She was a domineering girl who once stood in front of the supreme ruler of this dynasty.
A man who has stood at the forefront of the times and is destined to go down in history.
And, Zhan Jiuye suddenly realized that she was also from the most powerful and prominent family he had ever encountered in his life.
Her father is Duke Dingguo, her brothers are all world-famous young generals, and her sister is the unrivaled Xia Zhaoyi. The entire Xia family has been prosperous for hundreds of years.
He immersed himself in reading poetry and books, wasn't it just to revive the Zhan family...
"Miss Ah Li," Master Zhan Jiu said with some excitement, "You said that the world will be clear and the world will be more open, but you want to take over this world?"
"If I don't take it away, I only want revenge."
"You are an orphan from the Dingguo Palace. If you stand up and wave your arms, all the benevolent people in the world will flock to your banner like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea!"
Xia Zhaoyi smiled.
Her eyes were as clear and bright as before, but this time, Zhan Jiuye could tell that her smile was not genuine.
"Miss Ali..." Zhan Jiuye's voice slowed down, "The revenge you are talking about is against Li Qian?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Zhan Jiu, I won't involve Qingxiang Mountain in it."
"No, no," Zhan Jiuye said hurriedly, "That's not what I meant, I just asked..."
He even wished that Qingxiang Mountain could be involved.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and once it is done, the name will last forever, and many people in the village can even become famous in one fell swoop. With this honor, they can go out to seek employment, and in the future, they may be able to become marquises and prime ministers.
But Li Qian, who was defeated and thousands of miles away, had to deal with Youzhou Congxin, who lived in the remote Qingxiang Village.
Tian Dayao agrees?
Song Zhiyi agrees?
Zhan Jiuye was overjoyed and excited.
The right time, right place, and right people are all in place!
Of the millions of people in the world, how many can be lucky enough to encounter this opportunity?
Zhan Jiuye has a grand plan unfolding before his eyes.
The exclamation coming from afar shattered Zhan Jiuye's splendid picture of rivers and mountains.
"Master Jiu! Something happened, Master Jiu!"
The voice was too urgent, Zhan Jiuye's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned around and looked outside.
Zeng, who was at the door, walked to the mountain gate and shouted to the people running outside: "What happened?"
"Where is Master Jiu? Is Master Jiu here?"
Master Zhan Jiu stood up holding the Eight Immortals Table: "Miss Ali, let me go and take a look."
"Um."
The person who came was a young militiaman. He rushed down and Zhan Jiuye pointed in the distance: "Master Jiu, look! Look! It's them again!"
Zhan Jiuye, Zeng Jishi, and Feng Changshi who followed behind looked up.
In the vast darkness of the night, a bright light appeared at the foot of the mountains in the distance. The bright flames of the lights illuminated thousands of dark heads. The crowd was rushing along the ancient mountains towards the head of Qingxiang Village.
Zhan Jiuye immediately uttered an extremely unpleasant curse word, paused suddenly, and looked towards the main hall behind him.
Across an empty courtyard, the lights in the main hall were dim, but Zhan Jiuye knew that the girl could hear it.
Knowing that he had made a mistake, Zhan Jiuye clapped his lips, raised his hands toward the hall, and said respectfully: "Miss Ali, something happened ahead, let me go and take a look!"
"Okay." The girl said in the palace.
Leaving Zeng Jishi and Feng Changshi behind, Zhan Jiuye left in a hurry with the young militiamen.
At the fork of the river going down from the mountain gate, when he met Zhi Changle coming up, Zhan Jiuye raised his hand and said, "Hero Zhi!"
"Ah?" Zhi Changle stopped.
Zhan Jiuye walked away quickly.
"...Hero." Zhang Le laughed happily. He was often called a hero, but rarely a hero. He was called a hero, and he still had face.
There were two signed contracts, Xia Zhaoyi kept one, and Feng Changshi kept the other.
Zeng Jishi stood at the gate of the mountain and looked into the distance. When he saw Zhi Changle coming back, he also said hello respectfully.
Zhi Changle responded politely, walked quickly through the empty court, and said loudly: "Ali! Something happened outside!"
Compared to the voice calling Master Zhan Jiu, Zhi Changle was much calmer.
"It should be the refugees outside," Feng Changshi said. "They want to come in. They did this once at the end of last month."
"There are a lot of people outside," Zhi Changle whispered to Xia Zhaoyi, "Looking at the scale, it is still organized. If we give it some time, we might be able to select generals and form a military force."
"Don't be afraid, Miss Ali," Feng Changshi said hurriedly, "They can be stopped outside."
"If we can stop it this time, what about next time?" Zhi Changle asked.
"That's definitely possible."
"The number of refugees is increasing day by day. Where can we go?" Zhi Changle looked back at Xia Zhaoyi and said, "Ah Li, I think we should leave."
Zhi Changle hurriedly looked towards the Eight Immortals table, saw the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it, and Zhi Changle sighed.
"Even if you don't sign, it will always be like this wherever you go," Xia Zhaoyi curled her lips and gave a faint smile, "Brother Zhi, traveling in the state is very chaotic."
"Yes, relatively speaking, Qingxiang Mountain is already very good." Feng Changshi said quickly.
Zhi Changle nodded.
The mountain wind blew outside the hall, bringing with it a chill.
Zhi Changle raised his head and looked at the three statues standing in the hall.
A majestic and kind face, kind and solemn.
"It's a refugee again..." Zhi Changle sighed again, "It's so sad."
Regardless of whether it was Peifeng or the refugee army commanded by Lin Yao.
Still being used by Song Zhiyi and Yan Qinglin, tens of thousands of people were buried outside the capital.
Or maybe these years
Xia Zhaoyi also raised his head and looked towards the sacred elephant.
The candlelight in the hall fell on her smooth face, casting a hazy glow.
Her eyes were clear and bright, the idol looked down quietly, and she also stared at the idol quietly.
"Ah Li, what are you thinking about?" Zhi Changle asked in a low voice.
"I'm thinking that when the world becomes clearer and the world becomes more open," Xia Zhaoyi said softly, "I will eventually see that day in this life."
Zhi Changle looked at her silently, and suddenly had a feeling that the girl's thin, tall and slender figure seemed to be able to withstand the entire falling sky.
However, the girl they knew had always been carefree and indifferent to fame and fortune. Would she, who was so carefree and carefree, be willing to shoulder the burden?
And, they didn't want her to carry it, it would be so tiring...
Looking into the distance from the direction of the Taoist temple, the night is deep and the sky and the earth are vast. Those torches are just a thin patch in the whole sky and earth.
Looking at the Taoist temple from a distance, the bright light in the mountain stream is more obvious.
The surrounding flowers, trees, and grass were illuminated by the lights of the Taoist temple, and in the entire dark mountainside, it was the only place that was inhabited.
A middle-aged man in ragged clothes and a dirty face stood outside the crowd of refugees. The evening breeze blew across the sky and the earth. He stared helplessly at the lights on the mountain for a long time.
"Sun San, have you thought clearly?" A slightly hoarse voice sounded next to him.
The middle-aged man looked towards him.
The person who spoke was also quite old, and his clothes were ragged, but his face was very clean.
He continued: "If you haven't yet, I won't wait for you. I will find other people who are willing to stand up and help us survive. Otherwise, we will really starve to death."
"Then go find someone else," Sun San said, "Don't look for me."
