April of the fifteenth year of Zhengde was cloudy

The sky of Shuntianfu was shrouded in layers of thick dark clouds, and in an instant, heavy rain swept the entire city of Beijing, and the huge Shuntianfu fell into a mist and rain.

The thunder in the clouds burst out, making a rumbling sound, and the ears of the people who shook made a buzzing sound, and at this time, the silver dragon hidden in the clouds swayed in a terrifying posture, and the blue light illuminated the whole world and the world, and the capital was quite fragile in the storm.

The pedestrians on the street walked quickly in the rain with their coats and hats, the rain in April was cloudy enough, and it was cold enough, the pedestrians on the road were struggling to walk in the rain, the electric dragons were flickering wantonly, and suddenly in an instant, the electric light disappeared, and the heaven and earth were directly synthesized into one, regardless of you and me, everything returned to the front of chaos, and there was only endless darkness ahead, which made people stop.

The sound of footsteps that could still be heard all around was the deafening sound of thunder and the noise of heavy rain.

Shuntian has changed the sky, and the sky of the entire Ming Dynasty has changed.

Once a son of heaven and a courtier

The absurd Emperor Zhengde is gone, and he has not left half of his heirs, so he left, and people sit at home, and the prince of Xingxian Wang, who came from the pie sky, was chosen as the candidate to succeed to the throne.

The capital is magnificent, not comparable to other cities, but Yingtianfu, as the capital of Liu, is one of the few prosperous cities in the entire Ming Dynasty that can be compared with Shuntianfu.

Liyang Lishui edge

Lishui let out an unwilling roar, the tumbling river, with the sewage in the riverbed like rolling down, on the edge of Lishui, stands a small village.

This small village has stood on the edge of Lishui for hundreds of years, Lishui is equal to their mother, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and the water to eat, and there are many people who rely on the Lishui to eat.

In the small village chief, a thatched house was lonely and suffered from the torrential rain, and the raging wind directly lifted the lid of the thatched house, and the torrential rain poured directly in, and the wind could be blocked all around, and the wooden skeleton was exposed on the roof, and the storm laughed wantonly in this room.

The saddest thing in life is just being choked to death when drinking water, and the saddest thing in life is crossing over and finding that you are hanging.

Zhao Chan was stained with both of these things.

The slightly thin body, the whole person hangs on the hanging beam, and as the wind and rain pour into the house, the person is like an old bacon swinging in the wind and rain.

Murder!

I don't care if I wake up with a rope tied to my head, the only thing Zhao Chan has to do is survive!

Both hands clutched the rope tightly, trying to get out of the rope sleeve, and the small wooden bench under his feet was kicked there.

The wet rope is extraordinarily smooth, the arms are soft and noodles-like, unable to lift any strength, the paralyzed arm just rose a trace of strength, just grabbed the rope, the hand slipped, the whole person slipped directly, the neck tightened, the pain in the heart stimulated the brain, the drowsy brain immediately became awake, I don't know if the person was dying, there was a young man who was about the same age as her and had a face of eight or nine images, smiled at him slightly, and then gradually disappeared in front of him with steps.

"Save ....."

His body was weak, and Zhao Chan felt that his consciousness was becoming weaker and weaker, and he didn't know whether it was the sound of wind and rain or the cold blowing from hell.

Just when Zhao Chan felt that he was going to be finished, the weak wooden door was kicked open directly, and with a click, the door was directly broken in half, Zhao Chan, who was slightly closed, vaguely saw the girl outside the door, it was a weaker figure, the pair of eyes were hiding tears, swallowed into the mouth with the pouring rain, the hair tied with a small ponytail was scattered, and the coarse linen clothes on the body were dirty, and all that came into view was yellow mud.

"Brother!"

Elder brother?

Are you calling me?

In the last consciousness, Zhao Chan fainted directly.

Crisp and childish voice shouted mournfully, and with that, Zhao Chan felt that his body was taken down, and when he took it off, Zhao Chan's neck pulled and pulled the rope for the most intimate contact.

Hurt...

If Zhao Chan could speak at this moment, he would definitely let her lighten.

It hurts so much.

"Brother... You can't be okay. ”

The girl didn't know where the strength came from, moved Zhao Chan who escaped from the rope to the bed, stepped forward to probe Zhao Chan's snort, and could feel a trace of breath, on the pale and colorless little face, showing a hint of a smile, standing on the side of Zhao Chan's bed and walking back and forth, muttering to herself as if she was comforting herself, stroking Zhao Chan's cold forehead from time to time, Zhao Si didn't know what he could do, so he could only walk back and forth in the room, kneeling with his hands folded and kowtowing in front of the Buddha statue at home.

"The great mercy and compassion of Guanyin Bodhisattva, you must make my brother better... Definitely..."

The voice became quieter and quieter, and then only a pop was heard, and the person fell directly into the water.

The house was already full of water, and the weaker body could no longer bear it, so she collapsed, and when she fell unconscious, she was still muttering about her brother.

The brother and sister depend on each other, and Zhao Si doesn't know what he will do if his brother Zhao Chan is gone.

Ten years of hard study...

Zhao Chan has been studying for ten years, and Zhao Si, who is only one year younger than Zhao Chan, has also suffered for ten years.

The parents of the brother and sister died early, and the brother and sister grew up eating hundreds of family meals, in such a world, it is not easy for the brother and sister to survive.

In front of the desk, despite the wind and rain, the books were already soaked, and most of the handwriting was no longer legible, except for the few big characters that were extremely dazzling.

Everything is inferior, but reading is high

There was a person who didn't know whether he was alive or dead on the bed, and there was a little girl with a fever lying on the ground, who seemed to be mocking these ten words.

Everything is inferior, only reading is high, even the most basic food has become a problem, and life has become a problem.

No matter how high it is, it's useful...

About the time when a stick of incense came, the person on the bed opened his eyes in confusion and muttered to himself: "Where am I..."

The people who had walked before the ghost gate closed seemed to have hysteria, and looked at everything around them in a daze.

When he saw Zhao Si lying on the ground, his heart tingled for a while, and he only had the sound of the brother just now in his mind....

At this moment, Zhao Chan, who was weak, immediately got the strength from nowhere, and immediately got off the bed quickly, the shoes on the side of the bed had forgotten to wear, and he was barefoot, holding the unconscious Zhao Si and rushing out of the thatched house...

In heavy rain.

A figure ran at great speed, even if it was tired, it never stopped.

He knew in his heart that he was fighting for his life with death again!

PS: Make up the numbers