Rogue with a knife on the right

Wu Lingnan, a rebellious revolutionary party, sat in a small tea house, his radio squeaking and broadcasting the bad news.

"Comrades, the Qixinggang uprising...failed..."

The man took off his glasses, took out a handkerchief and dabbed the corners of his eyes.

The blood-red banners piled up and clustered together, one after another young people fell on the Qixinggang Hanbaiyu Getai. The roar of "Give me back my rivers and mountains" pierced the gloomy sky, but it couldn't wake up the centuries-old empire.

There is constant noise in my mind.

Sitting opposite Wu Lingnan was his student Li Youzhi, who hurriedly changed channels after seeing the teacher's reaction.This change became even more chaotic, and it directly cut to the "current situation" of the Dahe Dynasty. An old but vigorous voice said: "The rebels of the Hu Party launched a riot in Qixinggang. Clean it all up, the general is heroic..."

Li Youzhi immediately turned off the radio.

"It's okay." Wu Lingnan said, his voice was very calm: "This year is a good year for the Dahe Dynasty... Maybe it will be its last good year."

Outside the window, birds fly on the cold branches.

"Teacher, do you think the revolution will win?"

"If there is hope, it is possible." Wu Lingnan put on the gold-rimmed round glasses again, and turned the page of the document with trembling hands: "This time I came to Heze to further develop the revolutionary forces in the north, and we have to complete the task well , to be worthy of Mr. Hu."

Li Youzhi also cheered up and nodded firmly.

"Heze is an important city in the north, and there are Qingdeng guards guarding it... We are far from enough and need to expand..."

Before the words were finished, there was a burst of sound of knives downstairs.

Following the vigilance unique to revolutionaries, Wu Lingnan stuck out half his head, and saw the bandits and warriors fighting in full swing, swords and swords.

"That's the servant of Fu Tian's family!" The young student recognized the blue-clothed warrior at a glance: "It is said that they have colluded with the puppet Yan, and they have a lot of influence in the Heze area."

on the street.

"Master Fu Tian's disciple, Zhong Wuqing." The samurai blew himself up to make his opponent retreat, instead of making him say with a cheeky smile, "I've never heard of it."

"clang--!"

Blades meet!In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged several moves.The samurai staggered a little, but Huashima was unharmed, whistling.

The stout middle-aged man was originally watching the battle in the sedan chair, but this time he couldn't sit still. The servant hurriedly slapped his shoulders and said in a low voice: "Master, that man is a famous gangster, we can't get along with him."

"Fight! Let him fight!" Master Fu Tian said, "It's just a mere bandit, why should we be afraid?"

Zhong Wuqing followed his master's instruction, and his saber skills became more ruthless, every move, every move, every pick and slash was aimed at the vital points.Huadao, however, swam very leisurely, with a rusty knife and a pair of cloth shoes, he deflected the attacks one by one with a slight twist of his wrist, and he didn't take the initiative to attack, just trying to wipe out his face.

"What kind of weird genre is this?"

Upstairs, Li Youzhi could see clearly.Zhong Wuqing is the famous Hengbo Qiandao Liu, and the bandit Lu Ziye seems to have a method to follow in his sword technique, but no one knows where it came from.

"Are you still fighting?" Hua Dao pulled a distance away, "I'm tired."

Zhong Wuqing raised the knife and slashed head-on, but Hua Dao held him back contemptuously: "I'll give you a step down, do you really believe me?"

"Good work." Wu Lingnan commented.

The opponent didn't appreciate it, so Huashima deliberately ended the battle early, and her pace quickened, flying across the long street like a butterfly with a tattered scarf.Zhong Wuqing blocked a few moves, but in the end he was defeated and bumped into the master's sedan chair.

The crowd began to applaud.

If the fight continues, the Futian family's face may not be lost at all.

Huadao knew that Zhong Wuqing would not shoot again if he wanted to be a samurai, so he slowly withdrew his knife, walked up to the boy who had been beaten to pieces, and helped him up with his skinny bones.

