A round object fell to the ground and rolled around, and finally stopped next to a pile of corpses. Under the scattered blood, there was a pair of wide eyes looking at the sky.
The surrounding high courtyard walls are covered with torches, illuminating the entire courtyard as bright as day.
The courtyard was filled with people kneeling down in darkness. Duan Yulou's big sword was sitting at the head, holding his big sword in his left hand and a bowl of water and wine in his right hand.
While drinking, I squinted and looked down.
Sitting next to her was Hou Siniang. At this time, she had changed into a military uniform, and only her shoulders seemed to have some colors.
It's almost the fourth watch, and although there are many torches lit around, the huge courtyard is getting colder and colder.
Quite different from this, outside the courtyard at this time, the entire Zhuangzi was boiling and noisy. Fires were lit everywhere, big pots were set up, and bags after bags of grain were taken out of the warehouses in the courtyard and dumped directly.
Enter the steaming boiling pot.
Cheng Yu stood high on the roof and looked into the distance. Continuous bonfires spread out from the inside of the village and stretched for three miles.
At this time, almost all the wealthy households in the village were detained in the high-walled courtyard. As Duan Yulou expected, the other smaller courtyard saw that this courtyard had lost its grip, and first closed its door tightly, and then the door unexpectedly opened.
Opening from the inside, the crowded refugees outside the courtyard poured into the courtyard like a tide. For a while, the courtyard was crying for father and mother, and it was chaotic.
There was a riot from the second watch to the third watch. The original wealthy households were dying, and those who could not escape were all circled and kneeling in the courtyard.
"Your Majesty, have mercy on me! I...I, I, I am willing to donate the remaining food in my family, and I am a scholar and can read and write.
You can lead the king's horse and make suggestions."
"Scholar? Literary and hyphenated?"
Duan Yulou muttered when he heard this, then glanced at Hou Siniang sitting next to him, and said softly with disdain:
"Damn, you're still a jealous little husband!"
Hou Siniang glanced at Duan Yulou and remained silent.
Duan Yulou suppressed his complaint so low that except for Mrs. Yazhai beside him, only Cheng Yu who was standing on the branch heard it.
Viewed from a high place, Duan Yulou's expression became obviously impatient after hearing that the other party was a scholar. He threw the wine bowl on the table with a "dong" sound, and the force was so strong that the wine in the bowl was splashed.
Take half out and sprinkle it on the table.
"Bah! Bad luck! Extremely bad luck!"
Duan Yulou shook off the spilled wine from his hand, glanced at the wine still rippling back and forth in the bowl, and inexplicably thought of the turbulent water on the bank of the Longxiang River.
Then he remembered that when he was crossing the river with the troupe a few days ago, on a two-story boat next door, there was a man who was rushing to take the exam. He was rushing to take the exam, and he was walking up and down the waist of Xiao Yuexian.
Walking hand.
"Humph!"
Duan Yulou breathed out his breath and glared at the weak scholar kneeling on the ground.
The dough is white and tender,
He is somewhat similar to that slutty rich guy.
"They are all dishonest people,
What’s the use of keeping you!”
Duan Yulou cursed in his mouth, completely ignoring Hou Siniang who was staring at him from the side. With a "crash", he grabbed the tiger-headed sword in his hand and walked fiercely towards the frail scholar kneeling on the ground in a few steps.
"Your Majesty, please spare my life! My son has only read the books of saints and sages, and has never committed any murderous act. He is completely different from the evil-hearted wealthy people your Majesty killed. I beg you, Your Majesty, to spare my son's life!"
Before he could reach the scholar, an old woman emerged from the kneeling crowd, hugged Duan Yulou's legs and cried non-stop.
"Start!"
Duan Yulou raised his foot and kicked the old woman away, and saw that the frail scholar who was originally kneeling had fallen to the ground, trembling all over, and a pool of water flowed out on the ground.
King Duan Tian was extremely contemptuous:
"I asked an old woman to stand up, but she was already frightened. It turns out that all scholars are cowards, and you are even more embarrassed."
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! I am willing to die in my place, one life for another! Just kill me!"
The old woman hugged Duan Yulou's thigh with all her strength. The frightened and frail scholar just woke up at this moment, cried out "Mother!", and crawled towards Duan Yulou.
"Woo!"
A gust of cold wind blew by, and everyone in the venue shivered.
"Well, it seems that there are going to be new souls, at least two more."
A Yin Si martial judge floating high up murmured to his colleagues beside him, not wanting to be heard by the Qingyang County Martial Lord. He frowned with thick eyebrows and said in confusion:
"No, in my opinion, although the old woman is not pregnant, she is expected to live for five or six years. As for the scholar, she still has at least twenty or thirty years of life. Let's wait and see...
