Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Blood Swallows Teeth

The sky was getting dark gradually, and the north wind was howling, cold and piercing to the bone marrow, and the strong wind rolled up the white snow, whimpering all over the sky, like a crazy monster. The servants of Zhuge's family were cleaning the paddock. They scooped up the young corpses with a shovel, and then threw them on the carriage.A small pit had been dug not far away, and the wormwood was crackling and burning, emitting thick black smoke. It was used to bury these children, and those bloodthirsty animals were also buried together.These worthless lives are like balls. The rich owners get tired of playing with them only once, so they throw them all away.

Jing Yue'er was wearing a broken sack, she lowered her head very quietly, and sat quietly against the cage.She was seriously injured, and even if she was placed on an adult, she might not be able to endure silently. The servants of Zhuge's family thought that she might die, but they came to see her many times, but they still saw the child. His chest was rising and falling gently, and they knew that it was breathing, and there was a strange force supporting the child who was about to die to continue to live.So, instead of throwing her into the burial pit, they put her in a cage when they left.

The cage that looked crowded before now looks a little empty. All the children are dead, except for one.While the servants were lamenting the child's good luck, they couldn't help but quietly poked their heads over and looked at her carefully. Even if they couldn't tell, they still keenly noticed that this child was different from when he came here before. The gate of Zhenhuang City was wide open, and the Zhuge family had great power and status in Daxia. The guards guarding the city looked at their badges respectfully, and then nodded and bowed their heads to watch them go. Jing Yue'er didn't know how long it had passed, the carriage was shaking all the time, she didn't raise her head, she didn't feel the slightest bit, the sun was very strong today, but the wind was very cold, howling, it blew in through the gap in the cage , hitting her thin clothes, it hurt like a knife was scratched.

Turning around the main street of Jiuwei, you will find Ziwei Square in the inner city. It is named after Queen Ziwei, the founding mother of Daxia. For four hundred years, it has been faintly a holy place for Daxia. When people pass by, they must face the square. The Ziwei Palace in the center worships three times and kowtows nine times to show respect. The servants of Zhuge's family got out of the car one after another and kowtowed to the palace meticulously. At this time, Qingyue's horse neighed suddenly, and a light voice said slowly in front: "Which family are you servants, why are you blocking the middle of the road?"

Zhu Shun got up quickly, and when he saw the person coming, he suddenly lost his arrogance, and hurriedly lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully: "So it's Mr. Shu Ye, let's make way for you." The team of Zhuge's family hurriedly moved out of the way, and the sound of horseshoes approached. When they passed by Jing Yue'er, the man on the horse suddenly let out a cry of surprise, and then stopped. "Have you been attacked by wolves?" Zhu Shun was taken aback for a moment, and quickly replied: "If you want to return to the young master, no, this is just a slave, it doesn't get in the way."

Shu Ye ignored Zhu Shun, just stared at Yue'er in the cage, slowly bent down, and said kindly: "Child, raise your head." With a sound of swishing, a shadow of a whip came suddenly, passed through the cage and slapped Jing Yue'er fiercely.Jing Yue'er was shocked all over, she immediately raised her head and looked at where the whip came from. "What are you doing?" Shu Ye raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice. Zhu Shun was a little scared at once, and quickly explained: "Little one, seeing that this slave is so bold, how dare he not reply to your son's words..."

"Your name is Zhu Shun, right?" The soft voice suddenly sounded, although it was childish, it revealed a trace of peace and calmness that could not be ignored.Both Zhu Shun and Shu Ye turned their heads strangely and looked at the child who had just been beaten.Zhu Shun was dumbfounded, stuttering, "You, what are you talking about?" Jing Yue'er's face is small, full of blood stains, her big eyes are black and white, and she looks more and more beautiful.She repeated quietly: "I just heard someone call you Zhu Shun, this is your name, isn't it?" Zhu Shun slowly frowned: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." The child shook his head, stretched out a small black hand, gently covered the arm that had just been whipped, nodded and said, "I remember." Zhu Shun was furious immediately, and just as he was about to speak, Shu Ye laughed first. He looked seventeen or eighteen years old, with a tall and straight figure, unrestrained and upright, dressed in a moon-white robe, embroidered with layers of auspicious clouds and brocade, that is, graceful and luxurious. Not showy.He looked Jing Yue'er up and down, and finally said with a smile: "Son, can you tell me your name."

