Chapter 70

Eight years ago.

The moon shone brightly and the wind raging.

There is heavy snow today. It just stopped. The whole world is like being milled by the white snow, covered with thick and cold snow.

There is no village in front of here, and there is no land behind. In the white snow that can't be seen at a glance, there is a building.

This is a ruined temple. I don't know how many years have passed. The brick walls have already collapsed. The dusty windows are covered with cobwebs, shaking in the cold winter wind. Through the window, you can see the dim fire flickering in the temple.

Accompanied by the shaking firelight, a long sigh came from the room, which seemed to be a little bleaker than the snowy night in the northwest.

Then a woman advised, "Master, I'll leave Qingshan with you, I'm not afraid that there is no firewood. "

The man replied, "what I'm afraid of is that I can't even safe in Qingshan. I think I have been loyal to the country all of my life, but now I have been victimized by the traitors, and I am reduced to this point. Although the sentence is exile, Chen Wuyong's mind does not necessarily allow him to let me go. He will send someone to take my life. I'm not afraid to die, I'm afraid to involve all of you."

"Let's calm down first. Although Chen Wuyong is lawless, the master is a prince's subordinate. He should not dare to take your life. Now we are exiled in Liaodong. If we are pardoned, we can return to Beijing in a few years, the situation will not be worse then it is now. Now the government is dark, the crafty is in charge and loyal officials are wronged. The capital has become a place of right and wrong. This exile may not be blessed by misfortune. "

"I know all that you said, but you follow me and you are wronged. "

"What did the master say that? I'm your wife, and I deserve to share all of your hardships. "

The man sighed again and said, "I've known Sun Congrui for more than 20 years. It is chilling to think that this time he cheated me to protect himself."

The woman then comforted and said, "it's just that knowing people, knowing faces and not knowing hearts. Besides, Sun Congrui is your best friend, and this may not be what he did. Maybe someone else said bad things to Chen Wuyong?"

"I only said those words to Sun Congrui. Later, Chen Wuyong repeated them in front of me. It can be seen that it should not be someone else. When you and I are in prison, the prince, who is guarded by Chen Wuyong, can still come to see me in every way. If Sun Congrui treats me sincerely, how can he not see me? "

The two sighing.

At this time, a male voice interrupted them, "what is the noise. It's such a cold day! "

The men and women no longer spoke. The room was quiet for a while. After a while, the gentle murmur of the woman came out. The voice was clear and soft, like singing or sighing. It was like a quiet flowing stream. It was quiet and safe, leading people to dream.

——She is coaxing the children to sleep.

The girl in her arms is wide open and sleepless.

At this time, they are surrounded by a bonfire. The firelight shines on the mottled wall. Some inscriptions on the wall are already unclear. The strokes are bold and strange. They look like ghost symbols in the dark firelight.

The Buddha statue in the lobby is made of clay, with one arm missing and one skin peeling off. It looks ferocious. It's not like a Buddha, it's more like a Yama.

The girl couldn't help shivering.

She’s not scared, she’s frozen.

Even if they light a bonfire, the heat will soon be dissipated by the cold wind running into the room. She was only wearing two layers of clothes, the same thin prison clothes on the outside of the thin inner clothes. Before, there was her father's that hand over winter clothing, but unfortunately, it has been confiscated by the guard.

There are four of them. They wear thick cotton-padded clothes and lean back together. From time to time, they curse the weather.

In the winter, when escorting prisoners to the border, they could not catch up with the heavy snow and wind, and could not find a post station, so they could only hide in this ruined temple and suffer. This is worse job.

There were four of them to be escorted, a couple and a couple of children. The girl was eleven or twelve years old, the boy was two or three years younger. The two children suffered with their parents. Their faces were haggard all the way. The flesh on their faces disappeared, and their eyes were unusually large.

At this time, the boy in his family was being hugged by his father. He was also shivering with cold and could not sleep.

A few of them were so boring that they looked at prisoners again. The woman has some beauty. Although the child in her arms describes as embarrassment, she has exquisite features, beautiful and refined. The guard touched their chin and exchanged eyes with each other, then they knew their thoughts and smiled at each other.

In the wild, the other side is a prisoner. They think it will be OK to play once or twice.

But whether to play the big one or the small one first, there are differences between them. Finally, because the little girl didn't wear shackles, everyone agreed to try her first.

Several eyes stopped on the shivering little girl at the same time.

Although the girl didn't understand their intention, their eyes made her extremely uncomfortable and even upset her stomach.

The two men came up and dragged the girl out of her mother's arms and into a corner. The other guard kept the other prisoners from moving.

The room was filled with men's roars, women's cries, girls' screams of panic, boys' bewildered wails, and the rude language of the excited guard.

The girl desperately grabbed the clothes, but the prison clothes were still picked down. A man put his hand into her clothes. As soon as he touched her waist, he cried excitedly. His other hand is controlling the girl to keep her from moving. The other hand is pulling her inner garment. Before the clothes are pulled away, he can't wait to lie down behind the girl's neck and bite her.

She cried to the core.

Just then, with a bang, the simple wooden door was suddenly kicked open. Several figures jumped in and saw several people in front of the Buddha statue. They raised their swords and cut them.

The room was in a mess.

Suddenly, her hands stopped, and the girl recovered from her extreme fear and saw her father in chains running towards her not far away.

But before he could run to her, he was cut down by the man in black behind him.

Her Mother also has fallen into a pool of blood.

The guard is scurrying, without any resistance.

Her younger brother was crying and drilling at random. And one man in black cut him twice. At this time, another man in black surrounded him.

The boy knew that he could not escape. The last sentence he shouted before he died was, "run, sister! "

The girl finally reacted. She wants to run.

But where to run?

At this time, the people in black are coming here to kill them. The girl didn't have time to think about it. She ran to the nearest window and turned it over. Fortunately, the window is not high. It's not too hard for her to turn it over.

Then, she runs in the snow.

But how can a little girl run past a group of killers? She was soon overtaken.

She thought she was going to die, but for a moment she felt her feet empty. Then she fell a snow slope and rolled down it. Before it rolled to the end, a large area of ​​snow on the snow slope collapsed and dislocated, slipping down to bury her.

Several people in black came down to dig out the girl and stabbed her in the snow sometimes. Looking for her. A signal suddenly came from not far away, and several people hurried back to the broken temple.

When the girl struggled out of the snow, the people in black had no time to care about it. She squatted on the snow, her body was as cold as falling into an ice cave, even colder than the dark winter night. It was her heart.

Dead, dead. Her father, her mother and her brother are all dead. Dead in front of her.

She will never forget such a tragic picture in her life.

She sat on the cold snow, her arms around her knees, her face buried in her legs, sobbing low.

A hunter passed by and saw a girl in white crying under the snow slope. He was alert and wanted to go, but after a few steps, he could not bear to listen to the sad cry. He turned back and looked at the girl from a distance and asked, "Are you a ghost? "

The little girl shook her head in tears.