The wind and snow were getting stronger and stronger, blowing in flakes from outside the porch. There was too much snow on the eaves, and it fell like falling rain.
On the inner beams, on the corridors, and on the floor, the frost and snow were getting heavier. Xia Zhaoyi and Song Qingtang were still squatting beside the corpse. Xia Zhaoyi sorted out all the relevant things he knew in his mind one by one.
Seeing that they didn't know how to feel cold, Manager Chu couldn't help but come over to persuade them to come in after waiting for a while.
Three large shops are connected here, and the entire second and third floors are connected together, with many rooms and halls.
Xia Zhaoyi responded and went to Zhao Ning's bedroom instead of following Song Qingtang.
Zhao Ning was leaning on the soft pillow and looking at the heavy snow outside the window. The blood loss was so severe that her lips were all white.
There were several shop assistants in the bedroom, and one of them had just brought a bowl of medicine and put it down. The fragrance of the medicine was filled with a strong bitter smell, which diluted some of the blood in the room.
Hearing Xia Zhaoyi's movements, Zhao Ning looked back and said softly: "Ah Li."
Xia Zhaoyi nodded, said nothing, sat down next to the soft couch, and held Zhao Ning's wrist.
"Is there anything else you don't know?" Zhao Ning curled his lips and smiled.
"Don't talk yet." Xia Zhaoyi said softly.
After thinking for a while, Xia Zhaoyi went to the table and picked up a pen and paper to write down a few prescriptions.
Each prescription is different. Some are fried to be drunk, and some are stirred into ointment for external application. After writing it, she specially standardized the order and days.
Manager Chu was standing aside. Seeing her writing down the ointment preparation method in such detail, Manager Chu raised his eyebrows. From his perspective as a businessman, he couldn't help but feel that this girl was too ignorant to be afraid that this method would be used by others.
Learn it, make ointments and sell them for money.
After finishing writing, Xia Zhaoyi didn't stay long. He went to the soft couch and gave Zhao Ning a few words before leaving.
Song Qingtang waited in the small guest room, waiting for a while. After waiting for a long time, the tea was cold. He stood up and opened the door and came out. Except for the waiter who was standing waiting for orders, there was no one outside.
"General Song." The waiter shouted respectfully.
Song Qingtang walked outside and met another waiter. Song Qingtang stopped him and asked him.
The waiter smiled: "Miss Ah Li, she has been away for a while."
"Left?" Song Qingtang was stunned, "The two men behind her also left?"
"Yes."
Song Qingtang cursed secretly in anger.
This damn girl, do you have to go back now? Can you see the road clearly with your charming eyes under this heavy snow?
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The sky completely sank, and the sky was filled with darkness before midnight.
Attendant Liao Nei came in through the open door of the palace, glanced at Emperor Xuan Yan who was not sure whether he was asleep on the soft couch, and said softly: "Your Majesty."
It seems that he fell asleep.
After waiting for a while, but there was no movement, Waiter Liao planned to turn around and leave.
Emperor Xuan Yan said: "Have you brought it?"
"I brought it here. It's outside the palace gate. Where are you taking it to?"
Emperor Xuan Yan opened his eyes: "Bring him directly here."
"Hey." Liau waited.
Waiter Liao turned around and went out. He turned back in no time for a cup of tea. Behind him were eight tall soldiers. Several of them held a person in each hand. One was a woman about fifty years old, and the other was about twenty-five years old.
man.
The two of them were forced to kneel on the ground, their bodies covered with bruises and bruises. They were wearing only a thin prison uniform in the freezing cold weather. They only felt warm after entering the palace.
The soldiers bowed and retreated to both sides. Attendant Liao did not leave, but stood aside waiting for orders.
Jiang's body was numb from the cold. She raised her head with difficulty and saw a man in a bright yellow dragon robe sitting on the soft couch. Her fingers twitched spasmodically and she stepped back slightly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty."
The emperor did not respond and looked at her coldly.
This woman is in a mess, with disheveled hair. From her facial features, it can be seen that she should have been a beauty when she was young, but her demeanor is very market-oriented, and she does not look like a lady at all. She may have been beaten in prison, or maybe she was beaten in the past two years.
He endured a barren life.
Emperor Xuan Yan looked at the other person. The man on the ground felt something and looked up. His eyes were the same as those of the woman, full of fear.
"Tao Ding." Emperor Xuan Yan said calmly.
Tao Ding knelt on the ground, tightening his fingers and stiffly wanting to make them into fists. Even though he was afraid of despair, he still looked at Emperor Xuan Yan, not wanting to look away.
Emperor Xuan Yan glanced at his hands, and his eyes became colder and disgusted.
Two years ago, Tao Ding was still a close and respected Yiwei around him, a highly valued Yulin general, with both civil and military skills, and a magnificent weapon. But now? He has become as thin as a monkey, with wounds all over his face.
The wound was vertical, causing him to squint his entire left eye. From the looks of it, this eye was going to be destroyed.
Emperor Xuan Yan sat upright and picked up the ginseng tea on the table. Because someone came in to replace it after a while, it was always hot.
"It must be very cold in the prison," Emperor Xuan Yan said after taking a sip of ginseng tea.
After a long silence, Tao Ding uttered one word: "Cold."
"It's snowing like this. I wonder if Tao Lan will be cold in the north?" Emperor Xuan Yan said, looking at the dark snow outside the palace, his old eyes deep.
This name made Jiang and Tao Ding feel heavy in their hearts.
"It's snowing heavily," Emperor Xuan Yan shook his head and sighed, "I don't know how many generals and soldiers I have buried in the northern border. The wilderness is full of bones. How can the good generals of the past be safe? Now I am willing to support them and return.
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Mrs. Jiang looked towards Tao Ding, her eyes were red, and she was so frightened that it almost overwhelmed her.
Tao Ding wanted to reach out to protect his mother, but he didn't dare.
He looked at the emperor sitting high above him, looking out at the palace with a vicissitudes of life expression.
Ever since the officers and soldiers broke into the house early yesterday morning, he knew that the Tao family was finally coming to an end.
After two years of being on tenterhooks and unable to sleep at night, what he was most afraid of was this moment. But when the courtyard door was actually kicked open and the loud noise came, he even felt relieved.
"Do you know why I don't kill you?" Emperor Xuan Yan asked.
"I don't know." Tao Ding replied.
He also wanted to ask, why not kill them?
The knife fell from his hand, the head fell to the ground, and the blood was spilled. The pigs and dogs in the past two years were not as good as the scolding in the market. He had long since not wanted to live, but he did not dare to die. Who is not afraid of death?
"Because, the army of the Northern Yuan Dynasty is pressing on my border and is eyeing me." Emperor Xuanyan laughed and said in a low voice, "Even though I am an emperor, I am timid. Once I kill you all,
Tao Lan will make trouble outside, and will encourage those barbarians to fight all the way to the capital, and will kill me too. Why can they kill so fiercely? Because," Emperor Xuanyan suddenly raised his voice and his face became ferocious.
, "Because my generals and my soldiers were all killed by that bitch of yours! Mrs. Jiang, you are a good daughter born and raised by this bitch!!!"
