Chapter 280 The flowing peach blossom moon is still light
The dark silence gradually dispersed, and you can faintly see the broken wall, a white war horse dyed red by blood, and the horse's legs and abdomen were seriously injured and dripping blood.
There are three people on the horse's back.
However, the scene is sad, and the moonlight is still very dim. The pillars on both sides have long been broken, and the carvings on the door have been blurred. Only the blood color of the body is so eye-catching. The horses are running hard in front of them. They are like ancient beasts squatting. Years have already made the luxury of that year glorious. For the dust, only the scattered bones are still standing in the depths of the darkness, which gives people such a feeling.
In this broken moonlight, the broken bricks and tiles are mottled, and the broken streets extend forward, always entering the unknown darkness. The horse ran forward with blood.
This seems to be the world after the robbery, full of several inches of dust.
This is the night after the looting of Zhu Yuanzhang's rebels and Mongolian soldiers.
The sky is dark, and there is no light or wind. There is only the sound of horses hooves on the whole street.
Only endless sadness and bleak moonlight are still falling, as if the dark rain has been falling for thousands of years. After the war between the Rebels and Yuan soldiers, people had already fled here. The war brought only sadness and despair, and their families were destroyed!
The horse broke through the dilapidated street and supported her daughter coldly in a clear river.
After all, Fang Ye didn't catch up, and she didn't have a chance to catch up.
The cold day touched his eldest brother's chest a few times, and the cold and painful expression was eliminated.
Gmiring at the woman, the cold day sighed, took out an elixir from his arms and put it into the woman's mouth and said pitifully, "Puting pills can only protect your breath for three hours. After three hours, it's fate, and uncle can't save you."
A trace of relief flashed in the woman's sad eyes.
"Where's my father?" The woman asked softly.
"Brother's situation is a little better than yours!" Speaking of this, the expression of the cold weather is so serious that it is incompatible with the gurgling water and the quiet grassland. The cold weather turned around and left.
"Where is this?" The woman asked softly, but no one answered her. Her father had already fallen into a coma, because this could reduce the pain.
"Am I really dead? Is this the purgatory of reincarnation?"
Suddenly, a clear sound of water droplets came from this silent world. Only then did she find out what kind of world this was.
The woman raised her head and opened her small mouth to breathe in this quiet world, but at this moment, the already numb body was regaining consciousness, and a fishy and warm ** was pouring into her throat.
It seemed to be a scorching flame, which had traveled all over her body in an instant, igniting her coagulated blood.
The woman felt a sharp pain from her waist, which was the place where she blocked the sword for her father and saved her father.
She opened her eyes wide.
A pale, thin hand is hanging in front of her mouth.
On the thin wrist, a straight wound curved down, and blood-red blood dripped from the wound and fell into her lips.
She suddenly understood that the salty ** she felt in a trance was the cold blood!
She was stunned and was about to struggle to get up, but her body lost the last trace of strength under the torture of severe pain. She tried her best and couldn't move.
She lay down with tears and closed her blood-red mouth. At this time, the falling spots of blood splashed on her white silk clothes, but a very thin blood stain deviated from the direction and flowed up along her jaw, and she was forced to open her little mouth.
"Don't move!" The voice was full of anger that was offended by dignity.
The voice was extremely hoarse, as if the cold weather was so painful. An equally pale hand had tightly stuck in her neck and forcibly turned her face back to its original position.
The blood continued to fall, but her lips were tightly closed, allowing the blood to slip from her face.
"No!" The woman sobbed.
The woman looked up at her pale face in the cold weather and saw that his flying silver hair looked particularly pale and painful in the dim sunlight.
"Stupid!" Crazy anger appeared in the cold and anxious eyes, and he clicked the woman's acupuncture point.
She was motionless, and her pale face slowly stiffened in the blood fog, like a drop of ice that could break away at any time.
The sound of water rippled, and the flying drops of water stirred up tree shadows in the moonlight.
The autumn wind is bleak.
After a while, the cold weather stopped. Untie her acupuncture point.
The moonlight fell like rain, and familiar memories surged into her heart, which made her a little calm. She lay quietly on the bluestone, floating in a thin layer of stagnant water with her red-stained white clothes.
The gurgling water with a few peach blossoms slowly flowed through his sight and fell into the deep pool below. Her hair was untied and completely spread on the big stone, fluctuating slightly with the breeze.
The dust, blood and tears over the years have gone with the peach blossoms.
"Have a good rest. Your father will figure it out." The cold weather gritted his teeth and said.
"Hmm!" The woman seems to be asleep.
Leng Tian leaned on the stone next to him and looked at the scars on his wrist with great pity. The anger in his eyes has long subsided.
Leng Tian casually tore off a belt and bandaged the wound of his left hand. Leng Tian suddenly tightened the belt, and the wound on his hand burst because he could not withstand such power. At that moment, the ridicul in Leng Tian's eyes turned into a bitter resentment and said word, "Big brother, because I was jealous of you, which led to today's big mistake. I accidentally killed my sister-in-law. If you want to kill me, I won't stop you.
The woman on one side was stunned.
The cold day moved his eyes away from the cold and threw it into the distant sky, and his pale face covered his rapidly changing expression. After a long time, she calmed down and smiled softly, "Tonight, I saw one of the most touching plays in the world. A great father, in order to save his daughter, did not hesitate to bear the suffering of heaven and man, abandoned all calmness and that unknown identity, and sweated his head and blood in danger. Then, in order to save his eldest brother from trouble, one of his brothers went in and out several times and died alone. ......”
His tone was full of mockery, and a ominous premonition gradually rose in the woman's heart.
What's the matter with the grudge of the parents!
She seemed to hear what he said about manslaughter? What are you going to kill me?
The woman thought of this pain. She knew that her body was extremely weak and she didn't even have the strength to think. Is she going to die?
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