A voice suddenly sounded, and Chu Qiao looked along the crowd, only to see a child who looked like a book boy speaking proudly. Not far away, a young man with a long body and a dark green python robe stood in front of the screen wall in the front garden with his back to the crowd, followed by four followers.
Zhu Shun was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly turned around, bent his waist under his crotch like a dog, nodded and bowed and said: "Your Majesty Yan, it's really a servant who doesn't listen to discipline, and he made you laugh at me."
"Is it important for you to discipline the subordinates, or my family's heir? Zhu Shun, I think you are out of your mind!"
Zhu Shun was shocked, knocked his head on the ground, and said hastily: "The young ones dare not, the young ones dare not, the young ones know their mistakes."
The little book boy snorted coldly: "You know you've made a mistake and you're still standing here?"
Hearing this, Zhu Shun stood up immediately, and ran towards Zhuge Huai's study as if his butt was on fire. The servants of Zhuge Mansion hurriedly stepped aside, and one of them said cautiously: "Please wait in the flower hall, Mr. Yan."
The young man in brocade robe nodded, turned around slowly, his eyes were as black as ink, his eyes swept away, and when he saw Chu Qiao, he narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he remembered something, and walked straight forward.
Chu Qiao's eyes were calm, and she took two steps back cautiously. Seeing her retreat, Yan Xun stood still, meditated for a while, and took out a white porcelain bottle from the sleeve pocket of his shirt, which was carved with patterns of orchid grass, which looked very delicate. The boy reached out and handed it over, nodded slightly, motioning for her to take it.
Chu Qiao looked Yan Xun up and down, the scene on the hunting ground that day flashed before her eyes again, she cautiously did not step forward.
Yan Xun was taken aback for a moment, then raised the corners of his mouth, smiled faintly, bent down and gently placed the porcelain vase on the ground, turned around and walked into the flower hall with his entourage.
"Uh..." A slight groan sounded from behind, and Xiao Qi saw Chu Qiao's face in a daze, her voice was as thin as a mosquito, and she cried with indescribable fear, "Sister Yue'er... Qi... Is Xiao Qi going to die?"
Chu Qiao squatted down and held the porcelain bottle tightly in her hand. Her small body was tense, and she looked towards the main house of Zhuge Mansion with gloomy eyes, and said slowly but firmly: "Xiaoqi, sister I assure you, you will be fine."
Chu Qiao ran back to the backyard of the handyman with Xiao Qi on her back, quickly entered the room, cleaned and bandaged her. Yan Xun's medicine is very easy to use, not only has the effect of stopping bleeding, but also has a slight anesthetic effect, Xiaoqi just groaned a few times and fell into a deep sleep.
Xiao Ba, who had been ill all the time, woke up and could barely get out of bed. The child was frightened a while ago, and after waking up, he didn't speak, just stared blankly at Chu Qiao busily boiling water to take care of Xiao Qi, like a fool.
As it was getting late, Chu Qiao wiped the sweat off her forehead, the wound on her shoulder was burning with pain. She leaned against the wall, listening to Xiao Qi's slight pain in her sleep, her heart seemed to be tightly held, and then she took it out decisively and threw it into the ice and snow. Closing her eyes, Lin Xi's face echoed in her mind again, the boy with a handsome face and a pure smile, the boy who kept saying that he would protect himself, the boy who was beaten to a bloody mess and could no longer recognize his head and face boy.
A line of clear tears flowed slowly from her closed eyes, spread over her pointed chin, and dripped on the coarse cloth shoes.
Suddenly, a panicked voice sounded outside the door, Chu Qiao opened the door in shock and went out, and saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl standing in the yard, when she saw Chu Qiao, it was as if she had seen a life-saving straw. He ran up and cried, "Yue'er, Zhi Xiang and your children from the Jing family were all taken away by the people sent by Housekeeper Zhu."
Chu Qiao frowned when she heard this, and said in a deep voice, "Abducted? When did it happen?"
"Leaving early in the morning, I only found Linxi and asked him to intercede with the fourth young master, but it has been a whole day and there is still no news, what should I do?"
"Did you say what you were going to do?"
Wiping her tears, the girl cried and said, "Yes, it is said that it was sent to the old man's other courtyard in another mansion."
"What?" Chu Qiao exclaimed, as if struck by a thunderbolt. The rumors about the old man's animal-like hobby that she heard from Linxi these days swept through her mind like a tornado. His face suddenly became white.
Xiao Ba stood at the door, and when she heard this, she came forward in a daze, and pulled Chu Qiao's clothes, with a small voice, like a wounded animal, asking over and over again: "Sister Yue'er, juice What about Sister Xiang and the others? Where did they go?"
Chu Qiao came to her senses, turned around and ran towards the door.
"Yue'er!" The girl called out from behind, but Chu Qiao didn't turn her head. An ominous premonition quickly filled her heart. Run forward as fast as you can, without daring to stop for a moment.
After passing by the Qingshan Courtyard, the stables, the back garden, and then the five-curved corridor leading to the front garden, at this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps, and Chu Qiao stopped cautiously.
"Sister Yue'er?" A small voice sounded behind her. Chu Qiao was stunned for a moment. She turned her head and saw Xiao Ba standing pitifully behind her in a loose blouse. She didn't even wear any shoes. He asked, "Sister Zhixiang, where did they go?"
