Chapter 552 The Sorrow of the World

Zhao Mingzhi took Ah Hong out of the governor's mansion. Fu Hong saw the scene on the street for the first time. He was frightened by the tragic scene and hid in Yu Niang's arms. Yu Niang hugged him and comforted him softly, "Don't be afraid, Ah Hong, don't be afraid, the master and the wet nurse are here!"

Zhao Mingzhi walked over, held his hand and pulled him out, and took him to stand in the middle of the road, and said in a cold voice: "Open your eyes!"

Fu Hong reluctantly opened his eyes. Perhaps it was because he had experienced too much blood when he was young. Although he had lived a stable life in Jingzhou over the years and his memories were already blurred, they had been subtly affecting him.

Since he was a child, he couldn't even stand killing fish and chickens. A few years ago, unfortunately, he saw a few people killing a beggar and his flesh was so bloody that he was so scared that he trembled all over and didn't recover for a long time.

Seeing the tragic situation in Jingzhou City today, Fu Hong's body had already froze. His cold little hands were holding Zhao Mingzhi tightly, and his teeth were biting his lips tightly. He didn't feel any blood seeping out.

Yu Niang and Zhao Bei hurried over when they saw him. Yu Niang was about to cover Fu Hong's eyes and was stopped by Zhao Mingzhi. "Yu Niang, the day he broke from Jingzhou City, he will no longer be the child hiding behind you!"

Zhao Mingzhi looked at Fu Hong and said word by word: "Maybe your origin is destined to be ordinary, but Master still wants to tell you that whether it is for revenge or for power, if one day you really want to go on that road, these are the prices. Just a battle will kill many people, and more children like Ah Hong will lose their father and mother and lose their homes. But they are not lucky enough to have Ah Hong. You have Yu Niang and Master, and many people who have followed and admired your grandfather to protect each other. These children may be buried under a heavy snow in the winter not long after, and will never wake up again."

When Fu Hong listened to the master's words, he suddenly saw a child of similar age in front of him. He walked with blood all over, walked to a dead man and looked at him numbly, then squatted down and began to untie the dead man's clothes. He stuffed him into his arms if he found anything. Finally, he struggled to turn the dead man, took off his clothes and wrapped him on himself, and then continued to walk to the next dead man.

Fu Hong looked at this scene, moved his mouth and swallowed it back, and couldn't help but walk forward slowly. After walking a few steps, he saw a woman wearing a gray underwear, with a numb and dull look, walking out of the alley in front of her. She seemed to be holding a cradle in her arms. The woman would look down at the cradle from time to time. The moment she lowered her head, the dull eyes showed a hint of lovingness.

Fu Hong looked at the woman for some reason and suddenly remembered a very vague picture. In the picture, there was a gentle woman holding a white and fat baby, which made him laugh.

He knew who it was. His mother was obsessed with, Fu Hong couldn't help but walk out towards the woman. Before he could get close, he saw the cradle full of blood and the child inside was covered with flesh and blood. He was so scared that he exclaimed and retreated repeatedly, almost falling to the ground. The woman was also startled by Fu Hong's screams, raised her head from the haze, and saw that Fu Hong's eyes gradually became more energetic, and a smile slowly appeared on her dirty face.

She must have been a beauty before, but when she saw her smiling person, this thought flashed across her mind.

Before the smile could be fully opened, she saw Zhao Zhi and Zhao Bei's master and apprentice behind Fu Hong. The woman jumped quickly under the wall like a frightened rabbit and buried herself, trembling all over.

Seeing her like this, Fu Hong hurriedly waved to his master and the others, and walked slowly towards the woman. Ping'er was worried that he would follow him.

When Fu Hong was about a squat far away from her, the woman suddenly turned around and ran over to this side with a ferocious look, holding a sharp wooden hairpin in her hand.

Fu Hong was so scared by this sudden change that he stood there, forgetting that he had been practicing martial arts since he was a child that he was not able to get close to an ordinary woman.

Zhao Zhi, Zhao Bei and Yu Niang also rushed towards this side. Ping'er was quick-eyed and pulled Ah Hong back.

The woman did not catch up with Fu Hong, because a team of soldiers rushed out of the alley and pressed the woman to the ground. Fu Hong poked his head out from behind Ping'er and watched the woman roar at them with ferocious roar, "Give me back my child! Give me back my child!"

Fu Hong looked into the cradle on the ground curiously. Ping'er quickly covered his eyes. When he could see things again, the cradle was already carried away by the Bing Yong with a knife.

Ah Hong looked at the swaddle clothes that were being picked and couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Where are you going to take him?" Ah Hong walked to the head of the same group of people without saying a word, and asked in a trembling voice, "Where are you going to take him?"

The young general thought he asked the crazy woman and said indifferently: "Don't be afraid of that woman, we will drive her out of the city, and we will not scare her to the lord!"

"Where is that child!?" Fu Hong asked again.

"The child has been dead for several days and is almost smelly, so he naturally threw it to the mass grave!"

After saying that, the young player saw that Ah Hong looked wrong, and he looked at him with a very frightened look. He quickly clasped his fists and said goodbye.

"They called me lord, did she think I killed his child?!" Fu Hong looked at Zhao Zhi helplessly, "Master, I didn't let them do this! I didn't..."

"Master knows that you are a good child! You won't do anything that hurts people!" Zhao Mingzhi patted him comfortably, feeling a little unbearable.

This time he wanted to tear apart the most tragic and chilling truth behind this war so that Ah Hong could see clearly. After all, there may be many people in the future who will try to satisfy their desires in the name of being good for him.

But at this last moment, he still felt distressed. Maybe he could protect the child for a while and wait until he gets older and be stronger.

But no matter what, Fu Hong can no longer stay in Jingzhou.

Their team continued to rush forward, and Fu Hong leaned silently in Zhao Zhi's arms, lowering his head to think about what he saw and heard along the way. Suddenly he asked, "Master, isn't the emperor the one who killed my whole family? Didn't the emperor live in Jiankang? Uncle Fu said they would help me get justice, but the people here did not harm me. Why did they hurt those innocent people?"

"Because that's just your hatred, not these people. Except for your father's old subordinates, everyone else joined later. Some of them were because they couldn't eat enough, some were wronged, and many people wanted to seek wealth and danger, and took the opportunity to seek a bright future. These people gathered together for various purposes, but they may not be able to achieve success in the end."

Zhao Zhi has seen too much people's hearts and can already be calm and free when talking.

But Fu Hong couldn't bear it, "For their own selfishness, they treated Fu and me as the puppet, and let them manipulate them, and took on everyone's resentment. This is not possible! I won't agree!"

Zhao Zhi didn't expect that Fu Hong had already thought of this, and after being surprised, he was relieved. He was worthy of being a descendant of the Fu family. His intelligent and calm mind was quite like the style of the Fu family leader back then.

Just as he was about to say something, suddenly a group of people rushed over, and Zhao Zhi felt a slump. It seemed that he really couldn't leave smoothly today.
Chapter completed!