At the same time, the sedan chair of Fu Tian's family left the scene in a hurry, the golden canopy bumped up and down, and disappeared like a lame dog.

Seeing that the nightmare dissipated, the boy broke free from Huadao, knelt down, and went to pick up the crushed vegetable buns on the ground.Some vegetable fillings were embedded in the patterns on the stone, so he picked them with his hands, very hard.

"Hello." Huashima knelt down and stopped him.

The boy's eyes were full of confusion and chaos, and the blood on the corner of his mouth was still wet.

Hua Dao looked around, and quietly stuffed a handful of broken silver into his hand: "I just stole it from that samurai, take it."

After finishing speaking, he got up, with a ruthless look in his eyes, and shouted to the crowd: "Let's go!" Then he added: "The servants of Fu Tian's family are all defeated by Lao Tzu, you see!"

No one paid him any attention.After everyone joined in the fun, he was that humble rogue Huadao again.

After a long time, by the small window on the second floor of the teahouse, Wu Lingnan said to Li Youzhi, "This is a very suitable candidate."

When the winter solstice was approaching, the first snow fell in the capital.

Heavy snow fell outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and the north roared like a wild wolf whimpering.However, all of these are isolated by layers of carved window lattices, and only a little pale light shines into the quiet and comfortable room.

The people, the emperor.

The mountains and rivers were full of gunpowder, and in the huge palace, two people wearing gold and silver to enjoy the gods still looked calm, and slowly split a crab leg.

Under the golden curtain covering the empress dowager and the young emperor, a pure-colored futon stands out, on which the boy in red sits meditating.

The hair color is golden brown, the ponytail is high, and the eyes are closed quietly, like a Bodhisattva.

Beside him, lay a white deer.

"Zhu Sitong,"

The queen mother's voice called out his name, or rather, his position.

"Rui Xue came early this year, which means that the coming year will definitely be a good one. Dahe Dynasty can survive this test."

The boy in red said nothing.

The Empress Dowager continued: "The northern Chaokou battle was a great victory, all the riots in the south were suppressed, and the West □□movement started by King Yi and Andinghou is also on the right track—God bless me, congratulations."

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew open the casement, passed through the hall, and snowflakes like white froth rushed in.

The two maids hurriedly closed the window and nailed the planks.

The copper plate in front of the boy in red turned slightly.

He only stretched out his hand to touch it, without opening his eyes, and said slowly, "The blood of Qixinggang flows into rivers, and the snow falls, and the undead will live on for three months."

"The evil soul is immortal, so let him be subdued." The 15-year-old emperor said: "Can the master help?"

"It's going to snow, and my mother is going to get married." Zhu Sitong caressed the white deer gently, "I can't stop it."

At this time, there were people crying outside the hall, which was extremely miserable.

The Queen Mother frowned: "What's going on?"

A gentleman said: "If you go back to the Queen Mother, the three generals Yao Wang, Yi Wang, and Qin Wang will return to Beijing today, and they are all waiting outside the palace, waiting to congratulate you and the emperor."

"Who is crying then?"

"Master Weng from the Foreign Affairs Cabinet has been begging for face saints since the day before yesterday."

"Xuan three generals, pull Pavilion Master Weng out." The queen mother rubbed her temples.

At the bottom of the steps, the young man in red bowed: "Zhu Si resigns." In a blink of an eye, he had already arrived at the gate of the main hall, leading the white deer.

He wants to go, no one can stay.

The heavy wooden door was opened a crack, and the cold air blew out.

Three feet of snow had accumulated outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and the eunuchs swept a winding path in the center.Several generals in cloaks knelt quietly in the snow, like sculptures.

Blonde in red and white deer barefoot, the boy stepped into the white snow and passed through the crowd, the bells on his wrists ringing crisply, leaving a bright back view.

"It's Zhu Sitong!" the little eunuch sighed.

All three generals bowed their heads.

Only the gray-haired Old Pavilion Master Weng was dragged out of the courtyard all the way and shouted like crazy: "I wish Sitong is alive, and the disaster of the Great He Dynasty is about to come!"

