As long as Mrs. Zhao and Madam Wei come back from work, everything will slowly get better - Geng Shu thought so in his sleep, and tried his best to get the word "retribution" out of his mind.
After all, on the day he left his first home in Liang Guo, he set fire to the house of the butcher's house next door, and watched the house burn as revenge for the thief desecrating his mother's body.
He twitched restlessly in his sleep, and when an anxious shout came from outside the house, Mrs. Zhao's half-length blue brocade was covered with purple-black blood, and she slammed open the door.
"Heng'er!"
Geng Shu opened her eyes instantly, and Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but come forward, knelt on the ground, and looked at Jiang Heng anxiously.
"Mother? Mother!" After Jiang Heng was awakened, he thought that he was in a dream, and when he was a little awake, the bloody smell on his mother's body and the cold face finally reminded him that this was not a dream.
"Reincarnation Paradise"
Mrs. Zhao was trembling all over, blood on Jiang Heng's body, and she said in a trembling voice, "Thank God, the ancestors of the Jiang family bless you... Heng'er... Heng'er..."
Mrs. Zhao opened her mouth slightly, her hair was messy, and her face was stained with dirt and blood. Jiang Heng had never seen her so flustered, and subconsciously hugged her mother's neck, and burst into tears with a "wow".
"Mother! You're not hurt are you!"
"Heng'er..."
The soldiers finally found out that the county magistrate was dead, and they came in with a big shout. The room was accompanied by the cries of mother and son embracing each other, and the soldiers shouting to the magistrate, and the cold air surged in an instant. Entering, Jiang Heng's whole body trembled.
Geng Shu finally breathed a sigh of relief, got up slowly, came to the patio outside the house, turned around and closed the door.
In the patio stood a tall and thin man, covering half of his face with a black cloth, standing like a tree, showing his eyes, looking at Geng Shu, his thick eyebrows and big eyes seemed to be smiling at him.
Geng Shu recognized that this person was the assassin who came to Jiang's house a few days ago and persuaded Mrs. Zhao to assassinate the commander of the enemy army.
"What are you looking at?" Geng Shu said coldly.
"Look at Geng Yuan. You look a lot like him, printed in the same mold." The tall assassin's tone was very polite, as if through Geng Shu, he saw another person, another time.
Instead, Geng Shu didn't know what to say.
"What's your name?" Geng Shu said again.
"Xiangzhou." The masked man took off his kerchief, revealing his full face, with a seal script "abandoned" tattooed on his left face.
Xiang Zhou is much younger than Geng Shu imagined. Since he knew his father, Geng Yuan, Geng Shu thought he would not be too young, but he did not expect that this man had fair complexion, handsome face, dark eyebrows, bright eyes, and lips. Ruddy, with a face like jade and a body like bamboo, he is really a modest gentleman.
After Xiang Zhou let Geng Shu see his appearance, he put on the mask again, as if it was a tacit greeting courtesy of some kind of organization, and Geng Shu was naturally accepted.
Geng Shu looked at him suspiciously, and moved his gaze to the small string of dark beads on his wrist. The beads were only the size of a gardenia, but each bead was engraved with a person's name. It was on Xiangzhou's wrist. Around three times.
Geng Shu walked to the well and sat down, looked sideways at the ancestral hall, and said, "Have you gone to assassinate Ying Shuai Mixia?"
"Well." Xiang Zhou followed Geng Shu's line of sight into his eyes, Jiang Heng's crying had stopped, and there was a slight chatter.
"Where's Granny Wei?" Geng Shu suddenly felt a little uneasy.
"Dead." Xiang Zhou said confidently.
A little earlier:
When Xiang Zhou drove a carriage, carrying the head of Mi Xia, the commander of the Ying Kingdom, and returned to the gate of Jiang's house with Mrs. Zhao, Mrs. Zhao nearly lost her eyes and fainted on the spot.
In front of him was the smoke billowing and charred ruins. Mrs. Zhao stood outside the house for a long time, then returned to the car without saying a word, and pulled out her Tianyue Sword.
Xiang Zhou immediately stopped him and said, "Find someone first! Kill the children if you can't find them, ma'am!"
