Hua Yi has almost finished handing over the matter in Wangcheng, but the only thing is that he can't find out who the spy hiding in the city is.
Even though Chang'an was gone, the city defense that had been in his hands at this moment was still monolithic, and Hua Yi couldn't get in to find out the guy who was hidden by him.
Chang'an's mouth is too strict, and he hides himself so well that he doesn't even leave a trace of clues. It can be seen that people who follow the rules are not something that can be reassured. Even the person next to his pillow who knew him best couldn't figure it out.
This matter made Hua Yi very anxious. Ever since that unknown opponent was eyeing eastward, Hua Yi seemed to be in trouble. Chang'an's concealment and failure to report actually caused him a lot of trouble. When he was not there, he had almost no one to complain, and he was so angry that he could only turn over the table in Wang's tent by himself.
But there is no time for a cup of tea. When Hua Yi's anger is over and he calms down, he can't help but forgive Chang An... even if he is not in front of him, he will make trouble for himself.
Hua Yi and him have been walking together for so many years, and they are always uneasy. He has tested Chang'an thousands of times overtly and secretly. What I think and do, but I find it ridiculous.
Sometimes Hua Yi felt that his heart might be sharp and angular at the beginning, but after being tortured by that person and time for many years, it became smoother and smoother. He felt that he was almost inconceivably transformed into a another person.
Back then in the dense forest, the outlaw who was alarmed by a single movement and a word now softly tolerated such a person holding the city defense firmly in his hand under his nose, and didn't bother to care about it... Isn't it a miracle
It was getting late at night, Hua Yi sat on the edge of the bed and lost his mind for a while, the big bed was empty without one person, it was a bit cold, and the old habits seemed to be broken, Hua Yi couldn't sleep well for days.
At this moment, an envoy sent by Lu Da in the name of Lu Quan arrived.
The emissary was anxious, the news he brought was really not good, and he stuttered, lest the missing city lord would spoil their kingly anger and directly take the knife on himself.
But who knows, except when he stumbled and said "the city lord is gone", Hua Yi frowned and asked "what's going on", from the beginning to the end, the king of the East China Sea didn't say a word.
It wasn't until the envoy finished speaking that Hua Yi lowered his head, put his hands on his knees, and remained silent for a long time, then waved his hand feebly, telling the anxious envoy to leave.
When he was the only one left in the king's tent, Hua Yi leaned back heavily, lay on his back on the bed, and concentrated on experiencing for a while what it means to be disturbed, and when the numbness has spread to the back Suddenly, he turned sideways, grabbed Changan's pillow viciously, held the pillow in his hands like a human being, and strangled to death.
Counting it, this was the first time Hua Yi wanted to reach out and strangle Chang'an to death. The thought made his teeth itch, and he pinched the pillow so badly.
He finished pinching the pillow in a distraught state, and fell asleep with difficulty hugging the pillow and a bunch of messy things in his mind. For some reason, he had a nightmare.
Hua Yi dreamed that he was holding someone in his arms, and when he looked carefully, that person was actually Chang An. Chang'an was softer than a pillow, as if he had no bones. With a light pinch, his flesh sank, and it was really boneless, and he became a human-shaped pillow, lying lifelessly in his arms. What do you call it? He didn't open his eyes either.
Hua Yi was so anxious that his heart seemed to be soaked in scalding hot water. It was sore and painful, but it was not the kind of sharp pain that pierced the heart. It was just that he could not wake up no matter what. Chang'an, that blunt soreness gradually spread in his chest, wrapped in an indescribable chill.
The chill seemed to penetrate through his scalp all the way, making his hair stand on end, and the bit of heat in his heart was taken away by the bone-chilling cold, leaving nothing but despair.
Someone came to pull him away, whispering something in his ear non-stop, nothing more than "sorry", but why is it sad
If it can be saved, how can it be regarded as mourning
Hua Yi felt that he was in a trance, and looked at others telling him that Chang'an was gone. There was a muscle in his heart that couldn't be twisted. People came and went in front of him. Slowly, they all turned into a kind of face, like a fleeting image.
He couldn't see anyone, and their voices gradually turned into a "buzzing" noise.
The feeling was so real that he couldn't feel that he was dreaming at all, as if he was trapped in it for a whole night.
In the early morning of the second day, the slave yelled four or five times outside the tent before Hua Yi opened his eyes in a daze.
He opened his eyes, but God did not return to his place.
Hua Yi stared blankly at the top of his bed tent, the feeling of being unable to breathe in his chest was still there, he sat up suddenly, dazed, he didn't care what to do, he just lowered his head to look at the pillow in a panic. side, but there was nothing there.
The scene in the dream and the half-empty bed suddenly merged together, as if someone had punched him hard in the chest.
Hua Yi felt dizzy, suddenly felt like he was sick, and couldn't help lying on the bedside, "Wow", he vomited a mouthful of blood.
After vomiting, the drifting mind came back. Hua Yi slowly remembered that Chang'an was sent out by himself, and now he went somewhere without authorization. Someone came to report it last night, and he was very angry. Not light.
