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Panic can spread faster than anyone imagines, and whether it is intentional or unintentional, panic will always split into dozens of versions on the way to spreading.
The riot started from Tianqi Street and quickly moved towards Zhengyang Road and Yujie Street, filling up Shengjing Street.
The children were standing in the heavy snow crying, and a woman was holding several children, urging her husband in a panic.
The crowd was in a hurry, some were carrying burdens, and some were pushing carts across the snow.
The goods in many shops were robbed. The shopkeeper was so helpless that he could not stop the crowd, and even the clerks in his own shop followed suit.
There were many scattered items on the street, including many account books, land properties, and land deeds. Things that were usually regarded as treasures were dropped on the snow without any care to pick them up. They were trampled all over and fell into the snow.
The crowd jostled each other, like a wave of panic, rushing to the north.
In the most spacious opening and closing of Zhengyang Road, the No. 1 restaurant in Jingzhao, Tai Ping Ju, was wearing a brocade white robe. He stood slenderly by the window, swaying the folding fan in his hand, looking at the commotion on the street below, and said with a smile
: "Look at how the people in this capital have been frightened. They are frightened."
"But Prince," Ji Sheng said in a low voice, "It's not good to scare them like this. Many people will die if they are stampeded by the crowd."
Zhao Xun shook his head slightly and said softly: "If you are not scared now, you will be even more scared later. Do you think the Yongding Gate will really not be broken down? Yan Qinglin is not the only one in the capital who is greedy for the refugees. Wait.
Those refugees really rush into the city. What will happen to those people who are hungry, crazy, jealous, crazy and hateful? They will really eat human flesh alive. They have to be scared for a while. Why don't you help me?
Stop the Xuanwu Army, but my teacher is still standing in front of Dongping Academy."
Having said this, Zhao Yu stopped shaking the folding fan in his hand and looked up at the street entrance to the right.
When it came to Dongping Academy, the thing that impressed him most this time was Song Qingtang.
There have always been many young talents in Daqian, so although I had noticed him at first, I didn't pay much attention to him. As expected, fire knows gold. When this storm is over, whether Song Qingtang is dead or alive, he will be famous all over the world.
Entering the Qing Dynasty is inevitable.
"I wonder what's going on in front of Dongping Academy now," Zhao Yu continued to shake the folding fan lightly and said, "I hope Song Qingtang doesn't die from exhaustion in the battle, otherwise, it will be a real pity."
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The green snow was gloomy and the reflection was dazzling. The corpses on the ground, whether they were patrol guards from the Xiaohu camp or Xuanwu troops wearing black armor, were all carried away by Song Qingtang's people. At the same time, those who surrounded him behind him were shouting and cursing.
The people were also driven away by his orders and retreated far away from the street.
There are more and more young and energetic young men, some carrying knives, some holding swords, all wearing thin clothes and well-dressed, and they must come regardless of the obstruction of their families.
"Such a big event happened at Dongping Academy. Do you dare to go?"
"Why don't I dare?"
"Then go, you'd be a coward if you didn't come!"
"Just leave!"
…
The men sent by Shen Lie to report the news came on horseback and stopped behind the crowd. It took a lot of effort to squeeze in, but they were blocked by the people from Xiaohu Camp.
Not long after Song Qingtang fell asleep, his body was extremely sleepy and exhausted, but he could not close his eyes until he sat outside a carriage and was being bandaged. His bloodshot eyes looked at the gauze layer by layer.
He wrapped his arms and before he knew it, he finally fell asleep in a leaning position.
The person who reported the news finally came to him. He couldn't bear to wake him up and turned his eyes to the other side.
The Xuanwu troops in front also stayed up all night and were extremely sleepy, but they still couldn't get the order, leaving them in a dilemma.
In front of the two opposing armies, a thin girl stood in the wind and snow holding an umbrella, like a navy blue flower blooming on the vast snow.
The person who reported the news blinked his eyes, felt happy, and said, "That little girl is..."
"It's Ah Li." Song Qingtang's guard replied.
She stood there for a long time, and many people's eyes were on her.
This is not the first time for everyone to see her. She has caused a lot of troubles in Daping Square and Yanyun Wei Mansion several times, but looking at her now, they still feel surprised and bizarre.
It has no head, six arms, or a pair of wings. It is simple, simple, elegant and clean, and its petite figure stands upright in the strong wind.
"Great!" The visitor was delighted, "I'll go find her!"
"Hey!" Konoe shouted unable to stop.
"Miss Ah Li!" The visitor passed hundreds of soldiers and horses from one side, ran up and said, "Little girl Ah Li!"
The girl turned around and looked at him calmly.
"My young master, Yunliang is in a cold state," the visitor said. "The young master asked me to bring a message to General Song, but General Song is sleeping."
Xia Zhaoyi nodded and said warmly: "You say it."
The visitor looked around and lowered his voice and said: "The young master and I have just come out of the palace. The situation in the palace is in chaos and all the officials are under house arrest. We have taken the Song Dynasty Minister to a safe place. At the same time, all the family members of the Song Dynasty have been detained by the young master." We have sent people to arrange protection, and the young master has asked me to come and speak to General Song, hoping that he will feel at ease."
Xia Zhaoyi nodded again and smiled slightly: "Mr. Shen is so kind."
"Ah?" The visitor paused for a moment, then smiled uncomfortably, as if to praise him, and said, "Yes, yes, my young master is a nice person and handsome..."
"Is there any other news from the palace?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.
"It's not clear. We didn't stay too long, but the palace was really in chaos. All the servants and maids had a hard time. By the way, many concubines were sentenced to death."
Xia Zhaoyi frowned slightly and said, "Death?"
"yes."
"Heh..." Xia Zhaoyi smiled, his smile cold.
"Miss Ah Li," the visitor was curious, "why are you standing here?"
"I happened to be passing by, so I stayed and guarded for General Song Lang for a while," Xia Zhaoyi said, turning to look back at the Xuanwu troops, "Because I have a bad reputation, but now this notoriety can come in handy."
"That's not true," the visitor said hurriedly, "Miss Ah Li is very nice."
Xia Zhaoyi laughed again and did not answer any more words.
She had been standing here for a long time, looking at the Xuanwu troops. Due to her short stature and limited field of vision, she could not see too far. Wherever she looked, she saw faces that were pale from the cold.
Her hand holding the umbrella gradually turned from warm to freezing, and the wind and snow hit her, causing bone-piercing pain.
And as much as she was in pain, these soldiers must have endured twice as much.
But no one moved. She never gave in, nor did the Xuanwu troops.