Chu Qiao grabbed Xiao Ba, turned around and squatted among the flowers beside her. It was already winter, and the flowers had already withered. Fortunately, it was night, and the lights here were sparse, so it was hard to spot without looking carefully.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and four people were pushing a car over together, one person pushed, and three people supported it. The road Chu Qiao walked was already very remote, except for the cleaning servants, few people passed by. She dragged Xiao Ba to squat among the flowers, quietly waiting for these people to leave.
They came to a sudden stop in front of Chu Qiao and the two of them. Xiao Ba was obviously very frightened, his body was trembling a little, he held onto Chu Qiao's clothes tightly, not daring to move.
One of the men said harshly: "Brothers, let's take a break. After walking for such a long distance, I didn't take a break. At least let me smoke a pipe."
The others laughed and said, "Old Liu is addicted to cigarettes." As they spoke, they lit up and smoked happily.
Chu Qiao was worried, her brows were furrowed. The cold wind blows, and Xiao Ba's clothes are thin, and he trembles even more. Suddenly, the north wind picked up suddenly, flipping the straw mat on the car with a swipe. The straw mat turned a few times in mid-air, and fell to the ground with a thud. The yellow straw mat was dark red, and it was full It's dark red blood.
Chu Qiao and Xiao Ba looked at the car together, suddenly as if struck by lightning, Chu Qiao stretched out her hand and tightly covered Xiao Ba's mouth!
The moon pierced through the clouds, casting pale moonlight down, and one could see that on the small cart, there were layers upon layers of young corpses of children, like a pile of lifeless cabbages and radishes. Juxiang's dry and skinny corpse was naked, covered with bruises, his eyes were wide open, and the corners of his eyes were covered with black blood clots. on top.
Chu Qiao tightly covered Xiao Ba's mouth, holding her tightly with the other hand. The child seemed to be crazy, desperately trying to push her away and rush out. Big drops of hot tears fell and fell on Chu Qiao's arm. She bit her teeth mercilessly, and blood spilled out along Chu Qiao's white skin. Slowly flowing down his wrist, dripping into the pitch-black soil. The moonlight shines on the two of them through the sparse flower trees, the light and shadow are mottled, as pale as frost.
I don't know how long it took, the cart gradually went away, and there was a dead silence all around. Chu Qiao slowly let go of her hand, her palm turned up, dripping with blood. Xiao Ba seems to have been stupid, and he can't speak in a daze. Chu Qiao stretched out her hand and patted the child's face, her voice was hoarse, and she called her name softly like a ghost crying.
The cold wind is bleak, the dead trees are whirling, and the night is completely silent. The noise of silk and bamboo in the former garden master's mansion seems to be slowly coming from another world.
"Kill them..." the six-year-old murmured suddenly with eyes wide open, "go... go... kill them!"
The child's eyes were red, and she was rummaging around, as if looking for something, when suddenly she grabbed a stone from the flowers, stood up and was about to rush out. With quick hands and quick eyes, Chu Qiao grabbed the child and hugged her tightly in her arms.
"Kill them! Kill them!" The child couldn't help hissing anymore, his little face was full of crazy hatred and despair, tears were streaming down his face, and he was on the verge of collapse.
Chu Qiao's heart ached like a knife, and she hugged the crazy child in her arms tightly, tears finally pouring down her eyes.
These beasts, these wild beasts, these scumbags whose 10,000 deaths are not enough to wash away their sins.
She had never hated like this, never wanted to kill someone like this, the overwhelming hatred seemed to sweep her whole body. She hates so much, hates the cruelty of those people, hates this evil world, hates her own weakness, hates her own powerlessness, hates herself that she can only watch but can't do anything.
The crying of the child in her arms was like a knife, gouging out her heart and lungs one by one. If she had a submachine gun in her hand at this moment, she would definitely rush into the former master's mansion without hesitation and kill all those scumbags. die.
Too bad she didn't, she didn't have anything. No money, no influence, no background, no good skills, no sophisticated weapons, she is just a ghost from another world trapped in Jing Yue'er's small body, although she has knowledge and minds thousands of years beyond this era , but at this moment, I can only squat in the flowers and hide carefully, I don't even have the courage to see them for the last time.
Chu Qiao raised her head slowly, the cold moonlight shone on her face, she swore to herself secretly, only this time, she would never do it again, she would never live like this again with nothing, never again like this Survive defenseless, never again!
The cold moon is like water, in the huge Zhuge mansion, two weak low-level slaves are squatting among the flowers in the back garden, like two cowering puppies, clinging to each other tightly, their hearts are churning, but they are enough to destroy the world hatred.
It was already late at night when I returned to the backyard of the handyman, and before I entered the courtyard door, I found that the door was wide open. Chu Qiao felt a chill in her heart, let go of Xiao Ba's hand and ran in quickly.
The room was in a mess, the quilt on the kang was covered with blood, and there were many adult footprints on the ground, but there was no sign of Xiao Qi.
"Yue'er, you are back!" The girl from before suddenly got out from under the firewood pile in the corner.
Chu Qiao hurried forward, grabbed her, and asked in a deep voice, "Where is Xiao Qi? Where did Xiao Qi go?"
The girl cried and said: "Housekeeper Zhu brought someone here and said that Xiao Qi had broken his hand and could no longer work. He asked someone to carry Xiao Qi and said that he was going to throw him into Ting Lake to feed the crocodiles."