I thought that the winter of Daqi was cold enough, and Baitu in the south should be warmer, but I didn't expect that this year's winter of Baitu has reached the point of dripping water into ice. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info into the wax moon, and the heavy snow that has not been seen for a long time has been wreaked out, after all, it is ravaging on this day of the small year, and the snow is cruel and gluttonous, and it has swept the entire hundred pictures.

On the twenty-third day of the lunar month, it is the day of the folk sacrifice stove, every household is busy preparing tribute, counting on the dusk into the night, the king of the stove eats the tribute and happily ascends to heaven on the road, in front of the Jade Emperor to the family to say more good things, and give a lucky fortune in the coming year. As the saying goes, Ruixue Zhaofeng year, this sudden heavy snow really made everyone happy, and they were busy kowtowing a few heads to the gloomy sky, when the gods from all walks of life had promised them a good year, the smile on their faces couldn't be suppressed, and the whimpering sound mixed with this wind and snow was naturally no one would pay attention.

About the world is always like this, some people are happy and some are worried, every household in the village is full of the joy of the New Year, but the small col not far away is a sad and sad.

The snow came quickly, the sky was gloomy, and the snow was like cotton, and it fell down one after another, but by the time of a cup of tea, the mountains were already covered in a blank patch. In the vast wind and snow, a white "thing" was faintly seen wriggling and making a hoarse cry. There was also a small child standing next to that "thing", Ling An at this time was indeed not tall, he was only in his teens, and most of his whole person was covered with snow. The snow had not reached her knees, her head and shoulders were covered with thick snow, her two thin arms hung weakly on both sides, but they were also covered with snow, and there was a layer of ice on her eyebrows, and the snow was floating on it, and the two white eyebrows were almost connected. She was motionless, her face was pale from the cold, her expression was blank, only a pair of eyes were gloomy and dark, and her dark eyes were staring at the kneeling woman in front of her.

They had been here for three hours, and it had taken the woman nearly three hours to bury her daughter here, and there was no coffin, only half a broken straw mat from the pile of the dead, and the woman's half-used gown, wrapped in the body and buried in the pit that just held the body of a child. Ling An was about to step forward to help, but the woman stopped her, so she stood there and became a bystander.

Ling An still remembered the scene at that time, the woman was unkempt, staggering through the pile of dead people in the mass grave, looking for her daughter, the corpse that hugged her tightly. The corpse was already stiff, her hands were around Ling An's waist, her head was resting on her chest, her face was pale and gray, her eyes were slightly closed, and her face was serene, just as Ling An told her - if she fell asleep, it wouldn't hurt, and when she died, she naturally wouldn't feel pain.

When the woman finally found her daughter, she separated the two men like crazy, and then dragged the body to the place. At first, the woman waved her arms on the mound, trying to sweep away the falling snow, but at last she had no choice but to lie there, and used her body to block the wind and snow, and in a few moments she was buried by the snow.

Ling An moved her stiff fingers, her skin was numb, the sky was getting more and more gloomy, and the snow showed no signs of abating, she knew that if she continued like this, not only the woman, but also herself would be frozen to death in this wilderness.

But the woman in front of her was on the verge of collapse, or rather collapsed. She is a hard-working woman, called Fu Niang. She got engaged to get married in her early years, and her childhood sweetheart was a good marriage. It's just that he is young and ignorant, or he is in love for a while, and he has a secret knot before he gets married. I caught up with the man to go out to work hard, so I said that I would come back to get married, I never thought that the man would not return, and even took the old people in the family into the capital, and in the end there was no news. Shen Funiang's name is gone, she is still pregnant, according to the rules of the village, she should be in the pond, her parents are reluctant, and send her to live outside, and she gave birth to a baby girl in October, named Shen Hongya. Fu Niang took the child to wash and sew for the side house, doing some rough work to barely survive, even if the old father passed away, Fu Niang did not go back. The mother was seriously ill, Fu Niang felt uncomfortable, and finally took the child home to visit the mother for the last time, originally planned to take the child to leave immediately after the mother went, but unfortunately, the brother who was addicted to gambling at home and owed a lot of debts saw that the red girl was very smart, and caught up with the New Year, and the money was very tight, so he moved his mind and secretly sold the red girl into the largest flower building in the town.

