Chapter 276 Ordinary People
The night wind was filled with a hint of coolness, penetrating every pore.
The small courtyard named "Zhulu" deep in Chengyuan is now immersed in silence.
The wind blew past the eaves, bringing with it a rustling sound of leaves.
Qin Zhaoyue was lying on the green tiles on the roof of the main house, resting her little head on her hands, looking up at the starry sky.
The night sky is high and vast, dark blue and clear.
An icy disk hung in the sky, casting a cold and merciless silver light, so bright that it was almost harsh.
There are very few stars, timidly hanging on the edge of the distant sky, forced to dim by the overbearing moonlight.
Qin Zhaoyue held up a white porcelain wine pot in her hand, which contained twenty years of aged daughter's red wine. The strong and mellow aroma of the wine overwhelmed the faint sweet fragrance of the early osmanthus in the courtyard.
I tilted my head back, and the spicy taste rushed straight into my throat, burning all the way down, as if I had swallowed a twisting fire snake.
This was already the second pot of wine, and the alcohol was strong and heavy. I began to feel dizzy, and the cold moon was emitting a blurry halo.
In a moment of carelessness, the wine slid down the corner of his mouth and onto his robe.
There was clearly no sound, but I seemed to hear a "tick, tick" sound in my ears.
Suddenly, I smelled a strong smell of blood, mixed with the smell of old dirty blood or decay and mold. I couldn't tell whether it was.
A pair of eyes, covered with a deep red color, violently broke through the veil woven by alcohol, and the clarity was suffocating.
That small, damp cell that never sees the sun, the dark brown dirt condensed on the stone walls...
The air was as thick as solidified grease, mixed with rust, pus, blood, and the sweet smell of rotting flesh...
The rough wooden table was covered with crisscrossing scars, and on it were placed dark clamps, slender steel needles, and barbed leather whips...
And that wooden barrel beneath the rack that received the last few drops of blood...
Tick-tock...
Tick-tock...
The details that I deliberately ignored took advantage of the drunkenness to sneak in and are now vivid in my mind.
Qin Zhaoyue's jaws seemed to be biting something, and with a sudden force, everything in front of him disappeared.
My fingertips tingled, and a cold shudder shot up my spine and into my head.
My stomach was churning, and the nausea I had suppressed mixed with the strong smell of alcohol rushed straight to my throat.
She suddenly turned sideways, and her elbow hit the cold tiles hard, making a dull sound.
The violent coughing tore at my throat and chest, choking me so much that tears welled up in my eyes.
My throat was burning, but I couldn't suppress the nausea that was rising from deep within my gut, with a sweet and rusty taste.
"Damn God!"
After finally stopping the cough, his eyes were filled with mist.
If you don't see or think about some things, you can live your life with peace of mind.
But she saw it, and she couldn't help but think about it.
If this is the case in the huge Fengjing City, right under the feet of the emperor, what about other places?
“Opening history, every page is filled with benevolence, righteousness, and morality;
I looked carefully for half the night before I could make out the other words between the lines.
The whole book has two words written on it: Eat people!
The hard tiles hurt her palms, and she let go of the wine jug.
It rolled down the roof and stopped with a clang when it hit the ridge.
More than twenty years of aged wine gurgled out from the mouth of the pot, meandering along the blue-black tiles and sliding silently to the edge of the eaves.
Drop by drop, it fell into the deep darkness of the courtyard below.
The early autumn night wind was clearly cool, but at this moment it could not blow away the heavy, sticky and stuffy heat with a smell of blood all over my body.
Huh… Huh…
Qin Zhaoyue lay back heavily, as if all the bones had been drained out of him, and he was limp and unwilling to move.
She is neither a good person nor a bad person, she is just an ordinary person.
When I see stray cats and dogs, I feel sad and will go to the supermarket to buy some sausages and break them into pieces to feed them;
If you encounter difficulties, I will occasionally help you to the best of my ability.
When I see grandpa and aunt selling vegetables and fruits on the roadside, I will buy some;
But after I got home and found half-rotten fruits and vegetables at the bottom of the bag, I never bought it again;
After a day of hard work, I squeezed onto the bus or subway and was lucky enough to get a seat.
I would give it to the old man once or twice, and sometimes I would close my eyes and pretend to sleep.
Or they would lower their heads and stare intently at the phone screen, pretending not to see the toes of the cloth shoes appearing in front of them.
She is just an ordinary person.
If you are poor, you should take care of yourself; if you are rich, you should help the world.
Before, she felt that she was poor. Although she had a noble status, she had no money, no connections, and oh, a bad reputation.
What about now? Are you still poor? It seems not so poor anymore, so...
Qin Zhaoyue looked up at the sky with sleepy eyes.
At some point, her breathing gradually became even, but as her consciousness fell into the abyss, her red lips opened slightly:
"A few people, it doesn't cost much money..."
The soft whispers were carried away by the night wind, and the broken ink flew silently onto the roof.
She bent down and picked up her prince with the most gentle movements. The sleeping Qin Zhaoyue subconsciously leaned into the warm embrace.
Sui Mo lowered his head, looking at the childish sleeping face, with a sour feeling in his throat.
She heard the murmur, and there were tiny glints of light in her eyes. She felt a little distressed for some reason.
Fly down and put it on the bed in the bedroom.
Dou Zuan stood in the shadow under the eaves, looking at the door that closed silently, his eyes a little complicated.
“Knock…knock…knock…”
From afar came the monotonous sound of a clapper, penetrating the layers of roofs and courtyard walls, drifting faintly towards me...
Autumn is deep in the north.
The night wind after the beginning of autumn had already stripped away the last bit of summer heat, blowing across Qin Zhaoqiong's cheeks and brushing against the armor of more than a thousand cavalrymen behind him.
The team moved forward in silence, like a rushing iron stream in the dark night, and the armor gleamed with a cold and hard luster in the moonlight.
It was only a day's journey to the northern front, and the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, so Qin Zhaoqiong decided to march at night and find a place to camp after crossing Yanlingjin.
However, before reaching the river, the sky suddenly became gloomy and then a rainstorm came.
Dense raindrops poured down, hitting the armor heavily, and the sky and the earth were instantly filled with chaos.
The pouring rain does not look like autumn rain, but more like a shower in midsummer.
With his vision blurred, Qin Zhaoqiong ordered to slow down, and suddenly heard a loud noise in front.
Not long after, the scout reported back.
By this time, he was already soaked, with water droplets dripping down his hair and beard. His voice penetrated the rain curtain, accompanied by rapid panting:
"Your Highness! The stone bridge ahead is broken!"
Qin Zhaoqiong's brows suddenly furrowed, and without saying a word, he pulled the reins abruptly and drove forward.
The guards followed her like a shadow, surrounding her as they advanced in the heavy rain.
When he arrived at the river and reined in his horse, he could indeed sense the broken bridge.
The broken part of the bridge was as sharp as a saw tooth, lying across the turbulent and muddy torrent.
What is certain is that this road is blocked and we can only take a detour.
"Retreat!" Qin Zhaoqiong wrapped his voice with his true energy, drowning out the roar of wind and rain and reaching the army behind him.
Although he had only advanced two levels in a row, thanks to his rock-solid foundation, he had already stabilized his realm.
"Set up camp five hundred paces along the river."
"yes!"
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