With Mrs. Zhao's temperament, she could not say that she would slaughter the entire city of Xundong. Xiang Zhou tried to persuade him to stop. , Xiangzhou didn't even bother to go up the hill, and rushed to inform Jiang Zhao.
She just held the sword and stood quietly outside her house that was burned down. When she heard the news from Xiangzhou, she put the sword back into its sheath. That way of focusing on her life's cultivation was like an unwilling dragon roar in the wind and snow. , the sound is transmitted for hundreds of miles.
Fortunately, Jiang Heng survived this catastrophe, and the people of Xundong also saved their lives because he was safe, otherwise there would be another massacre by Jiang Zhao.
Half an hour later, Jiang Heng managed to stop the tears, and when he saw the body of Wei Wei lying on the scooter, he burst into tears again.
Sitting in front of the car, Xiang Zhou sewed an incision on the abdomen for the elderly Wei Wei, and the knife that Jiang Zhao blocked before she died slashed through her ribs.
"Don't cry!" Mrs. Zhao sat on the side drinking ginger tea, and returned to her usual appearance, frowning, "I'm so annoying!"
Jiang Heng hugged Granny Wei's icy arm and pressed her wrinkled palm to his face, remembering the memories of Granny Wei treating him from childhood to adulthood, and crying so hard.
"Who can't die?" Mrs. Zhao returned to her usual tone, "Those who practice martial arts will eventually end up like this. Reading and reading, Lao Zhuang didn't teach you how to detect life and death?! !"
Geng Shu held Granny Wei's other hand, trembling and choking, until Xiang Zhou dealt with the body and said, "It's sewn."
"Burn it," Mrs. Zhao replied stiffly. "After burning, take the ashes with you and send them home."
"Mother, we don't have a home anymore." Jiang Heng choked, "Mother Wei is dead, what should I do?"
"Let Xiangzhou be sent back to Wei's house." Mrs. Zhao looked at Geng Shu holding the torch, stepped forward, and lit the firewood under Wei Wei's body behind the shrine.
The fire ignited, Geng Shu stood in a row with Jiang Heng and Xiang Zhou, and Mrs. Zhao said coldly, "Kowtow!"
Jiang Heng cried bitterly, and after being reminded, knelt down with Geng Shu and kowtowed to the cremated corpse of Wei Wei.
The Xundong County city defense officer led a group of Lizheng to come, each standing. The county officials were killed in battle, and Zheng Guo did not send new local officials. The reinforcements were still on the way, and the city was temporarily led by the city defense officials.
"Mrs. Zhao," the city defense officer said respectfully, "there are hundreds of thousands of people in Xundong, thank you for your kindness. I have heard that the Jiang family was burned. I will also ask for your instructions."
Mrs. Zhao turned around from the front of the flames, and saw the people crowded around, dragging their families with their mouths, and kneeling to her to thank her for saving their lives. From the outside of the Xuanwu Temple to the halfway up the mountain, there were nearly 20,000 people kneeling, and the darkness was overwhelming.
Jiang Heng looked at his mother, wondering if he should say something. Mrs. Zhao looked at all beings indifferently, and did not say a word for a long time. When the city defense officer said, "We are temporarily cleaning a mansion in the east of the city, why don't you ask your wife to move..."
"I'm going out of the city to assassinate Mi Xia for you." Mrs. Zhao interrupted the city defense officer mercilessly, with a chill in her words. The air is hidden.
"You burned my house and robbed my child!" Mrs. Zhao grabbed Jiang Heng suddenly, pushed him in front of her, so that the people could see clearly, and shouted angrily, "A bunch of ungrateful people! My Jiang family is only two children. Shameless people just covet family wealth, and they don't even let go of their two children!"
The city defense officer immediately said: "Mrs. Zhao, please calm down. Human nature is mixed, and there are also people in the city..."
Mrs. Zhao suddenly took a half step forward, everyone was shocked, but the city defense officer remained calm and did not step back.
"I only regret saving your lives now," Mrs. Zhao gritted her teeth and said, "If I had known, I should have let the Ying army enter the city, burn down your shelter, rape your wives and children! Let you taste your wives and children! The taste of scattered ions and ruined homes!"
In an instant, Geng Shu caught a glimpse of several figures hiding behind the ancestral tree.
