Assassin He Chunxia

Chapter 77 The Kite Runner

Today's cold food, the sky suddenly started to rain lightly, the sound of horses' hooves stepping in the mud, stepping out of small puddles one after another.

The kite fell, and the line was broken in the wind and rain. It was a green luan made of bamboo bone and silk cloth, with three feathers and a long tail. Its open wings fluttered in the sky and fell slowly.

The rain soaked the brocade clothes, and the embroidered patterns on the black fabric reflected water light, and the horses galloped towards the blue bird.

The person chasing the kite is Zhang Zhou Congee, the raindrops dripped down his hair, his vision gradually blurred, and he felt a little emotional.On that day, even if there was such a light rain in Huai'an City, it would not burn down most of the city and leave [-] city residents displaced.

There are many rivers and lakes in Huai'an, and the whole city is close to the water. That night, most of the people were awakened by the screams of killing. They reacted to the sudden fire and escaped from the house and jumped into the water.It's just that the flames fell from the sky together, the fire was fast and urgent, and the whole city was burned in the flames.Even if someone reacts and organizes the fire, it will be of no avail if the side is just extinguished and the other side is on fire again.

The huge city of Huai'an was turned into fly ash in this way, killing and injuring tens of thousands of people, and the rest of the people who survived also lost their place to live and be called home.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the gust of wind seemed to be about to tear the blue bird's wings and swept away quickly with it. Zhang Zhoucong became more and more anxious, and he had to chase the kite.

In his left hand he held a small round blue and white porcelain box, the concave belly was filled with rainwater, and the magnetic needle floating on the water pointed straight to the south.

Sinan Shuifu, in Huai'an City, the shipyard and the wharf were the only places that were not affected by the flames. The rebels disappeared on both sides of the canal in warships. The fire in Huai'an City burned out Zhu Tongsheng's desire to pursue, and most of the troops were dispatched. Used to escort refugees to different shelters, Yangzhou, Songjiang Prefecture, Nanjing
The fire tree and silver flower never sleeps, and the news quickly spread to the capital. The people didn't have a good impression of Donggong at all. In addition to the rumors spread by the book above, although there was no evidence, most of the people believed that the matter was instigated by Donggong secretly.

Yu Gufeng could hear it, he just looked at Yu Ziqi standing under the dragon chair.

"Mr. Su, you decide."

Zhu Tongsheng did not lose his military power because of this. The newly promoted Tanhua Lang was named Zhu Jiang. He was Zhu Tongsheng's son and Mr. Su's proud disciple.As soon as Mr. Zhan died, the rebels set fire to Huai'an. Perhaps, the decisive battle between the two parties is coming, and the officials in the capital kept silent, waiting for the next storm to come.

In this storm, the kite had already fallen, and Zhang Zhouconge was chasing the green luan, galloping in the rain, approaching, approaching, the sound of the horse's hooves gradually slowed down.The kite was hooked by the branch of a giant tree, the blue bird's wings were broken, the muddy water stuck to the silk cloth, and it couldn't fly.

Zhang Zhouporg pulled out his sword and slashed at the giant tree with one blow, two strikes, three strikes. Only a little sawdust fell, but the giant tree remained unmoved.

For many years, it is enough for a grass to grow into a towering tree, it cannot be cut down, and the blue bird is held in its hands.

Zhang Zhouporg gritted his teeth and climbed up the tree. The trunk was very wet, and every step up was difficult. He gritted his teeth and moved forward. Bluebird's branch.

snake.

A cockscomb snake, the snake entrenched on Qingluan, raised its crown majestically and looked at Zhang Zhou Porridge, it spit out a letter, and showed its fangs mockingly.

Zhang Zhouporg was frightened, but he did not retreat, and flashed his sword.

He is no longer the timid, greedy and fearful of death, who thinks he is smart, and who speaks crap, hiding behind his brothers and sisters, Zhang Zhouporridge.He is the disciple of Sword Master Su Xue, the junior brother of Sword Master Changshen, he inherited the fox group, he defeated Jiang Qiu, he was forced to get involved in this war, at first he could only stare blankly at that The Broken Cloud Sword, whose handle will pierce into his heart, drifts with the flow.

Now he is wielding his sword. In a few months, he has experienced the case of the fox demon, the sword discussion meeting, and the fire tree and silver flower. His martial arts have not improved much, but he has the courage to wield the sword.

A snake is just a snake. A snake will never be a dragon. What about a dragon? Li Qinglan, the uncle, once held the sword of eternal hatred and slashed the dragon with blood!
It wasn't easy for him to win, but he won. He was poisoned and took the guts of a snake.Drag the body and lead the horse, and hide in a dilapidated house with a kite to avoid the rain.

fire.

