To be honest, Cui Zhiyuan has also heard the rumors that the Taiping thieves are good at coercing and driving the people, and they always live together regardless of the gender, and often cause them to gather in chaos; he also does not dare to expect too many other things, as long as he can It's good to find the whole people back; for people who have suffered from chaos and suffering, they have the greatest hope if they are still alive.
But behind the curtain, there is no unbearable scene he imagined, only some simple and relatively clean furnishings; instead, he missed a purely dressed hibiscus, feeding a person lying on a bed. The person's pale face and withered description still made Cui Zhiyuan recognized instantly.
Isn't that Shen Sanniang who was supposed to have been killed, who is it? At this moment, Cui Zhiyuan was full of mixed feelings, but he didn't know what to say. However, the next moment Furong'er, who was sitting on Jizi, turned around in shock, then put down the soup bowl in her hand and cried out with joy:
"Blessed Bodhisattva, it is Cui Lang, lady, it is Cui Lang who came to see you..."
"I said that the kind-hearted people will be rewarded, and the sky is pitiful. I sincerely prayed to the Bodhisattva all night..."
"Now that the lady is still alive, and Cui Langjun is fine, doesn't this mean God opened his eyes..."
The young singer named Furong said incoherently, but she couldn't bear the tears. The woman lying on the sickbed also slowly raised her hand, stroking Furong's tear-filled face, and said with a hard voice that seemed to have been polished by gravel:
"Mo... cry... live... live... just... good..."
At this moment, Cui Zhiyuan could not bear it anymore, regardless of stepping forward, holding the woman's lightly light hand with almost no weight; then he noticed that she was already mixed with gray hair after a night of dramatic changes, and choked Shouted:
"Sanniang, I am here,"
"Is it really Cui Lang? Slave... Slave, but he couldn't see clearly..."
The woman was also crying with joy, but she was struggling to find his vague position with dizzy eyes: Then Cui Zhiyuan took his hand and pressed it on her face emotionally:
"I'm here, I won't go anywhere, and I will never leave you again..."
"So, it's still those peaceful thieves... Jun, let Sanniang get back a life?"
Next, Cui Zhiyuan learned some of the reasons why Shen Sanniang was able to survive in Furonger's intermittent remarks. After a day of raging insurgents, she was so bruised and angry that she was put on her shoulders as a capture and wanted to be carried elsewhere; however, halfway through the way, she met the Taiping troops who had attacked and was abandoned midway. Ruowei left on the side of the road.
However, the people who collected their bodies along the way found that she had been beaten and frozen all night, and turned into bruise, she was still breathing in another place. As a result, someone cleaned her body. After taking a few mouthfuls of sugar porridge, the body that had become colder and stiffer came back slowly.
Then there was a soldier of peace who was also a woman, who came to question and interrogate her origin; there was also some sympathy and relief for her experience. It's just that Sanniang came from another branch of Wu Xing Shen's family in his early years. The experience of falling into the dust because of his family was copied, but it was also a bit of surprise.
Then, the people in these military camps improved her treatment. Not only did they provide medications and food supplies with obvious priority, but they also moved from the large rooms for temporary indwelling and observation to this relatively secluded utility room. Stay alone; even at the end of her tentative request, Furong'er, who was stranded in the city, was also found to take care of her.
"Could it be that Wu Xing Shen, who still has a respectable person in the world, or is in Taiping... the military is in the important relationship?"
Upon hearing this, Cui Zhiyuan couldn't help but sighed with mixed feelings:
"If it weren't, it would be a blessing in the misfortune at the moment."
"But it was what Lang Jun said. Although there is no category, but it is not far away..."
But Furong'er smiled a little with tears:
"What is the situation and relationship?"
Cui Zhiyuan couldn't help being surprised:
"I heard from the private words of those who gave things, that in the back home of the Taiping Army lord, there was a daughter of the Shen family who had fallen into the family..."
When Furong said this, she couldn't help but lowered her voice expectantly:
"This is really,"
Cui Zhiyuan, who is full of bizarre thoughts, is dumb, but his mind flashes: Is it possible that this woman who knows and confuses in front of her will eventually get involved in some kind of relationship like a relative? Could it be possible that I could come over and find Furong'er, but was affected by this Sanniang
"Furong'er... Shen... Yan, this matter... not yet... accurate..."
