In the early morning, the fog had not cleared, and the two of them walked slowly on the mountain road.

It's quiet here, and we don't walk fast, and if it weren't for the knot in our hearts, this moment might be a happy thing.

It's just that every step I take makes my mood heavier and heavier.

Huang Tianba kept walking in front, and I followed him silently, and after a while, he suddenly spoke: "You must be wondering, why are our group of people so stubborn to go against the government and assassinate the prince, right?"

"I'm sure you must have your own reasons"

Even if you don't agree with their approach, you must have your own reasons.

Huang Tianba smiled, looked at the red leaves on both sides of the mountain road, and said softly: "Outside the West Mountain at dusk, the red leaves are frosty, this is the poem of the poet of the previous dynasty singing the praises of the West Mountain, but do you know what this poem means?"

I shook my head.

"The color of red leaves against frost, in fact, what overshadows the color of frost is not the color of red leaves, but another kind of red" Speaking of this, his voice suddenly trembled, choked up, and said slowly: "The color of blood." ”

I froze on my feet and looked up at him in astonishment.

At this moment, I suddenly knew what he was going to say.

Yangzhou slaughtered the city

It was when the royal family had just entered the customs, the southern gentry struggled to resist, and also delayed the occupation of the entire Central Plains, and the imperial court was forced to withdraw the army that was about to enter Xichuan to Yangzhou, and after a few days of hard fighting, the city gate was breached, and the army swarmed in, launching a terrible massacre.

I have heard that the sky was red, the earth was red, and the picturesque city of Yangzhou became a dead city, and the only sound was months of endless screams and weeping.

"There is a group of people who escaped from Yangzhou City, they thought that they could save their lives by escaping here, but they didn't expect it" Huang Tianba's deep and magnetic voice also changed its tone at this time: "It's still death, a knife, a life, the blood all over the mountain, staining the frost here red"

His voice slowly lowered.

I looked at the silent, broad shoulders in front of me, and seemed to understand what mission I was carrying on such a straight back, or what kind of burden I couldn't throw away.

It is hatred, it is the deep hatred of the sea of blood, it is the blood red of that day and place, and the never-ending sorrow.

Thinking like this, his steps slowly became heavy, and he accidentally stepped on a frost and almost slipped, when a handkerchief was handed to him.

When I looked up, it was Huang Tianba, and I didn't say anything, grabbing the other end of the handkerchief.

In this way, the two men pulled a handkerchief, and he slowly led me up, and with the faint force of the handkerchief, I didn't even feel so tired from my knees.

As I walked up, I asked softly, "So, you have been fighting against the government behind your backs." So, what's the conflict between you and those people in the pharmacy?"

Huang Tianba didn't look back, but was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "Yangzhou is the richest place in the Central Plains, and even if the officials who came here were Qing officials in the past, they slowly became corrupt officials later. In the beginning, we all pointed at these corrupt officials. ”

I nodded, I had heard those ordinary people say behind their backs that the officials sent by the imperial court to Yangzhou were stabbed one after another, and it seemed that they were all at their disposal.

so

"And then, what happened?"