The woman in black had her hands behind her back as she stood high up on the roof. Her eyes were cold as she watched everything unfold. When the wind blew, her clothes fluttered in the wind. Other than her relatively soft round face, which slightly diluted her cold aura, she really looked like a goddess looking down on the world.
In the distance, there was a large battle on the city wall. Fire arrows were like locusts flying in the night sky, flying up and falling down.
Shrill cries could be heard from time to time. Chaos was spreading. Some streets were filled with people screaming in fear, while some streets were dark and quiet. Corpses that had died at some point had fallen here. Lonely heads could be seen among the pools of blood and occasional flashes of light.
There weren't many commoners running around in the alleys near the courtyard. Not long after the chaos broke out, the army was the first to control the situation. They ordered everyone not to go out. Therefore, most of the civilians hid in their homes. Those who dug cellars even hid underground, waiting to survive the sudden chaos. Of course, there were more complicated reasons that could make the surroundings quiet down.
Occasionally, the messenger would pass through the streets and disappear beside a door. As many things had already been planned, the woman did not move. She just quietly watched everything in the city.
The fragile and precious scene of peace in Zezhou had finally passed. It was not an exaggeration to say that everything before her eyes was a massacre. Every time a scream or a scream appeared in the city, it could mean that a person's life had been turned upside down, or that their life had been cut off. Everywhere the fire rose, there was an incomparably tragic story happening. The woman only watched. When another group of people came from afar, she jumped down from the building.
Her lithe figure stepped on the protruding wooden beam in the middle of the house. She looked at her husband who was walking into the courtyard. The man reached out to catch her. When the others entered the door, she was already standing firmly on the ground. Her gaze was cold again. To her subordinates, Watermelon had always been dignified and cold. Everyone had always been "respectful" to her. For example, when Fang Shuchang and the others came in, they were always submissive to Watermelon's orders. But the warm feelings in their hearts … well, that was not easy to say.
Looking at the ashes on the hands and bodies of her husband and the other subordinates, she stood in the courtyard and looked at the number of people coming in. After a while, she said, "What happened?"
"A street was burning. I happened to pass by and helped to save people. No one was hurt. Don't worry. "
"Yes." Watermelon's gaze didn't waver, but she was past the age where she could say, "I'm not worried about such a small matter." Ning Yi smiled. "Have you had dinner?"
"Yes." Her tone had already softened. Ning Yi nodded and pointed to Fang Shuchang and the others. "On the street where the fire was put out, there was a butcher's shop. After saving his son, I wasn't in a hurry anyway, so I grabbed some meat and salted vegetables. They tasted pretty good, so I spent some money to buy some. I'll have supper later. "He paused for a moment before asking," Are you free later? "
Watermelon said, "Let me do it."
Ning Yi smiled. "Let's go together."
Watermelon nodded. Her culinary skills were not good, and she rarely ate with her subordinates. Perhaps it had nothing to do with whether she looked down on them or not. Her father, Liu Dabiao, passed away too early. The strong-minded girl took over the manor early on. Her understanding of many things was biased towards stubbornness. She imitated her father's voice to speak, and she imitated the attitude of an adult to do things. As the master of the manor, she had to arrange the lives of the old and young in the manor, and she also had to ensure her own dignity and seniority.
Many things in between were naturally supported by Liu Tiannan, but the girl's concern for the people in the manor was unquestionable. In the dignified manner of a little adult, others could see her heart even more clearly. In the end, many rules were consciously maintained by everyone. Now that she was married and had children, her horizons were broad, but these rules were still engraved in her heart and had not been changed.
The two had been together for a long time, and their tacit understanding had long been deep. Regarding the situation in the city, although Ning Yi did not ask, since Watermelon said that she was free, it proved that everything was still going according to the predetermined procedures, and there was no possibility of a sudden reversal. He and Watermelon returned to the room, and soon went upstairs. He told Watermelon about the fight between Lin Zongwu and Shi Jin. Watermelon must have known the results, but not the process.
"… From the results, it seems that the monk's martial arts have reached perfection. Compared to Zhou Dong, I'm afraid he has surpassed him. I'm afraid he is the true number one in the world. Tsk … "Ning Yi exclaimed in admiration and yearned." What a beautiful fight … Shi Jin, too. It's a pity. "
Watermelon's expression was indifferent. "Compared to Sister Lu, he might not be."
"How could I let Hongti fight with him again? Hongti is a person with children, and people with concerns have to lower their level in the end."
