Jiaohua

Chapter 1 Heavy snow in the twelfth lunar month
Xuanyan 22 years, the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Heavy snow blows, thousands of miles north of the Buqu River are frozen, and the mountains and mountains are covered in silver. Feet lick wounds.

At noon, the sky became more and more heavy, and the crows and birds flapped their wings, and the cries were like the old string erhu, hoarse and rough, piercing the sky.

At the mouth of Rongtang Gorge in the south of the Buqujiang River, the city built by the mountain was covered with heavy snow. Outside the city, there was a wide high platform temporarily built. On the high platform, there was a row of executioners. The big knife on his bare shoulders was rubbed brightly.

Surrounded by loud voices, more than [-] soldiers were full of anticipation.

Eighty or so captives dressed in light clothes were taken out from the end of the snow. The young man at the head was not tall, with a rather thin body and hair covering his face. He was messy and could not tell whether it was a man or a woman.

An iron chain was tied around the young man's wrist, and the other end was held by a soldier on a tall horse.

The young man was seriously injured, his knees were bloodied, and he was struggling to walk.

Out of the city gate, the snow had no legs, the north wind became stronger, and the roars were full of ears.

Xia Zhaoyi raised her head, facing the wind and snow, her eyes narrowed, and she lightly swept across the execution ground in front of her. The snow field in front of her was empty.

The wind and snow blew, and the long hair that covered her face was blown away, and most of the exposed face was flesh and blood, and there were many wooden thorns in the flesh and blood, which were faintly rotting.

Her lips trembled slightly, her eyes gradually turned red, and she turned to look at the group of soldiers behind her.

The tall men also stopped and looked back at her with red eyes.

Tears fell from Xia Zhaoyi's eyes and rolled over the fleshy wound.

"I'm sorry," Xia Zhaoyi said, her voice hoarse and dry, unable to distinguish between men and women.

She is sorry for them.

Although they are all desperate and the road to death, the battlefield is full of heart and soul, and it is the final destination of a soldier who is killed until the last moment.

Instead of standing here, humiliated and dying.

"No!" a soldier suddenly shouted loudly, "We deserve to die!"

"Yes, we deserve to die!" said the rest.

"There's no time left! Hurry up!" the police officer shouted angrily.

The chain in Xia Zhaoyi's hand was suddenly pulled, and the whole person fell to the front.

"Run!" shouted the commander again.

"drive!"

The soldier on the horse immediately patted the horse, and Xia Zhaoyi was dragged forward before he got up.

"it is good!!"

"Good job!"

"Run fast!"

There were laughter and applause all around, and they happily looked at the man who was dragged on the ground.

It's just that they didn't know that this man was not Xia Zhaoxue, but Xia Zhaoxue who ran to Beiyuan not long after wearing the stars and wearing the moon, replaced the seriously injured brother, and stayed behind to replace his sister, Xia Zhaoyi.

The clamor from all directions grew louder and louder, and the crowd cheered.

No one in the Beiyuan Army did not hate Xia Zhaoxue.

Two months after the North's southeastern front was defeated, it finally succeeded in bribing General Weng Ying's Left Army.

At that time, the army led by Weng Ying was going to go north around the Buqu River and join forces with the Northern Army led by Duke Dingguo.

According to the plan made by the Beiyuan Army, they would, together with the bought Left Army, annihilate Weng Ying's army under the cooperation of the inside and outside.

But at the critical moment, Xia Zhaoxue, to cover Weng Ying's departure, brought the Beiyuan Army into Shengliuyuan with a bluff with [-] elite soldiers.

When the Beiyuan Army found out that the situation was wrong, they went back to chase Weng Ying, but they were dragged by the troops led by Xia Zhaoxue for half a month, which seriously obstructed their marching route.

Because Xia Zhao has few students, he can roam flexibly, harassing them constantly, robbing food and grass, or burning barracks, and then slipping away quickly and disappearing.

After nearly half a month of besieging and suppressing Xia Zhao's academy, now they are finally going to kill them all, and they are all out of their anger!
And the Dingguo Ding, the father of Xia Zhaoxue, was also ambushed seven days ago, and he and his son Xia Zhaode died in the deserted valley.

