In early spring, the temperature in the northland is really cold, especially in the mountains.

The sun had not yet fully risen, and the mountain trails were filled with a thick fog.

The fog was so thick that the breeze that came out of your hand could stir up a whirlpool in it.

Once a wood-carrying trail, it has been abandoned for many years and is almost indistinguishable from the mountain animal trail.

Usually few people come and few people know about this path.

The son of the leader surnamed Deng once shouldered the responsibility of encircling and suppressing wild beasts in the mountains.

Twice a year, he must lead the hunters in the village to hunt and kill wild beasts, so as to maintain a certain number of animals in the village, so as not to endanger the civilians and delay farming.

That's how he learned about the path that led to the main house.

A few years ago, he often took his bow and arrows up the mountain to hunt and climb the treetops to look out in the direction of the mansion.

He saw with his own eyes that the massive complex had come into existence from nothing.

In a barren open space, buildings with carved pillars and walls are gradually built, and the pavilions are connected by corridors, and when the morning mist rises, it is like floating clouds.

He couldn't imagine what it would be like to live in a house like that.

He was born and raised in a hut and thatched hut.

Even if he tried his best to fantasize about it, he couldn't imagine what kind of stable and comfortable life the people living in the mansion would live.

However, the mansion never waited for its owner, and it was so empty.

Even if more people outside freeze to death in the melon cow house.

The luxurious mansion surrounded by hot spring water, and the warm and comfortable mansion with flourishing flowers and trees in winter, is still empty waiting for the distant owner to arrive one day.

People like them are not even allowed to set foot in the confines of the main house.

He had no choice but to walk up the trail for two hours to the top of the mountain, and when the morning came, he climbed up to the treetops and peeked at a distance.

That gorgeous mansion was like a dream that he couldn't reach in his life.

If there is no such person.

He doesn't do what he thinks, he just goes about his life, he goes on to give birth to offspring in the hut, and then he dies without complaining.

But fate, let him see the light.

As long as you touch the light, you will never be willing to return to the darkness.

He led the way for the lady who came to the village to hunt, and the first time he saw such a beautiful and flying woman, he didn't even dare to raise his head, for fear that his pickles would pollute her sight.

However, perhaps because of this talented and majestic physique, he won the favor of Xuan Niangzi.

For the first time, he was able to step on the polished, spotless floor of the main house.

He was pushed into the tub by the maids with a sneering and contemptuous gaze, and washed clean like a wild dog.

Then, in the spacious and luxurious bedroom, in addition to not being allowed to seize Yuan Hong, he and Xuan Niangzi did almost all the things that a husband and wife could do.

It was the happiest night of his life, and he lay on the soft and wide bed, and the mattress and silk quilt under him were all treasures worth a hundred gold.

The dark fragrance floats in the room, and in her arms is the delicate skin of Xuan Niangzi, who is afraid of being broken when touched.

For a moment, he felt that he was the owner of this mansion.

From that day on.

The seeds of restlessness are planted in the bottom of my heart, and slowly sprout in the nourishment of unwillingness, jealousy, and anger.

When he learned that there had been a great change in the Northland, Gongsun Chan was defeated, and the original owner of the Lone Bamboo Manor died in the flames of Yijing, the restless shoots in his heart instantly swelled into towering trees.

Even if it was later learned that the owner of the Lone Bamboo Manor was still alive and had come to Lingzhi.

The tree did not break and wither.

What has already been bred cannot be eliminated.

For his father, it was already an ambition for him to be able to break away from his lowly status and become a small official in the Lingzhi City.

But for him, getting out of the lowly status was only the first step.

He wants to be like Gongsun Chan, the owner of the manor.

I want to live in such a luxurious house, and I want to hold a delicate person like Xuan Niangzi in my arms and love it wantonly, without being careless and flattering, and I have scruples everywhere.

He knew that in Xuan Niangzi's heart, he was only afraid that he was no different from insects and ants, and that he was no different from an object she placed in the house.

Objects can make her life easier, and he can bring her pleasure.

Both are usable, and the rest of the differences are not that big.

But he doesn't mind, only when people are useful can they have the value of living.

Just like he also knows, Xuan Niangzi has always liked handsome, tall and strong men, and even the leaders of the guards around her have something to do with her.

But he was not jealous, and even he himself was only a latecomer.

Behind him, there was the heavy breath of Sima Chen, who was accompanying him, and they led the horse together and walked on the winding path in the mountains.

The path was full of sharp rocks and thorns, and branches of trees stretched from the side.

The horses, carrying the oil and leather sacs, had to stop every now and then to make a path for the horses with their bare hands.

This kind of physical exertion is really unbearable for the Sima surnamed Chen who came to Lingzhi.

Although Sima surnamed Chen is the leader of Gongsun Xuan's personal guards, he can only get this responsibility because of his outstanding military strength, but in the end there is a difference between him and people who walk in the mountains all year round.

He gasped a little tiredly, and looked at the leader in front of him, who was still sturdy and upright.

