Chapter 07: Blame and blame

A glimpse of the flames, slender eyes like phoenix feathers.

Countless dreams have appeared.

Yang Ying wanted to shout, but couldn't make a sound.

Just like myself at that time, a sharp sword pierced through the entire chest.

She just watched quietly, watching his blood drip by drop.

It was a poignant chill.

It's like a thousand pounds of weight on your body.

Sweat was streaming down his head.

Where's my knife?

Where's my knife?

Where's my knife!!

"Brother Shadow, you're having nightmares again......" The girl's cold little hand lay on his forehead, forcing him back to reality.

It turned out to be Xiao Ling, and it turned out that she had been guarding her side all the time.

"Xiao Ling......" Yang Ying felt that her mouth was dry.

"Brother Ying, these days, your pressure is too much, don't think so much, get up and drink saliva." A woman born in martial arts is definitely not delicate in her hands, but she is still much gentler than a man's.

"Is our dwelling exposed?"

"Probably not."

"Where's my dagger?"

"It's still under the pillow, no one is moving, don't worry." The two have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, and Yan Muling knows all of Yang Ying's habits.

Until he touched the cold steel, a trace of warmth rose in his heart.

The night was as dark as an abyss.

There is only a tacit understanding between the two people who have been together for many years, like stars.

So many years have passed, but Yang Ying still can't get out of the shadows. Even if his martial arts are strong, with the guards on his side and the sword by his side, once the memories hit, they still can't let him sleep peacefully.

Yang Ying still can't forget the eyes hidden in the crack of the door, witnessing the tragic death of his family, but still indifferent.

What a beautiful, cold pair of eyes.

Eight years have passed in a flash, and these eyes are still in place?

And every time he woke Yang Ying up from a nightmare and heard that he was calling out not his own name, Yan Muling's heart would be filled with a trace of bitterness.

"Brother Ying, I have inquired clearly, the second child of the Dugu family will help the poor in front of the White Horse Temple at noon every day, which is a breakthrough."

Although there is a trace of inexplicable unwillingness in his heart, at the level of his position, Xiao Ling will always have a meticulous face.

"How many people protect her?" Yang Ying got up and put on his clothes, and immediately entered the working state.

"There is no one to protect the outside world, just one person."

"For the sake of prudence, we still need to observe."

"Yes!"

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If there is really a so-called woman in the world who can "captivate the country and the city", Dugu Lianxin must be one of them.

Since Luoyang was mired in the clouds of war, the second girl of the Dugu family, Dugu Lianxin, has been secretly insisting on one career that belongs only to herself: providing a porridge meal every day for the poor and beggars who are homeless and living on the streets.

Because only when they have a full stomach can they have the strength to work, and they can contribute to the defense of the city.

Daddy guards the Jingshi, maybe there will be a turnaround.

This innocent girl, thinking so simply.

But now, trapped in the siege, many of the daily necessities that originally relied on the supply of the surrounding area have skyrocketed overnight, and all of them have become luxuries.

Commerce was almost completely destroyed, and many poor people were left without clothing, without food, or even a meal.

And the number of victims is still soaring.

In just a few days, Luoyang, the once prosperous eastern capital, collapsed in public order, rampant crime, depression and chaos, and was full of desolation, lifelessness, and starvation.

Faced with such a scene, although her father Dugu repeatedly warned her as he wished: Now, food is a rare and precious resource, whether it is for the country or for the family, we should stop putting porridge. But Dugu Lianxin still couldn't sit idly by and watch the poor ignore it, so she would steal wheat from her home every day, boil it into porridge and rice, and insist on it next to the White Horse Temple as always, and distribute it to the hungry people for free.

Of course, this move was fiercely unanimously opposed by the family, but it was praised by the poor people.

Although they don't eat much and often don't eat enough, they are regarded as gods by the people. It is said that she is the reincarnation of the Bodhisattva who saves suffering.

"You have no reason to redeem, the tragedy of the Yang family's destruction back then was not your fault."

The man in Tsing Yi always comforted her like this.

I know it, but I still can't let go of the knot in my heart.

The young self betrayed his "fiancé" to a stranger who asked for directions in order to get a piece of maltose.

It wasn't until she saw a gang of gangsters burning her neighbor's house through the crack in the door that she realized she was really wrong.

And the boy who was privately appointed by the elders to become her husband in the future, she watched him fall down with a sword piercing his chest.

And the boy, on his deathbed, also happened to see her.

There was a faint hope and hope in his eyes, until he lost his light.

Her body felt like she was filled with lead, and she couldn't move a single step.

Watching him be killed.

Just for a piece of maltose.

Although many years had passed since that incident, and she should be the only one who knew about it, Lianxin had never been able to forgive herself.

At that time, I may have really felt disgusted with the marriage contract between the Yang family and his own family.

is obviously a party, but it is treated as an item and has no right to choose.

It's also because of the resistance in my heart that I did something that I might regret for the rest of my life.

"Maybe the brothers of the Yang family, blessed with great fortune, are still alive, and later lived an ordinary life in a corner of this world."

To this day, she still deceives herself.

But.

People can't be resurrected after death, she knows better than anyone else.

