Jiaohua

Chapter 423 Ancient Secret Passage (Part [-])
At the dawn of the sky, across the distant Cangshan Mountains, there was a howling cold wind, and snow fell thousands of miles away.

There was heavy snow and fog on the plain, engulfing the figures in the distance and the huge siege machinery in the morning light.

The city wall has been damaged beyond recognition, and the corpses accumulated under the city wall are piled up like a mountain. One after another, the refugees attack the city gate in turn.

Xia Zhaoxue was standing on a high slope, the wind and snow covered his sight, and in the vast smog, the crowd was as small as gravel, crazy and turbulent.

He was wearing an old man's hat, and the clothes on his body were taken off from the corpses of several refugees.

After standing for about half an hour, many people passed by on the Aipoping Road next to him, and a wooden convoy full of steamed buns and biscuits pushed forward one by one.

These foods are far from enough to satisfy the hunger of hundreds of thousands of refugees.

"Hey!" Someone pushed him from behind.

Xia Zhaoxue turned around.

He was a tall, middle-aged man, with three or four companions who were about the same size.

"Are you alone?" the middle-aged man said.

Xia Zhaoxue took a look at them and nodded.

"Are you with us?" the middle-aged man said, "See those corpses in front of you, it will definitely become more and more chaotic here, you can't survive tomorrow alone."

"Where are you going?"

"Aren't you together?" said the companion on the side, "Do you want to die here? There are dead people everywhere. There may be several corpses buried in the snow under our feet."

"No," Xia Zhaoxue said, "Thank you for the invitation."

"Really don't think about it?" The middle-aged man was a little unwilling.

Along the way, he attracted all the tall men who looked healthy and tall. The young man in front of him was tall, tall and straight. From his gait and posture, he might have been a soldier. His speech and behavior now made him feel that this man Not an idle person.

"No, thank you." Xia Zhaoxue still said that, as if he didn't want to continue entanglement, he turned and walked forward.

"Brother Du, this man doesn't know how to live or die." A man muttered to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man called Du Ge shook his head and said, "It's a pity."

As he said that, he kicked his feet on the snow under him, and said, "Hey, you said that the snow under our feet can really bury several corpses?"

"This year's wind and snow are heavy, maybe there will be."

"Hey, what a tragedy," Du Ge sighed, and walked to the other side, "Go, grab the food!"

Xia Zhaoxue went east, and Du Ge led people to the southwest. The two figures gradually separated in the sky and the earth, and the crowd of thousands of people heading north to Yongding Gate was shuttled between them.

At the same time, under the heavy snow, Xia Zhaoyi walked down the deep and narrow ancient corridor with a small oil ball lamp on his fingertips.

The corridors extend in all directions and are intricate, and the wind and snow noise on the ground can't be heard, only the quiet depression and boundless darkness.

There are many footprints on the ground of the corridor, and at the intersections she passed, some footprints scattered towards other roads.

And at some intersections, you can occasionally see dead bodies leaning against corners.

Although the clothes on some of the corpses were rotten, it was vaguely seen that they were the official uniforms of the previous Zhang Dynasty.

The surroundings are quiet, there is no sound, the road ahead is unknown, the road behind is long and long, and the branch road extends in other directions, spreading into the dark distance.

The entire secret road was woven into a huge and scattered network, connecting the capital and the outer city. Xia Zhaoyi walked slowly in it, with a bean in his hand, illuminating where he walked.

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The entrance of the village was full of people, another batch of food was transported away, and several subordinates came back to report the food storage data.

The person in charge of this aspect is Liang Jinhong, who Yan Qinglin has been working as a clerk in Huiping's pawn shop. He wrote down one by one, and went into the room to tell Yan Qinglin.

Yan Qinglin was sitting behind the desk, reading the letter, and said calmly, "Understood."

Liang Jinhong turned to leave, and a person came to meet him, entered the room and said: "Madam, the person sent to Tiancheng Camp has finally returned."

Yan Qinglin raised her head immediately, and hurriedly asked, "How do you say it?"

"It is said that they can't be the master. This matter requires the order of Zheng Guogong's mansion, but Zhao Gong has been taken to Hejing by the emperor, so..."

"It's an excuse," Yan Qing said with eyebrows raised, "They don't want to help."

"Where's Mr. Linde?" the subordinate said, "Let Mr. Linde handle this matter, he will definitely be able to convince them. After all, Mr. Linde has a little friendship with Tianchengying."

Yan Qinglin's expression darkened, and he said, "He won't, he's a traitor."

Even if Linde is willing to go, when he goes to Tiancheng Camp, there may be another argument, which is a hidden danger after all.

Thinking about the amount of grain storage that Liang Jinhong just said, Yan Qinglin raised his head and said, "Order, Lin De's life doesn't need to be saved, just kill it."

His men paused: "Killed?"

"Yes, kill it," Yan Qinglin said, "and, those refugees should also be divided."

It was only last night that we began to feed the refugees for the first time, but today we realized that it was almost not enough.

Back then, Huiping's pawn shop spent a lot of money and hoarded so much food and supplies. In the end, it couldn't even supply food for two days.

Too many idle mouths, what's the use of keeping them.

"Okay," the subordinate nodded, and said, "Then, where's Pan Binhua?"

"This trash." Yan Qinglin said.

If Pan Binhua hadn't gone to talk nonsense in front of Xia Zhaoxue, Xia Zhaoxue would never have run away.

Incompetent bungler.

"Let's kill them together." Yan Qinglin said.

"Yes." The subordinate responded.

After he left, Yan Qinglin lowered her eyes and looked back at the letter in her hand.

Smoothing out the creases on the letter with fingers, Yan Qinglin's face, which had been thinning rapidly during this time, showed anxiety.

"You have to come quickly," she said softly to the letter paper, "Xia Zhaoxue is unreliable, and neither is Tiancheng Ying. You have only me."

Linde sat on the ground against the window, looking up at the window edge on the wall, it was almost noon, the wind and snow were heavy, and the light was dazzling.

Pan Binhua squatted beside him, his gaze fell on the ground in front of him, a little dull.

Xia Zhaoxue had been "detained" here before. The room was small but empty.

Pan Binhua became more and more annoyed as he thought about it, and raised his hand to hold his head.

"Hey," Linde pushed him, "What did you tell Shizi? Why does Shizi want to run away?"

"It's about refugees."

"anything else?"

There were also those half-spoken words, Pan Binhua didn't dare to continue, the room became quiet, until he turned to leave, Xia Zhaoxue didn't speak again.

But when he followed Linde out of the yard one after the other, who would have thought that Xia Zhaoxue would suddenly come out all the way.

"I don't know what the prince is thinking," Pan Binhua said, "I have been able to restrain him in the past, but he has been fine and safe for the past two years. Why do you want to escape this time?"

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(End of this chapter)