"Although this name is not common, there are probably many people with the same name and surname." Shen Lie's subordinate said.
Zhao Ning nodded and stretched out his hand, "Show me."
Song Qingtang handed her the shoes, "My feet are sweaty."
Zhao Ning paused and didn't answer again.
She lowered her eyes and looked at them, thought for a moment and then said, "They are from Zhao Hui and the others."
"Who?" Song Qingtang didn't know him.
"Are you sure?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.
Zhao Ning nodded "OK."
"Who is it?" Song Qingtang asked again.
"I'll tell you in detail," Zhao Ning said, "put your shoes down."
Zhao Hui and the others had not been in Beijing very long, but Zhao Ning felt something was wrong at a glance about the formation.
Most merchant families are more afraid of death than ordinary people. They are better than anyone else at seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, and protecting themselves wisely. However, in such a chaotic situation in the capital, Zhao Hui and the others are not only confident, but also more arrogant.
How could a Huzhou businessman thousands of miles away have the confidence to challenge her in the capital? No matter how fierce and fierce Zhao Hui is, anyone who can protect a huge family fortune will never be brainless.
She is a backer, and a backer who can suppress her, a rich man in the capital.
In addition, Zhao Hui talked about food, grass, clothing, and weapons back and forth, but paid less attention to porcelain, gold, silver, and jade. Zhao Ning already had a guess in his mind.
"The rebels," Song Qingtang said, "but there is Shang Taiping in Huzhou, which team will they be?"
Zhao Ning shook his head and looked at the fire ahead. "Why did they want to save Lord Zhu? They suffered a lot of casualties this time."
"To sell us a favor?" Song Qingtang said, looking at Xia Zhaoyi.
To be precise, maybe the other party wanted to sell her a favor.
The word "Ali" has long been famous all over the world. No rebel would want to get a girl who can single-handedly resist the Li regime.
"If we succeed, we can sell favors," Zhao Ning said. "If we fail, we can be frustrated. For them, it is a sure-profit business."
"If you lose, doesn't it mean you have one more enemy?" Manager Li said.
"It depends on whether we can guess who they are," Zhao Ning looked at the shoes that Song Qingtang had put away and said, "Besides, we and them are enemies rather than friends."
Song Qingtang took a deep breath, packed up the baggage, and threw it aside. "You can't even call us an enemy. If you haven't helped us save people, you won't become an enemy no matter what."
Zhao Ning nodded and said no more. He looked at the fire that was getting smaller and smaller, and then looked at the thin girl.
In the past two days, the girl rarely spoke and spent most of her time outside the ice cellar.
She sat quietly on a small bench at the exit of the cold cave. No one knew what she was thinking.
I have known her for so long and I have never seen her so sad.
"Ah Li." Zhao Ning said softly.
Xia Zhaoyi paused for a moment, then turned around and said, "Yeah."
"Do you want to leave Beijing with us?" Zhao Ning said.
When Song Qingtang heard this, he quickly raised his eyes and looked at Xia Zhaoyi.
"I'm going to find my master." Xia Zhaoyi said.
Song Qingtang frowned and opened his lips, not knowing what to say.
"These are troubled times," Zhao Ning smiled, "I don't know when we will see you next time. I really want to watch you grow up. Ah Li will be very beautiful when she grows up."
"Okay," Xia Zhaoyi said, "When I grow up, I will go to you first."
"I'm over 50 years old. I don't know what will happen if we meet again."
"How can worldly age and flesh and blood imprison you?" Xia Zhaoyi smiled lightly, "You are younger than many people I see who are seventeen or eighteen years old."
"That's right," Manager Li said hurriedly, "My boss is still young, and some people have become old-fashioned in their early twenties. My boss has always been carefree and carefree, and is much better than them."
Song Qingtang kept looking at Xia Zhaoyi, and when she finally showed a smile, Song Qingtang hesitated to speak, and finally turned her head and looked to the other side.
I felt indescribable discomfort and depression in my heart. I didn't want to say goodbye to her, but I didn't have the qualifications and position to let her stay.
And, in such a chaotic world, he absolutely did not want her to stay.
She said she wanted to find a master. A master who could teach a disciple like her must be the most powerful person in the world and would definitely give her the best care and life.
Compared to the carefree life she could live, the lingering attachment in his heart was nothing.
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The corpses in the backyard of Jingzhao Mansion had been taken away by Beifu soldiers a few days ago, and the blood on the ground was still there. It has become warmer in the past few days, and the smell of these fishy odors is pungent and uncomfortable.
Xia Zhaoyi scattered Zhu Xian's ashes under a century-old beech tree in the backyard of Jingzhao Mansion.
Several layers of new soil cover it, and the color is different from the side.
Many people were crying outside Jingzhao Mansion.
The palace was wantonly destroyed, the nobles' mansions were humiliated and trampled, but in Jingzhao Mansion, everyone reached a consensus invisibly, no one broke in, and the most vicious people were let go.
"Are you crying, Master Zhu?" Lao Tong asked softly.
"With such a big thing happening in Jingzhao Mansion, it should be expected that Mr. Zhu has passed away." Lao Tong said.
Xia Zhaoyi raised his hand and sprinkled another handful of new soil, saying, "Maybe they are too scared. After all, they can't do anything now."
"Then what should they do? Can they just wait in the city for people from outside to attack..." Zhi Changle asked sadly.
A gust of breeze blew by. Xia Zhaoyi looked at the loess on the ground and said, "We can only wait."
The rulers want to rule living people, not dead cities. Except for those foreigners from the north who attack, if any rebel army enters the city, the people in the city will basically not face large-scale massacres.
But there is still fear. The peaceful and peaceful days have been overturned like this. No one knows what is waiting for tomorrow.
After all, the refugees had previously invaded through Guangqumen and rushed all the way to Zhengyang Road.
As for those refugees, they were also ordinary people who lived peacefully.
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Song Qingtang left with Zhao Ning and the others. Zhao Ning hired a lot of people, but he left in a very low-key manner. More than 500 people disguised themselves as ordinary refugees and mingled with the sea of tens of thousands of people.
Xia Zhaoyi left after three days. There were not as many people leaving the city as before. They rode out of Zhenwei Gate in the west, bypassed Tumiling, and headed towards Xiangjuan Mountain.
There are people everywhere at the foot of Xiangjuan Mountain. The higher you go up, the fewer people there are, and then you encounter a "pass".
More than 200 Tiancheng Camp soldiers took off their armor and stood there guarding the gate in ordinary clothes. They were the soldiers and horses that Da Dao Guan and Xiao Dao Guan had borrowed from Tian Cheng Camp at the foot of the mountain to prevent the refugees from attacking.
Xia Zhaoyi didn't want to go to too much trouble, so he went up the steep mountains alone and found the Taoist Temple.
After knocking on the gate of the mountain behind Daodaoguan, the door was opened from the inside not long after. The little Taoist priest holding a broom looked at the girl and exclaimed, "You are still alive!"