Jiang Heng was still immersed in the death of Wei Wei, and could not stop crying bitterly, but Mrs. Zhao was about to fight, and Jiang Heng had to endure it.
The city defense officer said frankly: "Mrs. Zhao is so kind and virtuous that she can't repay it. It's hard to blame for this matter. If you can save your life today, please take your life, what's the harm?"
Mrs. Zhao snorted contemptuously, and finally said: "Go away, go away, sooner or later you will get the retribution you deserve, all of you will remember the day that this city will be washed with blood sooner or later."
Jiang Heng was used to listening to his mother's resentful words, so he wasn't surprised. He just kept shaking Mrs. Zhao's hand and patted her back, trying to make her stop being angry. The city defense officer couldn't step down for a while, so he had to let Mrs. Zhao calm down.
After the crowd dispersed, Xiangzhou began to organize things. The people learned that Jiang's house had been burned to the ground, and they sent money and food in succession.
Mrs. Zhao said contemptuously: "I have thrown everything away, let's go."
Xiang Zhou glanced at Mrs. Zhao, Jiang Heng took a candy from the car, and Mrs. Zhao tried to slap him, so Jiang Heng had to put it down quickly.
Xiangzhou threw the food, money and clothing brought by the people on the roadside. Mrs. Zhao again instructed Jiang Heng: "Take off your clothes and throw them out of the car."
Jiang Heng did not dare to disobey his mother, and did everything as he did. Mrs. Zhao still let him wear the tattered single coat. Xiang Zhou took off his robe, wrapped Jiang Heng, and escorted the mother and son to the carriage.
"Where's Geng Shu?" Jiang Heng saw that Geng Shu had just left, and he didn't know where he went.
"Let's go first." Mrs. Zhao ordered.
Jiang Heng immediately said, "Wait for him! If he doesn't leave, neither will I!"
Mrs. Zhao said angrily: "He was sent by me to work, if you don't leave, just stay with me!"
Xiangzhou said, "He will come back soon. Listen to your mother, Heng'er."
Jiang Heng got into the carriage, Xiang Zhou was sitting in front of the carriage, and the carriage suddenly stopped halfway up the mountain. Geng Shu's voice came from outside. Jiang Heng was about to pull the curtain of the car, but Mrs. Zhao stopped him.
"Have you found it?" Mrs. Zhao asked.
"Well." Geng Shu said.
Mrs. Zhao instructed in the car: "Swipe a few more strokes, when the strokes are full, sprinkle honey candy, and throw them at the foot of the mountain."
"What?" Jiang Heng asked.
It was quiet outside, no sound was heard.
"It's nothing." Geng Shu replied from outside the car, "You go first, I'll follow in a while."
Jiang Heng felt relieved when he heard what Geng Shu said. Xiang Zhou shook the reins again and drove down the mountain.
Geng Shu stood in the grass at half a person's height, facing the three mobs who had their hands and feet cut off, cloth towels stuck in their mouths, and moaning at the end of their lives. The three people were hanging from the tree.
The carriage went on for a while, and the sound of footsteps approached outside, and Geng Shu flew up in front of the carriage.
"Is that you?" Jiang Heng said.
"Well," Geng Shu replied with a little ease in his tone, "I'm back."
Xiangzhou handed Wei Po's ashes to him and let him hold it.
Jiang Heng was just wanting him to come in, but Mrs. Zhao closed her eyes and said with a frown, "Can't you be calm?"
"On weekdays, I thought about going out every day," said Mrs. Zhao. "Now that your wish has been fulfilled, the house is burnt down, and your wife is also dead, so why don't you hurry up and cheer?"
Jiang Heng remembered Granny Wei and wanted to cry again, but Mrs. Zhao said indifferently: "I will die someday, and you are going out with the escape child for the festival, so don't come back."
When Jiang Heng was told this, he felt so uncomfortable that he died.
Outside the carriage, Geng Shu asked Xiangzhou, "Where are we going now?"
"I don't know," Xiang Zhou replied, "Listen to Madam's orders."
After asking and answering, the atmosphere was timely diluted. Jiang Heng looked at his mother with a very sad expression.
Mrs. Zhao was silent for a long time, unable to catch her breath, she tried her best to swallow the sweet blood in her throat.
"Luoyang."