Traveling through the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, a story of survival in troubled tim

On a moonless night, even the stars appear much dimmer.

Wenshu got up from the bed and walked lightly to the window.

Baoju is a light sleeper. These days, Qinniang and Balang are in the girl's yard, so she naturally worries more and has less time to sleep.

Not long after I closed my eyes, I heard the girl in the inner room turning over.

The place where she slept was not far from the girl's bed. Over the years, whenever the girl made any movement, she would be able to discover it in time.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the girl tiptoeing towards the window.

Although there was no moonlight, there was still some afterglow of the stars shining on the earth, so it was not completely dark.

Wen Shu looked behind her and saw the movement. She knew it was Baoju from the figure.

If it were Shaoyao, she would have screamed out long ago!

Wen Shu pressed her fingers to her lips and let out a slight exhalation sound.

"shush"

This sound is almost imperceptible during the day. In Luoyang, where it is quiet and silent, not even a dog barks, this sound is unheard of.

Baoju was a smart girl and she knew something was going on.

Following Wenshu's example, he walked behind the window.

Wen Shu covered her mouth and nose, bent over and looked out through the torn window paper...

I don't know what she saw.

He grabbed Baoju who was standing beside him and said, "Baoju, something happened, something happened outside, go wake up Shaoyao and the others first..."

"Hurry, hurry up,"

Although Luoyang is in chaos now, it is still under the control of the King of Donghai, but it is only one step away from collapse.

Moreover, she also recorded in a few brief words that "in the fifth year of Yongjia, Sima Yue died of worry in Xiangcheng."

The fifth year of Yongjia was 311 AD.

It is now the fourth year of the Yongjia period. Emperor Liu Yuan of Han has already proclaimed himself emperor in Pingyang, and it is midsummer.

Earlier, King Donghai had just returned to the court after a narrow victory, and Wen Shu was shocked.

Even though the victorious army of King Donghai returned to the court, his control over the imperial court has been further strengthened.

Ordinary people don’t know, but the King of Donghai doesn’t know how this battle was won. If there hadn’t been chaos within the Xiongnu, he wouldn’t have ordered the troops to withdraw at the critical moment.

A short celebration is more than just the footsteps of a death knell.

Wen Shu, not to mention having modern ideas, even though she is a child of a noble family here, can do nothing about the crumbling building.

The only thing I can do is to think about how to persuade my family to stay away from here before the chaos comes, so as to seek a glimmer of hope for myself and my family in this troubled world.

Stay away from Luoyang, which is about to become a hunting ground for the Hu people.

Wen Shu was extremely confused. In the vortex of history, there would be no survivors. Even the life of the Jin Dynasty emperor was not in his own hands, let alone ordinary people.

In this chaotic century, you never know when you will become an innocent soul killed by someone else's knife.

Perhaps he felt that the world was not peaceful, so since he came to Fu Wenshu's yard, he had to squeeze together with Wenshu at night.

Wenshu did not refuse either.

As Baoju left, there was a gradual rustling noise outside, and everyone tacitly kept their voices down.

He even sent a servant to report the news to the main house.

"Little Fuer"

Wenshu gently stroked Xiaofuer's forehead, trying to wake her up.

But after all, he is young and sleeps soundly.

"no"

In just a moment, the smell of smoke faded, but she could smell something burnt in the air.

After shouting a few times without any response, Wenshu gave up and carried her outside.

"Girl, where are we going?"

Wenshu was holding Xiao Fuer, and Xiao Laoba's personal servant was also following behind with the child in her arms.

The servants behind them didn't understand what was happening, but they were more sensitive to danger than protecting their masters.

I also know how to find ways to survive in desperate situations.

"Girl, there's a flood over there.

There's a fire, should we go and lend a hand..."

The old woman holding Balang was more than seven feet tall. She stood in the yard and had a clear view of the situation outside the wall.

From two streets away, you can see the flames dancing around the house.

"Walk……"

Perhaps she was frightened by this scene, and since putting out a fire was an emergency, the old woman started to call for help.

The maid Baoju saw that the situation was not right and immediately stepped forward to cover Aunt Zhang's mouth, "Aunt Zhang, shh!

There's more than just fire out there!"

"Don't you think about the current situation with Luoyang? Don't attract other people who shouldn't be provoked, otherwise it will be troublesome!"

Aunt Zhang was shocked to realize that many houses had been burned down in Luoyang during this period, and many families had been robbed and their lives taken away for no reason.

I just never really thought it would happen to me.

"Baoju, what's the response from the main wife?"

Wenshu called the servant guarding the door outside to call him, and it was time for him to respond.

"Girl, the house next door is not peaceful either."

Baoju lowered her voice and said that she had just heard from the servant that the people sent did not see the master and mistress of the house, but from the commotion next to the east wing, it could be seen that something had happened there.

When Wenshu heard this, her heart skipped a beat. She had thought the situation would be bad, but she hadn't expected it to be this bad.

If they hadn't kept a family of soldiers and hundreds of troops on the farm, they might have become a fat sheep in the eyes of others long ago.

"Is the master at home..."

Wenshu didn't care about anything else and ran out with Wenxian in her arms.

Shaoyao was followed by a few younger maids, each holding a box in her arms, and stumbling after them.

When Wang Qingwu arrived at the Wen Mansion and was not at home, he ordered that no lights should be lit in the courtyard after dark.

"Wu Niang..."

After leaving the west wing, he prepared to walk through the inner courtyard to the main house.

He ran into Wen Yao who was coming from the front yard.

He was followed by a dozen people holding torches that illuminated the inner courtyard.

Wenshu also took this opportunity to see that each of them was carrying a knife, and some had several wounds on their bodies.

"Brother, what are you doing..."

Wen Shu only knew that there was a fire in the house two streets away from the west wing. If she guessed correctly, some bad guys broke into the house and took advantage of the situation.

This is also the reason why she decisively took Xiao Fuer and the others to the main house.

"Wu Niang, it's good that you didn't have any. Can you still walk..."

Wen Yao finished speaking and waved from behind.

Three strong and sturdy women stood out from behind a group of people.

They knelt before Wen Shu and said in unison, "This servant greets the young lady, sir..."

"Okay, the situation is urgent now, so forget about the formalities. They will be your masters from now on."

Time is urgent, and there is not much time to explain. "Wu Niang, these people will follow you from now on."

"Brother, where are mother and father?"

Wen Shu hadn't seen them for several days. Although she didn't spend much time with them, she received a lot of warmth from them as family members.

"Now is not the time to talk about this..."

Wen Yao has been wearing a stern face since he came back. I don't know if it's because he experienced a fierce melee or something else.

Turning around and looking at the lame uncle who had been guarding the door for the Wen family at the back, Wen Yao walked over.

The guards behind him also unconsciously made way for him. When he approached, Wen Yao bowed deeply to the lame uncle and said respectfully, "Uncle Jun, I'll leave the rest of the way to you."

Wen Shu watched all this and didn't dare to say a word.

This uncle who usually guards the door in the backyard, usually huddled at the back door with his hands in his pockets, never expected to receive such courtesy from Wen Yao.

"Humph, I knew I was an old man who loved to eat and play. This good time has lasted too long. This good time has not lasted long, and retribution has come."

"Uncle Jun" did not avoid Wen Yao's salute, as if it was no big deal for this kid to salute a sloppy man like him.

"Now that you have everything arranged, let's go!"