: The country is destroyed and the family is destroyed (2)

The expressions of Uncle Hao and Qin Niang suddenly changed.

Has it been discovered?

My nerves were tense for a moment, but I saw that there was only one person coming, and no other soldiers followed.

Uncle Hao and Qin Niang showed a trace of doubt on their faces, but their eyes remained alert.

"Wait a minute, our general asked you to give this to you so you can get some medicine for the child."

One of the pursuing soldiers threw a money bag at him, but did not come near and rode back.

It wasn't until the soldier was out of sight that Uncle Hao and Qin Niang looked at each other again.

After a breath, Uncle Hao picked up the silver bag.

Two ingots of silver are actually fifty-two ingots.

"Su family..."

With a murmur, Uncle Hao looked at the money bag. After a short moment, he still put the money bag in his arms. They needed money now.

The family never stopped.

I kept walking and kept walking until night fell again. When I walked thirty miles outside the city, I saw a dilapidated courtyard that had been swept away by passing soldiers. I pushed a wooden cart in.

Looking left and right, there were many beggars and refugees inside, staggering around trying to keep each other warm. When I saw Uncle Hao's family, they looked at each other for a moment, and rushed towards them like hungry wolves after seeing a delicious meal.

Uncle Hao quickly said the same words again, but the beggars and refugees seemed not to hear them at all.

He rushed over directly.

Compared with death from an unknown infection, they who are hungry and cold at this moment just want to have a full meal. A full meal will make death worth it.

Seeing this, Uncle Hao finally straightened up his stooped waist, moved his body, and kicked away the beggars and refugees who were coming one after another with his feet.

After hitting the wooden stake, a mouthful of blood spurted out, each one ouched and hugged their abdomen, and those behind who did not step forward became timid.

Under the night, the color of snow clearly reflected the murderous look on Uncle Hao's face.

The cold wind is biting.

The beggars and refugees were so frightened that they cowered and did not dare to move forward.

Uncle Hao snorted coldly, then bent down and hugged Rao Rao who was on the wooden cart.

The garden of this villa is particularly large. It should have been purchased by some noble family, but now it has been looted.

Uncle Hao hugged Rao Rao and took Qin Niang and the others to find a garden house where there were no other refugees or beggars.

There were still some refugees following behind, but they didn't dare to rush forward again.

Uncle Hao ignored him and took Qin Niang and the child into the house.

Rao Rao then opened her eyes. These eyes turned out to be the most splendid peach blossom eyes. The peach color should be scorching and charming, but at this moment, there was no trace of longing and clear charm in these peach blossom eyes.

, there was no crystal clear teardrop, there was just a circle of red swelling around the eye socket.

He coughed and wheezed twice, and his sallow little face turned redder.

"Rao Rao, Qin Niang will prepare some medicine for you right away. Once you drink the medicine, you'll be fine."

There was no firewood in the garden, but fortunately there were broken tables and chairs that could be used.

Yiying and Yisu picked up several broken wooden boards from tables and chairs to use as firewood.

Uncle Hao lit the fire.

Only then did the cold body feel a little warmer.

They left with nothing but a few banknotes hidden in their shoe tubes, coarse linen clothes, and medicine hidden in their clothes.

Yi Ying asked Yi Ying to look around, but there was no bowl, not even a broken bowl. In the end, she had to make do with rubble. Qin Niang hurriedly went to give Rao Rao some medicine.

Rao Rao lay in Uncle Hao's arms. Apart from the two coughs, she neither cried nor fussed. She was like a rag doll, lifeless.

It snowed all night and did not stop the next morning. This falling snow seemed to be a mercy from God, trying to cover up the bright red color of the Imperial City of Qin and cover up this New Year's killing.

So that those wronged souls can see clearly and clearly see the path to hell and reincarnation.

The little man walked out of the courtyard, his bright peach blossom eyes looking straight in the direction of the Qin Imperial City, looking at the city wall that had long been invisible.

I don't know how long I stood there, but my whole body was as cold as ice.

She took small steps and walked up the hill behind the courtyard.

Step by step, I stepped into the snow, and my palm-sized feet were completely submerged in the color of the snow.

The little body is getting smaller and smaller little by little.

Until it is invisible.

In the garden.

Uncle Hao woke up with a start and found that Rao Rao was not there. He immediately shook Qin Niang awake and the two of them ran out the door.