"You second-rate fool, how do you know the realm of a first-rate master?" Watermelon said to him, but smiled warmly. "Sister Lu grew up fighting on the battlefield. She knows the cruelty of the world best. Ordinary people will hesitate, but Sister Lu will only be stronger."
"I remember that every time you fought with her recently, it was a draw. Hongti told me that she tried her best … "
Watermelon's eyes had already narrowed dangerously into a line. She held it in for a while, and finally raised her head to the sky and waved her fist a few times. "If you weren't my Husband, I, I, I — I would beat you to death." Then, she looked like she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I'm also a first-rate master! But … Sister Lu is getting weaker and weaker when she fights with the people around her. If she fights with her life, I'm afraid of her. "
If it was the Watermelon that had reunited with Ning Yi at Little Cang River, she might have challenged Ning Yi to a duel because of such a joke, and taken the opportunity to beat him up. At this time, she actually didn't take this kind of joke seriously, and responded in a joking manner. After a while, the cook below had already started to make supper — after all, many people would stay up all night — and the two of them raised a small fire on the roof, preparing to make two bowls of fried rice with diced pork and pickled vegetables. They talked occasionally in between the busy times, and the chaos in the city changed in such a situation. After a while, Watermelon stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance. "The West Granary has been taken."
"The food might not be as much as expected. Lou Shuwan will have a headache, and people will die here. "
"Zezhou is a big city, and no matter who takes over, it will be stable. But the Central Plains doesn't have enough food, so they can only fight. The question is whether they will make a move on Li Xizhi or Liu Yu. "
"Prince Jin's territory is allied with Wang Juyun, and the possibility of fighting Li Xizhi is higher. In this way, Zhu Biao can take the opportunity to do something. Wang Shanyue and Hu Sanniang might not let go of this opportunity. If the Jurchen people don't make a big move, Yue Fei won't let go of this opportunity. There are also battles in the South. Sigh, Tian Hu, sacrificing him will benefit the people of the world. "
"… It's the people of the world who suffer," Watermelon said.
"Yes." Ning Yi smiled slightly, but there was bitterness on his face. Watermelon frowned and said, "That's what they have to suffer. What else can be done? It's better to do it earlier than later."
"En." Ning Yi added more rice, and nodded even more gloomily. Watermelon comforted him with a few more words. In fact, a woman's heart was not strong, but if the people around her were depressed, she would really be strong.
The couple relied on each other like this, and Watermelon understood it in her heart. After a few words, Ning Yi handed over the fried rice, and she said, "I heard that you and Fang Chengye talked about the ruthlessness of heaven and earth."
The two sat down on the wall at the edge of the earth building, and Ning Yi nodded, "Ordinary people seek right and wrong. In essence, it is shirking responsibility. Fang Chengye has begun to lead the actions of a place, so we can talk to him about this. "
"After Tang Minjie's matter, you spoke very cautiously."
This was all idle chatter, and there was no need to take it seriously. Ning Yi ate two mouthfuls of fried rice, looked into the distance, and said, "Existentialism itself … is the truth used for practical development, but it is very harmful. For many people, once they really understand it, it is easy to lead to the collapse of their outlook on life. Originally, this should be a field that people should come into contact with after they have a deep foundation, but we have no other way. People who want to lead and decide things can't be naive. One mistake will kill one person. Let's watch the waves wash away the sand. "
"Isn't it a pity for Tang Minjie?"
"In the beginning, when I was teaching a large group of people, he was the most sensitive. He was the first to talk about right and wrong. He said that right and wrong might come from who they are. After I understood it, I said that his theory was not right. He understood it all by himself. Later, I told them about existentialism — the principle that heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things have a spirit. He might … be the first to understand it. Then, he loved his own people even more. For those who have nothing to do with him, they are not human. "
"So, after careful consideration, I sent him to the Jin Kingdom." Ning Yi paused, "As for Fang Chengye, I am considering letting him partner with Wang Shitong … or to meet Shi Jin …"
The night was still very long. Light and shadows floated in the city. The husband and wife sat on the roof and watched all this, talking about very cruel things. However, this was a cruel world. If they couldn't understand everything about it, how could they really make it better? Along the way, the two of them bypassed Xixia and went to the northwest. They saw the real land of death, the poor people who were starved to the point where only their skeletons were left. But the war came, and the enemy came. How could all these things change because of a person's kindness, anger, or even madness?
