Chapter 5 Yang's brother and sister's deep blood feud

After a long time, Yang Dali suddenly jumped up as if he was crazy, holding the girl who had just spoken tightly on the shoulder and shouted crazily, "You can't go!" You can't go!"

"Brother..." The girl choked and her lips trembled slightly, "For the sake of the great cause, personal feelings should be put aside first."

"Go to his mother's career, you can't go. I just can't go." Yang Dali shouted crazily.

"Brother, don't be so capricious." The girl gently stroked Yang Dali's cheek, helped him wipe away the tears on his face, and said softly, "Don't you forget why we are here? Have you forgotten your parents' hatred? Have you forgotten that we are waiting for this day? Now the opportunity has finally come, but you won't let me go?"

"I haven't forgotten, girl, how can I forget?" Yang Dali whispered and buried his head deeply, "But you can't come back."

After saying that, Yang Dali fell to the ground and said nothing.

The girl smiled and said, "From the day she joined the cloth clothes gang, Yang Dali and Yang Xiaomei's lives no longer belonged to themselves. They could die for the great cause. Yang Xiaomei's life has finally not lived in vain."

"Little sister, you can't go." Su Mubai suddenly opened his mouth and said, Yang Dali, who was sitting on the ground, jumped up from the ground, his eyes glowed with hope, clenched Su Mubai's shoulder, and stared straight at Su Mubai.

"I can tell the rudder that there are no women over 18 years old in Suzhou this year, and it's not a big deal to miss a women's draft." Sumu Baidao.

"Song Su." Yang Xiaomei said softly, "You're wrong."

Yang Xiaomei smiled lightly and said with a dead-seeking expression on her face, "With one less woman's draft, there is less chance to assassinate the emperor."

"If the emperor lives one more day, the people will suffer one more day." Yang Xiaomei said.

"Is there still a small number of women sent to the palace for so many years? Which one disappeared inexplicably as soon as he entered? Little sister! I don't want to know how you died!" Yang Dali hissed, "Don't go, okay? I beg you."

"Brother, are you afraid of death? Have you forgotten that as early as ten years ago, when our parents were killed alive by the officers and soldiers of the imperial court, we were already dead. Have you forgotten the pain brought to us by the war? Did you forget who saved us? Have you forgotten what we have lived for until now?" Yang Xiaomei's eyes shed two lines of tears, "And I began to receive all kinds of training in the palace ten years ago. I have been training here for ten years, isn't it just to wait until today? If you don't let me go, just kill me, because there is no point in my life. The only meaning of my life is to complete my mission.

"Little sister..." Yang Dali cried bitterly and hugged Yang Xiaomei tightly, "I'll let you go, I'll let you go..."

The brother and sister hugged each other tightly and cried bitterly. Everyone present had red eyes, and Tang Saier shed tears.

Tang Saier thought that the court was so bad. It turned out that the court had brought so many misfortunes to people, and I didn't know these until today.

It's late at night, and many people are destined to have insomnia tonight.

Tang Saier saw Su Mubai in the distance. He sat alone in the courtyard and was drinking silently. There were no dishes on the table, only wine, and a table full of wine.

"Girl Saier, why don't we have a drink together?" Su Mubai raised his glass and smiled at Tang Saier.

"Sun Su, are you going to drink here all night?" Tang Saier smiled, sat down, picked up a glass of wine, tasted a smile and said, "This wine is bitter."

"The bitterness of wine is only because of bitterness." Su Mubai smiled bitterly and looked at the moonlight. Tang Saier looked at Su Mubai's face and felt for the first time that Su Mubai was also a flesh and blood person. In the past, she only thought that Su Mubai was a shameless prodigal son. At this time, she knew that everything he did was for the cloth help. He was considerated by himself and also to be able to take At this time, she found that Su Mubai was also a good man.

"Do I have any flowers on my face?" Su Mubai said with a smile.

"You are sad about Yang Xiaomei, are you?" Don Saier asked softly.

"Yes." Su Mubai said, "When I joined the Cloth Gang, it was just when Yang Dali's brother and sister came."

"It has been ten years in a blink of an eye. You know, in my heart, everyone in Suzhou is like my relatives, and here... just like my home." Su Mubai drank another glass of wine and said, "Little sister, just like my sister, I watched her grow up. When she came, the eight-year-old child was training in how to enter the palace to seduce the emperor and assassinate the emperor at the right time, and this has been the goal of living. For ten years, I will send her from here every year. Let's go, woman."

"Some of them are like my sister and some of my sister, but each of them was sent away by myself. I personally sent each of them to hell. It's me, it's me... Hahaha." Su Mubai hissed, "I killed them with my own hands, hahaha."

"Song Su." Tang Saier's eyes also turned red, "It's not your fault, because you have your responsibility."

"Responsibility..." Su Mubai kept repeating these two words and suddenly shouted, "You're right. I have my responsibility. Sometimes, in order to complete the great cause, personal sacrifice is inevitable."

"But..." Su Mubai suddenly hugged his head in pain and hissed, "I don't want this responsibility. I just want to return to my relatives, my brothers and sisters."

"Son Su..." Tang Saier gently hugged Su Mubai and said softly, "It's not your fault. No one will blame you. Everyone has his responsibility. Yours is just heavier than others."

"Do you know that the little sister can't come back?" Su Mubai said, "She has to die here, but I don't want her to die. I think she is alive. Why does she have to die?"

