Chapter 384

In the days when Huo Yan left, Lin Yao took medicine on time every day. The people responsible for serving her took extra care of her. Without the murderer around, she should be in a much better mood.

But she often had nightmares. In the dream, she seemed to go back to the day many years ago. Thousands of people's sad cries rang through the sky.

"Let me go. I'm not infected."

"My child, please let my child out of town..."

Dad fought his life to send her out of the city. She couldn't give up her father. Her father, who always loved her daughter, only waved to her: "go, the farther you go, the better."

Only later did she know what had happened. The whole city was slaughtered by the murderer king in order to catch a possible epidemic.

It's just the word "possible", which will bury the lives of the people in this city alive. How cruel!

Lin Yao suddenly woke up from his dream with a cold sweat on his forehead. The window was open and the wind roared out of the window, with a faint tendency of mountain rain.

It has been two months since Huo Yan left, and he will be back soon.

What happens when you come back? Do you want to start over what you stopped for the time being?

Lin Yao subconsciously stroked his wrist. Several scars were still crisscrossed on his white wrist. The scars were much lighter than before, leaving only thin black marks.

In the two months since Huo Yan left, he wrote to her every three days. Sometimes he talked to her about interesting things on the road. Most of the time, he just said a few words, but at the end of each letter, he didn't forget to ask her to apply ointment on time.

Every time he saw the natural and unrestrained handwriting, Lin Yao's heart could not help but emerge the handsome face with a hateful smile. His slender fingers gently stroked the white wrist and jokingly told her that it was always a bad thing to leave scars on girls.

Although their final outcome has long been doomed, she can't help losing her heart in this process.

"Is there any stationery coming these two days?" Lin Yao asked the little soldier outside the camp in the daytime.

The little soldier who delivered the letter had never seen such a beautiful woman. His face turned red and pointed to the "uh huh" in the camp for a long time without saying why. Lin Yao simply got up and went to the camp to check. There was always a petal of oleander or Phoenix Tail leaf in his letter to her to distinguish other letters.

All the stationery were placed in one place, and the plain little hand carefully selected among a lot of stationery. Accidentally, several pieces of stationery mixed with a piece of fiery red petals fell to the ground.

Lin Yao picked up the fiery red petals. She recognized the other shore flower, which looked like blood and tea.

The other shore flower grows all the year round in the wild mountains and tombs. It is brilliant but lonely, with infinite sadness. Most of its growth places are in field trails, Riverside footpaths and cemeteries, so it is also called dead flower. In autumn, it blooms strange and colorful flowers close to red and black. The whole other shore flower looks shocking red, like fire and blood.

Most people think that the flowers on the other side of the river are gorgeous and beautiful, but they don't know that the flower on the other side of the river is the only flower in the underworld. On the road of the yellow spring, there are many flowers on the other side of the river, just like a road paved with blood. Because the flowers on the other side are as colorful as fire, they are called "the road of fire".

It is said that the other shore flower is the only color and scenery on the long yellow spring road. People follow the guidance of the other shore flower to the deep netherworld.

It is a symbol of death.

Lin Yao had an ominous feeling in his heart. She bent down, picked up the petals of the other shore flower, stared for a long time, and slowly hid them in her sleeve. The letter fell to the ground and couldn't tell whether the letter was written to her. Lin Yao opened a letter at random.

This letter was for Zhou Zifang. She glanced faintly, and her apricot eyes suddenly widened and stared at the contents of the letter.

On the letterhead, Huo Yan asked Zhou Zifang how to build a new city on the ruins of Chengdu as soon as possible? Where should the water source be best? The displaced people will soon come to Chengdu, and the past excitement will soon return to the scorched earth.

Ruins? Scorched earth?

Lin Yao's body trembled uncontrollably. She held the table with her hand and tried to calm her mood. How ironic, she even missed him one moment ago and even hesitated. But the next moment, he destroyed Chengdu as if he had destroyed her hometown.

Chengdu is the territory of Dasheng, and the people of Chengdu are the people of Dasheng. How can he slaughter his own people?

Big tears trickled down from her face and fainted the handwriting on the letter. Lin Yao folded the letter in a panic and stuffed it into the envelope, sealed the fire paint again, and tried to walk out of the door calmly.

"Miss Lin, how do you..." the little soldier in charge of taking care of her stared at Lin Yao. Lin Yao wiped away the tears on his face and reluctantly nodded with her.