... It turned out that it was just a dream.
The slave outside the tent heard that there was something wrong inside, so he boldly pushed the door open. When he saw a pool of blood on the ground, he was so frightened that his legs turned into tongues, and he stared at Hua Yi dumbfounded: "Wang Wang Wang Wang!"
Hua Yi spat out the stagnant blood, his whole body seemed to relax a lot, and his mind turned quickly, thinking that all kinds of bleakness turned out to be just a nightmare, and his state of mind "hula" relaxed—fortunately, this awake man The world is really much cuter than that just now.
"Don't make a fuss, I've been a little angry with your city lord recently." Hua Yi closed his eyes for a moment, and then ordered, "Go, clean up the land for me, and then get me some face wash and food. My stomach hurts from hunger."
The slave said cautiously: "Does the king... want a doctor?"
"No... well, that's fine, please invite if you want. After you have finished please ask the doctor to wait outside. The envoy who came back yesterday is still waiting for a letter. I will tell him a few words first and tell him to rest today and tomorrow. Just set off and go, in a few days... at most five or six days, I will follow and lead people there. Let Lu Quan and the others sharpen their swords and guns, and wait to make some men's careers, don't complain all day long Nope."
The slave bowed his head in response, turned and went out.
Only then did Hua Yi look down at the bloodstains on the ground, and he felt that if the world really had reincarnation as Suo Laimu said, then he must have owed Chang'an several lifetimes in the past. Tell him to vomit blood.
Hua Yi quickly got busy, and forgot about the doctor who was called outside. He didn't think of him until lunch time. When he called in, he found out that it was Qing Liang.
Kazuo disappeared, and Aye was no longer in the mood to see others, so he handed everything over to Qingliang.
Although Qingliang was jerky, he was extremely patient and had a good temper. He would ask Aye if he didn't understand anything. After practicing like this for a while, he unexpectedly became decent.
However, it didn't matter if he went out for a long time, but he forgot about the people locked in his basement.
Ah Shu was very embarrassed—even if she was a peerless beauty, her tongue and hands were cut off, and she was locked in such a dark place, it really didn't look good.
However, despite this, she still did not give up.
Ah Shu felt that she had underestimated her opponent and had such a result. She had to blame for this, and she had a reason for suffering like this now.
The others are all nonsense, and it is true to think of a solution and spread the news.
Qingliang is honest, he doesn't let her go out, doesn't talk to her, but he doesn't abuse her, and he has three meals a day. Ah Shu has been relying on this to keep time underground.
Only on this day, Qingliang didn't come for breakfast. A Shu waited quietly for a while, and concluded that he was called out.
What Qingliang does, Ah Shu knows from the basement full of herbs, presumably someone is seeking medical treatment, and will come back soon.
She stood up slowly, the chains on her body rattling as she moved.
Then Ah Shu put her ears against the wall—not long after she was locked in, she could faintly hear the sound of water outside the wall, coming through the soil layer. After a few days, Ah Shu understood that the basement should be higher than the ground. It's not far, and there's a river just behind it.
She also knew that there was a shark in the city.
Ah Shu bit off the tattered sleeve with great difficulty, raised her elbow, and used her elbow as a hand to dig on the soft mud wall. She dug very slowly, and the skin on her elbow was already torn. It was tattered and bloody, but she didn't seem to know the pain, her face was full of determination, and she didn't stop day and night.
Qingliang usually puts the food in the furthest place she can get it, and doesn't go in, and the light in the basement is dim, so he didn't realize that she had already dug a big hole in the wall.
But on this day when Qingliang was away, hard work paid off, Ah Shu saw a ray of sky light against the bloody dirt all over her body.
But before she had time to be happy, she was poured with cold water—even though she had suffered a lot these days and lost a lot of weight, at this moment, it was still difficult for her to take a step forward from the iron chain left by Chang'an. It's the limit she can reach.
No matter how high the place was, she couldn't reach it, and only saw hope. Could it be that she was so helpless
Ah Shu was stunned for a moment, suddenly her eyes flashed, she lowered her head, and bit her arm fiercely like a beast—she knew that the strength of her teeth was stronger than that of her hands, so as long as she was ruthless, she could bite With this arm broken, she can hold the broken arm in her mouth and dig into places she can't reach right now.
Beads of blood soaked out from between her teeth, Ah Shu almost lost consciousness from the pain, but she still refused to let go.
At this moment, there was a rustling sound from the small crack on the top of her head, Ah Shu was startled suddenly, and when she raised her head, she saw a man tilting his head, and with a few strokes, he nearly cut her off There was a palm-width gap in the place where the arms were difficult to clear, and he was squatting there curiously, stretching his neck to look at her.
The man's nails were extremely long, and when he used force, there seemed to be faintly visible scales flashing under the nails, and his eyes shone with a strange blue light in the dark, making Zhou Zhengjun's handsome facial features a bit hideous.
It's a shark!
Ah Shu's eyes lit up, God is helping her!