Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

The assassin didn't see me.

I have lost my words, just waiting alone in the silence, watching the blood on the ground slowly turn crimson, and the broken body lying in the blood slowly harden and become cold.While waiting, I even forgot the passage of time. I don't know how long it took, and finally someone came.

This time the footsteps were not the wind blowing, but heavy and messy iron hooves, accompanied by conversations and screams, the tragedy that happened in the East Palace was finally noticed.

I walked out of the temple and saw that my home was surrounded by people. I recognized the clothes of some people. They were the inspectors of Yushitai. They were talking about how assassins got into the tight palace gate, and how Get away without a trace.

Their faces were ugly, and they were very angry. They called the defenders to the courtyard to correct them, and even beheaded several centurions on the spot.The servants who heard the chaos were frightened by the blood spattered on the spot, and fled in all directions.

At that time, I was wearing Xiaosu’s rough clothes, unkempt, and no one could recognize me. I was mixed in the ranks of servants, and I saw the bodies of my brother and parents lying under the courtyard wall, as cold and miserable as Aunt Lan’s. .

I gave them one last look, turned and fled out the palace gate.

I finally crossed this high wall, however, the outside world is not what I want.

Anyi City is burning.

The fire started from the direction of the general's mansion, and the fire rushed to the sky, spreading along the clouds, lighting up the deep night sky, and the city seemed to be covered by a pool of fire.The defenders were running on the street, leaving behind the sound of clashing weapons, and the fleeing civilians squatted by the side of the road, lowering their heads and not daring to make a sound.When I passed between them, I could only hear the suppressed cries of children and the painful groans of old people. Every small sound was magnified countless times by the scorching fire, which made me terrified.

I walked through the market, mixed into the barracks of the Zhenbei Army, and finally settled in a stable.

There lived a number of boys in the stables, most of them my age, and they were stable boys who fed the war horses.They were chattering about how many officers and lords had been caught and beheaded tonight, and that a new lord would be in office tomorrow.

Their words gave me an idea, and I cut off my long hair to pretend to be one of them.Waiting for the review of the new master.

Although the barracks were dirty and chaotic, at least there was food and accommodation. For the 12-year-old me, it was an ideal place to live.I hid my identity, made up a false name, hid in the barracks, and waited for the storm to subside.

During the day, I worked with the horses like everyone else. At night, I lay in the haystack that smelled like horse manure. Thinking of that day, my heart was gripped by fear, and I couldn’t sleep all night.

I lost my loved one overnight, I was alone, with no one to depend on, and I barely wanted to live.But the faces of Aunt Lan and Xiao Su appeared in front of my eyes in turn, telling me that my life was bought by them, and I was not qualified to die.

The turmoil in the capital quickly subsided, and my uncle, King Yuchang, replaced the prince as the commander-in-chief of the Zhenbei Army.

The Northern Expedition will continue.

On the day of the expedition, the emperor's uncle led people to review the army, and the lieutenants and military advisers who followed him were all unfamiliar faces.I hid in the crowd and almost rushed out.The imperial grandfather is still alive, and I am still his granddaughter, Princess Ping'an of the Dayu Kingdom. As long as I show up, I will definitely be blessed and end this endless torture.

But I immediately remembered the indifferent look of the emperor's uncle, and the assassin with footsteps like the wind.

At that time, I vaguely understood that my father's death was not simple, and surviving was the only hope to find out the truth.So I just smeared more plaster on my face, hoarse my throat, and made my look more impeccable.

I followed the brand-new army to the north, and what awaited me would be the battlefield.

Although it is a battlefield, my job is just to feed horses, not to face the enemy directly.Most of the dead people I have seen are mutilated and bloody. They all returned from the battlefield, some have become hard and black, and some still have a breath, enduring several days and nights of torture before dying .Their painful groans are like mosquitoes and flies in late autumn, lingering in my ears.

When I looked at them, I thought of Aunt Lan, Xiao Su, my parents and elder brother, no matter how decent and brilliant they were in life, they were all ugly and humble when they died.

