Chapter 1: Perdition
Nanjiang is dead.
The snow fell in the lonely Chang'an City, and the candles on the side of the street reflected the long street covered with snow, and the people with their feet and ragged clothes tended to move step by step.
They are all nobles of Nanjiang Kingdom, Nanjiang was destroyed by Da Liang, and they once became the lowest prisoners.
Jiang Wu followed the team, her pale and wounded little face was ruthlessly swept by the wind and frost, and her white wrists and ankles were ground out of blood and fell on the snow, bright red and dazzling.
They were led to a splendid courtyard, where several men dressed in brocade sat and drank in a spacious pavilion, and when they saw them, each of them had a playful smile on their faces.
"It's been boring for so many days, and it's finally fun."
Jiang Wu and his party were pushed to the center, her curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and when she saw five or six bows and arrows facing them, she was startled, and her eyes shrank fiercely.
"Whoever survives our crossbows will be rewarded!"
There were five or six arrows and crossbows, and each of them was handcuffed and shackled, and his body was covered in bruises, and it was even more difficult to survive from these arrows and crossbows than to ascend to the sky!
Jiang Wu's little hands were tightly twisted together, and his bright eyes were overflowing with deep fear.
Laughing playfully, suddenly!
Boom! A sharp arrow slashed past Jiang Wu's ear like the wind! There was a wail behind her, and she turned her head to see the little girl behind her who had fallen to the ground with an arrow, spitting blood from her mouth and dying.
Without waiting for Jiang Wu to think about it any more, two more sharp arrows attacked, Jiang Wu's eyes widened, and he stumbled sideways to avoid the sharp arrows.
The moment the arrow slashed, the green silk of her temples was cut off, and if she avoided it more slowly, it would pierce her head!
She had no choice, but such an empty dodge was not a good solution.
Jiang Wu stumbled and dodged the sharp arrow, and more and more people around her fell, suddenly, she looked sideways, and her gaze fell on the man not far away, the man was half-leaning and drinking wine, his eyes were half-open and half-closed.
Jiang Wu stood just now and glanced at him casually, and he had an impression of this man, and when everyone laughed, he was the only one, looking innocent and lacking desire.
A plan, in Jiang Wu's mind, she turned around, and her whole body blocked in front of the man.
Jiang Wu turned her back, and the moment she turned around to block it, the man suddenly opened his eyes.
Exclamations, wails, and whispers filled the gazebo and resounded in the empty courtyard.
I don't know how long it took for everything around me to calm again.
Everywhere, there were countless corpses, and blood stained the brick floor of the pavilion.
The cold wind blew and fell on Jiang Wu's little face splashed with blood.
She was the only one who survived the arrows.
……
Jiang Wu was taken to a dilapidated firewood house, where many people were locked up, everyone was like her, with shackles on their hands and feet, and a bunch of people were crowded into the small, dilapidated firewood house, like livestock.
"Xiao Wu?"
Jiang Wu instinctively turned her head, and the girl saw her eyes light up and was excited, "Xiao Wu, it's really you, you're still alive." ”
Jiang Wu knew the girl, and the two met on the way to Da Liang, the girl was Nan Jiang's noble daughter, called Lianyin, and Jiang Wu was about the same age.
"Hmm." Jiang Wu muffled.
The girl sat down beside Jiang Wu, her face filled with despair and fear, "Many people are dead, I don't know what will happen to us after that......"
Jiang Wu's face changed slightly, his eyes trembled slightly, at this time their lives were like ants, and no one knew whether they would be slaves or death in the future.
With a squeak, the door of the firewood room was opened, and the dazzling light shone in through the gap, Jiang Wu subconsciously squinted and looked at the person who walked in.