Jiaohua

Chapter 789 The First Snow (Update 5.10)

Since Zhong Qiankun was beaten to death yesterday, a large number of refugees have fled quietly.

For Zhong Qiankun, they will not have a sense of belonging and attachment, but after Zhong Qiankun died, a more brutal ruler appeared, and they woke up in the chaotic situation.

Yesterday, a large number of refugees fled to Qingxiang Village, and after one night, more and more refugees came one after another.

Zhan Qiye stood on the sidelines and handed it over to Zhan Jiuye. On the one hand, Zhan Jiuye was worried that his father and fellow villagers would scold him, but on the other hand he was afraid that Xia Zhaoyi would leave Qingxiang Village or turn against them.Suddenly in a dilemma.

It happened that Du Xuan led ten hidden guards out on horseback with food, and when he saw these refugees outside, Du Xuan immediately called them over.

After crossing the ditch outside the village, someone came running from further away, raising the clothes in their hands, and the clothes were finally handed over to Du Xuan. The question was written by Xie Zhong himself. The ancestral grave, dig it upside down.

Soon, the clothes and the news that Xie Zhong led the troops south were sent by Zhan Jiuye to the courtyard where Xia Zhaoyi was.

The girl who was changing Zhi Changle's dressing calmly picked up the scissors, looked sideways at the words on the clothes, and cut off the excess cloth with the scissors.

"Miss Ali, this thief is extremely sinister." Zhan Jiuye said.

The corners of Xia Zhaoyi's lips were smiling, and his voice was gentle and gentle: "Fighting with others is a lot of fun."

At dusk, Du Xuan's hidden guards set off again with the letter.

There were ten letters in total, each of which had the same content, except for one sentence: Xie Zhong formed an alliance with Ah Li, and the five thousand soldiers he brought with him since the letter feigned surrender.

In a world that is falling apart, the rulers of all walks of life are handed a letter. If they don't receive a letter, it's not that Xia Zhaoyi doesn't like it, but because she is sure that Xie Zhong doesn't like it.

Du Xuan didn't understand why it was five thousand instead of eight thousand.

Xia Zhaoyi looked up at the sunset in the sky, and the sunset came through the window. According to her clear and dazzling expression, a trace of sigh flashed across her eyebrows: "Either they die or are injured or flee, they can't keep anyone."

The wind gently flipped the drawings under her paperweight, like a page in a history book, with waves surging.

At this point, from Weiping Mansion to Guandaokou, with the last 8000 people killed, 100,000 people went southward, and the [-] people in a radius of a hundred miles in this area, large and small, were almost empty.

A Weiping mansion, half of Congxin, the only one that is still alive is Qingxiang Village, which lives in the southeast corner.

But also because it is a history book, the sound of so many lives being thrown down is only a shallow ding-dong in the end.

Xie Zhong didn't want to waste time in Qingxiang Village, and his leading troops south just gave Xia Zhaoyi a lot of blank freedom.

She promised not to let the refugees into the village, Zhan Qiye and Mo Wuye didn't believe it at first, until someone turned over the high slope and crossed the mountain, and saw the row of wooden houses they built on the other side of the mountain, they gave up all doubt.

More large-scale wooden shaft mechanisms were built. Along the southwestern foot of the mountain, boulders rolled across the ground, flattening thorns, and various machines, large and small, loosened the soil to dig pits, piling and laying bricks.

Gradually, the refugees left Qingxiang Village, and as the road was built northward, the territory expanded, and the road division workers went further.

The first heavy snow in Youzhou is on the day of the last quarter of the cold moon.

Xia Zhaoyi had left Qingxiang Village for a few days, and just in time for the cold weather, she took the construction team who were no longer refugees to visit Congxin Mansion.

It was cold in winter, and the management of the city gate was relaxed. A few stewards of the construction team were greedy and asked if they could go for a drink.Xia Zhaoyi gave silver taels and told him not to drink too much, so he searched for a few inns after nightfall.

The stewards thanked him happily, and happily ran to the tavern with the silver.

There was only Kang Jian left beside Xia Zhaoyi, Xia Zhaoyi asked him if he wanted to drink together, Kang Jian shook his head: "We seldom drink."

"Shen Langjun seems to be too strong to drink." Xia Zhaoyi said.

"The young master also drank some, very few."

A snowflake suddenly fell on Xia Zhaoyi's eyebrows, and she raised her eyes to look at the sky. The snowflakes were profuse, and the shape became bigger and bigger, like goose feathers, passing by her smooth face.

The outlines of tall buildings in the distance could hardly be seen clearly, and the wind was also getting stronger, blowing mightily from outside the city, sweeping the long street after climbing over the tall city walls.

Xia Zhaoyi suddenly became interested. She wanted to go outside Tai'an Restaurant to see the river view.

Although the envoys of the Badu Army had already left, and the control of Xinfu Street was no longer strict, it was usually sluggish in winter, and with the cold weather and cold nights, there were no carriages to hire everywhere, so Xia Zhaoyi could only walk on foot.

Kang Jian is a man of few words, and Xia Zhaoyi has become more and more silent recently, seldom speaking, so the two of them strolled silently, walking along the streets one by one to the river.

I thought that Tai'an Restaurant was also sparsely lit at the moment, and there were only a few lamps left alone, but far away, I saw candles brightly lit on the heights. It turned out that the two sky-shaped rooms where she and Zhi Changle lived seemed to have residents.

Gradually approaching, I heard the sound of Tai'an Building staff feeding the horses in the courtyard. From the noise, there were quite a few horses.

Kang Jian stopped suddenly, and looked at the figure that was passing by not far away.

Xia Zhaoyi looked at him sideways, asking.

Kang Jian withdrew his gaze: "There was a person who was going to the street just now, and he looked familiar."

He didn't say such things so easily, it can be seen that he was really familiar.

"Do you want to go and have a look?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.

"No, it's not the enemy that looks familiar," Kang Jian said with an embarrassed smile, "If it's the enemy, I'll definitely go after him."

He didn't like to talk and laugh, and he was a little bit embarrassed, which made his smile look a little naive.

Xia Zhaoyi was infected and also smiled.

But seeing Kang Jian raised his eyes and looked towards the other side at this moment, the smile on his face was slightly restrained, and he became surprised.

Xia Zhaoyi blinked his dark eyes, followed his gaze and turned around, and immediately froze his smile.

In front of the gate of Tai'an Building, besides the high-hanging golden bells and plum painted silver lamps, there are three Hanqiong wood lamps on the walls separated by the windows on both sides. Wearing black and gold woven clothes, his complexion like a nobleman's cold jade is set off even more like snow.

Shen Lie had never dressed so luxuriously for many years, and the coldness and sharpness between his brows was almost compelling. It faded away after touching the girl's brows, and turned into a joyful and clear spring breeze.

In contrast, the young girl is much more plain, her hair and clothes are all light and elegant, and she doesn't even have a pair of earrings around her body.Therefore, her clear and bright eyes became the best decoration.

"Master!" Di Jinsheng walked out of the inn, holding a few books in his hands, following Shen Lie's gaze, Di Jinsheng was taken aback, and swallowed the rest of his words.

"What's wrong with you?" Ji Xiahe's voice also sounded, and then stopped at the door.

Xia Zhaoyi looked at Ji Xiahe, then at Di Jinsheng, the smile on his face deepened, and finally looked back at Shen Lie.

"What are you doing in a daze!" Ji Xiahe gently pushed Shen Lie's forearm, "Go!"

(End of this chapter)