As he walked into the mansion step by step, Pei Yuanxiu and Xie Feng obviously felt something strange. Xie Feng quickly walked in front, but he was not familiar with this place and could not keep up with me at all. After a while, I rushed into the lobby.

At first glance, I saw several corpses lying on the floor of the lobby.

And at this moment, I was shocked.

One of them turned out to be - Xiao Fuzi!

I couldn't believe my eyes. As soon as I saw him lying there, I was shocked. I stood at the door for a while, but I didn't dare to take another step.

Pei Yuanxiu and the others followed immediately. Seeing this scene, they didn't say anything.

Xie Feng looked around, returned to his side, and nodded only.

There is no danger here.

Of course there is no danger. If there is, it would be great. At least one living person can tell me what is going on here.

Why is Xiao Fuzi here?

I finally couldn't help but walked in slowly. Every step was on his blood, approaching his side, and slowly squatted down, and then I saw that he was wearing a very simple jacket, which was not the sixth-grade robe he wore when he was still in the palace. If I hadn't known him, I probably thought this was a thief who came in and robbed and was killed.

When I saw him, I realized that the strange corpses I had just seen along the way were all the eunuchs who were following him, and there seemed to be two guards, but because I changed my clothes, I didn't recognize them for a while.

But, Xiao Fuzi?

Why is he here?

I was in a daze for a while, and when I looked down, I noticed that there were also knife wounds on his body, which were pierced from behind and penetrated his chest, and blood flowed all over the ground, and even blood was splattered on one side of the wall.

It is conceivable that he was in pain at that time.

But... unlike this bloody scene, and from his terrible wound, there was a very calm expression on his face, and even a little smile was placed on the corner of his mouth.

And his hand - his hand, slightly bent, stretched to the side, as if he had grabbed something before his death.

It seems that someone has shook his hand.

But now, his hands were empty, without everything he had ever mastered, and even without even a little temperature.

What's wrong?

What exactly happened?

I looked at him and felt tears keep surging upwards, almost blurring my gaze. I raised my head and looked around again, and then I saw a corpse lying on the ground not far from him. The corpse was obviously a soldier from Shengjing. He was still holding a steel knife in his hand, and there was blood on the tip of the knife.

I seemed to suddenly understand what came over.

Xiao Fuzi is here-

I slowly turned my head and looked at him again. When I saw the almost satisfied smile on his face, I finally couldn't help it. A tear came out of my eyes and fell into his palm.

Then, tears could not be controlled.

My tears were completely flooded, and I hugged him with my hands and started crying bitterly, but I was so crying that I couldn't make any sound in my hoarse throat. Only my painful panting echoed in the empty room, while Pei Yuanxiu, Xie Feng and others stood beside me, and when they saw this scene, they all became quiet.

Now, no matter what you say, it is useless.

The war was together, the people were displaced, and the corpses were everywhere, so the people were so innocent...

No matter how many times these words are repeated, no matter how hard the person who speaks them has worked hard, even if the person who hears them hears the callus, words are words, light and fluttering like the wind blowing. If the person's heart does not remember them, nothing will be left behind.

Even though I saw the innocent people being slaughtered and the weak little palace maids in the palace being bullied, they were all others...

But what if the person who encounters all this is someone he is familiar with?

Is it the one I care about?

Is it my beloved person?

Xiao Fuzi, you came here because you couldn't bear to see her encounter any misfortune, right?

You want to protect her, but in the face of war, who can fully protect yourself and your beloved?

What is anyone's power in front of the huge ship of war?

He walked behind me alone, leaned down slowly, and a pair of warm big hands held my shoulders and wanted to help me up, but my stiff body made him feel a little weak, so he simply squatted behind me and said softly: "Qingying...you, don't be too sad..."

I slowly turned my head and looked at him.

The handsome face was probably a little pale because the weather was too cold, and his lips were not as rosy as before, but his breath was still extremely gentle, as if he was afraid of scaring me.

I smiled at him with tears falling down.

I said softly: "Pei Yuanxiu, is this what you want to win?"

“…”

"If that's the case, you won."

His expression froze.

I pushed his hand away, shaking and stood up, looking at the home that once belonged to me. Every grass and tree here was given to me by Qinghan, and I arranged all the tables, chairs, doors and halls here. Although I knew that this place could not be my place to stay for a long time, I still spent a lot of effort on it.

But now, the corpses are all over the ground, in a mess.

Lao Zhu died, Xiao Fuzi died here. Even when I walked in, I saw the body of the little girl Xiao Ni on the ground, and there were also several people under Du Yan, who were covered in wounds and died very tragic.

Everything was completely broken because of a war.

The more I walked in, the more corpses I saw, the more dazed I looked. In the end, tears could not flow out at all. I only felt my eyes hurt, as if bleeding was about to flow out. Pei Yuanxiu finally stopped letting me go. He reached out and grabbed me and walked out, saying, "Don't look anymore."

“…”

"Let's go back and wait for news from Miaoyan!"

“…”

"I will definitely find her!"

I was like a wooden man, and I was pulled out by him hard, and walked to the gate. I suddenly broke free from his hand and looked back.

Liu's Mansion...

The small Liu Mansion turned out to be just a microcosm of the capital.

The death that is much more tragic than this, and the separation of life and death that is more painful than this place must have happened in this capital. How many people can I cry?

Before leaving, I threw a torch into the mansion, closed the door and locked it tightly.

Slowly, the flames engulfed the place again.
Chapter completed!