The most important troops of the Dingguo government's manor were completely destroyed. Xia Wenshan and his eldest son were exposed to the snow for seven days, and their bones will be smashed to ashes today.

The Beiyuan army became more and more excited as they watched the figure being dragged out of a long bloody road on the ground.

From then on, Dagan became famous, and only the youngest son, Xia Zhaojia, who had not arrived at the age of seven, and the only daughter Xia Zhaoyi, who was known as a prodigy, were left in the prosperous Dingguo Mansion. .

A woman, no matter how strange it is, what kind of storm can she make.

How can a young son fight with the uncles and cousins ​​of Dingguo Gongfu.

Dingguo Mansion, which has flourished for 300 years, is doomed to decline, and this will also be the prelude to the demise of the entire Daqian.

Right now, the man they hated to the bottom of his heart was in a state of embarrassment like a dog that fell into the water and shed its hair.

"Left!" someone in the crowd shouted.

The officer on the side did not stop him, but also laughed: "Good on the right! There are stone steps over there!"

"Run fast! Faster!"

"Don't be fast! Be careful to kill him, don't cheap this bastard!"

The soldiers on horseback ran faster and faster, and Xia Zhaoyi was dragged to the ground, rubbing all the way, leaving long bloodstains on the snow, stained with a lot of ground flesh.

"General!!"

The prisoners behind them rioted and rushed up, roaring, and several were stabbed to death on the spot.

Xia Zhaoyi gritted her teeth and endured the pain, her lips were bleeding, and her whole body was like a grain of rice shaking on a sieve, and she couldn't help herself.

The crowd was still clamoring, Xia Zhaoyi was exhausted, opened his eyes slightly, and suddenly saw the man and woman standing directly above the high platform.

Snowflakes are like goose feathers, brushing across the vast land.

Yi Shurong's eyes were bright, and he looked at the prisoner who was being dragged and had no resistance. His heart was full of pride in defeating his opponent, and he was as famous as him in the world, but he was better than him in everything. The man who trampled violently, the sense of satisfaction and triumph under his feet.

Tao Lan stood beside him, her graceful figure in armor at this moment, her palm resting on the scabbard on her side, and the corners of her lips sneered.

Aside from those dying remnants, she was the only one in the audience who knew that the sublime general below was not the real Xia Zhaoxue.

With Xia Zhaoyi's body as a girl, she can't hold it for long when she is dragged down like this.

Early death, good luck, although she was not as relieved as seeing her neck cut off with a knife, but she didn't want this woman to live in the world for a moment.

No one can find out that she is fake. Once Yi Shurong finds out that this Yangwei general is Liling Xia Zhaoyi who knows the destiny and has a pair of rejuvenating hands, the fate of the two of them will definitely be completely subverted in an instant.

Moreover, at this stage, she still couldn't let go of Xia Zhaoxue. Only when Xia Zhaoyi died for him could Xia Zhaoxue leave Yangmenguan safely.

Otherwise, Yi Shurong's white falcons could spread the news of the blockade throughout the Yunhu realm within half a day.

The Flower Festival four years ago was the deepest hatred in Tao Lan's heart.

She was still in the capital at that time, and she had a quarrel with others on the street. She took the maid and family to teach the merchants who were short-suffering and slandering others. After looking up, she saw a single person and a horse in the crowd, all dressed in goose color Xia Zhaoyi in dress.

That year Xia Zhaoyi was only 12 years old, he sat on the horse, looked at her indifferently and then drove away without saying a word.

In the evening of that day, her mother brought the news that her marriage with Dingguo Gong's mansion had been dismissed. She hurriedly asked around, only to find out that Xia Zhaoyi went to her second brother and said something.

After that, she became the joke of the whole Jingzhao. She was so arrogant and arrogant, how could she bear it, so what happened later made her fall to a foreign land step by step, and there was no possibility of going back.

Thinking of the past events, Tao Lan's eyes flashed with deep hatred.

But it's okay, God is fair after all.

Dingguo Gongfu is finished!
The crowd flashed by in front of him, Xia Zhaoyi's whole body was like a lingering sluggish, and it was finally difficult to hold on any longer.

Master, second brother...

Xia Zhaoyi closed his eyes and took his last breath.

(End of this chapter)