Jiaohua

Chapter 383 Cang Xue Yu Yu
The spread of panic can exceed everyone's imagination. At the same time, whether intentional or unintentional, panic will always split into dozens of versions on the way of spreading.

The commotion started from Tianqi Street, quickly spread towards Zhengyang Road, Yu Street, and Shengjing Long Street.

The children stood crying in the heavy snow, the woman urged her husband in a panic, the crowd was in a hurry, some were carrying the burden, and some were pushing a cart across the snow.

The goods in many shops were looted, and the shopkeepers were so weak that they couldn't stop the crowd. Even the shop assistants in their own shops followed suit.

There are a lot of odds and ends scattered on the street, and there are even a lot of ledgers, land property, title deeds, things that are usually regarded as treasures, but now they are dropped on the snow and can't be picked up. They are covered with footprints and get stuck in the snow.

The crowd was crowded together, like a wave of panic, scrambling to the north.

At the most spacious opening and closing place of Zhengyang Road, Jingzhao No. [-] Restaurant Taiping lived on it. Zhao Gong was dressed in a brocade white robe, standing slender by the window, shaking a folding fan in his hand, looking at the turmoil in the street below, and said with a smile : "Look, how frightened the common people in this capital are, frightened birds."

There were dozens of guards standing behind him, and Ji Sheng who was the closest said in a low voice, "But my lord, it's not good to scare them like this. The crowd is crowded and trampled, and many people will die."

Zhao Gong shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "If you don't get scared now, you will be scared even more later. Do you think Yongding Gate will really not be broken? Yan Qinglin is not the only one in the capital who is greedy for those refugees. Wait." Those refugees really rushed into the city, you say, what will happen to those who are hungry, crazy, jealous, and hating, they will really eat human flesh alive. You have to be scared for a while anyway, why not help me Stop the Xuanwu army, my teacher is still standing in front of Dongping Academy."

Speaking of this, Zhao Gong stopped the folding fan in his hand, and looked up at the street in front of him on the right.

Speaking of Dongping Academy, the one that impressed him the most this time was Song Qingtang.

There have always been a lot of young talents in Daqian, so although I paid attention to him at the beginning, I didn't pay much attention to him. Sure enough, the fire knows the real gold. It is inevitable to enter the history.

"I don't know what's going on in front of the gate of Dongping Academy," Zhao Gong continued to shake his folding fan lightly, and said, "I hope Song Qingtang won't die from exhaustion, otherwise, it would be a real pity."

……

……

The snow was thick and glare, and the corpses on the ground, whether it was the patrol guards of the Xiaohu Camp or the Xuanwu Army wearing black armor, were all carried away by Song Qingtang's people. The people were also driven away by him, and they retreated far, far away from the intersection.

There are more and more young and energetic young men, some carrying knives, some holding swords, all dressed in thin clothes, and they must come regardless of their family members' obstruction.

"Dongping Academy has such a big event, do you dare to go?"

"Why don't I dare?"

"Then go, you are a coward if you don't come!"

"Let's go!"

……

They came one after another, calling for friends and companions, and rushed into a raging wave of passion for no reason.

The person Shen Lie sent to report came on horseback, stopped behind the crowd, took a lot of effort to squeeze in, and was blocked by Xiaohuying people.

Song Qingtang had just fallen asleep, and his body was extremely sleepy and tired, but he still couldn't close his eyes until he was sitting outside a carriage, and when someone bandaged his wound, his bloodshot eyes looked at the layers of gauze. Wrapping your arms, before you know it, you finally fall asleep in a leaning position.

The messenger finally got to him, and couldn't bear to wake him up, so he turned his eyes to the other side.

The Xuanwu soldiers in front also stayed up all night and were extremely sleepy, but they couldn't get the order for a long time, and they were in a dilemma.

In front of the two opposing armies, a thin girl stood holding an umbrella in the wind and snow, like a navy blue flower blooming on the vast snow.

The messenger blinked his eyes, was overjoyed, and said, "The little girl is..."

"It's that Ali." Song Qingtang's guard replied.

She stood there for a long time, and many people's eyes were on her.

It's not the first time for everyone to see her, Daping Square, Yanyunwei Mansion, she has turned upside down several times, but looking at her now, they still feel surprised and bizarre.

Without three heads and six arms, without a pair of wings, simple and plain, beautiful and clean, the petite figure stands upright in the huge wind.

"Great!" The visitor was delighted, "I'll go find her!"

"Hey!" Konoe couldn't help shouting.

"Miss Ali!" The visitor jumped over hundreds of soldiers and horses from one side, ran up and said, "Miss Ali!"

The girl turned her head and looked at him calmly.

"My young master, Yun Liang is Shen Lie," the visitor said, "Young master ordered me to talk to General Song Lang, but General Song Lang slept."

Xia Zhaoyi nodded, and said in a warm voice, "Say it."

The visitor glanced around and said in a low voice: "The young master and I just came out of the palace. The situation in the palace is chaotic and all the officials are under house arrest. We have taken Shangshu Song to a safe place. Sending people to arrange protection, the young master specially asked me to speak with General Song Lang, hoping that he will feel at ease."

Xia Zhaoyi smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Shen is so kind."

"Ah?" The visitor paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled uncomfortably, as if he was praising him, and said, "Yes, yes, my young master is very nice and handsome..."

"Is there any other news from the palace?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.

"That's not clear. We didn't stay for too long, but the palace is really chaotic, and all the servants and maids are having a hard time. By the way, many concubines were given to death."

Xia Zhaoyi frowned slightly, and said, "Death?"

"Yes."

"Heh..." Xia Zhaoyi smiled, with a cold smile.

"But Miss Ali," the visitor was curious, "Why are you standing here?"

"I happened to pass by, so I stayed to guard Song Lang for a while," Xia Zhaoyi said, turning his eyes back to those Xuanwu soldiers, "Because I have a bad reputation, but this notoriety can come in handy at this time."

"It's not true," the visitor said hastily, "Miss Ali is very nice."

Xia Zhaoyi laughed again, but didn't answer any more.

She has been standing here for a long time, her eyes have been looking at those Xuanwu soldiers, because she is not tall enough and her vision is limited, she can't see too far, and wherever her eyes pass, they are all faces that are pale with cold.

Her hand holding the umbrella gradually changed from warm to freezing, and the wind and snow hit her, causing piercing pain all over her body.

And how much pain she had, these soldiers must have endured twice as much.

But no one moved, she never backed down, and neither did the Xuanwu soldiers.

(End of this chapter)