Seeing that those exquisite footprints in the snow had been covered up by the falling snow, Uncle Hao hurriedly told Qin Niang to close the door and take care of the children, then he followed after the footprints and saw that little figure in the distance.

Climbing up the mountain step by step, falling down and getting up again, my two little hands were covered with snow and mud.

But she was still crawling and walking, her gray coarse linen clothes were covered with slush, and her whole body was stained with snow.

How old was she for such a child? She was actually only six years old. She watched helplessly as her father, queen, mother, and concubines died tragically before her eyes. The entire Da Qin royal family was massacred. She didn't cry or make trouble. She was not as good as a child.

Even an adult would find it difficult to remain calm and calm after experiencing something like that.

Uncle Hao followed behind, guarding, and did not pursue him any further.

The big drooping hands were tightly curled, and layers of ivy spread over them.

The little figure climbed up to a high place, and then looked quietly towards the imperial city.

The cold wind blew, making her face feel cold, and the blood on her two hanging little hands was mixed with slush, seeping and dripping bit by bit.

Those peach blossom eyes turned red again, and the peach color at the end of the eyes was bright and burning.

It seemed that the massacre without warning on New Year's Eve was reflected inside.

The tragic death of his father and his mother and concubine...

A sudden fire ignited the entire East Palace, and the woman in palace clothes holding a glass lamp set fire to all the festive bright red gauze curtains in the palace.

So decisive, without any hesitation, but when his eyes fell on the secret door of the East Palace, he felt a deep sense of reluctance.

It seems to be saying: "Raoruo, promise mother and concubine, you must live a good life, forget your identity, be an ordinary person, don't take revenge, never take revenge, don't live in hatred."

In the Luan Tian Palace.

The young and handsome man in the prince's python robe knelt on one knee, his sword supporting his exhausted body. The light yellow prince's python robe was completely smeared with bright red blood, and his abdomen, back, arms, thighs, and blood were all stained with blood.

Keep flowing out.

His whole body was in a state of embarrassment, and his face was even pale and colorless, but even though he was kneeling like this, his body was still straight and his back was not bent at all.

There was a reflection, and a long sword washed with blood fell down. His body was cut into two parts, and the crimson blood spurted out instantly. His head rolled down the steps, but he did not close his eyes until he died, staring at the roaring East Palace.

It also seems to be saying: "Rao Rao, run, run, run as far as possible. Live, you must live, forget your identity and be an ordinary person, live well, you must live well."

His eyes were filled with burning obsession.

"Father..."

"Mother concubine..."

The ends of his eyes were getting redder and redder, and his eyeballs were aching and aching, but no tears had fallen from his eyes. Instead, a layer of dark color appeared, as if it was about to be swallowed up by the darkness. The small, curled hands were still dripping with blood, blending into the snow at his feet.

Inside the color, red turns to white, and blood dyes the snow.

Uncle Hao looked at it, but couldn't bear it anymore, so he walked over and hugged Rao Rao into his arms.

"Raoruo, cry! If you can cry now, just cry out."

Rao Rao bit her lip and still refused to cry, but big tears finally appeared and rolled down from her eyes one by one.

Tears blurred her peach blossom eyes, but they could not blur the roaring east palace inside, the mother and concubine swallowed by the sea of ​​fire, the father who rolled down the palace steps and refused to die, and the ugly face of the man who beheaded her father.

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"Uncle Hao, my father and mother would rather die as long as I live a good life, don't take revenge, don't let hatred embarrass my heart, but look, look, those bright reds reflect half of the sky, so beautiful

Both eyes are red and red in color."

The childish voice, the hoarse voice, but it carries the hatred that cannot be shaken off no matter what.

Uncle Hao's eyes became misty when he heard this, but he held Rao Rao's shoulders.

The force is very heavy.

"Rao Rao, you are the most sensible and well-behaved child that Uncle Hao has ever seen. Your father, mother, and concubine, they tried their best just to make you escape and live. Your life will no longer exist from that night on.

It is your life alone, it is the life of your father, the king, and your mother and concubine.

They only want you to live and live peacefully. No matter how much hatred you have in your heart and wish you could kill those rebels with a thousand knives, you can't risk your life. Remember this and it will always be engraved in your heart.
To be continued...