Fu Niang is also stupid, and it has been three days since she learned the truth, and she ran into the town like crazy, and ******** rushed into the flower building. Fu Niang was also a well-known beauty in her early years, but now, she is far from the word beautiful, and the nursing home of Hualou will naturally not let her in. The mother-in-law inside saw her pitiful, and secretly told her that two dead children had been dragged out this morning, and that they had been beaten to death because of their disobedience, and that they were on a mass grave in the west of the town.

Fu Niang was stupid when she heard this, and ran and cried and rushed to the mass grave, but the red girl was already dead.

At that time, it was the first time Ling An saw this woman, she quietly watched Fu Niang crying with Hongya in her arms, and watched her drag Hongya's body to be buried here, she didn't say a word. After not drinking or eating for a long time, she had little strength. Ling An opened his mouth, his throat was so sore that it seemed like a knife was scraping fine flesh, and there was a faint smell of blood. She swallowed, her throat still tingling.

Fu Niang couldn't cry anymore, and the water on her face couldn't tell if it was snow or tears. This is a woman who has been played with by life, in such an era, she has no man to shelter her, her parents are dead, her brother is selfish, and her daughter who depends on her life has also left her, her only hope is shattered, Ling An watched her turn white overnight. Fu Niang is like a grapevine climbing on a shelf, when the shelf collapses, she will fall into the dust, and she will eventually turn to dust if she has no motivation to live.

Ling An looked at the woman in front of her, she finally closed her eyes deeply, and took a deep breath of cold air, which seemed to pass through her internal organs, and her whole body was cold. When she opened her eyes again, her eyes were already full of tears, innocent and helpless.

She looked at the lifeless Fu Niang in front of her with such eyes, "Mother ......"

Fu Niang didn't move, her eyes were still empty.

Ling An called again, Fu Niang's empty eyeballs finally moved, as if they were sad, as if they were confused, and the sluggish rotation of the not very bright eyeballs finally found Ling An in front of them.

"Mother, I'm a red girl......"

Fu Niang's blue lips seemed to move, and finally tightly pursed into a line, her body slowly stood upright, leaned forward, and sat on her knees, her hands trembling, and her eyes were round, as if they were about to tear the corners of her eyes.

"Mother, I'm ...... Hongya ......" A tear came down from the corner of her eye, leaving a chill on her face, Ling An's body shook slightly, and the whole person moved forward, and then, she was caught violently by an equally cold body, tightly, tightly buckled her into her arms.

Ling An's hanging heart finally landed, and he wanted to laugh, but because of the stiffness of the corners of his mouth, he could only pull slightly.

She listened to the hoarse cry of the woman above her head, Ling An knew that she was now, in Baitu, she had a new name - Shen Hongya, this year, Ling An had just turned thirteen years old.

Later, Ling An followed Fu Niang back to the small courtyard where she originally lived, living as hard as before, Fu Niang's spirit was hit hard, and she couldn't see it on weekdays, but sometimes she would hold Ling An and cry bitterly, Ling An knew that Fu Niang wanted to be a red girl, even if she had already regarded herself as a red girl, but subconsciously she still knew that Hong Ya had gone, but she just refused to admit it. Depressed, Fu Niang's body is deteriorating, but she is particularly concerned about Ling An. Such days should have continued until a year later, when Master Ling found them.

At this time, Master Ling already had private property in Changli, started a dart game, and did well, he shouldn't have thought of this poor mother and daughter. However, the sky opened his eyes, Master Ling married his wife three times in more than ten years, lost his wife three times, and gained the reputation of a wife, and the girl from a good family was no longer willing to marry him, and he has not been able to have a child so far, so he remembered this only bone and blood far away in the world, and came to this corner to find them.

Fu Niang was expressionless, so she let him in the door.

That night, Fu Niang hugged Ling An and went to bed early, without saying a word, just gave Ling An all the money in the house, and before dawn the next day, Ling An found that Fu Niang was missing.

