Since the last time Changru found Shen Qihuan from Penglai Ship Port, he has been lukewarm to her, and went to Jingtai Courtyard to visit Lao Anren, and he also left as soon as he saw it, and never asked Shen Qihuan to go over to see him. www.biquge.info Now Shen Qihuan yelled at him like a male duck, Changru only glanced at her indifferently, and got into the carriage by himself.

Shen Qihuan looked at Chang Ruqiang's fierce and fierce temperament, angry and funny, and sat next to each other, hehe smiled: "Are you still angry? I'm not angry anymore, you're so stingy." ”

Changru sat down next to him in disgust, Shen Qihuan chased after him, Changru moved again, Shen Qihuan simply squeezed him into the corner of the car, and Changru pushed her away like a fried little animal. "Why are you so unreserved?"

She smiled and nodded cheekily: "This merit was passed down from my father." ”

Shen Qihuan touched Changru's temper very thoroughly, usually as long as she mentioned her father, Changru would not want to see the sentence "Okay don't follow", but this time for some reason, Changru's expression was stiff for a moment when he heard the words, and his eyes were a little softer when he looked at Shen Qihuan.

Shen Qihuan could see that this was a kind of 'naked' pity, a trace of vigilance flashed in Shen Qihuan's eyes, and after thinking about it, his eyes fell on the sacrificial basket in the corner of the carriage again. "What the hell are these for?"

The carriage was passing through the morning market at the mouth of Meihua Lane, and the noisy sound set off the atmosphere in the car more quietly, Changru looked at her for a while, and lightly spit out two words: "Chengbei." ”

Shen Quehuan's spine stiffened, she didn't know what was in the north of the city now, she only knew that the former Protector Mansion was the largest house in the north of the city. As if she was having trouble breathing, she asked, "Is it okay?"

Changru shook his head slightly, "Every three sacrifices, it's okay." ”

The sixth day of the first month of March is the day of the martyrdom of the Protectorate Mansion, and today is the ninth day of the first month of March.

Shen Qihuan lowered his head and stared at the corner of the jade-colored skirt, speechless for a long time.

She set up an anonymous tablet in the warehouse of the Xiaoyun Pavilion, and on the night of the sixth day of the first month, she had kowtowed to the tablet three times, and she also wanted to sneak to the north of the city to see, all said that the lonely soul would linger in the place where she died for three years, and reason told her that there must be many pairs of eyes staring at the sixth day of the third month, the first year of the Jiang family, whoever appears suspiciously will be caught, Shen Quehuan chose to stand still with hatred.

She didn't expect Changru to take this matter to heart all the time. Shen Quehuan burst into tears, biting her lips and teeth so that the tears did not flow.

The carriage walked through the streets and alleys, and soon arrived at the magpie alley in the north of the city, the Huguo Mansion occupied a whole street, after the Huguo Mansion was destroyed, the north of the city became a barren land overnight, and the old mansion that had flourished for a hundred years was burned by fire to only the ruins remained, and the nearby shops, The residents moved out one after another, and after a year, you can still see the walls and tiles that have been burned black, as well as a towering ancient locust at the mouth of Magpie Hutong, I don't know if it has been tested by blood and fire in turn, but now it is like a craggy old man who has been drained of flesh and blood, hopelessly guarding the streets and alleys with no noisy and prominent voices.

Dead silent, the northern castle of Otsukuto Kyoto looks like a cemetery.

It's just that even Changru never thought that he and Shen Qihuan were not the only people who came to the three sacrifices, and since the carriage entered the magpie alley, even Ling Song and Deng Feng's backs couldn't help but tense.

"Sir...... You...... You see. ”

The father and daughter in the carriage glanced at each other, then lifted the curtain and looked out, only to glance, both of them looked horrified.

I saw that on both sides of the street behind the alley, there were densely placed incense burner sacrifice cases, there were four sheep Fangzun with incense curling, there were three animal sacrifices piled up on the ground, and there were five grains piled up into the Zongsheng, some incense cases seemed to be prepared very hastily, there were no sacrifices, but there were three bowls of spirits alone, and some incense cases were varied, spears, daggers, wooden shields, shoes and socks, silver bowls, Buddha beads, dust, and ......

It's just that the people who came to deliver the sacrifices came in a hurry and left quietly, and in the gap between Changru and Shen Qihuan getting off the car, there were two or three waves of people who had set up their things and left in a hurry. Shen Qihuan stood in the moment, the strength in her body that had been tight suddenly saw that there was a tendency to collapse, she clenched her fists and was silent for a long time, but finally couldn't hold back, and rushed back to the carriage as soon as she turned her head, crying uncontrollably.

It's been a year, and she has never been back to this place even in her dreams, and many images have come back to her mind.

That morning, at the beginning of the day after the rain, the air was filled with a faint smell of earth, and the breakfast was vegetable dumplings and millet porridge, because she didn't like to eat the green beans in the dumplings, Er Ying helped her pick out the beans one by one, she picked up a bean and bounced it out to the swallow's nest on the treetops, but it didn't hit, she and Er Ying used the green beans as a secret weapon, and practiced the head one by one.

Before she could tell the winner, her mother came over with a newly made robe, she was wearing a honey-colored spring dress, Jiang Qian couldn't help rubbing the material of the gold thread, and asked her mother how much the clothes could be sold for. Her mother smiled and told her, "I can get you and your brother two swords back." ”

Jiang Qian begged: "I want a bow, others can't pull it open, it's best that Jiang Shen and my senior brother can't pull it, only I can pull it." ”

The mother pretended to be worried: "This will embarrass me." ”

The morning sun lined her mother's warm smile, and she asked about finding the spy and told her: "When the matter has come to this point, don't be too anxious, you should eat dinner at home, you are not there, your grandmother eats very little every time." ”

"Eating less for dinner is good for your health. Jiang Qian bypassed his mother and pulled Liu Erying to escape the door. Behind him was a voice of advice that gradually drifted away: "Be careful when you go out, go home early, don't bully people......"

But since then she has never had a home.

The overwhelming blood, the noisy and terrible shouts, the implicated passers-by, the ignorant and weak children......

She asked Zu Shuai countless times in her dreams, "Do you regret it? Do you hate? Even if I find out who is behind the scenes, you can't turn a blind eye, right?"

That night, everything was cast into a mask as strong as armor, and she was confident that she could resist any impact, but she never thought that it would not take strength to unmask at all, or a gust of wind, or a tear, and now, the strong fortress-like shell was already crumbling. Only then did Shen Qihuan know that once a person who was too strong became weak, he was so powerless.

Deng Feng was standing on the edge of the carriage, the sound of sobbing in the carriage made their hearts flutter, he thought about it, and walked towards the Changru who was standing quietly on the side, "Sir, do you want to move the carriage elsewhere first?"

Changru's gaze stayed in the void, thought for a while, and responded: "No need." Even if it is hidden from people, they have already attracted attention when they first stepped into Magpie Alley, "Let her take a break inside, and you and Lingsong will put the sacrifice on the table." ”

He pointed to a shady place under the ancient tree, and Deng Feng and Lingsong took orders, one went to untie the long table behind the carriage, and the other tiptoed out of the cart.

was busy, suddenly heard a voice at the end of the alley slowly came, the three people outside the car were slightly stunned, looking for prestige, only to see more than a dozen people walking out of the wreckage-like mansion together, walking in the front of the beard is white.

Changru recognized it slightly, and immediately muttered in confusion: "Old General Wang?"