Chapter 1792: Pei Yuanxiu, is this what you want to win?

As he stepped into this mansion step by step, Pei Yuanxiu and Xie Yan apparently felt a little bit different. Xie Yan quickly came to the front, but he was completely unfamiliar with it, and couldn't keep up with my pace at all. I rushed into the lobby.
At a glance, you can see several bodies lying on the floor of the lobby.
At this time, I was stunned.
One of them turned out to be-Xiaofuzi!
I couldn't believe my eyes. When I saw him lying there, I was stunned. Standing at the door for a while, I couldn't take a step further.
Pei Yuanxiu and they followed immediately, and they didn't talk when they saw this scene.
Xie Yuan looked around, returned to his side, and only nodded his head.
There is no danger here.
Of course there is no danger. If there is, it is great. At least one living person can tell me what is going on here.
Why is Xiaofuzi here?
I finally couldn't help it, and slowly walked in, and every step, I stepped on his blood, approached him, and slowly crouched down before I could see that he was wearing a very simple, ordinary person. Xunzi, not the Liupin robe that was worn when he was still in the palace. If I didn't know him, I would have thought that this was a thief who had been robbed and killed.
As soon as I saw him, I came to understand. The strange corpses I saw just now came along, and some of them were little eunuchs who were with him. There seemed to be two guards, but because of changing clothes I didn't recognize it for a while.
But, Xiao Fuzi?
Why is he here?
I froze for a while, and then looked down before I noticed that there was also a stab wound on his body, and he pierced through his chest from behind, bleeding all the way to the ground, and even blood splashed on one of the walls.
It is conceivable that he was suffering at that time.
But ... unlike this scene, unlike his terrible wound, his face turned out to be a very calm expression, even with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
And his hand, his hand, bent slightly, and stretched to the side, as if he had grasped something before dying.
It seems that someone has shaken his hand.
But now, his hands were just empty, without everything he had mastered, not even a little temperature.
What's going on?
In the end what happened?
I looked at him, but felt that tears were constantly rising, almost blurring my vision. I looked up and looked around, only to see a body lying on the ground not far from him, and The corpse was obviously a soldier from Shengjing, who still clenched a steel knife in his hand and had blood on the tip.
It seemed to me that I suddenly understood what came over.
Xiaofuzi is here--
I slowly turned my head to look at him again. When I saw the almost contented smile on his face, I couldn't help it, and a tear burst out of his eyes and fell into his palm.
Then tears couldn't help it.
My tears were flooding, and I cried with both hands holding him, but I cried like this, but there was no sound in the hoarse throat, and the painful gasp of my pain resounded in the empty room. Standing next to each other, when they saw this scene, they all became quiet.
Now, whatever it is said to be useless.
With the flames of war, the people left, the corpses were everywhere, how innocent they were ...
These words, no matter how many times they are repeated, no matter who has spoken their heart, even the ears of the listeners hear the cocoon, but the words are words, fluttering like the wind, if the heart does not remember, nothing will be left under.
Even on the way into the city, I saw those innocent people being slaughtered, and seeing the weak little court girls in the palace being bullied, but they are all others ...
However, if it was someone who knew it all?
Is it someone you care about?
It's yourself ... what about your beloved?
Xiaofuzi, you just came here because you couldn't bear to see any bit of misfortune, did you?
You want to protect her, but before the war, who else can completely protect herself and protect her beloved?
What is the strength of anyone before the great ship of war?
A person walked behind me, leaned down slowly, a pair of warm hands held my shoulders, and wanted to lift me up, but my stiff body made him feel a little weak, he squatted Behind me, said gently: "Lightness ... you, don't you be too sad ..."
I slowly turned my head to look at him.
That handsome face was probably pale due to the weather being too cold, and his lips were not as rosy as before, but his breath was extremely gentle, as if he was afraid to scare me.
I smiled at him sadly, tears falling down.
I said gently, "Pei Yuanxiu, is this what you want to win?"
"..."
"If that's the case, you won."
His expression froze.
I lifted his hand and stood up shaking, looking at the house that once belonged to me. The grass and trees here were all for me, and I arranged all the tables and chairs here. Door and hall, although I know that this place may not be a place for me to stay for a long time, but I still spent a lot of time on it.
But now, the corpses are all messy.
Old Zhu died, and Xiao Fuzi died here. Even when I walked in, I saw that the body of the little girl Xiaoni was also lying on the ground, and several people under Du Yan were also covered. Wounded and died terribly.
Everything was completely broken because of a war.
Seeing the more I walked in, the more corpses I saw, the more my expression was stunned, and in the end, the tears could not flow out at all, I just felt that my eyes hurt, as if bleeding was coming. I, he reached out and grabbed me, and said, "You don't have to look anymore."
"..."
"Let's go back. Wait for the good news!"
"..."
"I will definitely get her back!"
I was like a wooden man, so he was forced to go out and walked to the door, I suddenly broke his hand, and looked back again.
Liu Fu ...
Little Liu Mansion turned out to be just a microcosm of Beijing.
Much more tragic death, more painful life and death than here, must have happened in this capital somehow, I cry, how many people can we cry for?
Before leaving, I threw a torch into the house, then closed the door and locked it tightly.
Slowly, the flame swallowed the place again.
And I didn't look back.