Yue'er glanced at Shu Ye, then shook her head, her voice was still a bit milky, but her eyes were extremely serious, looking a little funny.She said seriously: "I'll tell you when one day I don't have to look up at you from the cage." Hearing this, Shu Ye's eyes suddenly rolled up, he turned his head and smiled at Zhu Shun and said, "This little slave is my friend, don't bully her." Zhu Shun squinted at Jing Yue'er, then nodded in agreement. "Little girl, I'm waiting for the day when you tell me your name. Before that, you have to protect yourself. "

Jing Yue'er nodded, Master Shu Ye gave a gentle smile, and drove the horse away from Ziwei Square.With an ugly face, Zhu Shun ordered everyone to continue walking, and after a while, they arrived at Zhuge's mansion. Zhuge's house occupies a very large area, and when entering through the back door, Zhu Shun handed Jing Yue'er over to two handymen, gave a few orders, gave Jing Yue'er a cold look, then turned and left. With a click, the lock of a room door was unlocked, and Jing Yue'er was pushed in. Before she could get up, the door was tightly locked. It was pitch black all around, and there were bundles of firewood piled up in the corner, and the rustling of mice could be heard.The child didn't cry out in panic. She sat in the middle of the room, took off the broken sack on her shoulders, bit it with her teeth, then tore it into pieces of cloth, and carefully bandaged the wound on her body. Surprisingly skilled.

Such a long time is enough for a qualified agent to stabilize and face everything with normal thinking and emotions, even if the situation you have to face is so unbelievable. Indeed, Jing Yue'er at this time is the deputy commander of the 11th Division, Major Chu Qiao, who died for the country. The fate is often so unbelievable, and death may not necessarily be hidden under an abyss. Maybe, it will be The beginning of another life. Chu Qiao raised her hand, looking at this small palm with the light from outside, a trace of sadness slowly rose in her heart.It's just that she didn't know whether she was mourning for herself or for this poor child. "There is no one here, I can allow myself to be sad and afraid, but please make sure to compress the time to the shortest possible time." The child spoke in a low voice and slowly, tears streaming down her thin, dark face, she hugged her knees, lowered her head slowly, buried her face between her arms, silently , but the back gradually trembled. This was Chu Qiao's first night in the Great Xia Dynasty. In the cold and drafty woodshed of Zhuge Mansion, she shed tears for the first time because of her weakness and fear.She gave herself an hour to curse fate, to remember the past, to worry about the future, and to adapt to the new life.After an hour passed, she was no longer Chu Qiao, the super commander of Section 11, but this helpless little slave girl who had to struggle to survive in this inhumane, bloodthirsty and disorderly iron dynasty . Fate pushed her into a quagmire, and she told herself that she would crawl out. The dire situation gave her no opportunity for self-pity and painful worry. If she didn't pull herself together, she might not survive the night. She stretched out her small black hand, picked up a small wooden stick, and began to write stroke by stroke on the ground. Zhu Shun, Zhuge, Jing, Mu, Jue, and Che. After writing this, she slowly frowned, it was already dark outside, the sound of silk and bamboo from other courtyards could be heard from a distance, and there were even the laughter of singing and dancing prostitutes from time to time.After silently thinking about it for a long time, she finally wrote down the last word: Yan. In the Zhuge hall, where the cups and cups were intertwined, Yan Xun's right eye suddenly jumped.He frowned beautifully, turned his head slowly, and looked deeply into the dark night. Burial at night, jackdaws flying high, this muddy and ugly dynasty has rotted from the inside. The old is doomed to perish, and a new order rises from the ashes.