I wish Sitong is alive, and the disaster of the Dahe Dynasty is about to come...

Prisoners are executed mostly in the north, mostly in the winter solstice.

Tonight, soul-suppressing banners were erected everywhere in Heze City, with basalt patterns painted on them.Every household burned paper money, the flames danced, and the whole city was brightly lit.

In another hour, it will be the opening of the "Winter Moon Festival".At that time, the priest will parade in a Chinese chariot, guided by thousands of lights, and men and women dressed as ghosts and gods will sing songs and walk with the chariot, escorting the prisoners to the altar.

People here regard the winter solstice as the thirtieth year of the year, and it is vigorous and prosperous, and the figures of those condemned prisoners are also dimmed. Their dead souls are blown away by the sound of firecrackers, and they are scared away, and they will never be reborn forever.

Huadao sits on the roof, and the tiles are layered on top of each other, pitch-black, stretching into the distance, and the last one sinks into Cangshan Mountain.

He had no ancestors to sacrifice to, so he drank alone.Not long after, the white dog called him: "Hua Dao, come down and play! The acrobatic troupe over the bridge is here!"

Huadao jumped down and squeezed to the east of the bridge with the white dog.On a small square at the entrance of the Dragon King Temple, there are playing and dancing, playing drums and throwing pots, flower balls, kicking, tea and water... It's so lively.There are also those who walk on rolling logs, walk on ropes, play tricks, play monkeys, and juggle, which makes people dazzled.

"Come on! Go one—the lion is drunk—!"

The gong beat, the big drum sounded, and a lion with golden hair and big eyes leaped onto the stage.The two lion jugglers cooperate left and right, the lion picks up the wine jar, shakes its head, and imitates its drunken state vividly.

Huadao and Baigou didn't make it to the front, so they didn't enjoy themselves.But Huadao saw a group of plum blossom piles in front of the stage, and looked forward to the next "drunk lion stepping on piles".

Sure enough, not long after, the lion turned over and jumped onto the plum blossom pile, took two steps, stopped, and blinked at the audience beside him.Huashima raised her head and applauded loudly, "Good!"

The young man in the lion dance worked even harder, somersaulting, lifting his legs, hanging upside down, trying his best.The coins thrown by the audience made the gong clang, and it never stopped.

At the end of the lion dance here, the lion opened its mouth wide and spit out a colorful flag of "National Peace and Minan". Amid the deafening applause, the Winter Moon Festival over there just started.

The scarlet charm burns brightly, worry invades my heart;

It is better to return to the hometown than to raise the lanterns and fold the flowers to cross the gods.

Where to find the ghost under the spring, the fate of the previous life is not exhausted;

The flowers are scattered and the bottom is falling, and the bell and chime sound in the spare time.

The sound of singing rose up.Looking at the past, a Chinese chariot in the shape of a golden lotus is carried by 12 people. Wherever it passes, all the lanterns are lit.

The high priest wears a golden mask, and a gauze curtain embroidered with peacocks cuts off the view. The people only glimpsed a hazy figure, but they still stretched out their hands and tried to touch the edge of the Chinese chariot, hoping to be blessed.

At the end of the mighty parade, there were important criminals escorted by the Qingdeng Guards.Ragged clothes, gray hair, haggard.

"Who is he?" Hanashima asked.

The white dog said: "In the past, the heads of the foreign affairs cabinet were all dragged out and beheaded when they got old."

"What did he do?"

"Rebel, God knows." The white dog shrugged: "The former prince was also beheaded, who knows what wrong he did."

"Even kill the prince?"

"It happened nine years ago, and that day was the biggest scene. I still remember that the prince was escorted through this street, wearing snow-white clothes."

Listening to his description, Huashima felt a little fear for some reason.

In the cage, the old man held a handful of turbid tears, looked up to the sky and shouted loudly: "The country is about to perish, and the cranes are chirping at the new wind, so the future generations will be safe and peaceful!"

The sound resounded through the sky.

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Corrections are welcome.Try driving a small car in the next chapter?