People could only carefully find their way. In order to prevent themselves from becoming crazy, they could only rely on each other and support each other.
The night gradually deepened, and the chaos in Zezhou City finally began to stabilize. Only the sound of crying could be heard in the night. The two of them leaned against each other on the roof and closed their eyes for a while. In the darkness, Watermelon muttered softly, "I originally thought that you would kill Lin Eechan. I was a little worried that you would go personally in the afternoon."
Ning Yi gently patted her shoulder, "He is a coward, but after all, he is very powerful. In that kind of situation, if I took the initiative to kill him, the chances of him running away would be too high. It would still be very troublesome in the future."
After a while, she said, "I originally thought that if he really came to kill me, I would stop him at all costs. It's a good thing that he didn't come … It's not worth it for the time being to be afraid of death. In addition, I was also afraid that if he died, the Manichean Church would replace him."
Watermelon nuzzled his chest, "Mm. Uncle Wang Yin. "
"Uh … haha." Ning Yi laughed softly. He looked up at the deep night sky with only a few stars twinkling. "Sigh, the world's number one … Actually, I'm quite envious …"
The sky changed, and the night gradually passed. In the early hours of the morning, the water evaporated due to the burning of the city turned into mist in the air. When the first ray of white light appeared in the sky, the white mist floated in the air. Ning Yi walked out of the courtyard and walked down the street and slope. At first, there were intact courtyards by the side of the road, but soon there were flames and the ruins of the war. Some of the people who had been in a panic for the whole night in the chaos and rescue efforts had only just fallen asleep, while others could no longer sleep. There were rows of corpses on the side of the road. Some were burned to death, and some were stabbed by swords and knives. They lay there, covered with gray or yellow cloth. Most of the family members of the men and women who were guarding by the side had already cried until they had no tears. A few people could still howl, but there were even fewer people who dragged their tired bodies to run around, negotiate, and comfort the people. These were mostly spontaneous and more capable residents. They might have also lost their families, but they were still working hard for the uncertain future.
There were children who had lost their families and could no longer be cared for. They stood alone by the side of the road, looking at everything with dull eyes.
The soldiers of the army used their swords and spears to suppress all the residents in the city who might be agitated and fight to the death. Along the way, they could occasionally see small-scale chaos. It was the soldiers beating up the husbands who had lost their wives and children, or the women who had lost their families and went crazy. Then, they would gagged and tie them to the side with ropes, letting them howl in pain as they struggled.
On one side of the city, the nearly ten thousand hungry ghosts that had swarmed into Zezhou had caused a huge mess, but by now, they had calmed down under the double restraint of the army and the Ghost King. Wang Shitong was led through the streets of Zezhou. Not long after, she saw the legendary Inner Demon beside a ruin.
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This chapter has been revised to only 3,700 words. The next chapter will charge 1,500 words less. The content after this will be repeated.
The woman in black had her hands behind her back as she stood high up on the roof. Her eyes were cold as she watched everything unfold. When the wind blew, her clothes fluttered in the wind. Other than her relatively soft round face, which slightly diluted her cold aura, at first glance, she really looked like a goddess looking down on the world.
Far away, there was still a huge battle on the city wall. Fire arrows were like locusts flying in the night sky, flying up and falling down.
Shrill cries could be heard occasionally. Chaos spread. Some streets were filled with people screaming and running, while some streets were dark and quiet. Corpses that had died at some point had fallen here and there. Lonely human heads suddenly appeared amidst the pools of blood and the occasional flash of light.
There weren't many commoners running around in the alleys near the courtyard. Not long after the chaos broke out, the army was the first to control the situation. They ordered everyone not to go out. Therefore, most of the civilians hid in their homes. Those who had dug cellars even hid underground, waiting to tide over this sudden chaos. Of course, there were more complicated reasons that could make the surroundings quiet down.
Occasionally, the messenger would come by, passing through the streets and disappearing beside a door. As many things had already been planned, the woman did not move. She only watched everything that happened in the city quietly.
The fragile and precious scene of peace in Zezhou had finally passed. It would not be an exaggeration to say that everything in front of her was a massacre. Every time a scream or a scream appeared in the city, it could mean that a person's life had been turned upside down, or that their life had been cut off. Every place where the flames rose, there was an incomparably tragic story happening. The woman only watched until another group of people came from afar. Only then did she jump down from the building.
