"It's raining, it's like the sky is falling..."

In the wing room in the backyard of the ancient temple, Huang Ying leaned against the head of the bed, her beautiful long legs were evenly equalized. She twisted her waist and stretched her arms, and after yawning, she looked lazy in her eyes. Her voice was sweet and beautiful, and her figure was fascinating. It was a pity that the room was full of women.

The two maids buried their heads in making fire, but after a while they were in a dirt, they still didn't ignite. The sister was innocent and cheerful, and she was called Miao'er; the sister was cold and serious, and her name was Shuang'er. Huang Ying used to joke that Shuang'er was like a frost.

They were close-fitting maids, and they were under one person in Huang Ying's yard, and the maids in charge above dozens of people had done such a thing. They didn't count the "dusty, dusty, fireworks and color" and they all started to choke and cough together.

Not only did Huang Ying not want to help, she covered her mouth and laughed secretly. After a while, she found that both of them ignored her, so she simply slapped her thighs, making her laugh tremble.

"Two flower-faced cats, so ugly...hehehe."

Two pairs of bright eyes full of resentment shot out two slightly murderous eyes. Huang Ying stuck out her tongue and finally put away her gloating. She turned back and pointed her round little peach buttocks at the two of them, looking at the dim rain outside the window. Her smile gradually disappeared, and a line of clear tears quietly slid down Xuerun's cheeks...

It has been three months since I fled south, and Huang Ying still remembers that day.

My father's personal soldiers, each of them rushed into the inner courtyard with blood. He took his mother and herself to escape. My father won a battle all his life, and Xiao Huangying knew that my father was defeated this time.

My grandmother refused to escape, so she entrusted herself to her personal soldiers and threw herself into a well and died.

On the way south, Xiao Huangying never showed her sadness in front of others because she knew that this would only add burden to her personal soldiers. She was more optimistic than anyone else and was heartless. Only every time the night was late, she dared to miss her parents wantonly.

"The brother of the Hou family I met today, his father also died for his country."

In May of the first year of Hongguang, the emperor fled from Nanjing and entered Wuhu to join Duke of Jingguo Huang Degong.

Duke Jingguo had just defeated the 200,000 Zuo family troops who were in the East. When he saw the emperor, he was shocked and asked: "Your Majesty defended the capital and summoned me with a piece of paper. I can lead my soldiers to fight. Why do I believe in traitors and abandon Kyoto and go to the ground and retreat and lose my throne?"

Having said that, Huang Degong still summoned his troops and wanted to fight to the death with the Qing soldiers. However, his subordinate general Tian Xiong, Ma Degong had decided to be a traitor. In front of the two armies, a hidden arrow shot Huang Degong in the throat.

This battle has been three months since...

A bolt of lightning lit up the sky and the earth at the same time, followed by a rumbling thunder, a huge sound, as if the sky had been torn apart.

Hou Xuanyan added a wooden stick to the fire, opposite him was a pair of deep-sleeping eyes, which seemed to be shining under the faint light of the fire.

"You promised Old Man Wu that you will take us back to Jiading, right?"

Hou Xuanyan fiddled with the fire, keeping the air flowing in the fire to prevent the flame from extinguishing. Gong Laosan still stared at him. Even if he couldn't see it, Hou Xuanyan could feel the seemingly substantial vision.

"Speak, Hou Xuanyan, you promised it, right?"

A deep sense of powerlessness hit Hou Xuanyan's heart. It is not the late Ming Dynasty. To be more precise, it should be called the early Qing Dynasty. A foreign dynasty that lasted for 170 years was just beginning. Take everyone back to Jiading, would you be the people who are obedient?

"After passing the town ahead, we arrived in Shaoxing. We are safe for the time being. But we still can't take it lightly. Go forward and go forward, the safer we are the more we go to the south." Hou Xuanyan did not answer him, but instead started to talk to himself.

Gong Laosan suddenly stood up, and his thin body burst out with rare energy. He jumped up and stepped on the fire that Hou Xuanyan had been maintaining all night. The burning charcoal splashed around and shouted loudly: "Hou Xuanyan! You promised Old Man Wu, you promised us that you want to take revenge, right? The further south, the further south! The further south the enemy is, the further away from us, you will know how to escape!"

The echo in the Main Hall was very loud, and coupled with the silence after the thunder in the middle of the night, the soldiers of Jiading were sleeping even though they were not dead. For a moment, countless pairs of eyes stared at Hou Xuanyan. They were all homeless people, and they had the idea of ​​reuniting with their families. It was just because Hou Xuanyan believed his "Immortal Footing the Top" words when he took them away.

"We went to the south, relying on the King of Tang and relying on the power of the court, we could fight back. Should I take you two thousand people to fight with Li Chengdong?"

The crowd began to whisper, and Hou Xuanyan's words made sense. They could not beat them by 100,000 people. Wouldn't two thousand hit the stone with eggs?

Gong Laosan calmed down. In fact, he knew that although Hou Xuanyan had agreed, this matter was almost impossible. The situation was so desperate, but the blood feud of his whole family was like a sinister heart-eating worm, gnawing on his heart all the time. It was okay to march during the day, but it was hard to control it as soon as it was night.

"Xuanyan, it's the third uncle who is not good, don't blame Uncle San..."

Suddenly, a rapid barking of dogs stopped the quarrel in the hall. Xu Yuanbao rushed up with a carp. When he went out, he saw that it was his beloved dog, barking at the outside of the mountain gate.

Hou Xuanyan pushed away the crowd and climbed to the bell and drum tower next to the treasure hall. A flash of lightning flashed by. With the moment of light, Hou Xuanyan saw clearly the situation under the mountain gate.

A chilly chill poured on the back of my head, and there were dense crowds of people outside the mountain gate surrounding me.

On such a rainy day, ordinary Qing soldiers would not chase after him so desperately. Could it be Li Chengdong's people?

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Get up for me!" In addition to the people in the Mainland Palace being woken up by Hou Xuanyan and Gong Laosan, there are two village soldiers in the hall who may not be able to hear their shouts. Hou Xuanyan was immediately anxious and ordered his companions to wake up.

This time it was really dangerous. If it weren't for the argument between him and Gong Laosan, he might have been confused and betrayed by others. Thinking of this, Hou Xuan was sweating profusely.

By the way! There was a group of people in the backyard room. Hou Xuanyan didn't care about anything else and rushed to the backyard. When he saw a room with a fire, he rushed in without caring about the defenses between men and women.

Those big men in the straw raincoat escaped here, all exhausted. Tonight, they heard that the person living with Jia Ding was the master who was guarding him, and most of them were guarding him. Hou Xuanyan kicked open the door and saw two naked little beauties baking clothes by the fire. The ancients said, "Looking at the beauty under the lamp", which is the hazy beauty depicted. Four red little things add temptation to the fire.

Seeing his disheveled hair and rushing in with rain, the two girls screamed together.

Hou Xuanyan was shocked. This was the Ming Dynasty. He was so offended by this. He pretended not to see anything and shouted: "The Qing soldiers are here, put on their clothes and run away with me."
Chapter completed!