Rice was bought, noodles were bought, dried tofu, pickled vegetables, and all kinds of meat were braised or smoked, and the small kitchen was piled up. Bai Shi and Tubo Xiaofu, the expressions on their faces became more and more nervous day by day, only Xiao Yun, who still didn't care about the giggle.

Guan Zhuofan has been dealing with those few pieces of wood, sawing, planing, and painting, and has been busy for two days, and finally barely made a simple and strange thing.

"What did the Third Young Master do?" Bai didn't recognize it, and asked Tuber secretly. Tuber shook his head, he had lived for decades and had never seen such a thing.

On the third day, Guan Zhuofan beckoned Tubo, and the two of them hung this thing on the wall of the small courtyard facing the gate.

It was a white cross.

Bai Shi finally couldn't help it, looked at the cross, and asked timidly: "Zhuo Fan, what is this for?" ”

Guan Zhuofan sighed: "Ward off evil spirits." ”

On August 29, starting early in the morning, Guan Zhuofan's mood deteriorated little by little. He shut himself in the house, lay down on the kang, and covered his head with a quilt. However, this way of hiding his ears and stealing the bell did not allow him to isolate himself from the outside world, and he still heard it clearly when the artillery of the British and French siege was heard.

The French army attacked the north of the city, the British army attacked the south of the city, and Seng Greenqin had to fight a small battle at Deshengmen, but this has nothing to do with the overall situation. My capital is destined to fall to foreign soldiers this afternoon. And five days later......

Five days later, they will set fire to the garden.

Old Summer Palace.

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For the whole day, Guan Zhuofan felt bored. During lunch, Bai called him softly outside the door twice, but he only pretended not to hear. In the evening, the gunfire was sparse, and only occasionally one or two cold shots could be heard. He calmed down, walked out of the house, and had dinner with everyone.

"I'll teach you a gesture," he gestured to everyone with a cross, forehead, chest, left shoulder, right shoulder, "if it's a foreign soldier, maybe it can be rescued." ”

Everyone followed him with sincere fear, and the movements were serious and funny.

He looked at Bai. She had changed into a coarse cloth dress, and her face was covered with ashes, one on her forehead, one on her left cheek, and one on her right cheek, each of which was round and evenly smeared—I said, sister, are you wiping rouge?

God, let these devils get out of here - the boredom of the day is back to you. He went back to his room and lay on the bed thinking nonsense.

It was already dark, and it wasn't long before I heard a banging on the door from the yard next door, followed by the exclamations of adults and the cries of children, mixed with incomprehensible shouts.

He sat up, his heart tightening: the British devils had come to steal something. After a while, I heard a pop, as if there was a heavy object falling in the yard. I pricked up my ears and listened again, but I couldn't hear anything. I was just breathing a sigh of relief, but I heard a woman's whisper from the other side, followed by a voice that seemed to be covered by her mouth, and the voice was interrupted.

Bai's!

Guan Zhuofan only felt that the blood in his body suddenly surged up, drew his saber, rushed out of the room as if flying, ran to the door of the Bai family in the east chamber, and kicked open the hidden door. In the dim candlelight, I saw a British soldier in red clothes and white pants forcing Bai Shi to the corner of the kang, covering her mouth with one hand and trying to tear her clothes with the other. Seeing someone intruding, the British soldier hurriedly jumped to his feet and reached out to grab the rifle leaning on the side of the kang and loading the bayonet.

On his face is a large beard with a thick white cloth wrapped around his head.

I'm Fucking Your Fuck Indian Asan! Guan Zhuofan swung out a knife, and just when the Indian soldier grabbed the rifle, the sharp saber cut off his right hand Qi Bowl, and with a bang, the rifle fell to the ground with a swarthy hand. The Indian soldier screamed and fell to the ground on his back.

Lao Tzu sent the Buddha to the west! Guan Zhuofan pounced, straddled the Indian soldier, reversed the saber, the tip of the knife Xiangxia, pierced the chest of the Indian soldier, and scolded viciously: "Fake! ”

The Indian soldier barely supported Guan Zhuofan's right hand holding the knife with his left hand, his eyes blinked, and he didn't understand that Weishenme would hear this familiar "national curse" here, and pleaded in a panic in unskilled English: "NO Fake, NO Fake......

"Fack!" Guan Zhuofan's hand is strengthened.

"NO Fake, NO Fake......"

"Poof!" A pair of scissors pierced the neck of the Indian soldier, his left hand was weak, and he was suddenly pierced through the heart by the saber, and he didn't hum, his body straightened, and he died.

Guan Zhuofan took a breath and looked back in surprise, only to see Bai Shi holding the scissors that were still dripping blood in his hand, his chest heaving and rising, and he looked at the dead Indian soldier tremblingly.

I said that this sister-in-law had some Taoism, and sure enough, he was not mistaken-he guessed that the scissors in Bai's hand must be placed under the pillow in case of emergency. He stood up and whispered, "Sister-in-law, it's okay." Carefully holding her hand, he took the scissors and threw them on the ground, so that he dared to tentatively hold her shoulder. Bai's body trembled more and more, and he suddenly threw himself into his arms and cried profusely.

Although she is still neatly dressed, she should not suffer any loss, but I am afraid that she will not be able to think about it. Guan Zhuofan hurriedly hugged her tightly, patted her on the back, and said softly: "It's okay, we didn't eat anything, we wanted his dog's life." Sister-in-law, you can't think about it. ”

Bai Shi sobbed and said: "He hugged me too tightly, I can't even free my hands......" Guan Zhuofan felt a void in his heart, and said in his heart: Hug me too tightly, this won't be talking about me, right? Hurriedly relaxed the hands holding her.

"I can't even spare my hands to make that spell you taught me......" Bai Shi finished speaking, feeling both embarrassed and aggrieved, and cried again.

What spell? Guan Zhuofan was confused, and after thinking about it, he realized that she was talking about the gesture of crossing. Secretly funny, but saw the maid Xiaofu holding Xiao Yun, who was standing at the door and was stunned, Tubo heard the sound and rushed over from the front yard with a lantern.

Bai Shi was overly frightened just now, and subconsciously threw himself into Guan Zhuofan's arms, and now when he saw that Tubo Xiaofu and his sister were coming, he suddenly realized that he was hugging his brother-in-law, what was going on? Immediately ashamed, he pushed Guan Zhuofan and broke out of his arms.

I didn't take the initiative...... Guan Zhuofan felt that he had a black cauldron. Seeing that the Bai family didn't look like he would look for a short time again, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said in his heart that this black pot would be carried on his back. First made a gesture for Xiao Fu to take Xiao Yun back to the room, and then beckoned to Tubo, whispered a few words, and then raised the knife, took the lantern in Tubo's hand, and walked to the courtyard.

He was not surprised that there were Indian soldiers in the British army, and there were a considerable number of Indians in the two Opium Wars and later in the Eight-Nation Alliance. Strangely, where did this dead Indian Ah San come from? He walked under the courtyard wall, looked at it, and soon understood that this guy was robbing property next door with his companions, and he had a temporary idea, and he didn't know what to step on and climb over the wall, wanting to eat alone. The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground just now must have been the sound of him jumping off the courtyard wall.

At this moment, from the courtyard next door, there were several gurgling shouts. He knew that it was the companion of the dead ghost Indian soldier who was looking for him, so he immediately leaned against the courtyard wall, and listened carefully, it was probably two people. The two Indian soldiers couldn't find anyone, muttered a few words to each other, hurried out the door, and ran towards the alley.