Chapter 201 Dust settled 8
The woman held a sleeping child in her arms and ran away desperately in panic.
The surroundings are full of killing, fire, and the ears are full of women's miserable calls, like purgatory on earth.
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"Stinky | Bitch | Son! Tell you to run! Run! Why don't you run away!"
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Wang!
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In front, several soldiers pressed down a maid of honor, and their clothes were torn to pieces.
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I took a quiet look and actually saw the ink fragrance of Cining Palace.
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"Don't...!"
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"Damn! How dare you arrest me!"
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The angry soldier grabbed the long knife beside him and sent it to the woman on the ground.
Puff...
Blood flowers are splashing...
The woman's eyes widened, looked at the fiery night sky in horror, struggled with both hands, and finally breathed.
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"What did you do to kill her? What did you kill her brothers for?
The soldier standing waiting came forward, kicked the man who was drawing a knife from the woman's body, and asked angrily.
"Damn! Who told this woman to scratch my face! As soon as I get angry..."
The man pulled out a long knife from the woman's body and replied in a muffled voice.
"Forget it, there are many women in Chu Gong. Just look for them again."
The soldiers next to him came forward and rounded the field.
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Mo Zhu looked at what happened in front of him in horror. His legs couldn't help trembling desperately and bit his lower lip tightly to barely stop himself from crying.
Her eyes are still staring at the dead female corpse on the ground in front of her, and her heart is not desolate.
"Ink fragrance..."
Mo Zhu stretched out his right hand and covered his mouth tightly. His eyes could not be removed from the female corpse for a long time.
Just before a cup of tea, she saw Mo Xiang and a group of eunuchs escape from Cining Palace.
But now...
Look at Mo Xiang dying in front of him...
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Afraid of being discovered, Mo Zhu quickly hid behind the big tree beside him.
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Another woman's sad and tragic voice came, and Mo Zhu didn't dare to look at it again.
"Don't...don't...leave me..."
The woman's sad scream came from the front. Mo Zhu listened to her, and his whole body was constantly trembling. He closed his eyes tightly and dared not look more, but tears dripped down uncontrollably.
Tear!
"Haha, such white meat! The women in the palace are different!"
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"Quickly! Hurry up! Brothers are all waiting!"
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Mo Zhu held his right hand tightly and controlled the mood that was about to collapse. Listening to time, the woman's sad cry and the laughter of the soldiers, Mo Zhu could no longer stand it. He lowered his head and looked at the sleeping Yin frame in his arms.
If it hadn't been for the heavy responsibility of protecting the prince, I'm afraid she would have rushed out to fight with those beasts. Even if there was only one stone in her hand, she would have killed a few.
instead of...
Like now, hide here...
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The passage of time...
The long nails have fallen deep into the palm of the hand, and a few drops of blood dripping from the palm of the ink bamboo...
The woman's sad scream has gradually turned into a dull hum...
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"Haha, that's right, this woman is so white!"
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"Talk a lot! Get out of the way!"
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Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. There was a severe pain in my chest and unspeakable sadness. Mo Zhu finally cried...
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"There is a woman crying behind the tree!"
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"There are women! Go and have a look!"
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Mo Zhu's face changed greatly. He leaned forward and looked forward, and several soldiers rushed towards this side.
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"Haha! Sure enough, there are women!"
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"Hatch it! Don't let one go!"
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Mo Zhu hugged the sleeping Yin frame tightly and rushed forward.
"The woman in front! Stop!"
It seemed that the voice of a ghost from hell came from the rear. Mo Zhu ran desperately and dared not stop at all, or even dared not look back.
I can't run anymore...
Mo Zhu looked at the sleeping frame in his arms and shed tears of despair...
Suddenly seeing a young soldier alone in front of him, Mo Zhu rushed forward and knelt down in front of the soldier with a "p" sound.
"Please, help me, please..."
The woman burst into tears, holding a sleeping child in her arms, knelt in front of the young soldier and pleaded bitterly.
The soldier lowered his head and looked at Mo Zhu with a complicated look, "This...? Is it your child...?"
Mo Zhu nodded heavily.
The footsteps behind him gradually, and Mo Zhu's eyes showed deep fear and despair.
The young soldier pondered for a moment, picked up Mo Zhu and said, "Go behind the stone and hide."
Mo Zhu quickly nodded, hugged Yin frame and hid in. He didn't even dare to breathe too heavily.
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"Did you see a woman passing through here with her child in her arms?"
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"You mean the woman holding the baby? I just went there..."
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"Go, chase!"
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The footsteps went forward and felt the danger. Mo Zhu collapsed to the ground, and tears fell down uncontrollably.
