Cixi is dead?

It's as easy as dying for.

At the beginning, the power was overwhelming, the power leaned towards the government and the opposition, and the woman who controlled countless lives by one person died like this, in a small yamen.

Countless people couldn't believe it when they heard the news, but that's the truth.

Who killed it?

Su Hongxin.

A martial artist, a martial artist actually killed the Queen Mother of Chaoxi.

Some rejoice, some marvel, some sorrow, grief, and some have strange thoughts......

Outside the gate of the north courtyard, the bloody gas has not yet dispersed, I heard that the man only rushed back and forth on the street to kill several times, from left to right, from right to left, the corpses killed were all over the field, the blood flowed like a river, and the stone crevices and bricks were full of blood and mud, until the qi was exhausted, and the man dragged his seriously injured body away.

The martial arts were in an uproar, the rivers and lakes were in an uproar, the people of the court, and the whole world were shaken when they heard the news.

It's amazing.

And what about the initiators of all this?

......

A sudden snowfall came, as if God wanted to cover up the devastated land, and the heavy snow caught people off guard, and it came much earlier than in previous years.

The sky is full of snow, and the white snowflakes are overwhelming, floating chaotically in the whining cold wind.

It's winter again.

"Ahem......"

A cough rang out in the snow.

This cough was heavier than the previous one, urgent, and heavy, not only coughing, but also phlegm, with blood in the sputum, which was dark red bruises, which was spit on the snow by Su Hongxin.

He carried a knife on his back and a round cloth bag in his hand, tightening the tattered jacket full of holes on his body, and it became more and more unpopular.

These days, he has been on the road, from the capital to Xijing, and then from Xijing to the capital, coming quickly, going in a hurry, just to take one thing, and now, he has taken this thing.

Even if he is seriously injured, even if the world is in turmoil because of this, even if countless people will die because of this, these are no longer important to him now, he just wants to feel no guilt now.

Capital.

Ravaged by foreign powers, the city was already devastated and desolate. On the long street, in the vast snow curtain, there are rare figures, extremely deserted, like a huge tomb, and like a tree, a tree that has been hollowed out and is still breathing.

In the past, countless families in the city, countless dignitaries, and countless wealthy sects were all in this catastrophe, and they became a bubble.

And outside the city, in the suburbs of Beijing, there are already barren graves and mounds, it is said that at night, it is the rabbit and fox infested, and the ghosts cry everywhere, all are lonely ghosts and wild ghosts, and it is difficult to find a place to go.

"Squeak...... Squeak......"

Stepping on the snow on the ground, Su Hongxin carried his baggage, held his hands, and shrunk his neck, walked back and forth on the street, and walked for a long time, only then did he see a tavern with a half-hidden door in a laneway on the side of the street.

But when someone dies, naturally someone lives, the dead are dead, and the living have to continue to live, and as long as their lives are still there, then they have to think about the Fa to live.

"Oh, sir, come on, this little breeze is cold, come in and warm up!"

The owner of the tavern was over the age of six, an old man, and he was alone in the store, and finally saw a guest coming, so he got up and greeted him.

Although the capital has fallen, the Qing court and the coalition forces are already negotiating, and the remaining people, although they are a little more worried about their lives, but fortunately, they have been able to save their lives, and if they live, they naturally have to worry about their livelihoods.

"Jingli was robbed, and you don't say anything about going out to avoid it!"

Su Hongxin picked a seat and sat down, carefully putting away the burden in his hand.

"I'm old, where can I go out, it's better to wait in the capital and die, I don't want to die outside!"

The old man smiled, revealing his notched front teeth.

This is not like reality, as long as you can live, you can go anywhere in the world, for people in this era, the emphasis is on falling leaves and returning to the roots, even if it is death, you have to die in the place where you were born and raised, and you don't want to go anywhere.

Su Hongxin didn't say anything more after listening.

"I took your little shop to do something, and I guess I have to stay up late at night, you see, is this enough?"

He pulled out two dollars.

The old man hurriedly said, "I don't need this!"

Su Hongxin looked at the sky first, and then said, "Take it, you have to prepare me a table of decent wine and food!"

The old man turned around and went to the stove.

The wind and snow outside the door were shaking, and Su Hongxin was sitting quietly drinking alone, waiting for the hour, listening to the wind outside, his eyes flashed.

"I don't know, can I summon it!"

The hour passed.

The old man's hands and feet were very neat, and a plate of side dishes was brought in, and in less than twenty minutes, the table was already full.

"Master, this dish is cold, I'll give you hot heat?"

The boss saw that Su Hongxin was just sitting and didn't move his chopsticks, so he subconsciously greeted.

Su Hongxin shook his head.

"It's okay, I'm going to call three friends, and you can bring me four more bowls of rice!"

When the old man brought the meal, he smiled again: "I'm bothering you to avoid it in the back kitchen, if I don't open my mouth, don't come out, okay?"

The old man nodded, did not refuse, only lit a lamp in the corner of the table, and then turned into the back kitchen, and there was no movement.

The sky outside the door was getting dark, and when there was no light outside, Su Hongxin finally moved his chopsticks, but instead of eating vegetables, he inserted the chopsticks one by one on the heads of the four bowls of rice.

Three bowls were on the table, and one bowl was placed by him at the door, and then he saw a string of bone bells from his bosom and hung it on the corner of the table.

The night snow is blowing and the cold wind is howling.

The "conjuring bell" is already a stirred "jingle bell" that rings non-stop.

Until the cotton curtain hanging at the door suddenly seemed to protrude a blurry human face.

Su Hongxin raised his hand to protect the flame seedlings that suddenly trembled, and said softly: "You who have passed by will find three people for me, and the bowl of rice at the door will be honored!"

For a while, I saw that on the rice bowl under the curtain, it was a hot white steam, and suddenly it was like turning into a thin white silk thread, circling around the two erected bamboo chopsticks, which was very weird.

"Who are you looking for?"

A fluttering voice, as if separated from the wind, rose and fell, with gusts of gloomy wind, swept through the tavern, and the startled lamp sneered and swayed, long and short.

Seeing Su Hongxin take a deep breath, he said: "Big Sword King Five, Qin Shoucheng, and Yanzi Li San, just say, there are old people waiting for them here, please come for a while!"

"Woo, what's the benefit of helping you? You bring us over, a bowl of rice is not enough!"

The ghostly and ghostly voice seemed to hover around Su Hongxin.

Su Hongxin's plain eyes were raised, and there was already an ethereal ghost in front of him, only half of his body remained, full of ghostly spirits, his face was full of blood mist, and half of his head was missing, he was bleeding dirty, and he was looking at him with a pair of dark eyes.

"My surname is Su, and my name is Su Hongxin!"

The ghost's fluttering body froze.

"You are the king of Su Yan, the little one is offended, so let's go!"

Su Hongxin's eyelids trembled.

"It's hard work!"

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