Wei Yangmou

On the second day, there was no sign of Han Cheng, but the sound of running and chant came from outside the palace from time to time.

Han Cheng's voice was extremely penetrating. Han Yan didn't know if it was her own illusion, but she always felt that she could hear him swearing.

After noon, Han Yan packed up and went out to visit official temples and private schools. The imperial court's election system for selecting officials was no longer available in Jiaodong. If he wanted to find talents, he had to go to these places where there were a lot of talents.

But before he could go out, he met Sang Hongyang hurriedly coming back from the outside. Seeing that Han Yan was about to go out, he grabbed him: "What are you doing?"

Han Yan pointed outside, and Sang Hongyang didn't seem to care what he had to say, only knowing that he was sweating anxiously when he was about to go out: "Don't go out, the outside is already chaotic, and many people are rushing into the city If I hadn't met Han Cheng, I would have been trampled to death."

It was only then that Han Yan saw that there were still a few footprints on Sang Hongyang's body, but he was more concerned about what was going on outside than this.

Sang Hongyang dragged him two steps in, and called to the two soldiers behind him to close the palace gate quickly.

"Things seem to be a little troublesome, and I don't know what's wrong. The two roads out of the city are surrounded by people. Those who pass by, no matter whether they are paid or not, will not be able to survive. If I don't run fast, this will hurt my neck. There's just a hole left."

Han Yan poured him a cup of tea: "Tell me in detail."

Sang Hongyang drank it in one gulp, and exhaled lightly, as if to cool down his emotions. Han Yan looked at him and thought he was a little pitiful, after all, he was just a child who hadn't yet been weak.

"Go get some snacks."

Sang Hongyang's eyes lit up slightly, he looked better, wiped his mouth and said, "I'm afraid those people are not from Jiaodong, and this situation is not limited to Jiaodong. I came from the north, as if there are many people in the whole north. There are some refugees, the more desolate the place, the more there are, and I don’t know where they came from.”

The letter from Princess Pingyang flashed before Han Yan's eyes, the south is dry...

But this is too early. Even if there is a drought this year, refugees will appear at this time, which is simply unimaginable.

Han Yan had doubts in her heart, seeing that Sang Hongyang was not energetic, she asked him to go back to the room to rest first, and he would send someone out to check the situation. If the Jiaodong Mansion was in such a mess, the situation outside would be even worse.

They are all unarmed ordinary people. If we let it go, I'm afraid that more innocent people will die.

He was not worried about Liu Che at this time. Although he went out alone in the morning, no one who can get close to him now is not an idle person. bad luck.

Before Han Yan could come up with a charter, how to stabilize the hearts of the people in Jiaodong Mansion, the palace gate was knocked violently, and Han Yan could hear it very clearly in Yade Hall.

Han Jin trotted in, his brow covered with sweat, and he was panting heavily.

"what happened?"

Han Jin took a deep breath: "Someone from outside is smashing the palace gate."

Han Yan was so shocked that she couldn't be more shocked for a moment, and she almost wanted to laugh: "It's just, it's just, it's unreasonable!"

Jiaodong Prince's Mansion is now sparsely manned, but in the end it is the nobles, these refugees are simply lawless!

"Open the door and let Gu take a good look at how capable these refugees are!"

Han Jin tried to persuade him, but when he saw Han Yan's face, he couldn't speak. He was also holding his breath, and when he turned around and ran towards the gate of the palace, he drew the knife from his waist.

He shook it casually, thinking, if these people really dare to do something, he will bleed them!

The palace door was opened with a "squeak", and Han Jin and several servants waited in full force. Seeing the gap between the doors getting bigger and bigger, the hand holding the knife became tighter and tighter.

The corner of the refugee's clothes was slowly exposed, probably because he didn't expect the palace gate to open by itself, so he was stunned for a moment. Han Jin was facing the gate, and he saw the person in front of him for the first time, and couldn't help being slightly startled.

This is a little girl, yes, little girl, even though she was wearing men's clothing, her facial features were completely covered in ashes, and her exposed hands were covered with bloody wounds of all sizes, but Han Jin still looked at her with a single glance. I can tell it's a woman.

The knife in Han Jin's hand was a little hard to swing, although after meeting Wei Zifu, there were many alchemist women who refreshed his cognition.

But the scene in front of him still makes him a little unacceptable. Are women nowadays even involved in the bandit business?

Seeing the door opened, the little girl backed away in shock. Seeing the strong men in front of her with knives and staring at them murderously, she couldn't help but backed up a few steps, and was blocked by the people behind her. .

"You guys are so brave, you dare to force your way into the palace. This is a capital offense!"

Han Jin swung his knife with a very domineering posture.

The little girl on the opposite side's legs gave way and knelt on the ground. Behind him were a dozen or so people who saw her knelt down, and they all knelt down as well. Their movements looked very neat.

Han Jin's words suddenly choked, and he didn't know what to say.

"Go back..."

