After the autumn, the rain in the south of the Yangtze River has become frequent, fortunately, it is not a storm, compared to the endless spring rain, the only change is only a little dull.

The rain never stops.

Wang Ning met Mu Qingqing's gaze, was stunned for a moment, moved away with interest, and opened his mouth lightly: "If you want to fight, I can't beat you, but there is one thing that you are not as good as me." He looked at Mu Qingqing with a smile, and there was a cynical smile on the corner of his mouth, "I'm good at fighting for my life." ”

At this point, he changed the subject, "So I won't fight you, and you don't look at me like that, I'm a good person now." ”

Mu Qingqing was a little confused when he heard this, and muttered: "I have a sick brain."

"If you want me to say, you can untie me, I won't run."

"You're a prisoner now."

Wang Ning was speechless, thinking that sure enough, women were inexplicable, and they were not slow at their feet, attracting a lot of eyes along the way, most of them were expressionless, but occasionally met a few people with admiration and sympathy.

Probably took him as a fellow believer.

Too many people have died in Hangzhou, most of them are scholars, and Wang Ning also has some admiration for this, of course, it must be another emotion.

Most of those who died died unworthy of death, and they were simply wrapped up in such a torrent, chanting "sacrificing their lives for righteousness", and they died like that. So what Wang Ning really admires is the very few people who know why they died, and those people are truly respectable people.

He walked on the long street, compared to usual, it was too deserted, there were no pedestrians on the street, most of them were soldiers patrolling the city, most of them had just taken their armor from the Hangzhou treasury, and under the weight of the above, it showed a bit of an army.

These people all knew Mu Qingqing, so when they saw her from afar, they all stopped and respectfully got out of the way. Of course, more eyes fell on Wang Ning, who was tied up behind.

Wang Ning's hair was fluffy and ragged, and he couldn't see what he looked like anymore.

Mu Qingqing didn't deliberately torture him, but this is what he should be.

The heads of the people at the gates were rotting, and the buzzing of flies could be heard from afar. walked around the city for a distance, and Wang Ning's ears still seemed to be those voices.

Mu Qingqing said, "That old man's name is Liu Yuan, I heard that he is a famous Confucian in Hangzhou, when we entered the city, this old man led the servants to touch our people, but unfortunately he died soon." His head was cut off and hung there, now stinking. ”

Mu Qingqing said unhurriedly, without looking back, feeling the rope in her hand tightened, she pulled hard, "What you said is certainly reasonable, but it doesn't apply, at least not in this kind of situation, everyone has to die, it depends on how you choose to die." I don't know when I'm going to die, but I know I'm not going to die now, because I have people in my hands and they have knives, and if someone wants me to die, they're going to hack those people to death......"

Wang Ning smiled helplessly, bitter.

Liu Yuan naturally knew that although he had never been an official, he had great prestige among the scholars, and many people in the court today were once his disciples, so it was conceivable what kind of turmoil Liu Yuan's death would brew for the entire new dynasty, Wang Ning understood, and Mu Qingqing also understood.

But apart from death, they don't seem to have a better solution, so Hangzhou will kill for more than ten days in a row, and nearly half of the scholars have been killed.

What was provoked by this was that more people in the city joined in, and Mu Qingqing and the others could only expand the scope of the massacre.

This is contrary to what they thought in the first place, but what can they do but kill to stop killing?

At least for a short time, this is the only option.

Of course, on the other hand, Maitreya is also trying to direct public opinion to other places, such as the tragic scenes that are being staged in the north.

It's just that under such guidance, more people have become Maitreya to resist.

Mu Qingqing understands this, so she doesn't know how to go for the next few days.

The people in charge of these things also understand.

The two finally stopped in front of a large complex of buildings in the west of the city, and Mu Qingqing dismounted, pointed to the vermilion gate and said, "You stay here first, maybe you can live a few more days."

Wang Ninghu was suspicious, "What do you mean?" ”

"I said, I want to keep the people, no one dares to say anything." Saying that, someone had already come out from inside, took the reins from her hand, and glanced at Wang Ning before leaving.

Wang Ning followed Mu Qingqing into the door, and there was someone waiting in the courtyard, that person was an old man in his fifties, his hair was gray, and the expression on his face was very gentle.

Seeing Mu Qingqing, the old man greeted him, "County Lord, you're back." ”

The joy in the words is indescribable.

Mu Qingqing's face was also a little softer, and he responded, "Fu Bo, you take him to take care of it, and then clean up Xiyuan......

After the order, Mu Qingqingwu walked away and became the shopkeeper.

Wang Ning bowed his hand politely: "There is Lao Fubo."

Fu Bo did not show disgust because Wang Ning was dirty, just like the previous kindness: "Little brother, you come with me."

When Wang Ning took care of herself, Mu Qingqing had already changed into clothes that could relatively reflect her identity as a woman, went out, and got into a carriage and went to the center of the city.

She had to go back to her life, and the reason why she came back and changed her clothes was to give people a sense of "she wants to keep that person".

That's how it should be.

She lifted the corner of the car curtain and looked at the empty street outside, feeling uncomfortable, and even a little suspicious, it was a kind of suspicion of the killing itself by those who were directly involved in the killing, and perhaps it could also be said to be a kind of reflection, her original intention, her return.

These are undoubtedly things that are not understood.

She took over the burden from her father, and it was no longer his survival that she had to think about, and there were many people behind her who depended on her to survive.

However, today, she is a little unsure of the way forward.

She was also wondering if her father's decision was right.

While thinking about it, the carriage stopped, and a voice sounded outside: "It turned out to be the Qingqing County Lord, you go in with me, the Holy Father has been waiting for you for a long time."

This voice was familiar to him, but now he felt a little unfamiliar, thinking that maybe it was really powerful, and many things were no longer the same as they were at the beginning.

After getting out of the car, the man who spoke before looked at her twice, and seemed to feel very strange about her dress today: "Why did the county lord remember to wear women's clothes today?"

Mu Qingqing replied: "If you are a daughter and come to see your father, of course you must have the appearance of a daughter."

said that he smiled for the first time, but the people around him saw it as if they had seen a ghost.

On this day, is it going to change again?

(End of chapter)