You rascal, stop right there!

Ling Shumo gently waved his hand and nodded slightly: "I can't say for sure, maybe 70%, maybe not 10%, maybe..."

Xuanli Kingdom no longer has an emperor, and most wars are led by Master Gu, and prisoners are treated like livestock.

Emperor Qingwu of the Qing Dynasty, Song Yuanshan, was decisive in killing and in order to annex Xuanli, he might not care about the lives of the captives.

The two countries went to war just for an excuse.

If Ling Shumo hadn't seen through it, he would have had a lot of thoughts about resigning and retiring if he hadn't been able to predict the emperor's thoughts.

Otherwise, with their contributions to the founding of the country, they would not give up their achievements and resolutely settle down in the countryside.

Bai Wan clearly felt a cold sweat on his back and felt a little chilly.

He looked at the people in the window on the left, and at the fallen leaves at the door on the right, and finally took a breath: "Maybe man can conquer nature——"

"Okay, let's make a bet on this day."

Ling Shumo sighed, and even though he knew it was just a fantasy, he still agreed.

A relieved smile.

……

until late at night.

Chen Xingyi and Luo Wenqi were unable to reach a conclusion.

Although the abandoned courtyard is located in a remote area, it is still quite large and it is impossible to take care of all the rooms inside.

Guo Yuanmin, Chen Xingyi, and Luo Wenqi recuperated in two different rooms, while the three were cared for by Lin Yan, Bai Wan, and Ling Shumo respectively.

The injured slept on beds, while the others lay on simple couches.

I heard the sound of a clapper in the empty air at night, and it was already past three o'clock in the morning.

The sound of rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of rain hitting the leaves was particularly loud.

Bai Wan yawned tiredly and fell asleep on the couch.

Ling Shumo heard the cold sound of rain coming towards him and went to close the window.

The rain was pouring down, and the noise outside the doors and windows suddenly became heavy and chaotic.

Some bright eyes seemed to appear among the dark shadows, and in a flash, dozens of people were exploring the yard.

Could it be...

A Yan and Ling Shumo immediately went out of the door with their swords in hand. Under the moonlight, they couldn't see everyone's face clearly, and they looked like a group of ghosts.

Ling Shumo's sword light happened to scare those dark shadows, and they fell backwards in the rain, their faces covered in mud and water, their hair disheveled, and they looked in a miserable state.

"Ah! Don't kill me!"

"Sir, please spare me..."

“Please…you…”

……

These people were shocked by the fierce momentum of the two sword-wielding men, as well as the brutality of the swords and sabers.

They were so scared that they knelt down and begged for mercy incoherently.

Suddenly, a sword light flashed back along with the candlelight, illuminating the faces of several people.

The first person to kneel was an old man with shaggy hair and a goatee, his eyes wide open.

He was full of embarrassment, his eyes were filled with fear and grievance.

Ling Shumo felt a little numb watching them, and he managed to make out the Zhengzhou, Yanzhou and other Daqing accents in these people.

“Are you from Daqing?”

He felt a little soft-hearted, and A Yan next to him also blew out the fire stick.

The surroundings lit up...

There were at least dozens of people under the sword, each carrying a bag, with disheveled hair and untidy clothes.

They were all old, weak, women and children, who were powerless.

The old man was slightly startled, and hurried forward: "Yes, yes..."

All eyes met. Ling Shumo was silent for a moment, then looked at the heavy rain outside. No one had any force, so he said:

"It's raining heavily outside. Elderly people, why don't you go inside to take shelter?"

These people seemed a little hesitant, not expecting such a good thing to happen, and frowned.

“We are also from Daqing.”

Ling Shumo spoke casually using the official accent and dialect of several prefectures around Daqing.

The raindrops hit everyone, making them all wet. Finally, they relaxed their guard a little and agreed.

"Sir, is this okay? Bring everyone in." A Yan asked in confusion.

"I'm just guessing," Ling Shumo walked slightly ahead and entered the room where Bai Wan and Luo Wenqi were.