Sanniang on the sick bed tried her best to stop saying:
Since she was young and newly married to someone else's wife, she was taken into the dust by Zhu Lian's husband's family, and became a gimmick for many people's relatives Fangze; then she came out of the torture and frustration of desperate death, and became a momentary leader of beauty. I have seen and tasted the many joys and sorrows in this world over the years, and I don't want to have more unrealistic extravagant hopes.
Whether Wu Xing, the Shen family, who has fallen and disintegrated, or the husband's Kuaiji Gu family, who was also declining in the past, has become a very distant matter. She is also unwilling to accept unwarranted benefits and goodwill, because it also means that there will be greater costs and rewards in the future; as the saying goes, the higher the expectation, the greater the loss and frustration. .
However, in the next moment, before Cui Zhiyuan could continue to comfort her, he heard someone yelling outside again:
"Is that Shilla Cui Zhiyuan here?"
"It's underneath..."
Cui Zhiyuan couldn't help being surprised when he heard the sound, and got up to greet him. I saw Wang Yanfu, the military officer in charge of guarding him, already giving way respectfully, while a thick-haired, short-bearded and broad-faced Jiangmen stood with his back in the middle, and looked at him interestingly:
"Cui Zhiyuan? According to the General Order of the General Governor's Mansion, there is no other use for on-site requisition!"
"This, again?..."
Hearing these words, Cui Zhiyuan replied somewhat surprised and blankly:
However, in the next moment, his self-defeating whole body relaxes. Now that he has written praises of merit for Lu Yongzhi, Zhuge Yin and his like, why should he care now to write a new tribute to the so-called Taiping army? The so-called popularity and reputation of taxis, under the fierceness of the swordsmen who have been tossed in this troubled time, are nothing but morning dew, morning mist, and dreamy things.
Although on this day, Cui Zhiyuan only felt that his life was extraordinarily absurd, as if he were in a dream. However, for Yang Xingyun and others who were trapped in the sub-city, this was an extremely difficult and tormenting day.
Although the thief army occupying the Outer Guocheng has stopped its offensive and temporarily formed a situation where the north and the south face off across the inner wall of the sub-city, the problems faced by Yang Xingmin have not decreased, but have greatly increased and spread as a result.
First of all, although his old brothers who have been following him for many years, Tian Wei, Zhu Yanshou and others who are regarded as right-hand men, have mostly retreated into the sub-city with their own men and horses; but he has always been close and trusted by the new and cutting-edge subordinates, such as Liu Cun, Wang Tan, Li You, Qu Zhang, Zhang Hao and others are trapped in the Outer Guocheng for unclear life and death, which makes him lose control of the situation in disguise.
Therefore, his army, originally known as 50,000 horses, has now shrunk rapidly during the war in the city, leaving only more than 10,000 people including his Yaqian soldiers and pro-subordinates. In addition, the marching commander Shi Yankeqiu, Sima Dai Yougui, and the judge Zhou Yin, who served as the head of his bureaucratic team, are still in the outer city, which is another potential hazard.
Moreover, although he was prepared to store a lot of food and equipment in the sub-city for long-term needs because of his previous preparations, a report from the city's defenders immediately made him very nervous. Someone discovered that the water level of the ditches in the sub-city was slowly decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When he visited the site in person, some of the lower parts of the ditches had dried up, leaving only shallow mud and residual ice inside, which was very bad. Zicheng is located in the upper part of Yangzhou city with Shugang as the center. It is called the city government because of the concentration of various government offices. Later, the city of Yacheng was built on the basis of the Metropolitan Government for the benefit of double defense.
However, the advantages of this convenient defensive terrain will be obvious once the water source is cut off. Humans and animals have to drink water. Although there are still a few wells on Shugang, they are the old arty textual research "Tea Classics" specially designed for the seasons, and the spring water specially dug out is used to supply these people nowadays. Some drop in the bucket.
What's more, even if he endures hunger, patience, and thirst, he wants to die with the city, but among those under his command, how many people are willing to continue to share adversity? Under the current situation, I am afraid that as the news of the water supply will be cut off in the future, it will inevitably be shaken and panicked.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a little empathetic to the mentality of being trapped in the sub-city by Bi Shiduo and others in the same night.
"Come here, send an envoy to the city for me..."
Yang Xingyuan still made that decision somewhat difficult.
—I am the dividing line —
Thousands of miles away in the snow and wind in Kansai, Prime Minister Zheng Qi is also watching, with countless soldiers clinging to it and attacking Xiaoguan, shrouded in fireworks; and with the flickering smoke from the city. In the midst of the flames, the Han soldiers fell like fallen leaves.
But I can’t help but think about the past; (end of this chapter)