Her lithe figure stepped on the protruding wooden beam in the middle of the house and looked towards her husband who was walking into the courtyard. The man stretched out his hand to catch her. When the others entered the door, she was already standing firmly on the ground. Her gaze had regained its coldness. To her subordinates, Watermelon had always been dignified and cold. Everyone had always been "in awe" of her. For example, Fang Shuchang and the others who came in later. When Watermelon gave orders, they were always submissive, but the warm feelings in their hearts — well, that was not easy to say.
Looking at the ashes on the hands and bodies of her husband and other subordinates, she stood in the courtyard and used her peripheral vision to observe the number of people who came in. After a while, she asked, "What happened?"
"A street was burning. I happened to pass by and helped to save people. No one was hurt. Don't worry. "
"En." Watermelon's gaze was not at ease, but she had also passed the age of saying, "I didn't worry about such a small matter." Ning Yi smiled. "Have you had dinner?"
"I have." Her tone had already softened. Ning Yi nodded and pointed to Fang Shuchang and the others. "On the street where the fire was put out, there was a meat shop. After saving his son, I was not in a hurry anyway. I snatched some meat and salted vegetable jars. They tasted good, so I spent some money to buy some. I'll have supper later. "He paused for a moment before asking," Are you free later? "
Watermelon said, "I will cook."
Ning Yi smiled. "Let's go together."
Watermelon nodded. Her cooking skills were not good, and she rarely ate with her subordinates. Perhaps it had nothing to do with whether she looked up to them or not. Her father, Liu Dabiao, passed away too early. The strong-willed girl took over the manor at an early age. Her understanding of many things was biased towards stubbornness. She imitated her father's voice to speak, and learned to do things with the attitude of an adult. As the master of the manor, she had to arrange the lives of the old and the young in the manor, and she also had to ensure her own dignity and respect.
The woman in black stood on the high roof with her hands behind her back. She looked at everything coldly. When the wind blew, her clothes fluttered. Except for the relatively soft round face that slightly diluted her cold temperament, at first glance, she really looked like a goddess overlooking the world.
In the distance, there was still a large fight on the city wall. Fire arrows were like locusts flying in the night, flying up and falling down.
Shrill cries could be heard from time to time. Chaos was spreading. Some streets were filled with people screaming in fear, while some streets were dark and quiet. Corpses that had died at some point had fallen here. Lonely heads could be seen among the pools of blood and occasional flashes of light.
There weren't many commoners running around in the alleys near the courtyard. Not long after the chaos broke out, the army first took control of the situation and ordered everyone not to go out. Therefore, most of the civilians hid in their homes. Those who had dug cellars even hid underground, waiting to survive this sudden chaos. Of course, the more complicated reason that could make the surroundings quiet down was not just this.
The messenger would occasionally come over, passing through the streets and disappearing beside a door. As many things had already been planned, the woman did not move. She only watched everything in the city quietly.
Because many things had been planned, the woman did not move. She only watched everything in the city quietly. It was not an exaggeration to say that everything before her eyes was a massacre of people. Every scream and scream that appeared in the city could mean the upheaval of a person's life, or the breaking of a thread of life. Everywhere the fire rose, there was an incomparably tragic story happening. The woman only watched until another group of people came from afar. Only then did she jump down from the building.
Her lithe figure stepped on the protruding wooden beam in the middle of the house and looked towards her husband, who was walking into the courtyard. The man reached out to catch her. When the others entered the door, she was already standing firmly on the ground, her gaze cold again. To her subordinates, Watermelon had always been dignified and cold. Everyone had always been "in awe" of her. For example, Fang Shuchang and the others who came in later. When Watermelon gave orders, they were always submissive, but the warm feelings in their hearts — well, that was not easy to say.
Looking at the ashes on the hands and bodies of her husband and other subordinates, she stood in the courtyard and used her peripheral vision to observe the number of people who came in. After a moment, she said, "What happened?"
"A street was burning. I happened to pass by and helped to save people. No one was hurt. Don't worry. "
"En." Watermelon's gaze was not at ease, but she was also past the age where she could say, "I have never worried about such a small matter." Ning Yi smiled. "Have you had dinner?"
"I have." Her tone had already softened. Ning Yi nodded and pointed to Fang Shuchang and the others at the side. "On the street where the fire was put out, there was a braised meat shop. After saving his son, I was not in a hurry anyway, so I snatched some meat and salted vegetable jars. The taste was not bad, so I bought some. I'll have supper later. "He paused for a moment before asking," Are you free later? "
Watermelon said, "Let me do it."
Ning Yi smiled. "Let's go together."
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