Dugu Lianxin sighed, pushed the porridge cart and set off.

Speaking of putting porridge, there are also initial hardships.

In the beginning, she was the only weak woman struggling to support herself, so there were often incidents of crowds looting, the stove was destroyed, the dishes were all broken, and she was injured. Often after the robbery, only she was left to kneel on the ground, covering her wounds, looking up to the sky and crying bitterly, cleaning up the mess.

But even if this happened again and again, it still didn't stop her unremitting efforts.

And the story of her and "that" Tsing Yi man happened at noon that day.

On this day, Luoyang was surrounded by rebels.

She was unaware of the earth-shattering changes outside, and as usual, she pushed the cart that she had repaired with her own hands, on which was placed a small stove for heat preservation and wheat porridge that had been boiled, and came to the White Horse Temple.

The poor people, who had been waiting here for a long time, in tattered clothes, immediately surrounded them.

"Huh? Why are there so many people today? "Dugu Lian's heart is defenseless." There are so many children! ”

There was a large group of children on the side, who seemed to be ranging in age from six to twelve or thirteen, and they were not in a hurry to come up and line up to receive porridge, but gathered together and did not know what to discuss.

Dugu Lian's heart was busy with her hands, and she didn't pay much attention to it.

At this time, a little girl with two sheep's horns, alone and running from afar, got out of the legs of the crowd, and held up a broken bowl high: "Beautiful big sister, give me an extra spoonful!" I also have a good friend! His legs and feet are inconvenient. ”

"Okay!" Dugu Lianxin gave priority to helping her fill the bowl.

But when he heard a shout, the group of children next to him suddenly became difficult, surrounded the crowd and drove away the crowd, surrounded Dugu Lianxin, and moved his hands and feet.

Dugu held the little girl tightly in his arms, protecting her while resisting with all his might.

When these bad boys saw that the plan was difficult to succeed, they became angry and began to smash and loot the porridge cart, only smashing all the household utensils to pieces.

But Dugu Lianxin didn't care about it, knelt on the ground, and hugged the little girl in her arms.

"Whoosh!"

The green feather swept through without a trace, and a thunderclap was shocked.

The eldest child in the lead fell to the ground with an arrow.

Everyone stopped in fright and looked in the direction the arrow was fired.

On the upturned eaves of the gate hall of the White Horse Temple, in the silhouette of the sun, there is a figure in a green coat and a leather shoulder pad.

Under the hat, the blindfold covers the right eye, and the pupil of the left eye is as clear and blue as a lake.

He wore a string of Buddhist beads around his neck, a pair of rope darts draped diagonally, a pair of short knives hanging from his waist, and a strong carved bow in his left hand, and a quiver on his right thigh.

Then he drew three arrows and put them on his bow.

The open and drawn bow fits perfectly with the shape of the sun.

"Get out!"

Tsing Yi Dou Li only said one word.

"Ah, run! Heluo Hero Hawkeye! I don't know who recognized it and shouted.

A group of bad people dispersed in a hurry.

Hawkeye jumped off the roof, walked to Dugu Lianxin's side, and stretched out his right hand to her: "You are very brave and have done a good job." ”

Dugu Lianxin hesitated for a moment, and handed his hand, which should have been plain white, but was now dirty, into his palm.

After pulling her up, the little girl in her arms rubbed her eyes and cried loudly: "My porridge...... My bowl was broken ......"

Seeing the mess, everyone present was silent.

"My only best friend and I are going to starve......"

Dugu Lianxin seemed helpless and didn't know how to comfort the child.

Hawkeye touched the girl's two little horns, took out an eight-treasure glass cup from her arms, used a broken half-cut wooden spoon, filled a full spoon of porridge, and handed it to the little girl.

"This ......" Dugu Lianxin looked at this scene, wanting to say something, but couldn't say it.

"So little!" The little girl didn't know the treasure in her hand, and her eyes were just staring at the porridge inside. "If it's not enough, can I come back and ask for another bowl?"

"Yes!" Hawkeye replied lightly.

"Hmm!" So the little girl nodded vigorously, turned and ran.

Dugu Lianxin looked at the little girl's clumsy but persistent back, smiled, and turned to the people around her.

Alas? What about people?

I was still here just now, and in the blink of an eye, I disappeared without a trace?

If it weren't for the mess in one place that could prove what had just happened, I'm afraid I would have doubted whether my memories were real.

"Oops......" The lead bad boy lying on the ground let out a long moan, and this breath almost didn't catch. Yoyo sat up from the ground, pulled out a green feather arrow from his chest, and looked at it closely, not knowing when the arrow was pulled out, so he didn't penetrate and was injured, he was just knocked unconscious by the huge force.

Looking left and right, the next attendant was not there, only he left himself.

"Spare your life, why don't you get out of here?" The sound emitted by the strong internal force runs through the temple, like the manifestation of the Buddha, and the direction of the source cannot be identified.

The frightened child threw down the arrow and ran away.

Dugu walked over, picked up the arrow, turned it around, and held it in the palm of his hand.

High in the sky, a goshawk circled, flapped its wings, and swayed away.