Jiaohua

Chapter 25
what happened……

The teacup in Su Xiang's hand almost fell.

Lian Ping received three whips, panting, and half-squinted his eyes to see the person in front of him.

It was still the same girl, not taller than her own shoulders, and was tattered and dirty, but her face was clean and her eyes were extraordinarily bright.

She has a...

what is this?
Lian Ping looked at the green tangled thing, the whip was not a whip, and the stick was not a stick. The girl didn't seem to have much strength, and didn't seem to use much force, but why did it make such a loud noise and hurt so much.

"Is this a good crime?" Xia Zhaoyi said.

Lianping gritted his teeth, and the wounds on his body were burning, especially on his face.

The first blow was directed at her face, and her left eye has been shedding tears now, but fortunately she has not gone blind.

"You, don't you want to live?" Lian Ping avoided Xia Zhaoyi's eyes, looked at the ground and said viciously.

"Snapped!"

Another whip sounded.

Lianping shrank back and cried, "Stop hitting!"

"Snapped!"

One more time.

"Snapped!"

Another one.

Lianping screamed, unable to escape, crawling back and forth and hiding under the steps, shivering and curled up into a ball, crying miserably.

"You know it hurts," Xia Zhaoyi looked at her pitifully, "I'm too lazy to talk to a wicked girl like you, you can do it yourself in the future."

After speaking, Xia Zhaoyi turned her head and looked at Su Xiang in the window over there.

Su Xiang was startled and swallowed quietly.

Xia Zhaoyi retracted his gaze, rolled up the vine whip with a raised hand, and turned to leave.

Just go like this?
You left after a dozen whips?
Su Xiang looked at Lian Ping and suspected that she had a dream.

She put the teacup on the table and hurriedly opened the door and ran out to help Lianping.

"Lianping."

"Don't touch me!" Lian Ping cried, her skin was ripped apart, and the tears of pain fell.

"By the way, I'll call someone," Su Xiang got up, "don't be afraid, I'll call someone right now!"

Suxiang ran outside, calling people while she was running. She shouted loudly. When she heard that there was an accident in Bian Erlang's yard, many people rushed over.

Xia Zhaoyi also heard it, and she jumped over several courtyards in a hurry, and went to the steep rocky slope near the foot of the mountain, where the lights were dark.

The noise of people in the distance made this place quiet. She picked a rock and climbed up to sit, cross-legged and holding the small wooden box in her arms, looking up at the stars in the sky.

The peony under the moon is still in my mind, and the aroma seems to be inexhaustible, and it has been lingering under the nose.

The variety of Yuexia peony is very special. It is very rare. It is said to be a flower species cultivated exclusively by the Qiao family in Zhaozhou, but the Qiao family in Zhaozhou was destroyed decades ago.

The Qiao family is in Nantang County, Zhaozhou, and it is only [-] miles from Liling. At that time, there was a famine in Zhaozhou, and some people raised the anti-flag. The Qiao family learned the news early, and could have informed the people and officers and soldiers in the city to make preparations. They took their families and their families and fled overnight.

Later, the rebellious victims entered the city, grabbed food everywhere, and killed anyone they saw.

They were red-eyed, blood flowed into rivers in the city, and corpses piled up like mountains.

The imperial court sent people to suppress it, and the army surrounded Nantang County, but instead of attacking the city, it was exhausted there, waiting for the rebel army to run out of ammunition and food and then go out of the city and surrender.

After being so sleepy, it lasted for four months. When the city gate was finally opened, the city was full of stench, insects and flies covered the sun, and fewer than a thousand people survived.

As for the Qiao family, they were considered collaborators and rebels by the imperial court. Tianrongwei pursued them for two years, but only 11 people were captured, and the others were searched to no avail.

Until three years later, at dusk, in a small riverside village in Kuozhou, fisherwomen were drying fish by sieving the big river, and suddenly a group of coffins floated from the upper stream.

Villagers rushed in and salvaged several coffins, which were filled with dehydrated mummies.

There were a total of 86 coffins before and after, and it was later found out that they belonged to Qiao's family.

It is impossible to find out who threw the coffin, and it is still a mystery to this day, and the word of mouth has become more and more bizarre, and it has been painted with many magical colors, such as someone doing it, such as asking for life.

When Xia Zhaoyi first heard about this legend, he thought it was a bizarre story.

It's the flower.

When she recalled those peony under the moon, it seemed to be more beautiful and fragrant than what Master had described.

The gang of horse thieves in Chongyi wild planted the moon peony from the Qiao family in Zhaozhou.

This relationship is quite interesting.

The sky was bleak and dark, and the very faint stars that had been there just now were also obscured by thick dark clouds.

Xia Zhaoyi retracted her gaze and turned to the buildings in front of her, recalling the road she had just walked, and at the same time she drew lightly with her fingers on the wooden box.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether they remember or not, and the route to leave will not be this way, but she just felt that she was stuck in a panic.

Master's favorite words are that saints don't die, robbers never stop, or the world is not benevolent and treats all things as guinea pigs.

His old man's character is indifferent and indifferent, and he doesn't pay attention to irrelevant people or things at all. If he sympathizes with the innocent and weak, he only needs to send some money, and then tell her that everyone has their own lives, and it's good to stop.

But in addition to this master, Xia Zhaoyi also had his father and brothers who sent people to deliver letters in Yueyue.

His father is a hereditary and irreplaceable grand daddy, but in fact, he can also do nothing in the world, raise a bird, and grow a flower to live his life unrestrainedly.However, my father also advocated great Confucianism. He always said that he was worried about the world before the world, established his mind for the heaven and the earth, established his life for the people, and inherited the unique learning for the past.

The eldest brother Xia Zhaode is a very busy man. He went to the military camp to practice in his early years, and he only wrote one letter to Xia Zhaoyi in half a year.

As for the second brother, Xia Zhaoxue, he is basically a chatterer. Often Xia Zhaoyi receives a letter from him in the morning and another in the afternoon, saying that there are still some unfinished words, but they are all trivial.

Compared with his master and his father, the second brother Xia Zhaoxue did not pay much attention to any belief or school. He only liked one word, called "Xia".

Pure blood, wild song and wine, mountains and rivers make way, heaven and earth are dreams.

"Second brother."

Xia Zhaoyi called out softly, and there was sourness in his chest. In the tragic battle two years ago, the second brother woke up after leaving Yunhu, and he didn't know what kind of grief it would be.

She looked at the buildings and houses in front of her again, with green tiles and Zhu Zhu, carved beams and painted buildings, and the feeling of stuffiness in her heart became more and more obvious.

(End of this chapter)