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The rude martial artist who was thinking casually suddenly felt something in his heart. He raised his head and looked at the rooftop opposite. He saw the gentleman in white who looked like Mr. Vincent, who was also watching the activities below.
Most of the corpses piled up in this courtyard were left behind when Hou Siniang and Duan Yulou attacked the courtyard.
There are also a small number of people who are fair and plump and fat, specially selected by Duan Yulou. After a lot of extortion of food and salary, a few dishonest people became his victims, and then "donated food and money"
"It will fall into place.
"What a loving mother and filial son. Today, the sword of the King of Japan has drawn blood. In this case, there is not much for you, mother and son!"
Duan Yulou raised the sword in his hand and shouted.
"King of Heaven!"
Hou Siniang stood up from her seat and shouted. Duan Yulou turned his head slightly when he heard the sound. Unexpectedly, the frail scholar bumped into his waist with red eyes.
"Ouch! Hiss~he! Straight bitch, can I give you some courage?"
Duan Yulou raised his foot and kicked the scholar ten feet away. His waist screamed in pain. He thought it was twisted due to the impact. The fireworks in his chest were suddenly splashed with hot oil.
"Come on! Kill! Kill them all! Leave no one behind!"
He reluctantly raised the sword above his head again, and was about to drop it when the old woman holding his thigh was in front of him.
"Whoosh!"
Duan Yulou's eyes flashed, and he suddenly felt that something swept past his eyes with a sound of breaking through the sky.
He reacted very quickly, immediately withdrew the knife and tilted it in front of him to concentrate on alert.
"Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
Several more sounds passed through the night sky. Duan Yulou looked in the direction he was going. Under the light of the torch from high up, he saw something like a strange light flickering on the courtyard wall not far away. p>
"Huh?"
He let out a light sigh and walked cautiously toward the courtyard wall with a knife, followed by Hou Siniang and other minions who also carried a waist knife.
The mother and son who had been crying and wiping away their tears just now had taken off their outer clothes and disappeared into the crowd. The rest of the people kneeling in the courtyard raised their heads and looked towards the courtyard wall.
Duan Yulou could see it clearly before he even walked up to it. It turned out that two rows of large characters had appeared on the earthen wall at some point, and each character shone brightly in the light of the torch.
Is it water?
Large characters formed by water droplets...
The place suddenly became quiet. Duan Yulou pointed at the earthen wall and read word for word:
"If you save the land and lose the people, you will lose both the people and the land."
He stopped and looked at Hou Siniang beside him, who pointed to another row of big characters:
"People will lose their land, but both people and land will survive."
"This..."
Duan Yulou stared at the sixteen large characters made of water on the wall, seeming to understand, but not understanding.
He reached out to touch the wall, but Hou Siniang grabbed his arm. The couple looked at each other, then looked at the people behind them and the people kneeling on the other side. They all looked confused.
"Who! Who can write it?"
Duan Yulou shouted to the audience while holding a knife.
"..."
No one responded, only the whirring sound of torches drifted in the courtyard.
"Hey!"
Suddenly, outside the courtyard, I heard a woman shouting. In the blink of an eye, a woman rushed in from outside the door. She stared at everyone in the courtyard with wide eyes. Finally, she looked at the bunch of torches on the wall of the courtyard, and suddenly jumped to her feet and cursed:
"You prodigal and forgetful bastards! You're lying here without sleeping at night. Lighting so many oil lamps is a waste of time. Please put them out quickly!"
After saying that, he ignored the corpses and ferocious gangsters lying around in the courtyard. While cursing, he pushed away a few minions and ran to the courtyard wall. He stood on tiptoes and raised his head, "Puff, Puff, Puff," and puffed up his cheeks to blow high.
Torch.
The woman arrived suddenly, and no one in the room responded. They all looked at her trying in vain to play with the torch.
Cheng Yu listened from a height, and the woman's voice sounded a bit hoarse and crazy, but it sounded quite familiar.
Looking carefully at the woman by the light of the torch, I saw that the texture of her clothes seemed to be that of a wealthy family, but it was stained with some branches and leaves, as if she had rolled on the ground.
His face was even more unkempt, especially with his hair covering his face, so that no one could see clearly.
It happened to be a coincidence that at this moment, the woman was blowing on the torch like crazy. She felt that the light in front of her eyes was in the way, so she moved it to both sides of her face. Only then did Cheng Yu see the face of the person coming.
Yo!
Old acquaintances.
No wonder the voice sounds familiar. Isn’t this the mother-in-law of Qian Duofu, the former owner of Qingluo Village?