Chapter 47: The Silence of the Lambs

The sun is overwhelming, and it may not be warm

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That man was the same boy who played the drum for her in the Five Kingdoms City that day and helped her climb over the wall to meet Zhao Zhi. How did he end up here?

Suddenly there was a muffled sigh from the earthen wall, which looked so weak. Janeway looked curiously at the source of the sound, and finally saw a living person, she listened with bated breath, and after a while, she heard a faint tapping sound, once, again, regularly and slowly, she took a breath, and cautiously continued to walk towards the earthen wall.

This earthen wall seems to be temporarily fenced, and Janeway can't find the entrance after going around half a circle, and she is in a trance. A door creaked open in front of the side, and she was startled, a silent mansion, suddenly sounded even a trace of weird sound, how could it not give people goosebumps.

She glanced at it, and though the door was open, no one came out, and she boldly asked, "Is there anyone?" ”

No one spoke.

She raised her voice and asked, "Is there anyone there?" I'm ......."

A hoarse voice behind her interrupted her, "You're new here?" ”

She followed the sound and turned her head away. A very emaciated woman stood behind her, her hair in a disheveled bun, wearing a thin dark red robe, with only a haphazard belt tied around her waist, revealing a corner of her belly pocket.

The sound of rice slapping came from nowhere, and suddenly it became louder, knock, knock, knock.

Before Janeway could speak, all the doors opened, and one after another women stood up, as if curious about the question, and they looked at her with dull and complicated eyes.

In such a gloomy and empty mansion, Qi Shengsheng suddenly stood up with so many withered women, with such a strange voice, the situation was extremely strange, and the dense cold hairs on Jian Wei's back all stood up.

The women were still looking at her, her mouth open, and she stammered, "I...... I'm here to deliver the clothes. ”

They resemble a group of puppeteers, stiff and sluggish. A woman in a dark green shirt giggled, her voice was sharp and harsh, Janeway couldn't help but take a step back, and the green woman was even happier, shouting, "You're here to summon me." ”

Janeway hurriedly replied: "It's not 'looking' for you. I'm here to deliver the clothes. ”

After she finished speaking, the woman suddenly pouted, she stood halfway, looked at Janeway sideways, as if thinking about something, and said hatefully: "Then you must be here to compete for favor, aren't you, aren't you?" ”

Janeway was sure it was a difficult lunatic, and she wanted to get out of the backyard, but the women were in her way. In such a scene that only exists in horror movies, she took a breath, calmed down, and asked the woman in red in front of her: "May I ask my sister, who should I give these clothes to?" ”

The madman in green was already about to pounce, and the woman in red glanced at her, as if she was melancholy and dazed, and said to herself: "Yes, it's time to make clothes, winter is coming." ”

As soon as these words came out, the madwoman in green immediately changed her face, and she took a breath and trembled and shouted: "Winter! Winter! It's all gone, it's all gone......" shouted as he turned around and ran back to his room.

The sound of rice stopped at the sound of the voice, and it was from the room where the door had just opened.

An old female voice called out, "Come in." ”

Jian Wei nodded at the woman in red with the clothes, and ran in as if she had escaped.

When she entered, she was immediately stunned, and in the room sat an old woman of about fifty years old, and in front of her was a stone spoon, in which there was already some rice, but this woman had a strange life, but she had no nose and ears. She calmly responded to Janeway's inquiring gaze and beckoned to her with a hand with only three fingers, "Sit down." ”

Jian Wei didn't know how long she held her breath when she entered the door, and finally her head was a little congested, and she finally came back to her senses, and found that she was staring at others so rudely. hurriedly apologized and explained the intention.

Handing the fabric to the old woman, she took a few steps back and took her leave.

At this time, there was no one on the porch, as if it had just been his hallucination.

She remembered the old woman's explanation: "It's just that when I first came to the Northland, I didn't adapt to the climate here, and I scared the girl."

Shangjing is a bitter cold place, and it snows heavily for half a year. In extreme winters, temperatures are tens of degrees below zero. The Jin Kingdom is still in its infancy, and the material conditions really need to be improved.

After the nobles of the Northern Song Dynasty were captured and went north, the reigning Shizong ordered them to be given five liters of barnyard every month, five bundles of hemp, their own rice, and their own weaving, but these originally pampered aristocratic women how to do these rough jobs, not to mention those sons and uncles who were not diligent and did not distinguish between grains and grains.

In the winter of that year, many people did not have enough clothes and quilts, and they were too cold to stand up, so some people braved the cold to pick up dead branches and firewood and grass to come back to make a fire to keep warm, but as soon as it was cold and hot, after repeated times, the frozen fingers, noses and ears fell raw. It's a nightmare that can't be woken up from.

In winter, even if the sun is shining, the city is biting cold. When the brief spring of that year came, many people disappeared, with cries of mutilation and anguish.

She walked with cold hands and feet, and a man's voice came from the vestibule behind her, and she subconsciously stood still and listened carefully, it turned out to be a few guards noisily asking a woman in a violent room.

Janeway hurriedly hid in the bushes under the porch. Definitely not a good thing. She thought.

Lan Congjiu stood in front of the hall, and Yan Liang hesitated: "Are you sure you just saw her?" ”

Lan Congjiu replied: "That day, Miss Zhao sang a song that was the best in Su Ge, and the little one would never hear it wrong, although her appearance is a little different now, but the voice of the person cannot be changed." ”

"Something different?"

"The little girl Zhao seems to have been punished, and her face is full of bruises."

"Bruises! ......" Wan Yanliang's brows furrowed.

"Miss Zhao is here to deliver fabrics, but I think it's not caused by the people in this Huanyi Academy."

Wan Yanliang's face softened slightly, and said, "She is not Zhao Yun, don't call her that in the future." ”

"Yes. So, what should the little one be called? ”

“…… Just call her. ”

The guards looked around, asked Mama Su, the director of the backyard, and learned that Jian Wei had left, so he went to restore his life.

Wan Yanliang listened to the answer and asked, "Do you know where this palace maid is?" ”

A guard with a ruffian face hurriedly stepped forward and replied: "Back to the little prince, the lady of this harem always has some unused clothes to reward, and she didn't ask in detail." ”

After seeing that Yan Liang was so attentive to Jian Wei, he remembered the palm he pushed her, according to Yan Liang's usual methods, he felt a little chill in his heart, and the search was just a formality, he prayed that the harem was so big, and besides, it was in a place like the violent room, he shouldn't be able to find it.

Wan Yan Liang pondered for a while and went down the steps, followed by Lan Congjiu.

He walked straight to the other side.

The blue brick pavement, the chrysanthemum road, this is the road to the Yongshou Palace.

Janeway hid for a while, making sure there was no sound before leaning out, she looked around, quickly exited the way she came, and a singing voice that seemed to come out from behind the earthen wall, she shivered, and her whole body was cold, and she hurriedly ran out.

The outside of the Huanyi courtyard was already empty, the sun was setting, and the cool breeze was blowing.