Immediately, she felt that something was wrong, the ground returned to silence after just such a sway, and the houses on all sides were safe as before. Her ears were pressed against the ground, and at this time, she faintly heard cries and screams, coming from the ground!
At this moment, Feng Zhiwei's heart was like thunder rolling over, and she understood everything in an instant! The underground secret room was bombed!
All kinds of thoughts flashed, and then she wanted to leave first regardless of everything, and it is not appropriate to stay in the right and wrong place at this moment, but before she moved, Shao Ning suddenly shouted: "What's going on? Who!"
As she shouted, figures suddenly appeared all around, also a group of men in black, all wearing stiff masks and holding various weapons, silently surrounded the group of people brought by Shao Ning.
The two sides looked at each other, Feng Zhiwei thought it was necessary to say hello and say a few words, but who knew that there was a clang and a flash of sword light, and a man in black from Shaoning had already fallen silently. Then the men in black fought fiercely together, those later men in black not only didn't say hello at all, but also recruited killers, looking deadly, looking at them, they were more determined and ruthless than Shao Ning's men in killing beggars.
Shao Ning was protected in the middle, several men saw that the other party was coming in a crowd and prepared, and desperately pulled her rein to protect her from going first, Shao Ning struggled on the horse, turned around desperately and screamed in a low voice: "No! I You want to take me away..." One of the subordinates shouted: "You have to take care of your own life first!" He stabbed Shao Ning's horse's buttocks hard, and the horse neighed in pain, and it flew over three feet when it lifted its legs , passed the fiercely fighting crowd, and the red horse flashed in the light of feasting, drinking, green smoke in the distance, and had already rushed out of the encirclement. Shao Ning's loyal warriors yelled, and they all rushed forward. After that, the two sides fought again, and the red horse was black Ying Chang's hair was pulled by the wind, and it was already flying far away on the other side of the street like a banner.
Crowds were fighting in the dark alley, the thick blood splashed continuously, Feng Zhiwei hurriedly tried to slip away when he was in the melee, but suddenly felt his waist tightened, and his body was already being pulled by someone.
She turned her head in shock, only to realize that at some point there had been a cave-in behind the tank, a pot-like hole sunk in the ground, half of a person's body protruded from the hole filled with gray smoke, his face was covered in blood and dust, He was holding on to her skirt with a pair of bloody hands, while desperately handing over a bundle.
Under the starlight, Feng Zhiwei's eyes fell on the burden, and she jumped suddenly—it was a newborn baby!
Looking at the bloodstained woman looking at her pleadingly again, it is Yin'er!
"Please... please..." Yin'er didn't recognize who she was, she just thought she was a beggar in the alley, with a glimmer of hope in her eyes, she struggled to put the child into her hand, and handed it tremblingly With a kit in hand, "Send him to the Imperial Temple...the Imperial Temple...he has money..."
Feng Zhiwei looked down at her, and the woman's eyes were about to lose sight. It was obvious that the explosion just now happened in that tunnel, and someone acted ruthlessly, taking advantage of the most chaotic and unprepared moment, to blow up Concubine Qing. How can pregnant women, newborn babies, and people huddled together withstand the bombing
Who this person is, no one knows.
Wushuang Chengfu, amazing patience, has always been his specialty. It is ridiculous that she is still worried that he does not know that the emperor's temple hides the prince, but he has already planned everything in his heart. She is not in a hurry to scare the snake, just wait until the moment when she is the weakest, and kill the grass and roots!
Explode the secret room inside, expel Shaoning outside, he is the master here!
Yin'er's hand was still in the air, she looked up at her with a sad and desolate look, Feng Zhiwei looked at that look, and suddenly remembered her loneliest and most desolate moment that year, when she knocked on the door of Lanxiangyuan and begged for help. The boy, who was about to be expelled after being scolded by the mother, was Yin'er who suddenly appeared, put his hand on the shoulder of the mother, looked at her with a smile, and said softly: "Mom, our yard, Isn't there a lack of a servant?"
Without Yin'er's help, she couldn't stay in Lanxiang, and she might not be able to meet Xin Ziyan, get the token of Tian Huangshi, and finally use the power of Qingming to leap over Longmen, which is still famous today.
And during the few months in Lanxiangyuan, Yin'er took care of her sincerely, and gave her the care and warmth of ordinary people that she had never received in nineteen years.
Four years in a flash, four years later, the fingertips she handed over will lose the warmth of life. Those ten fingers are as slender as jade, stained with exquisite blood beads, and they are no longer as warm and soft as before. The fingers on Mammy's shoulders were as bright red as blood.
Feng Zhiwei closed her eyes.
Some things, conflicts and hesitation trying to avoid, go round and round but the result is still the same... Is it God's will
The fingertips resting on her arm gradually gave out the final convulsions, Yin'er breathed heavily, and a pair of astigmatism pupils stared closely at her.
Feng Zhiwei opened her eyes and stretched out her hand.
She took the child calmly.
There was joy in Yin'er's eyes, which brightened for a moment, and then disappeared. Feng Zhiwei bent down, and heard her voice as thin as a gossamer floating in her throat.
"Master... I repaid your... um..."
Feng Zhiwei gently caressed her face, watched the woman close her eyelashes with a smile, and then lowered her head to look at the child. The little baby seemed to have cried and howled in the ground before, and now she was extremely tired and fell asleep. Tears hung down, mixed with blood and dust, and a small face was very dirty and embarrassed.
Feng Zhiwei lowered his head and gently wiped away the dust with his fingers, sighing in his heart.
My child, I really have to cry when I come to this world, life is so hard, there is no end to it.
She hugged the child tightly, and thought about it in her heart. Naturally, she would not send the child to the imperial temple. Her plan was to send the child far away from Beijing, to the grassland far away from the emperor, and let the child live in Hebei. Under Lian Zheng's wings, be a happy herdsman who will never know his true life experience!
The plan was made, and the fighting situation in front seemed to be calming down gradually. She quietly straightened up from behind the tank, preparing to escape silently while the night and dust filled the air.
However, her half-straight waist suddenly stopped.
Then she turned her head slowly, and looked at the end of the alley where there was no one in that strange half-bent posture.