What can make a fire?
Zhang Zhouporridge took out the soaked firewood from his inner pocket. Looking at his soaked clothes, soaked kite, and a pile of soaked firewood he had picked up, he could only grin bitterly and lay down on the ground. aside.

It doesn't matter, there will always be fire.

You will always walk into a majestic rain, you will be soaked by the rain, you will lie down on the ground, you will feel cold, lonely, and lonely.

You're lying down because you're very tired, you can't light the fire you need, and the soaked clothes are sticking to you.

It's okay, it's okay, just rest when you're tired, the rain will always stop, just remember to stand up.

Fire, the fire that drives away the haze and dries the cold, will surely come.

Because the world is always rainy and sunny.

As long as you are willing to wait, there will always be rainy days.

Zhang Zhouporg sighed, and sat up again with the blue bird in his arms. The kite fell into the rain, it had to fly again, it had to fly again.

The rain will always fall, the rain will always fall for a long time, and the rain will always stop.

Lighting the stove, drying the kite, Zhang Zhou porridge tore off a few pieces of clothing, tied the dried skeleton, tied the reel on his hand, mounted the horse, adjusted Sinan and ran forward.

Rise from the ashes?

Qingluan fluttered its wings again and took off above the sky.

On the ground in the distance, the victims who were leaning on the fire to keep warm watched it rise again, and people kept getting up quietly, slowly moving their footsteps to follow.

The Qingluan in Zhang Zhouporg's hands is leading the way for the people.

The direction of Qingluan is the direction of Nanjing.

They followed the kite.

Outside the city of Nanjing, Zhang Zhouporridge handed the spool of Qingluan kite to the sergeants who came to respond. Every kite means that a new batch of victims will arrive. The two sides did not talk much. These days, both physically and mentally. tired.

Zhang Zhoucong sighed, this rotten brocade clothes drying on his body is not good, he turned out the official document tucked in his inner pocket, but luckily it was not soaked, the ink and seals were a little dizzy, and he could see it clearly in the sunlight.

Zhang Zhou Porridge sighed again, and drove his horse slowly towards the city.

"Two fools!"

A familiar voice came from the side, tilting his head.

Sister!

At the porridge stall on the side of the road, He Chunxia raised his eyebrows at him, first handed the porridge bowl in his hand to the refugee in front of him, then extended his hand to say hello, and patted the boy who was scooping porridge with the other hand, "My junior brother."

juvenile?

Zhang Zhoucong's eyes silently slipped from the young boy's delicate face and stopped on the slender waist.

"Zhang Zhou Porridge? It looks a bit silly." The young man raised his head and glanced at him, lowered his eyes and smiled at the refugee in front of him, his hands kept on taking the porridge bowl and handing it back, "Wudang Sword Sect , Li Siyi."

"My little pig." He Chunxia added, Li Siyi rolled her eyes and didn't bother to care about her.

"Well." Zhang Zhouporg didn't speak again for a long time.

The two girls kept busy making porridge and no longer looked up at him. He Chunxia lowered his head and worked while talking, talking about Liu Lingguan, the eldest young master of the HSBC silver number, who was accompanying him, Li Siyi, who was on the road, and fourteen who was in the refugee housing. Mr and Kuang Lansheng.

"You came to Nanjing to be transferred to Nanzhen Fusi, that is to meet with the master and the wife, hey, has my brother returned to the capital?" HSBC Silver has donated a lot of money to help the victims. Liu Lingguan is really a good person. We heard something happened in Huai'an on the way. He led us to Nanjing and bought food and land for the refugees to shelter from the rain. shed."

When the refugees in front of the porridge stall gradually dispersed, He Chunxia finally recovered and looked up at him, "Second fool, why are you riding on a horse? Come down."

"Senior sister." He slowly dismounted, his eyes were red and he looked down at He Chunxia, ​​"I just came from Huai'an."

He Chunxia noticed the difference, stopped and frowned, "Someone in our family has an accident?"

"No." Zhang Zhoucong shook his head, "I was there when Huai'an City caught fire that day."

He Chunxia looked at him quietly, his eyes dimmed a little, and he was really sad.Li Siyi sighed and said a few words of comfort, Zhang Zhouzhu nodded, turned around, and prepared to lead the horse to Nanzhen Fusi first.

"Senior brother."

Zhang Zhouporridge turned back.

He Chun Xia scooped up a bowl of gruel, brought it to his chest as if he was holding it in his arms, and then handed the porridge bowl to him, "Hugging you."

"It's inexplicable." Li Siyi gave her a sideways glance.

"Go."

"Ah."

(End of this chapter)