"It's said that your highness will come back after ten days..." the little soldier said happily behind her. Lin Yao was slightly stunned and turned to look at the cheerful little soldier.

"Why did you... Join the army?"

The little soldier was stunned and touched the back of his head with his hand: "my parents said that a man's husband should protect his country..."

protect our homes and defend our country? But what if one day, you are ordered to kill the people you defend, even your parents and brothers and sisters?

Lin Yao raised his eyes and looked at the dim stars in the sky. Now, there should be no more half of Chengdu alive, right?

What did the people in Chengdu think before they died? They wholeheartedly supported their children's soldiers. They trusted the patron saint and slaughtered all their families, young and old.

The culprit is the man. The blood and sin on his body are always poured out of the water of the Yangtze River and difficult to wash away. In a trance, she seemed to go back to a few years ago. The blood on the ground was covered by the sky burning fire. The bodies on the ground were covered with blood, all with their eyes open and their eyes closed. Among them, there is her father and perhaps her brother.

Such a hell on earth is all thanks to that person. She is still hesitant and soft hearted. She is really unfilial!

Until this moment, Lin Yuan woke up. Maybe she should have killed him early when he was unprepared. She wanted him to suffer and die, but she didn't think that if the murderer lived one more day, more people would suffer.

"I'm wrong..." Lin Yao whispered in a bleary voice. The little soldier looked at her puzzled: "Miss Lin, are you uncomfortable?"

A bitter smile appeared on his lips. Lin Yao seemed to hear thousands of wronged souls calling in his ear: "kill him and avenge us!"

"I will... I will, soon..." she murmured, her body softened and slowly fell to the ground.

In the camp.

Zhou Zifang looked at the letterhead in his hand. The paint on the letterhead had loosened. He knew that someone had removed the letterhead and sealed it back again.

"Who has been here this afternoon?" the place where the letterhead is placed is the important place of the military camp. Ordinary people can't enter without authorization. Did the spies of Wu Jun sneak in?

The soldier in charge of the stationery thought, "only miss Lin has been here."

Miss Lin? Zhou Zifang was stunned: "who let her in?"

The soldier in charge of the letter stuttered back: "the Lord has a letter to miss Lin every time... I think Miss Lin should come to find the Lord's letter, so..."

He was sweating in cold sweat. The loss of stationery was a felony in the camp. Did general Zhou feel anything wrong?

Zhou Zifang gave a "um" sound and waved. The soldier who took care of the letterhead was relieved. He saluted Zhou Zifang and withdrew.

The contents of the letter had nothing to do with the girl Lin. a faint water mark on the letter still attracted Zhou Zifang's attention. He gazed at the water trace, and there were countless guesses in his heart.

It seems that this woman must have some unknown secrets. Zhou Zifang folded the letter paper in his hand and put it into his sleeve. If he questioned her at this time, he was afraid that she would not admit it. From the beginning, Zhou Zifang thought this woman was strange. He sent many people to inquire. Miss Lin was indeed an orphan. She came to the Qingzhou governor's house three years ago. She was regarded as a rare commodity by the Qingzhou governor. She specially asked someone to teach her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, songs and Fu. She had been raised for three years as a strange treasure to the Lord. She seemed to be no different from those little Jasper, but Zhou Zifang was keenly aware that she was different from other women from the beginning.

All the women around the prince, either for their own favor or to help the family, always ask for something. Miss Lin has nothing to ask for. It seems that the Lord's favor is not important to her. The more women who have nothing to ask for, the more terrible it is, because those who have something to ask for can always be found out. Those who have nothing to ask for are like a tightly fitting container. No one knows what is in the container. He wanted to see when the woman's fox tail would show up?

Huo Yan rode on his horse with a straight posture, and he saw the beautiful figure from a distance. She has always preferred cool colors, but today she wears a big red pleated skirt, which sets off the original elegant and beautiful eyebrows and eyes more and more charming.

He threw his whip to the deputy general, jumped off his horse smartly, held the petite figure in his arms as if there were no one else in the crowd, and directly entered the camp in her exclamation.

"Miss me?" he smiled and kissed her soft lips. Lin Yao's snow-white face was already crimson. His small white hand gently pushed his chest. Although he refused, he made the man in front of him laugh.

"Yujue still welcomes me, of course, but I prefer... Active women..." he looked at her badly and slowly opened his arms to her.