"Recently, Xuanli has been arresting people from Daqing. Most of the young and middle-aged people have been imprisoned in the Jiezhen Prison. Only these elderly, weak, women and children have escaped."

"With nowhere else to go, I can only seek refuge in abandoned temples like Xuanli, which are Buddhist temples."

It's really a bit miserable.

A Yan was silent for a moment. "The envoys in charge of Daqing's diplomacy have no control over the residence established in Xuanli?"

"The two countries are about to go to war, so this is not the time for peace. The envoy has no right to care about this."

Ling Shumo frowned slightly.

"But based on my experience over the years, the envoys from Daqing either surrendered to the enemy or fled back to their country."

The raindrops became heavier.

As expected, they brought people into the house. Everyone was very reserved, and the raindrops on their bodies flowed down their sleeves and onto the ground.

Bai Wan was half asleep when she was awakened by the sound of the door opening. She saw a group of sparsely packed people in disheveled clothes appear before her.

He immediately stood up and walked to the leader Ling Shumo.

"Tell me the reason, I'll listen."

"They are people from Daqing who are escaping from Xuanli's pursuit and come here to seek refuge..." Ling Shumo explained.

"Abai, they are all old, weak, women and children. They have nowhere to go."

Bai Wan looked at these people carefully and said quickly, "Why don't you sit down and rest quickly? I see some of you girls and children should go to another empty room and light a fire to warm yourself up to avoid catching a cold."

The disheveled old man led the way and stepped forward.

"Yes, thank you for taking me in!"

There were at least eighteen people in this group, including the old and the young, as well as a few girls and ladies.

Guo Yuanmin had woken up at this moment. He was very surprised and was about to draw his sword without making a sound.

Chen Xingyi hesitated for a moment and said, "No, they are all from Daqing."

"Well, there are six of us in one room. There are a few rooms left for women, children, and the elderly. What do you think of people?" Luo Wenqi pinched his legs.

Bai Wan nodded: "You injured people sleep on beds and couches. I'll sleep on the floor!"

"No, the ground is cold and damp, and you won't be able to handle the cold."

Ling Shumo chopped open the cabinet next to him with a sword, and in a few strokes, he evenly placed the wooden board on the ground.

Swish!

A simple wooden mattress was stacked on the ground.

Bai Wan was stunned with admiration and silently gave a thumbs up.

Although they were in a foreign land, they could not bear to see these innocent compatriots being persecuted.

That’s it!

The eighteen people were so weak and had suffered greatly at the hands of the Xuanli people. They thought they would be driven out and were inexplicably afraid when they saw strangers.

Not only did they not expect someone to help them, but these people also helped them make a fire to dry their clothes, without any intention of offending their female relatives.

Recently, Xuan Li took advantage of the opportunity to capture assassins and was very fond of arresting people. Seeing that the people of Daqing were scattered in foreign countries, he often captured women and children...

Put a knife on their necks and force them to submit...

Afraid of encountering such a thing again, he could only hide here and there and look for an opportunity to leave Xuanli.

By the time all the women, children and the elderly were arranged, it was already dawn.

Bai Wan is a person who has been in the market for too long and talks nonsense.

He directly told these people that he was the eldest brother and all the others were his younger brothers. He was doing business in Xuanli years ago and hid here when he saw people being arrested.

Several people were injured because they escaped arrest and opened their mouths and told lies.

The rain is still falling outside the window...

After a busy night, the few people could finally rest.

Luo Wenqi hadn't slept all night. He smiled and reached out to touch Bai Wan's elbow.

"Hey, Xiaobai. You said earlier that you had prepared a small boat to take us back. Why not give it to these eighteen people?"

Bai Wan heard something strange: "Have you made up your mind?"

Chen Xingyi, who was standing next to him, said nothing and glanced at him calmly: "You really are..."

My heart feels like a winding mountain road, with dim lights.

"Now, I want to stay with you. If the boat is gone, you can't force me to leave."

Luo Wenqi tilted his head and looked at people with a smile.