The Great Wall of the Northern Wilderness is like a wall made of ice and snow, which is countless times higher than the palace wall that I regard as a natural moat.It stands at the end of the world, like a white blade, cutting the gloomy world of northern Xinjiang into two halves.

On the other side of the Northern Wilderness Great Wall, there will always be a crimson fire shining in the sky. It is the sky fire, and I have never seen its real appearance.

Some say it tumbled from the top of the mountain, burning everything it passed.

Others said that it was the nine stars falling to the ground, a harbinger of the coming collapse of the world, and the barbarians dug up the impregnable Great Wall and invaded Yu State in order to avoid them.

In any case, the Zhenbei Army pacified most of the border chaos. Except for the dead buried under the ice and snow, the survivors gradually withdrew to the Central Plains with good news to welcome their own glory and wealth.

But there are still defenders left behind, and I am one of them. I stayed in northern Xinjiang for three years, and I lived with horse dung-smelling haystacks and cold dead people all day long.

The longer the defenders stayed, the more eager they were to make contributions. Finally, in order to chase down a fallen enemy army, our general led us across the city gate and chased us all the way to the opposite side of the Great Wall of the Northern Wilderness.

This terrible mistake finally ruined our future.

The general underestimated the ferocity of the barbarians.As soon as the team left the city gate, they encountered a long-planned ambush.For our own safety, the defenders behind us ordered the door to be sealed and never opened again. We were left alone in the barren land waiting to die.

That was my first time confronting barbarians.

They were born with different skin colors and faces from ours. They were rough and fierce. They followed each other, as if driven by a primitive and savage force, brandishing the weapons in their hands without fear.

There are also some wizards among them, who can drive witchcraft and sorcery to confuse the enemy, just like Yaoxian did, but even more rough and mysterious. They use musical instruments cut out of human bones, such as flutes, There are strings and drums. It is a strange ceremony, as if singing death with life.

Without the spiritual defense of the Great Wall of the Northern Wilderness, there are secluded swamps everywhere, and their power is extremely strong.The strange thing is that their music is not fierce, but sad and sad, like accusation, like crying, inspiring, I can only hear a few words in it, singing——"To never turn back, to regret There is no end."

Could it be that they want to go home too?

Hunger, cold, pain, and extreme sadness gradually erode people's sanity. Our army fell into despair, more and more people died, and those who survived lost their fighting spirit and became ashen, like walking dead.

The general's death was the final straw that crushed us to pieces.

The soldiers threw off their helmets and armor and ran away in a hurry, but what awaited them was the icy Great Wall, which, like a blade, separated life from death and trapped them forever in the quagmire of death.

At that time, like this moment, it was also the winter season. Every day, the sun only hovered near the horizon for a moment and a half before sinking back into the ground, leaving the earth to the endless night.

The cold moon is in the sky, and there is a red light near the northern horizon, which is the sky fire in the fable.

Sometimes the sky fire is far away, but sometimes it seems to be rolling in my ears, as if it wants to burn my internal organs into ashes.

I know that I am sick, I have hallucinations in the fever, everyone around me is sick, food and grass have long been exhausted, people gradually give up hope of life, integrity and reason in their last days, and finally, they become crazy, He began to vent his only remaining and most primitive desires.

It was then that I first learned how far man can sink when he loses hope.

A dying man will do anything cruel to seek a moment of pleasure.There were no women in the barracks, so they started with the stable boys in the stables.They have swords in their hands, and they used to hold them proudly, vowing to expel the barbarians and defend their countrymen, but now, they put the knives on the necks of their compatriots.

The stable boys have endured hunger and fatigue for a long time, their bodies are weak and weak, like straw, how can they withstand the swords of the warriors.

I saw with my own eyes that they stripped a boy naked, pounced on him like a wolf, bit his lips, gnawed his neck, and pulled his legs apart.

When he died, the inside of his thigh was bleeding continuously, and he was discarded in the ice and snow. His thin limbs were twisted into strange shapes, like the dead cubs of livestock.

He was torn apart by his own people in the most brutal ways, and I am about to face the same fate.

What's more frightening is that my secret will also be exposed.