Jiaohua

Chapter 114
Aunt Rou picked up the wooden board, the green grass juice had faded very lightly, and she needed to use the angle of candlelight to see it carefully.

Aunt Rou used to study in a girls' school when she was young, and her husband praised her very much, and even praised her as a "little genius".

Of course, those young ladies couldn't please her at all.

But no matter what, she is quite confident and proud of her knowledge and calligraphy.

The half of the word "Tong" on the wooden board really looks like everyone's handwriting, a little girl?How can.

But if it is true, then this little girl is really amazing.

Shen Yan picked up the tea next to him, took a sip and put it down: "Forget it, let's reveal the matter about the little girl, take a look at this."

He pushed the stack of papers away.

On it are the directions and the names of the tombstones of those hilltop tombs.

Viewed from above, from left to right, from all angles.

"This is the group of tombs on the mountain, the strange place you mentioned?" Rou Gu said.

"Ah."

"But you draw these... It's too inappropriate, it's ominous."

"This arrangement is roughly inauspicious." Shen Yan said, "Go and prepare some wood and stones, and make a model for me according to this arrangement."

Looking at the outline on the paper, Rou Gu nodded: "Forget it." After a pause, she said again, "Then Shen Lie, did he see this?"

"nature."

"Show him, then..."

Shen Yan smiled, tilted his head slightly and looked at him: "He is my younger brother, so why not show him?"

There is still a smile in the dark eyes, but there seems to be a little coldness in the smile, which seems to be a faint warning.

Aunt Rou lowered her head: "Yes."

Aunt Rou leaves and closes the door.

Shen Yan looked down at the wooden board beside him, looked at the words on it, curled his lips, and said softly: "Ali."

The sky turned a page, and the dawn starlight gradually faded in the sky.

The big boat was still going upstream, and it was about to reach Peifeng.

The big city of Peifeng is still far away, and the countryside along the road is dead silent.

Occasionally, there will be a stench by the river, which is the corpses lying along the bank.

The earth is dry and cracked, and in some places there is no grass growing in patches, and the soil has been turned over. Under the morning light, there is a thin layer of barrier fog.

Going up a little further, you can see a lot of skinny people walking in groups in the distance. Many people looked up at the boats here, as if they saw hope, and ran quickly.

"Good-hearted people, kind-hearted people." Several people pointed to their mouths, their voices were so hoarse that they could hardly utter a sound.

The guards hung water and small bundles under the long bamboo poles and handed them over.

"Thank you sir, thank you sir." They shouted happily.

Hearing the movement, Shen Wen opened his eyes on the bed.

More and more people gathered by the river, handing out bamboo poles again and again.

Some people turned around and ran away in their arms, some didn't receive it and went to grab others', and some united to fight for it.

Shen Yan sighed, turned inside, and said in a low voice, "Why do you say thank you?"

The maid Yuqing who was sleeping outside the screen heard the movement, got up and said, "Master is awake."

"No, I still want to sleep."

"The young master said, what kind of thank you?" Yu Qing asked puzzled.

Shen Yan closed his eyes, and said lightly: "Those people should actually have a good life of their own, no different from ordinary people, but the way of heaven treats them unfairly. Why do you say thank you, you should complain, right?"

"blame?"

"Blame those of us," Shen Wen smiled, "If it were me, I would complain, and then I would turn against all those who put pressure on me."

"Master..." Yu Qing was stunned.

"It's nothing, I was joking, I continued to sleep." Shen Yan said with a smile.

Xia Zhaoyi got up very early, and while boiling water, she dug out a small bundle containing pens and inks from under the horse grass bamboo basket.

The letter she wrote to Master in the inn was sandwiched between several stacks of papers, and she threw the letter into the fire and burned it to ashes.

Drink water, rinse your mouth, wash your face, pack your things, and continue on your way.

The rivers and rivers in this area gradually increased. She asked questions all the way, and vaguely got a map of this place in her mind, which vividly stood up the whole mountain and river. However, it took at least two more days to walk to the nearest town.

After walking for a day, the sky was dark, and Qingyun walked towards a big mountain in the twilight.

Xia Zhaoyi was going to hunt some wild game and pick some wild fruits along the way.

Wandering around the river halfway up the inner mountain for a while, there was a sudden scream from the sky, Xia Zhaoyi raised his head, and saw a bird with arrows hanging from the sky, it fell down quickly and landed outside the mountain.

The birds in the sky startled up and flapped their wings.

To shoot so high, the drawn bow must not be light, and the person who draws the bow must have good skill.

However, immediately after that, with a few swishing sounds, dozens of sharp arrows flew out, and those flying birds were shot down in large areas, and many of them landed in front of Xia Zhaoyi.

Xia Zhaoyi frowned slightly due to the collective behavior of drawing the bow with a good bow and good skill.

"Qingyun, let's go." Xia Zhaoyi shouted.

Qingyun walked up the mountain, passing by the hillside in front, the dead bodies of those birds were scattered.

But not long after walking, another patch of birds was shot down, whether it was a whole piece or a single one, it seemed that they didn't intend to let go of any of them.

Not only here, there are gradually sharp arrows shot into the air in the distance.

At the same time, there seemed to be a group of people coming on horseback from the other side of the road.

Xia Zhaoyi hurriedly asked Qingyun to run to a higher place.

On the other side of the hillside, Xia Zhaoyi lowered his head to look, those people were wearing light armor, with big bows on their backs, picking up the fallen birds one by one.

Every time you pick one up, you have to check it carefully, and the feet and wings of the bird are not spared.

The bow and arrow were pulled out, they wiped them with a cloth, and inserted them back into the quiver.

It looked like he was intercepting someone's transmission.

There were also birds falling from the sky, and one of them landed not far from Xia Zhaoyi.

The bird is still flapping its wings, and its life seems to be dying.

Xia Zhaoyi glanced at the soldiers over there, and led Qingyun to the other side, going straight into the mountain.

The soldiers searched for it for a long time, but they couldn't find it.

The sky is not bright anymore, and the clouds are thick tonight, and it doesn't look like there will be any moonlight.

Several teams were starting to assemble their numbers. Lieutenant Lin was riding on a horse with an ugly expression on his face.

A team was going back to report: "Captain, I didn't find it."

"Have all the arrows been recovered?"

"Seventeen are missing."

The captain's face sank: "Why didn't you find it?"

"I really can't find it. It may have fallen into a deep stream or some cliffs. Those places have no roads and are not easy to climb."

"It's all excuses!"

The captain pursed his lips and lowered his head.

"Find it for me! I don't want to lose one, and I must count them all before going to bed tonight! If you don't find them, none of you will live until tomorrow!" the captain shouted.

"Yes!" Team is biting the bullet and responded.

Several guards came over: "Lieutenant Lin."

The lieutenant turned around.

"Master Hou is calling you."

(End of this chapter)