In the end, the investigation in the book "Flowers Bloom" came to nothing, and a week later, its sequel was successfully published, but the descriptions in this version were much more restrained, and there were even blank spaces in some places.
But what Shopkeeper Zhang didn’t expect was that these blank spaces did not reduce the book’s appeal, but instead further boosted its popularity. Everyone is actively discussing what happened to the blank paragraphs. At the same time, a theory is gradually spreading that there are two versions of this book. The other unabridged version not only has no blank spaces, but also has a deeper hidden plot. That is the true complete version of this book.
This popularity soon attracted the attention of businessmen.
Afterwards, the book Huakai was loaded onto a carriage or cargo ship and spread towards places outside Jinxia City.
"Well"
Along with a twinge of pain, Gongshu Feng groaned and slowly opened his eyes.
All I could see was that the vision was hazy, as if covered with a layer of gauze, making it almost difficult to see.
No matter what, it seems that I am still alive
He licked his lips and realized that his mouth was extremely dry and his throat was on fire.
"water"
Gong Shufeng murmured subconsciously, but he quickly realized that he was no longer the disciple of Gong Shufeng, and this was not Xu Guogong Shu's mansion. There could not be servants around him to take care of him all the time.
"Want some water? There's some here." Someone suddenly responded.
Then a reed rod was inserted into his mouth.
Gong Shufeng took two deep breaths, and a stream of bitter water suddenly poured into his throat. It was not very sweet, and his tongue could still taste the graininess of the earth, but this was the most mouth-lubricating drink he had ever drunk. water.
"Cough cough cough" The sediment made him cough after drinking deeply, as if his throat had not been used for a long time.
A terrible thought suddenly came into Gong Shufeng's mind.
"How many days have I been unconscious since I coughed?"
"About three days?" The other party asked uncertainly, "Maybe four days."
Four days. Gong Shufeng's heart sank to the bottom. He had already wasted three days on the road, but here it was another four days, a quarter of a month. What's more, he hasn't left Liuzhou yet, and his arrival at Jinxia will be at least half a month later than planned.
It is impossible that when the refugees were attacked and the Liuzhou government raised the butcher's knife indiscriminately, this plan would have been ruined.
So what if he is rescued
It is impossible for this group of people to have nothing to gain and risk their lives to fight against the heavily armed villagers. In addition, if the opponent is a rebel, it is common for them to recruit outsiders to supplement their troops or privately plunder property.
Compared with whether he can reach Jinxia smoothly, he has things to worry about now, "There is also a young man named Gong Shujin with me. I wonder if you..."
"Are you talking about your brother?" The voice seemed to be comforting him, "Don't worry, he is not injured. He should be following the reconnaissance team now. You can see him in the evening."
Gongshu Jin has been in workshops and agency rooms since he was a child. He knows nothing about weapons, let alone fighting with others. How could he be willing to associate with these people? I'm afraid it's because my life is in danger and it all depends on the other party's decision, so I have to do such risky things.
It's a pity that now they are like fish, and the other party is Daozu. Even if they are dissatisfied, they can only endure it.
At least Gong Shujin sounds fine, which is the only good thing among a lot of bad news.
After a while, Gong Shufeng felt that his vision gradually recovered a little, the "gauze" was receding, and the surrounding scenes came into his eyes bit by bit. Obviously, this place is not an ordinary house or inn. The ceiling above the head is uneven, just like a natural rock. The lighting comes from hanging oil lamps. The dim light can only barely reflect the outline of the surrounding stone walls.
He's not alone here either.
If he listened carefully, he could hear the weak breathing one after another, and the occasional short moan. Gong Shufeng turned his head, and from the corner of his eye, he saw several wooden beds beside him, with "injured patients" similar to his lying on them.
Yes, such an armed conflict cannot be without casualties. Even if the rebels are numerous, their flesh and blood cannot withstand sharp blades and crossbows.
"Where is this?" Gong Shufeng asked tentatively, looking at the speaker at the end of the bed.
"Cricket Cave."
The person taking care of him was a woman in her forties. Her voice had a strong local accent. Judging from her hazy appearance, she did not look like a descendant of a medical practitioner. Her stubby fingers were covered with black spots. Her brown cheeks are a characteristic of long-term farming, and her head and face are also wrapped in strange white cloth. She is more like an ordinary farm woman than a doctor.
Cricket Cave
Gongshu Feng thought about it carefully and couldn't find any corresponding place on the map.
Damn it, this must be a common name. Maybe only the locals call it that. It is undoubtedly a fool's errand to use it to determine one's position.
"Are there any towns or villages nearby?"
The other person shook his head.
"How far is it from Shenzhou?"
"I don't know." The woman spread her hands and said, "I rarely leave this place since I came here."
Gong Shufeng sighed softly, his limbs went limp. He had tried his best, and all that was left was to resign himself to fate.
"But" the woman suddenly said, "Shenzhou should be a good place. It would be great if I could live there."
There was a hint of hope in her tone.
This made Gong Shufeng stunned.
The Privy Council was unable to attack Shenzhou at all, so the border between Shenzhou and Liuzhou was theoretically not blocked. Since she thought Shenzhou was a good place, why not go there
Not a more important thing is
Why is she rebelling
Almost blurting out, Gong Shufeng asked this question softly.
The woman lowered her head and glanced at him, then asked, "Do you value your brother?"
Is she referring to Gong Shujin? After thinking about it for a while, Gong Shufeng nodded slowly. Although the two were not related by blood, they had been sent to the clan family since childhood, where they lived, ate, lived and studied together. With their complementary personalities, it could be said that they were not much different from brothers. "Of course I value him."
"Then if one day he was stabbed in the throat in public, hung like an animal under the roof beam, and then chopped with a knife into a human shape, wouldn't you be allowed to bury him?" the other party said in a low voice.
"I" Gong Shufeng was stunned for a moment. He had never considered such a problem at all, let alone imagined such a scene. As a disciple of the public loser, no matter how bad his skills were, he would not end up dead on the street.
"This is how my child died in the hands of the Privy Council." The woman looked at Gongshufeng again. This time, there seemed to be an emotion surging in her eyes. Although it had been suppressed, Gongshufeng actually had an emotion. Create the illusion that once it is released, it will sweep across the earth like a flood. "So I can't just walk away, I think someone has to die for this, and I want to see those people die."
"How can you call it a rebellion when you talk about blood debts being repaid with blood?" She said word by word, "Shouldn't this be a matter of course?"