I can't die

Hong Tianguifu left in such a hurry. In the vast but not dark night, raging fires broke out everywhere in Tianjing City, reflecting the thousand-year-old Jinling ancient city like daytime.

"Lingfei, let's go! Let's go quickly!" At this time, the old bustard grabbed Lingfei's hand and dragged her from the bank to the painting boat: "If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about firewood. Before the Qing soldiers Come in, if you don't leave, you won't be able to leave."

The waterway of the Qinhuai River is directly connected to the Nanjing-Hangzhou water system of the Yangtze River, and it can go directly to other places downstream. As long as it escapes today's siege and is not affected, it doesn't matter who will be the emperor tomorrow, as long as it survives, won't the business be done?

Hearing the sound of fighting in the distance, Lingfei was dazed in a daze, but finally turned around and bowed to the old bustard:

"Lingfei won't leave, Lingfei is going to find the young master."

The old bustard heard Lingfei's words, and she was very excited, but she also knew that King Zhong had redeemed Lingfei before, and Lingfei was no longer a prostitute.

"Do you know that the Qing soldiers have already entered Tianjing City, and the members of the Hong family are all rebellious officials and thieves. If you go here, you will die!"

The old bustard looked at the overwhelmed girl in front of her, and saw an unprecedented firmness in her eyes.It's like a moth knowing that the fire is ahead but still desperate.

"Lingfei begs my mother to help me."

Lingfei still bowed and knelt on the ground, and bowed to the old bustard: "Since Lingfei didn't enter the teaching workshop, it is all thanks to her mother's care. Now, Lingfei begs her one last time, but asks her to be fulfilled."

Lingfei was alone as a weak woman, if the old bustard were reluctant to part with her as a cash cow, it would be normal to force Lingfei to leave when the loyal king Hong Tianguifu lost power.It's just that the old bustard heard Lingfei's words so much, but sighed silently, as if remembering the last fate of all famous prostitutes since ancient times, the tenderness of being a woman surged into her heart: "Forget it, daughter, if you really want to do this , Mom doesn’t force you either. Since ancient times, women have been so miserable, I just hope that you don’t want to follow in the footsteps of your ancestors.”

Li Shishi, Chen Yuanyuan, these are celebrities and beauties through the ages, but who can say that their fate is good?In the end, it just ended up as a beautiful woman.

Lingfei heard the old bustard's words, and kowtowed three times to the old bustard: "Mother's kindness, Lingfei will repay it in the next life."

After finishing speaking, Lingfei got up from the ground, lifted her skirt and quickly ran towards the city of Tianjing.

In the chaotic city of Tianjing, the streets were already full of people fleeing with their belongings, and there were even Taiping Army soldiers preparing to defect. If Lingfei, a stunning beauty, walked on the road normally, she would attract countless people to watch. It's just that nowadays, how can anyone have the leisure to see beauties?

Lingfei ran against the flow of people, the pink skirt was also covered with mud, and the emerald jewels on her head made a crisp sound, as if she was singing the courageous love of this woman.

Lingfei didn't know how long he had been running, but he could only hear the sound of fighting in the distance getting closer and closer, and the Heavenly King's Mansion was finally within sight.

Arrived!Arrived!

Seeing the Heavenly King's Mansion very close at hand, Lingfei had a beautiful smile on her face, and she rushed over without caring about the people at the gate of the Heavenly King's Mansion.At this time in the Heavenly King's Mansion, the servants had been frightened for a long time, and they all packed up their things and ran outside, but in the Golden Dragon Palace, there were only three generals squatting in front of the main hall, guarding Hong Tianguifu.

"Young Master! The Heavenly King has died protecting the country. We will respect the Heavenly King's last order to assist the Young Master. Please follow us to break through the siege."

Hong Tiangui was sitting on the golden dragon chair that Hong Xiuquan once made, looking at the three generals below.Father is already dead. .Yes.Hong Xiuquan himself was not very tough, he should have led the army to fight, how could he be safe and sound?

"You take my older sister and younger brother and leave. I am the young master, and the Qing court will not give up hunting me down. If I stay, Shang Hai can save his sister and brother a chance."

"Young master!"

The general shouted again.Unexpectedly, Hong Tianguifu seemed to have made up his mind, and waved his hand: "I've made up my mind, there's no need to persuade me anymore. Take my sister and brother away quickly. I'll come and finish."

"Young master! Think twice! I must not leave the young master behind!"

"Do you want to resist the decree! Go away!"

Hong Tianguifu let out an angry roar, scolding everyone, using all his strength.At this point, the generals saw that Hong Tianguifu had made up his mind, so they could only obey the order and lead their own soldiers to escort the other bloodlines of the Hong family to break out of the encirclement.Hong Tianguifu was the only one left in the entire Golden Dragon Hall.

The empty Golden Dragon Palace has lost its former glory, and the silk and satin hanging on the windows are torn to the ground at this time, not to mention the gold cups and silver chopsticks used for banquets in the past. It was stolen by people from the escape palace.

There was a sound of footsteps in the empty Golden Dragon Hall, Hong Tianguifu raised his head blankly, guessing who else would come here at this time, when he saw someone in pink clothes running to him with a happy face:

"Hong Lang, I'm here."

Lingfei was not sad but smiled, with an inexplicable sense of beauty on his stunning face, as if a nine-day fairy was walking step by step before the dead prince was alive.

Seeing the smile on Lingfei's face, Hong Tianguifu got up from the dragon chair, walked to Lingfei slowly, and suddenly smiled: "Why are you here?"

"I want to see you, so I'm here."

Lingfei's usual tone was mixed with a hint of a smile, as if she was just a yearning girl who just met her ideal.

"Why don't you leave?"

"What is there to go?" Lingfei lifted her skirt, turned around in the hall, and danced lightly on tiptoe: "I am alone, what is there to go. The world is so big, where is it different?"

"You have to be with the person you like to be alive."

Hong Tianguifu's eyes were filled with tears at some point, but he was still smiling: "Good! Good! I am the same, Lingfei!"

Lingfei's sleeve moved slightly, and the two handkerchiefs fluttered: "Even so, do you want to watch the dance or listen to the song?"

The two laughed and talked about Yan Yan, as if they regarded the huge Golden Dragon Palace as the Lingfei Pavilion on the boat.

"Naturally, you have to dance and sing at the same time, so that you can have a little spirit and elegance."

Hearing this, Lingwei took out a sharp red hairpin from her hair and put it in her hand: "Sing Lingfei's favorite over there."

"It turns out that the flowers are blooming everywhere,

Like this, it's all ruined.

What a beautiful day on a good day,

Whose home is sad and happy!

. . . "

In mid-March 1862, under the cooperation of Zeng Guofan and Miao Peilin, the Hunan Army used Li Xiucheng's head to sacrifice the flag, crossed the Yangtze River overnight, and broke into Tianjing, the old nest of the Taiping Army.Hong Xiuquan died in battle, and his eldest son Hong Tianguifu committed suicide in the Golden Dragon Hall, accompanied by a beautiful woman.So far, the Taiping Army has become the setting sun.

The author has something to say: This chapter should be my manuscript! ! !Maybe when I clicked to put it in the draft box, I clicked it to publish directly. . .Awkward. . .I should have announced it in my fifties by now. . .