Reihei was hit three times, panting, and half-squinting his eyes to see the person in front of him clearly.
She was still the same girl, no taller than her own shoulders, dressed in tatters and dirty, except for her clean face and exceptionally bright eyes.
She held one in her hand...
What's this?
Reihei looked at the green bundle of things. The whip was not a whip, and the stick was not a stick. The girl looked weak and didn't seem to exert much force, but why was it so loud and painful when thrown up?
"Is this crime easy to bear?" Xia Zhaoyi said.
Lianping grinded his teeth, and the wounds on his body hurt, especially on his face.
The first whip was aimed directly at her face. She was crying from her left eye now. Fortunately, she was not blinded.
"You, don't you want to live?" Lianping avoided Xia Zhaoyi's eyes and said fiercely while looking at the ground.
"Snapped!"
Another whip cracked.
Rei Ping shrank back and cried, "Stop fighting!"
"Snapped!"
One more time.
"Snapped!"
Another one.
Reihei screamed, unable to escape no matter what, he crawled back and hid under the steps, trembling and curled up into a ball, crying miserably.
"You know it hurts, right?" Xia Zhaoyi looked at her pitifully, "I'm too lazy to talk to a wicked woman like you. From now on, you can take care of yourself."
After saying that, Xia Zhaoyi turned his head again and looked at Su Xiang in the window over there.
Su Xiang was startled and swallowed quietly.
She is obviously just a short girl, why does she feel so scary?
Her eyes were calm, neither hateful nor indifferent, just like the breeze in the courtyard.
Why is it scary?
Xia Zhaoyi looked away, rolled up the rattan whip in his hand, put it back into the wooden box, closed it and turned around to leave.
Just, just leave like this?
He left after being whipped a dozen times?
Suxiang looked at Lianping and suspected that she was having a dream.
She put the tea cup on the table, opened the door and ran out to help Lian Ping.
"Reihei."
"Don't touch me!" Lianping cried, her skin and flesh were torn apart after being beaten, and she shed tears of pain.
"This, this," Su Xiang looked confused, "What happened?"
Reping also wanted to ask what happened, but her body hurt so much that she just wanted to cry.
"By the way, I'm going to call someone," Suxiang got up, "Don't be afraid, I'm going to call someone right now!"
What happened in Bian Erlang's yard was really lawless.
But, was that really a little slave boy just now?
Suxiang ran outside, calling people while running, but at the same time she felt it was really incredible.
Su Xiang shouted loudly. They heard that something happened in Bian Erlang's yard, and many people rushed there.
Xia Zhaoyi was the first to hear the noise, but she was now calmly jumping across several courtyards to reach the steep rocky slope near the foot of the mountain, which was dark and dimly lit.
The noise of people in the distance made it quiet here. She picked a rock and climbed up to sit on it. She crossed her legs and held the small wooden box in her arms, looking up at the stars in the sky.
Those Yuexia peony seeds from just now are still in my mind, and the aroma seems to be lingering in my nose.
This variety of peony under the moon is very special and very rare. It is said that it is a flower species cultivated exclusively by the Qiao family in Zhaozhou. However, the Qiao family in Zhaozhou was destroyed decades ago.
The Qiao family was in Nantang County, Zhaozhou, only thirty miles away from Liling. At that time, there was a famine in Zhaozhou and someone raised a rebel flag. The Qiao family had known the news early and could have informed the people and officers and soldiers in the city to prepare.
However, they took their families and their families and fled overnight.
Later, the rebellious victims entered the city, grabbed food everywhere, and killed everyone they saw.
They were so red-blooded that blood flowed into rivers in the city and mountains of corpses piled up.
The imperial court sent people to suppress it, and the army surrounded Nantang County, but did not attack the city. They just waited there and waited for the rebels to run out of ammunition and food before leaving the city and surrendering.
They were trapped like this for four months. When the city gate was finally opened, the city was full of fishy smell, insects and flies blocked the sun, and less than a thousand people survived.
As for the Qiao family, they were considered by the court to be collaborators and rebels. The Tianrong Guards pursued them for two years, but could not capture more than eleven of them, and further searches for the others yielded no results.
Until three years later, at dusk, in a small riverside village in Kuozhou, fisherwomen were drying fish in a sieve next to the river, when suddenly a group of coffins floated up from the upper river.
Villagers came one after another and salvaged several coffins, which contained long-dehydrated mummies.
There were a total of eighty-six coffins before and after. It was later found out that they belonged to the Qiao family.
It is impossible to find out who threw the coffin, and it is still a mystery to this day. As word of mouth spreads, the incident becomes more and more weird, and it is also associated with many magical colors, such as someone doing something, such as asking God for orders.
When Xia Zhaoyi first heard about this legend, he just thought it was a strange story. After all, he had never heard such strange legends beside his master.
It's the flower.
She recalled those peony seeds under the moon, which seemed more beautiful and fragrant than what Master had described.
The horse thieves gang in the wilderness planted Yuexia Shao from the Qiao family in Zhaozhou.
This relationship is quite interesting.
The sky was dim and dull, and the faint stars that were there just now were obscured by thick dark clouds.
Xia Zhaoyi retracted his gaze and looked at the buildings in front of him, recalling the road he had just walked while lightly tracing the wooden box with his fingers.
In fact, it doesn't matter whether she remembers this or not. The route she will leave when the time comes won't be this way, but she just feels congested in her heart.
The words that Master likes to talk about the most are that saints will never die and thieves will not stop, or that the world is unkind and treats all things as stupid dogs.
The old man had a cold and indifferent personality and would not pay attention to irrelevant people or things. No matter how sympathetic he was to the innocent and weak, he would just send some money and tell her that everyone has their own destiny, so just stop there.
But besides this master, Xia Zhaoyi also had his father and brothers who sent people to deliver letters every month.
My father is the hereditary Duke of Daqian Ding. In fact, he can just sit back and raise a bird or plant a flower to live a carefree life. However, my father also admires Confucianism and always says to worry about the world first and serve the world.
The heart is to establish a destiny for the sake of living and the people, and to carry forward the unique teachings of the saints.
The eldest brother Xia Zhaode is a busy man. He went to the military camp for training in his early years. He only received one letter from Xia Zhaoyi in half a year.
As for the second brother Xia Zhaoxue, he was basically a chatterbox. Xia Zhaoyi often received a letter from him in the morning, and another one in the afternoon, saying that he remembered that he still had something to say, but it was all trivial.
Compared with his master and father, the second brother Xia Zhaoxue does not pay attention to any beliefs or schools of thought. He only likes one word, "xia".
The pure blood is full of passion, singing wildly and drinking heavily, the mountains and rivers are clearing the way, and the heaven and the earth are dreams.
"Second brother."
Xia Zhaoyi called softly, with sadness rising in his chest. In that tragic battle two years ago, when his second brother woke up after leaving Yunhu, he didn't know what kind of grief he would feel.
She then looked at the buildings in front of her, with green tiles, red roofs, and carved beams, and the feeling of congestion in her heart became more and more obvious.