Han Yan's voice came from behind, Han Jin heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly moved out of the way, letting Han Yan clean up the mess by himself.

At this time, Han Yan came over in a black practice uniform, holding a long sword in her hand, without any accessories on her body, because she didn't know what was going on outside, she just thought that there were refugees making trouble, and it was rare that she had a An evil spirit, along the way, is also majestic.

As soon as he showed his face, the guys who were kneeling on the ground all shrank their necks.

The situation in front of her was a bit unexpected, Han Yan was taken aback, and frowned slightly: "Who are you waiting for?"

The leading little girl kowtowed tremblingly: "My lord, help me..."

Before the words finished, Han Yan heard screams coming from somewhere, the little girl shrank into a ball, and slowly rubbed against the door.

Han Yan raised her eyes to look outside the door, and when she looked back, she realized that this group of people were all half-grown children.

He looked at Han Jin, and Han Jin shook his head quickly, indicating that he didn't know what was going on.

Since they didn't come to provoke them, and they were still half-grown children, Han Yan didn't want to embarrass them: "This is the palace, you shouldn't go here."

Speaking of this, Han Yan felt a little depressed. The majestic royal palace didn't even have decent guards, and a group of children could drive straight in and enter the inner gate.

A group of children started crying, and Han Yan had a headache from the noise, as if a fire was burning in his chest, almost burning himself up.

"To shut up!"

Han Yan scolded, and he was stunned when he said the words. He usually has a mild temper, but why is he so fierce at this time...

But before he had time to think about it, there was the sound of horseshoes, mixed with screams.

Han Yan froze, and felt that these people were coming for the palace.

"Take them down first and keep them under strict supervision."

Han Yan didn't know whether these people were brought here by these children, but whether they were or not, their origins were unknown so far, and Han Yan dared not take it lightly.

The sound of horseshoes was already close to my ears. Han Yan stood on the stone steps of the palace gate, squinted her eyes slightly, drew out the long sword at her waist, pointed obliquely at the figures from far and near, and said coldly: "But there is something wrong. , Kill Unforgiven!"

Han Jin swallowed his saliva. He hadn't killed anyone yet, so the hand holding the knife was trembling. Although he has been practicing martial arts and reading, he has always done what a domestic servant would do. I've fought and seen blood, but this is murder...

Han Jin kicked the servant next to him, and taught him a lesson: "You are so promising, why are you trembling, isn't it just killing someone? After following His Highness for so long, why don't you see any progress!"

Han Yao who was kicked was completely stunned. He was crippled, and one leg was cut by the Huns. He could no longer stay in the army, so he went back to his hometown to farm. Later, his mother died, and he had no money to buy a coffin, so he sold himself into the coffin. In the Han Mansion.

But the ability of this body has not been lost, the horse step is still very stable, and was kicked by Han Jin.

Although he was a little confused, his body was steady, but Han Jin was pushed back two steps by him.

"It's really worthless!"

Han Jin stood still as if nothing had happened, shook the knife in his hand, glanced at Han Yao with contempt, and cursed again.

Han Yao pretended she didn't hear it, and then she pulled out the knife from her waist, flicked her wrist lightly, and there was a buzzing sound, Han Jin couldn't help but glance at him.

A howl suddenly sounded in his ears, and Han Jin's messy thoughts just now were frightened away by this sound.

Looking up, he couldn't help but gasp, the person who screamed could no longer be seen as a person, his hands were tied to the saddle, his body was worn to a bloody mess, both sides were covered with red flesh, bloodstained It has been spreading from the front to the end of the invisible road.

"Mom..."

Han Jin clenched his knife tightly, and was about to swear a few foul words when he saw a group of more than a dozen fast horses skipping in front of Han Yan, but he didn't forget to turn his head to look at them and laugh.

Han Jin couldn't help shaking, thinking that this smile was really disgusting.

Han Yan lowered her eyebrows, kicked her toes lightly, flew up, and cut off the rope that trapped the person with a sword.

Immediately with a flick of the sword point, red blood gushed out from the two legs of the galloping horse. Because of the fast enough speed, the blood spewed out in an eruption. A layer of horse blood.

Da Ma screamed and fell to the ground. The person on him kicked the saddle, flew up, and landed lightly. He turned his head and stared at Han Yan, without speaking or moving, as if he was frozen.

The rest of the horses reined in one after another, turned around, and stood behind the man shouting, staring at Han Yan with the same eyes, with untimely excitement and violence on their faces, as if they were stuck in their minds. , the picture of Han Yan being tortured to death in one hundred and eight ways.

Han Yan gave a cold snort, flicked the blood beads on the sword lightly, and the blade became bright again. He casually took a sword flower, pointed the tip of the sword obliquely at the ground, and looked at the unshaven man in front of him indifferently. The man, remembering his crisp and sharp skills just now, and the bloody gaze that was still looking at him indifferently, said firmly: "You are not a refugee."