The ink clouds are like splashing, and the night is silent, like a big cloth that can block everything in the world.
Someone quietly walked into the city from the gate of Peifeng City, sneaked into Tianbu Mansion, and hid in the cell hall where he was alone.
Some people were struggling to move forward in the heavy rain. The carts they were pushing were tightly tied and held down by large rocks, fearing that they would be blown away by the strong wind.
Someone stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the towering city wall looming in the distance, full of ambition, and wanted to capture this ancient city that had weathered five hundred years of wind and rain in one fell swoop.
There was someone in the big tent whose back of his head hurt so much that he couldn't sleep. He sat up and was angry that his skills were still lacking, he had neglected to practice diligently, and his lower body was unstable.
Outside the ancient mountains, lights are dimly lit, and lanterns are hung in the village roads to facilitate people who get up at night to travel without hindrance.
Someone was coming from the mountains and fields outside. Horse hooves trampled through the mud in the countryside, passing through a small village with few households, and stopped at Luo Temple Qian at the foot of Taoshan Ferry.
Shitou jumped off the carriage, turned around and said, "Master, we're here."
The curtain of the carriage was opened from the inside. The rich and handsome young man in black clothes got off the carriage, and the big men riding around him all dismounted at the same time.
The guards in front of the door didn't recognize them, but seeing their appearance, they knew they were either rich or noble, so they stepped forward and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
"The old lady asked us to come," Shitou took out a letter and handed it over, "our old lady's name is Guo Shu."
"It turns out to be Master Shen," the guard said, "I'm sorry, please wait a moment."
The guard took the letter and ran inside. Jiang Shilang was already asleep. Xiao Zhizhang read the letter and confirmed that it was Guo Shu's handwriting. He stood up and said, "I will go with you to greet him."
The night was really dark, so after Xiao Zhang came out, he exchanged some pleasantries and then ushered the guests in.
He had been informed of their arrival in advance, so the wing rooms were prepared. Xiao led them to settle in. As he walked through the hall, the young man asked: "Is Mr. Jiang asleep?"
"It's six o'clock in the morning, so of course I fell asleep," Xiao Zhanzheng said.
"What about Peifeng's situation? How is it now?"
Xiao Zhangcheng sighed: "What else can we do? The official road is blocked by mud and rocks, and all the mountain roads that can be walked are blocked. There are even walking conditions in the deep mountains. There is nothing we can do."
Shen Lie frowned slightly, paused, and nodded: "Okay, thank you Xiao Zheng."
After entering the wing and settling down, Shitou tidied everything up and came over and said, "Master, do you want to sleep or read some more?"
Shen Lie remained silent and stood by the window. The few candlelights in the room reflected his slender shadow on the window, and he remained motionless for a long time.
"Master?"
"Let Zhang Meng and Dai Yu go take a look." The young man finally spoke, his voice was deep.
Shi Shi paused, then nodded quickly: "Yes, I'll go right away."
Watching the stone leave, Shen Lie's brows furrowed slightly again.
He raised one hand and pushed open the window, and the wind and rain blew in instantly, making him feel cold.
After Ding Guo Gong's Mansion, Zheng Guo Gong's Mansion has also been targeted, but this time it may not be so easy. For no other reason, the building will collapse, and the Li regime itself will not be able to stand.
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Xia Zhaoyi got up very early.
She rarely dreams, but she had a nightmare last night. She dreamed back to Rongtang Gorge two years ago, but the person who was dragged to death on the snow was not her, but her second brother.
The same dream happened over and over again, like a haunting ghost, forcing her to break out in a cold sweat.
The rain in the early morning was very light. She stood in front of the village and looked at the raging river in the distance. She felt uneasy and didn't know how to make predictions. Regardless of whether she calculated it or not, it would be a big disaster.
"Ah Li, why are you so early?" Lao Tong passed by with a lot of wood in his arms and asked.
Xia Zhaoyi looked back at him and said, "Morning."
"What's wrong with your face?" Lao Tong asked with concern when he saw that she looked bad.
"It's nothing, I had a nightmare last night," Xia Zhaoyi said, "Old Tong, you got up so early too."
"Yes," Lao Tong smiled and patted the wood in his hand, "No, if you can get more, go faster, so we can set off early."
Xia Zhaoyi curled her lips and gave a slight smile: "Then go and do your work. I will bring back some more delicious food today."
Lao Tong knew that she liked to be quiet and didn't like to be disturbed, so he nodded: "Well, I'll go then."
Xia Zhaoyi watched him leave, retracted her gaze, and looked back at the river again, but suddenly paused and her eyes fell on the river bank farther away.
Xia Zhaoyi was startled and shouted: "Old Tong!"
Then he jumped down the hillside and ran wildly.
Lao Tong ran out after hearing the sound. When he arrived at the village, he only had time to see the back of the little girl sprinting. He didn't understand the situation yet, but his first reaction was to chase after her.
Pang Yi held the branch in his hand and could hardly stand. He supported his tall figure beside the river bank and took another difficult step.
Hearing someone calling him in the distance, Pang Yi raised his head. In the dim morning light, a girl dressed in plain cloth was running towards him.
Pang Yi breathed a long sigh of relief. His will was finally exhausted and his eyelids began to become heavy.
The thick branch in his hand tilted and completely lost its strength, and his huge body fell straight forward. But before he fell into the water, a thin figure rushed towards him and reached out to support him, avoiding being thrown by the people on the shore.
Impaled by broken wooden stakes.
"Pang Yi!" Lao Tong followed closely and hurriedly supported him, "Pang Yi?!"
Xia Zhaoyi saw the wound on his abdomen, raised his head and shouted: "Hold him back! Don't use your back, I'll call someone to come over and take turns with you!"
Lao Tong nodded, gritted his teeth, and picked him up.
Xia Zhaoyi turned around and ran out.
Everyone heard the sound and gathered around, but Zhi Changle blocked the door.
Pang Yi was lying on the bed, completely falling asleep, his face pale and his whole body cold.
The wound on his abdomen wasn't very deep, and he tore off his clothes and covered it to stop the bleeding, but after being soaked in the rain all night, his body, no matter how iron-clad, couldn't bear it.
Zhao Daqian was frantic beside him, his eyes red.
Lao Tong helped pass things around, brought hot water, and wiped his hands and feet with a hot handkerchief.
The girl's face was expressionless and she was treating the wound almost indifferently. From time to time, she would crush hot boiled herbs and apply them on several of his acupuncture points. After the herbs cooled down, she would replace them with new ones.
"What kind of injury is this?" Zhao Daqian asked lightly. "Did you accidentally fall and be punctured by the broken wood on the ground?"
"It's like a spear." Lao Tong said.
"Lance?"
Lao Tong nodded.
He may not be able to recognize the other wounds, but the wounds caused by the spear, for a soldier who has used the spear for several years, how could he not recognize them.
"That means...he met someone, right?" Zhao Daqian murmured.
Xia Zhaoyi stood up at this time, stepped away slightly, and said, "Turn him over, be gentle."
"Yes." Lao Tong nodded, and together with Zhao Daqian, turned Pang Yi over.
"Take off his pants and expose his butt." Xia Zhaoyi said again.
Lao Tong paused and looked back at her: "Take off your pants?"
