turned sideways reluctantly, stretched out her hand to her daughter who was lying on the ground, and called out: "Qing'er, Qing'er..."

The girl was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and she looked extremely beautiful. Her long hair was spread like a black waterfall on the dirty ground, but her face was snow-white, her half-open black eyes were lifeless, and a thread of blood was slowly hanging from her lips. Down.Hearing her mother's call, her eyelashes trembled, she barely raised her head to take a look, her pale lips moved, but she couldn't even utter a word, then she lowered her head powerlessly and never moved again.

It was dead.

The boy could no longer understand what kind of injury his mother and sister had suffered, but he pulled the mother who was still moving in fear, crying, "Mom, get up, let's go!"

The mother was panting in a daze, but she couldn't even shed tears, but she suddenly pushed him and shouted hoarsely: "Qian'er, run away, run away, run far away, find... find you!" Auntie is going to..."

The boy turned his head and saw those Zhou people attacking him with weapons.

"Mother, mother!"

He yelled loudly, raised the blood-dripping knife, and slashed at those men who were as big as him, fighting desperately without fear of death.

He wanted to save his mother, save his sister, and then ran to his father's embrace, seeing that exquisite jade blooming in the smiles of his uncles, bursting into anger...

One or two, quiet and unremarkable, crystal clear and beautiful like white jade...

He can hold it under the bright sunshine of Jinju, and see if the majestic blooming flower face is as elegant as his mother, and as delicate as his sister...

He wanted the smiles of the Titans when they watched the flowers bloom...

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The enemy's blood gushed down, and his own small body also shuttled through the wind and sword rain, leaving wounds one after another.

Someone's blade hit his bun, and when the turban was scattered and fluttered down, his black and soft hair also fell down.

"It's a female! It's actually a female!"

Someone was yelling, and the excitement of animal desire was surging in the blood.

That's right, Zhang Youchong has no son, only two very pretty daughters under his knees.

The second daughter, Qian'er, was raised as a boy because of her high talent in martial arts. Even she herself seldom treats herself as a girl.

But when facing the enemy, is it important to be a man or a woman?
She just wanted to use the knife in her hand to kill all the bad guys who wanted to harm her family, but she didn't understand where the strange light in those people's eyes came from.

The military discipline of the Great Zhou Dynasty has always been strict and strict, and no one dared to violate it.

Years of dry years like ascetic monks have long imprisoned the desires of these people like hungry tigers in an iron cage.

Did the young but scheming Emperor of Great Zhou already understand that once these hungry tigers are released from their cages, they will be even more beasts than birds?
Even seeing the little girl in front of them cut down several of their companions, they were not in a hurry to put her to death.The face that was more delicate than her sister's and the clean white skin exposed after the men's clothing was torn, had already called out the deepest sinful abyss in their bodies.

She didn't understand, but her mother did, understand how humiliating that unclean death is.

One of her daughters had already been ravaged to death under the most unbearable circumstances. Could it be that her other daughter would also die in such a miserable way?
"Qian'er run away, run away!"

When the girl heard the sound and turned her head, her mother was grabbing a long sword that had fallen from the ground and stabbing it into her stomach with all her might.

"Mother... Mother..."

Her world suddenly and completely collapsed.

The beautiful flower in the fantasy has not yet bloomed, it has withered and died, and it has fallen into the boundless night.

She screamed horribly about the last flesh and blood relative in this world, turned her head and ran towards her mother, the moves in her hands were already messed up.

Zhou Ren took advantage of the situation to attack, knocked her single saber into the air, kicked her into the air, and hit her head heavily on the stone pillar.

Blood gushed out and covered her eyes.

In addition to darkness, her eyes were blood red.

In a trance, she felt that someone was coming to grab her. She was confused, but howling like a small animal, scratching and biting desperately, suddenly bit someone's arm, and immediately bit down like crazy, wanting to tear it off. The man came with a piece of meat.

Someone screamed and slapped her small face heavily.

Her consciousness became even more blurred, and her eyes were full of people, all of whom were enemies.

They beheaded their father and uncles, they killed their mother and sister, and now they tore her clothes, pinched her breasts in dissatisfaction, and lifted her up again, with their dirty Hands go down.

She was crying like crazy, the dirty men's bodies were so terrifying, she just wanted to hack them to death one by one, hacked to death, hacked to death...

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