It wasn't until dusk that she found Fu Niang at the grave of the red girl, her face was serene, and she was out of breath. Hongya's grave is no longer even a grave bag, and even the bones have been taken away by the wild dog jackal, leaving only one foot bone and one leg bone. Ling An buried Fu Niang's body and the remains of Hongya in the same place, and finally put on a stick of incense, kowtowed three times, and left without looking back, as for that Ling master, he had been under the big tree five meters away, and he didn't even look this way.

Ling An knew that it was because of his weak heart.

From then on, she followed Master Ling into Changli City, the capital of Baitu, this year, she was fourteen years old.

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"Baitu unifies Jinhuayi, His Majesty Guang'an has ascended the throne, and it has been peaceful for more than ten years, I don't want Daqi to be in trouble, and the swords and soldiers are rolling restless......" The storyteller on the stage put on a posture with his clothes, "Let's not say all the major events in the world in one word, and say a paragraph of 'the prince single-handedly breaks through all enemies'......"

This is the largest teahouse in Changli City - tea flavor fragrant, there is a private room, for the literati to taste tea papers, watch plays and listen to books, there are scattered seats, for people to drink tea and chat, join in the fun.

Today's storyteller is the most famous storyteller in Changli, and there are naturally many more people who come to cheer, and the huge tea flavor is actually full. When the storyteller talked about the wonderful place, he was full of applause and appreciation.

Today, he said the story of the prince Ming Ze of the dynasty, and the reason why it is a story is that this storyteller said that the prince became a god. Today's prince is an extremely strict one, deep-minded, brave and strategic, and he became famous in the battle of the wilderness, but he did not fight ten thousand enemies on a single horse, but three hundred cavalry retreated five thousand. He personally led the team, made a detour to the enemy's rear, did not lose a single soldier, and burned all the grain and grass of Daqi. The supply has been cut off, and because the imperial court is already very divided on this battle, the lord of Daqi has to order the withdrawal of troops. At that time, the war was chaotic, and the prince Mingze personally supervised the war, which severely damaged Daqi, and his wisdom spread throughout the countries at that time, even surpassing General Wang Zhe and becoming a generation of war gods.

It's just that it was just before, and now the prince is no longer as heroic as he used to be, but the myth of his achievements is still widely spread among the people, and he is said in convincing words, as if he witnessed it with his own eyes, to say that there is no push behind him, and it is not believed that Ling An was killed.

There are also many people who believe in this myth, and one of them is the girl in the cubicle on the second floor.

This compartment is not big, the location is a corner, not too good, so the price is also cheap, they are completely affordable.

This girl with a longing face and clapping her hands is called Yuanbao, which is a good rich name, but unfortunately it is accompanied by an inappropriate surname - Mei, Mei Yuanbao, no Yuanbao, it is really not a good sign. This girl is born with red lips and white teeth, a round face, and her facial features are not very exquisite, but she looks comfortable together, she is not a beauty, but she is born and likable, and she laughs with two deep pear vortices, which is particularly festive. This is a heartless girl, with a pair of black eyes, drinking tea, eating snacks, laughing and applauding when she hears happiness, and has no appearance of individuality at all, no one can see that this is an aunt who is on an errand in the palace.

She stared at Mr. Storyteller with a pair of eyes, reached into the snack plate, grabbed it at once, and at a glance, the plate was empty.

She licked the corners of her mouth, well, she wanted to have a copy.

Touch your pockets, hmm...... No silver.

The girl's face fell, and a pair of eyes glanced at Ling An, who was sleeping on the other side of the table—this was a God of Wealth aunt and grandmother.

Ling An, who was lying on the table at the moment, frowned, and her lips were pursed into threads, but she was lying on the table, face down, and was blocked tightly, so that people couldn't see her expression, just when she slept soundly.

Yuan Bao has a bitter gourd face, and he thinks it's really not authentic to disturb people's dreams, but the silver is not enough, but his appetite is very good, really! Correct! Knot!

"Good appetite" Heaven and man are at war here, secretly entangled, Ling An can't sleep here - this little eye is really panicked......