"What if my little sister succeeds?" Tang Saier said.

"Success..." Su Mubai suddenly laughed, as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world. "It is impossible to succeed and will never succeed. She will definitely die if she goes here."

After saying that, Su Mubai fell down on the table and was unconscious.

Tang Saier labored to help the unconscious Su Mubai, helped him back to his room and cover the quilt for him. Tang Saier suddenly found that Su Mubai was crying even when he was asleep, so she gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and whispered, "I hope you can fulfill your dream." After saying that, he gently retreated and closed the door.

Out of Su Mubai's room, Tang Saier came to Yang Xiaomei's room. She saw that the lights in the room were still on, and Yang Xiaomei was sitting under the light. She sighed in her heart that who could sleep tonight?

Is it Miss Tang? It's cold outside. Please come in. Yang Xiaomei whispered.

Tang Saier smiled and thought that what a smart and considerate girl went in and saw Yang Xiaomei sitting under the lamp with a lot of cloth, needles and threads and measuring rulers on the table.

"Miss Tang, please sit down." Yang Xiaomei smiled at Tang Saier.

So Tang Saier sat down opposite Yang Xiaomei. She looked carefully at Yang Xiaomei's face. This face was not very beautiful, but at this moment, there was an indescribable cuteness in her heart.

"I'm embroidering insoles for my brother. He is used to wearing the insoles I embroidered. Other people's embroidered them, but he doesn't fit." Yang Xiaomei smiled, pointed to the pile of insoles on the table, and said, "My brother often goes out for missions, and he will wear out a pair of insoles in about three months."

Tang Saier looked and found that there were at least 30 pairs of insoles on the table. So, isn't she helping her take care of the aftert? It turned out that she also knew that she had gone here and had not returned. Thinking of this, Tang Saier couldn't help but blush.

"Miss Tang, do you know how we came to the Cloth Group?" Yang Xiaomei put down the needle and thread in her hand and asked with a smile.

Don Seer shook her head, but she knew that it must have been a tragic past.

"Our family of four originally lived in a quiet village and was happy. That year, when I was eight years old and my brother was twelve years old, and the war burned to my hometown. In order to hunt down several fugitives from the cloth gang, the imperial court would rather kill a hundred by mistake than never let one person go. My parents hid my brother and me in the cellar. My brother and I were very scared. We didn't know how long we stayed in it. When we came out of the cellar, we saw the bodies of our parents. The whole village was full of corpses. All kinds of miserable ways of death were simply hell on earth. At this time, the old master of the Cloth Gang brought people here. He was here to rescue his brother who was hunted down by the court. Brother, but I saw the only surviving brother and me in the whole village. The old master gave us two ways to go. First, forget the past, forget hatred, leave here with the money given to us by the old master, and live an ordinary life. Second, join the cloth gang, and from then on, only live for one belief. Yang Xiaomei smiled and her eyes were extremely strong, "My brother and I chose the second way, so my brother and I have died in the battle ten years ago. It is hatred that has been supporting this body to survive. Since Yang Xiaomei died ten years ago, today's Yang Xiaomei will die again. What does it matter?"

"Hate, how powerful is it..." Tang Saier muttered.

"Moreover, I'm going to the palace for another purpose." Yang Xiaomei looked at Tang Saier and said. I suspect that this gang has a mole.

Tang Saier was shocked and looked at Yang Xiaomei in consternation.

"Since 5 years ago, I began to suspect that there were internal traitors in this gang. Why did the women sent to the palace disappear inexplicably every year? If it hadn't been for the insiders, how could this be? We carefully selected every beautiful girl arranged to enter the palace. We carefully cultivated them for many years. Finally, we seamlessly changed their names and stole dragons. Feng, put it into the palace again, but more than 100 women sent to the palace every year are like stone sinking into the sea. There is no news. None of them came back. There is no news about them. After entering the palace, they are like evaporating from the world. No matter how powerful the emperor is, he can't be so powerful. Yang Xiaomei took a deep breath, "When I go to the palace, everything will come out."

"But..." Tang Saier held Yang Xiaomei's hand, and her eyes flashed with tears of Ban refute. At this moment, Tang Saier did not know what language to use to describe the woman in front of her. She only felt that Yang Xiaomei was so pitiful, but at the same time she was so respectable. I'm afraid you can't tell others if you know the truth..."

"As long as I try my best." Yang Xiaomei also held Tang Saier's hand tightly and said, "I want to ask you one thing."

"You said, as long as I can do it." Tang Saier said.

"If my estimate is correct, the insider must have taken action this time. I can't tell anyone about these words. I don't have enough evidence to say it, and it can only disturb people's hearts. Isn't it the heart of the middle of the mole, so I can only tell you that I don't know what the insider will do, but I have arranged it. Some retreats, when it really comes to a last resort, I hope you can take my brother to escape. I don't ask for anything but for him to live. Yang Xiaomei said, "Please give him these insoles for me. He must be very drunk tonight. If he doesn't sleep until noon tomorrow, he can't get up."

"I can't sleep tonight. I really want to make my brother's insoles for the next 50 years for him." Yang Xiaomei picked up the needle and thread on the table again and began to embroider the insole.

The night wind is desolate, and no one is destined to fall asleep. Some use wine, while others use needles and threads to paralyze themselves.