Chapter 115 The Wind and Chill of the Northern Kingdom Part 1
"He Manzi"
The yellow desert is deserted, with a bit of wind and dust, and the cold wind blows the leaves.
I am the last bit of red lingering on the branches in the snow and rain.
It falls unwillingly and stays in your palm for a moment.
White gauze tent, red gum bed, we can only meet again in a dream...
Your smile is pale with the shadow of tears.
The flowers bloomed, but there was no sound of your voice; the flowers fell, and it burned my eyes.
The dream goes back and forth, but when I wake up, I just shed tears
Introduction: A song called He Manzi, tears fall and stain my clothes...
The wind is in front, blowing the fallen leaves.
Hazy night, withered vines, old trees, lonely temple...
A group of distant strangers were walking on the road in tattered clothes.
Haopeng had been walking for who knows how long. Anyway, she was already numb. She and a large number of slaves wore iron shackles on their feet and wooden shackles on their heads, staggering on the way north. She no longer cared about where she was sold.
, anyway, it’s not the same everywhere, it’s just going from one hell to another.
She was an ugly sixteen-year-old slave girl with no father or mother, and she was pregnant with a child. After traveling for more than a month, Penghao didn't see any water. Since the potion on her body was only last month, she secretly used a piece of it.
She dipped the cloth in the water given to her and wiped her body. The effect of applying it was not very good, and some parts of her face had changed color.
She looked ugly and dirty, with a strange smell all over her body.
She is a slave with no tomorrow.
A slave on the road to being sold.
What else could she think about? She couldn't think about anything. She just walked around numbly...
They walked all day, and in the evening they came to a ruined temple.
It was cloudy outside and was about to rain. As soon as Penghao entered the ruined temple, she collapsed against the wall. Her whole body ached and she just wanted to sit down and rest for a while. When she sat down, she stepped on someone, and the person screamed,
She glanced at the person and saw that it was a little slave girl who was tied with ropes just like her. The slave girl was not very old, only seventeen or eighteen years old. She was unkempt and looked very embarrassed.
She took one look and sat down expressionlessly. Her heart had long been numb. She didn't even care about her own pain. Would she still care about the pain of others?
"Are you dead? You stepped on someone and didn't say a word."
The slave girl was obviously angry.
After walking for so long, all the slaves felt like a fire was burning in their hearts.
The little slave girl obviously found an outlet. She screamed, rushed forward, and kicked Penghao.
Penghao was tired, hungry and dizzy.
The slave girl was no match for him. He managed to block it for a few times, then fell to the ground and huddled up under the kicks of the slave girl.
"I beat someone to death, ah, I beat someone to death!"
The slaves got into chaos, stretching their necks while holding the wooden shackles, watching this rare pleasure.
These slaves, soaked in the hardship of life, no longer value their own lives. The lives of other slaves are even less important than that of a cat or dog.
"Damn it, I don't even want to live anymore."
A slave trader came over and struck Penghao and the little slave girl with a whip.
The little slave girl and Penghao were dragging their heavy wooden shackles and dodging...
After all, Penghao was pregnant. She couldn't hide and fell to the ground. The wooden shackle hit her head heavily, and blood flowed from her head. The world and figures slowly swayed in her eyes...
"Sister Penghao, sister Penghao?"
A sharp and familiar voice sounded in Penghao's last consciousness. In her blurred vision, she saw a shadow of a person, a familiar figure, one that made her look bloody and reveal a weak smile.
silhouette.
"Little eldest son..."
Penghao only uttered these three words, and she fell into darkness...
When the eldest son first saw Penghao, his eyes widened with an expression of disbelief.
Isn't Sister Penghao the embroidery slave in the Tang Mansion? Mrs. Tang liked the clothes she embroidered the most. However, Mrs. Tang died. In order to show his filial piety, Mr. Tang sacrificed Penghao as a human and sent it to the altar.
The eldest son clearly heard from Aunt Zhang that Sister Penghao died for Mrs. Tang. How could she be alive in front of him?
What he couldn't believe was how could Sister Penghao be a pregnant woman?