Chapter 137: The Red Face Will Fall

The crimson color of the ground solidified on the surface, like a layer of lacquer, even if it was drizzling at the moment, it did not dilute it half a minute.

The fire has not been extinguished.

They are like maggots attached to the bones, wrapped around the remains of houses.

After devouring an entire piece of their home as fuel, their arrogance cooled down, leaving only a little fire, and they did not let go.

Chen Baichuan held his long sword and looked at this scene like hell on earth in despair.

Is it a nightmare?

Where are the bare-ass boys frolicking on the straw pile at the entrance of the village? The old man who occupies a small piece under the mulberry tree is finally generous today? Aunt Wang shouldn't scold him on the street?

Every inch of the familiar scene in my memory was burned by a fire, and the people in the scene were still there, but they were lying on the ground naughtily, refusing to get up no matter how Chen Baichuan shouted.

"I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for you. If I hadn't provoked that bastard, you wouldn't have suffered this catastrophe. I swear that I will kill you! ”

Draw your sword and look around, wielding the wind and cutting the rain.

Chen Baichuan vented his anger and guilt in every sword he slashed out, and frantically slashed at the air. Half a day later, he came to his senses and left the place.

I can't say where the enemy hides and waits for the rabbit, and if you stay for a while, there will be more danger.

After being arrested and imprisoned in the mountains outside the royal capital, I don't know what Zhiniang thought of to steal the beams and change the pillars, so that Chen Baichuan could escape. I don't know if the aftermath of this incident is calm, and what will happen to her?

Thinking of this, Chen Baichuan's heart ached, and the fate of Weaver Niang was actually controlled by others. He wants to recapture the weaver and avenge the villagers. Both of these wishes point to the same path, kill the Emperor Weichong!

Judging from the people who inquired about the tavern, Emperor Wei Chong was moody, and he vividly interpreted the four words of Emperor Wei and unpredictable. Since his accession to the throne, the number of casualties among the ministers of the royal capital who abdicated the throne is innumerable. It's just that the power of the Great Qi royal family is as strong as an iron bucket, and the ministers of that class don't even dare to complain.

I am afraid that the way of using the contradiction between the monarch and the minister may not work, after all, the king of Great Qi is the base camp of prestige, and his prestige is deeply imprinted in the entire city.

The river is blowing and the wind is blowing, and in the distance is the trumpet shouted by the fishermen on the riverside, and the sunset is wantonly sprinkled on the bow of the boat, and a piece of gold fragments jumps.

Chen Baichuan sat on the riverbank, taking in the grand scenery at dusk, but he was not in the mood to appreciate it.

The blood stains on his arms were dried in the wind, and his head was still a puddle of paste, and all kinds of ideas were mixed together and difficult to solve, but none of them had the idea to keep the clouds open and see the moon to fight their way out of the encirclement.

It is almost impossible to make an enemy of a country's monarch on its own, especially when the country is free from internal to external problems.

In the painting scene of the fishing boat singing at night, Chen Baichuan felt that all the strength in his body had been hollowed out, and he couldn't wait to plunge into the surging river, so that the endless Jiang Tao rushed to his brain.

After dusk came night, and everyone seemed to hear the same trumpet, and put away the tired work of the day and went home.

The night seems to be a world of insects, and all kinds of music are played from the canopy grass to form a grand symphony. In this concert under the moonlight, Chen Baichuan seems to be the only one in the audience.

They caught up.

At night, the surface of the river is pitch black, and the waves are not visible to the naked eye. Fortunately, the sound of the waves crashing against the reef on the shore reminds those on the shore that this river can swallow life.

Chen Baichuan jumped forward, and his half-bent waist drew a beautiful arc in the air.

He sat by the river for half a day, but he was not only sad and sad.

This location is a good place to escape, and if you roll in the water for a while, you can touch the side of a fishing boat docked nearby.

Going down the turbulent river, the other party is riding the wind, and I am afraid that I will not even be able to see my shadow for a while. However, this is also a risky move, Chen Baichuan can take the first step, or get into the mountains and forests.

But he still chose that leap.

After all, it's refreshing.

………………

The wind is blowing on the face, and the chilling meaning is very winter.

The people in the streets clung to their clothes and hurried their steps, and it was not appropriate to wander outside in such a windy day.

At the table in the corner of the tavern at the end of the street, a strange customer came.

From sitting in that position early in the morning, to now, except for the reincarnation of grains, I don't move my buttocks. Fortunately, he served wine and food, and the reward for Xiao Er was not ambiguous, and the store thought that there were not many customers on a windy day, so he came.

Who else could that weirdo be besides Chen Baichuan who was dressed up in disguise?

He tried his best to finally get past the search of the city gate and enter the capital of the Great Qi King. When he first came, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion, even if the Daheng Imperial Capital was inferior to this prosperous royal capital, the Daheng Imperial Capital would lose a little style.

Daqi is worthy of Daqi.

Sitting in this wine shop all day long, the purpose is to find out the news, and when he enters the royal capital, his eyes are black, and the distinction between east and west, north and south is not very clear, not to mention that he wants to sneak into the harem of Emperor Wei Chong to rescue Zhiniang.

Sitting next to them are three big men, judging from their chins full of beards, and scolding their mothers when they open their mouths and close their mouths, they are the so-called Jianghu people of Daqi.

"His grandmother's, have you heard about that?" The bearded man who spoke grabbed the yellow-skinned chicken leg in his hand and asked the two accomplices in a mocking manner.

It seems that the gossip psychology of these Jianghu men is no worse than that of their mother-in-law, and they took the bait without hesitation.

"What's the matter, you don't pretend to be garlic, what kind of brother is hiding it, if there is any interesting thing, pour it out quickly."

The bearded man took a bite of the chicken thigh, and his beard was covered with grease. After drinking a bowl of liquor less than twenty degrees, his rough black face flushed triumphantly, and then he said mysteriously:

"Did you hear that, a few days ago, there was a lady in the palace who ran against Emperor Wei Chong in order to steal a man, Emperor Wei Chong's face was black, like coal in the mountains, and I asked the shameless lady at that time, let her pick one, that lady didn't know whether to live or die, and ruined the last chance to save her life in public. It is said that just today, the lady will be executed. ”

His accomplices didn't believe everything.

"Pull it down, you kid can be well informed about the news in the palace?"

"You don't know this, my family's pork is sold to the palace, and the eunuch who came to get the meat this morning said it himself, can this be fake? This matter has long been in an uproar in the palace, and the two of you don't know it. ”

"Hey you kid......"

They were chatting happily, when they suddenly heard the neighbor drinking and smashing the glass, and turned to see that the man had already snatched the door and could not see a shadow.

What a weirdo!