Xuan Niangzi invited others and entered the boudoir, how could he not know?

But being mentioned in person like that still made him ashamed and annoyed.

He just wanted to complete the task as soon as possible and return to Lingzhi City, and leave this place far away.

As if hearing him gasp, the son of the leader surnamed Deng turned his head and smiled: "Sima Chen, you should work harder!" ”

"Behind the boulder in front, there is a narrow mountain road, which is very difficult to walk, I don't know if Chen Sima can withstand it."

Sima surnamed Chen snorted coldly, not as angry as the fool of the villager, arguing with others.

For him, although the person in front of him made him feel uncomfortable, he was not an object worthy of special attention.

It's just a lowly part.

Seeing that he couldn't provoke the anger of this Sima surnamed Chen, the son of the leader surnamed Deng became a little angry himself.

Not being able to argue is not always a good thing, and in some cases, it means that he is not being looked down upon.

The trail is winding and difficult, sometimes slightly open and sometimes extremely narrow, and is right next to a large rock, and the narrow dirt road is almost sideways for one person to walk on, and the horses have to be watched.

The son of the leader surnamed Deng grabbed the halter of a horse and dragged the reluctant horse up a hill.

Suddenly, he looked at a newly broken branch on the side of the road and froze.

On the side of the narrow road, a branch the thickness of the index finger was broken, and he lay on the side of the road, and in addition to the newly stained dewdrops, a drop of extremely fresh milky white slurry came out of the fracture, which had obviously just been broken.

The son of the leader surnamed Deng raised his head and looked around, which was the narrowest part of the path.

It is flanked on both sides by boulder rocks, and this trail is interspersed with them.

His scalp tingled suddenly.

He was the most familiar with this trail among the people, and there was obviously something more on the rocks on both sides of the trail at this time.

"Someone!"

The son of the leader surnamed Deng suddenly shouted, and while calling him, he hid himself behind his horse.

With a shout from him, as if activated, many archers suddenly appeared on the boulders on both sides

Countless feathered arrows were shot from all directions, although the accuracy and strength were a little worse, but they were enough to deal with these people who were crowded on the sheep farm path and could not advance or retreat.

The black and thin man who spied on Gongsun Yan's team before, the yellow horse he was leading pierced several arrows, ran wildly on the path, knocked down and trampled several people.

This black and thin man was thrown to the ground directly by the galloping horse, and several feather arrows were pierced on his body in an instant.

Sima Chen, surnamed Chen, was much more alert than these sluggish subordinates, and when the mutation suddenly occurred, he let go of the reins in his hand and ran straight back.

However, as the most well-dressed person in the team, he naturally enjoyed more attention.

A feathered arrow of very different strength and accuracy flew and plunged directly into his vest.

Then another one hit the popliteal fossa of the leg directly.

The sharp arrows instantly bit into the flesh and drilled out of the cracks.

Sima, surnamed Chen, let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground.

Xia Houlan stood on the mountain rock, put away her longbow, and reached out to pluck the blades of grass from her hair, while hooking the corners of her lips.

He seems to be good at archery lately.

After two rounds of arrow rain, the troops brought by Xiahoulan also put away their bows and picked up their spears, and surrounded them together with the people who were ambushed on the mountain road.

Xia Houlan didn't know who was in the team on this trip, and shot down the one with the best clothes, and relaxed a little.

He didn't know that the man he had used as his guide was another key player in the operation, so he didn't notice that the man was hiding under the horse and dodging the arrows.

When the rain of arrows subsided, the man was agile like an ape and emerged from the gap between the horse's carcass and the rocks, and scurried straight into the forest.

The son of the leader surnamed Deng struggled to escape in the mountains and forests.

He didn't know what was wrong, but he knew that the matter was revealed and he had to flee immediately!

Without the horses and the troops, he fled back several times faster than he had come.

His father and son have also saved up some money in recent years, and he can just take it with him and leave here.

Going to run to Xuan Niangzi?

No, the running youth immediately rejected such an idea.

Even if he is intimately entangled with Xuan Niangzi in the boudoir, but such an incident is exposed, and he has only a dead end.

You should run farther and farther away!

Hearing about the Great War in the Central Plains, he may go to join the army and fight for a future!

The young man deliberately ignored his father's family in every scheming in his heart.

When he fled all the way to the exit of the path, he seemed to see the dawn, and his eyes burst with hope.

However, a spear pierced from a diagonal thorn cut off all hope and hope for the future.

The sharp tip of the spear plunged into his shoulder blade, picking him up and throwing him flying to the ground.

Before he even felt pain, his body was already flying in the air, and then he hit the ground heavily.

The young man, who barely raised his head from the ground, saw a man holding a spear and walking slowly towards him.

The light in his eyes dimmed violently, and the young man surnamed Deng lay quietly on the ground and slowly closed his eyes.

Such a premeditated sacrifice with the blood and fire of countless people finally stopped at the beginning.