The young soldier picked up Mo Zhu from behind the stone and said, "This... is not your child, is it?" This should be the prince of Nanchu, right?
As soon as Mo Zhu heard this, he quickly knelt down and said, "He is just a child. Please let him go..."
The young soldier sighed and looked at the flames in the distance, saying, "War... Killing... Everything is a sin made by us..."
Mo Zhu took the young soldier's hand tightly and said, "Please take me away... Please help us..."
The young soldier stared at Mo Zhu's face carefully, looked up and down for a long time, and sighed, "You...re really willing to come with me...?"
Mozhu nodded heavily. Now she has no other choice, just like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw and is no longer willing to let go.
"Well...you go back to Dongqi with me..."
The young soldier sighed and said, reaching out to take the sleeping Yin frame in Mo Zhu's hand, holding Mo Zhu's left hand in his right hand, and slowly walking forward.
The young soldier's eyes are compassion, and they can't bear it...
With a sigh...
If this is a purgatory on earth...
So, we are all evil spirits from hell...
The maker of killing...
War, why do you always use these innocent people as sacrifices...
"In the future, change your name and stay with me..."
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"Excuse me... what's your name..."
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"Prince of Dongqi, Qi Huan."
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The woman took a cold breath, her brain was blank, and even her breathing seemed to stop at this moment, and her whole body was frozen.
Qi Huan stopped and asked softly, "Are you afraid? If you don't want to, I can let you and the child go.
Mozhu meditated for a moment, raised his head and looked at the fire around...
The endless sad and tragic voices came from all directions, and Mo Zhu's body began to tremble constantly.
held Qi Huan's right hand tightly.
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"I'll go with you..."
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"Well, stay with me with this child in the future."
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Qi Huan raised his head and looked at the firelight in the sky and the ruined Chu Palace, with deep compassion in his eyes.
If we are all killers.
Well, Yin Ren, I leave the only bloodline of Nanchu for you.
It can be regarded as my compensation for the innocent death of Nanchu...
Outside.
Moli Dawada...
Sumei has been running day and night for three days.
For three days, it has not stopped. The water in the water bag is about to be drunk, and the food in the bag is about to be eaten up.
Since three days ago, Ma Qianqian decided to die with Numuhachi, and prepared some water and food to let Sumei escape alone.
Escape...
Where can you escape...
Sumei doesn't know that she has lived outside the fortress with Ma Qianqian for three years. Where can she escape now?
Let's go back to Nanchu...
Go back to find the princess...
This is her only wish...
Back to Princess Zijing...
Sumei drank all the water in the water bag and threw the empty water bag on the sand with a crack.
Stretch out your right hand and wipe away the tears on your face.
Even if you die, you will go back to Nanchu and die again!
With this belief firmly in her heart, Sumei accelerated her pace and walked forward.
There was a sound of camel's hoof behind him...
"Hight! The person in front of you, stop!"
People from the rear finally followed the footprints. Sumei turned around and saw Horqinmeng gradually approaching with a team of camels.
"I just want to go back to Nanchu! Doesn't that work? Does this also hinder you?"
Sumei turned around and asked angrily.
"Kor Qinmeng, you have got everything you want! Why don't you let me go, my little maidservant! What the hell am I doing to get in your way!"
Sumei asked.
"Because you know too much."
Korqin smiled.
He raised the long whip in his hand, pointed to Sumei, and said, "You know too much about my identity, Ma Qianqian's identity, and everything about the cloth gang!"
"But I will never say it! I just want to go back to the princess! Horqinmeng! I am also a victim. I have been with Ma Qianqian for three years, and I have also done a lot for you? Why can't you let me live?"
Su Mei's eyes shed tears and asked harshly.
"I don't want you to die! It's a secret letter from the chief helmsman! He wants you to die!"
Horqin said with a sigh, "Also, if you just want to go back to Nanchu to find Princess Zijing, you don't have to go, because she is dead."
Sumei collapsed to the ground, looked at Horqinmeng unbelievably and said, "I don't believe it!"
"If you don't believe it! You might as well go down there to see your princess in person!"
Horqin shouted angrily.
"Fight arrows!"
Horqin looked at Sumei impatiently and didn't want to explain it to her anymore. With a wave of his right hand, he released dozens of sharp arrows behind her. The sharp arrows cut through the dull air and penetrated Sumei's thin body in an instant.
The woman's thin body was penetrated by dozens of sharp arrows and nailed to the hot sand.
stretched out his right hand and looked in the direction of Southern Chu, as if he wanted to catch something. Finally, he took a long breath and closed his eyes.
Blood flowed down the woman's sore body and dyed the sand red, rendering the small piece of sand gorgeously.
"Go!"
Horqinmeng turned around, raised his right hand, and led the camel team to go.