C2: In prison
Ten years ago … Ten years ago …
In the last year of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Zhao Xu of the Cang Zhou, Cao Cao of the Bo Zhou, and Dong Zhuo of the Western Liang also responded. A few years later, the Yellow Scarves Rebellion was pacified, Dong Zhuo also took over the imperial government, Zhao Xu was bestowed the title of the governor and was placed in charge of one side.
Zhao Xu was a descendant of a famous sect, but his family had fallen. Now, he had formed his own army and went on a campaign against the Yellow Scarves. He had been out for many years, and after the Yellow Scarves had calmed down, he was bestowed the title of governor.
It was already autumn, and the migratory birds were migrating to the south. A large number of magpies and geese were circling above Zhao Xu's house, the flowers in the garden were usually beginning to bloom, but today, it was still late at night.
It was late at night and there was no light from the moon. There were no stars in the night sky, and he could not see his five fingers in front of him.
Ah, a shout broke the silence, and then the whole house was up, looking for candles, lighting lamps, lighting up the house. It turned out that Madam was about to have a baby. The midwives kept shouting, "Madam, please do your best!"
The child was not born for a long time, and Zhao Xu also paced back and forth at the door, very anxious and restless.
Woo … "Howl …" The cry of an infant caused everyone in the mansion to calm down, and their tightly knitted eyebrows gradually relaxed.
The first rays of the morning sun shone through the window onto the girl's face. The girl was sleeping peacefully, and the fiery red sunlight dyed everything in the room red.
Zhao Xu placed his daughter on his wife's pillow. The mistress turned her head and looked at her daughter, touching her daughter with her hands, and her eyes were filled with love and pity. They saw that her daughter's eyes were deep and dark, and looking at the strange scene in the residence, Zhao Xu realized that her child was not ordinary.
Zhao Xu said: "Madam, our daughter will definitely do something in the future."
Zhao Xu looked at her daughter, her happiness filling her face, but her wife said: "Really? I wish she could live a normal life. "
"Give the child a name."
Yeah, Zhao Xu was so happy that he forgot such an important matter, Call me Hong er.
What a happy family there was in the house, with their parents and their baby, and their happy life began.
Zhao Xu doted on her daughter and often taught her to ride and shoot arrows. Zhao Xu's wife was the most beautiful woman in the Cang Zhou at the time, and was most proficient at embroidering phoenix Nirvana Qi. Her skills were incomparable to others and attracted the envy of many people.
Cao Cao wanted to steal someone's wife, but hearing that Zhao Xu's wife was a beauty that was rarely seen in a hundred years, they heard that it wasn't long before they sent their troops to attack Zhao Xu. Zhao Xu's army were ambushed by Cao Cao, and they suffered heavy losses.
Difficult labor.
The child had not been given birth for two hours. The midwife hurriedly came out and asked, "General, the madam has a difficult pregnancy, but the lord can only protect one child. What should we do?"
Zhao Xu said resolutely, "Save the madam.
At this moment, he heard his wife shouting, "Husband, husband!"
She held Zhao Xu's hand tightly and said, "Save the child, take the child."
She knew that even if she protected herself, she wouldn't have the strength to escape after giving birth to her child. Furthermore, the Cang Zhou City would be breached soon, so she couldn't become his burden.
After giving birth to a baby girl, she bled profusely and died.
The baby girl had also lost her breath because of her weakness.
Dressed in armor, Zhao Xu brought her daughter, who was five years old, along with him as she fought her way out of the siege to the outskirts of the city to fend off Cao Cao and the tens of thousands of soldiers and horses. The young girl panicked, but understood the situation she was in.
Her father was alone in front of her. Her mother was dead, and she had to take care of herself, and now that her life was no longer in her father's hands, the war had ruined her family. She could not forget the pain she had felt.
At this time, her father said something to her that changed her life. "Hong'er, go. The further you go, the better. Remember to take revenge for me."
As she ran, Hong'er almost lost her composure. As she ran, she looked back and saw with her own eyes that her father had fallen, that he had been killed, and that his blood had spilled all over the sky. This was the first time she had come into contact with death, and she remembered her father's eyes very clearly, and she would never forget it.
Hong'er clearly saw the letter Cao on the banner of the enemy troops when she was escaping. At that time, Cao Cao thought that they had cut off all roots, but who would have known that there was also this Zhao Orphan.
How do you live with a five-year-old? How can I take care of myself?
She, as a child, how could she take revenge? Hong'er walked aimlessly, not eating or drinking, and finally she fell down, not knowing anything.
She had a long, long dream of a happy life with her father and mother and sister, of her mother hugging her sister and playing with her sister, of her father watching her and suddenly there was fire everywhere and she couldn't find her father or her mother or her sister and the fire was eating away at her little body.
She knew that all of this was a dream, that the scene in the dream would never appear again, that all of this was Cao Cao, that it was him, that the enmity that killed her father was irreconcilable, that the seeds of hatred were planted in her heart.
"You're awake." A voice asked her in a neutral tone, and Hong'er looked up to see a woman in her forties, dressed in black, "Did you save me?" Hong'er asked, "Yes."
"Many thanks. Hong'er is unable to repay the favor of saving her life."
"It's nothing. Rest well."
"May I have your name please?"
"Yishan."
"Aunt Yishan, I have nowhere else to go. Can you take me in?"
The child in front of him was truly pitiful. He couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. "Sure, you can stay here and call me master from now on. But remember not to go down the mountain."
"Thank you." After his master left, a girl around ten years old came. She was dressed in white, and she was holding a set of white robes. "Here, master asked me to give this to you."
"Then what should I call you?" "I am your senior sister, I am called Jing." "Senior Sister Jing, thank you." Hong'er carefully examined the two of them. The two of them looked extremely similar, both of them as cold as ice. She never said much, but Hong'er collected her emotions and began her life once more.
The next day, Hong'er officially became her disciple. When she asked for the names of the two sects, she said that there were no sects, and she treated these two disciples the same. Jing'er and Hong'er had completely different personalities, one was cold as ice, and the other was passionate like fire.
Jing'er would never take the initiative to talk to Hong'er, and it was always Hong'er who took the initiative to look for her.
Hong'er once asked Master why she called herself Yishan? Her Master had said that in the chaotic world, 'kindness' no longer existed in the hearts of people. The reason why she wanted to call her name was to make everyone treat everyone with kindness.
However, this was not as simple as Hong'er thought. Master did not allow them to go down the mountain and teach them swordsmanship every day. The two of them had to have one person leave this place in ten years, while the rest would inherit the sword skills left behind by Master.
The person who left could never come back, could never talk to outsiders about this, and had to bring back a few girls to continue learning sword techniques. In order to choose the next Sect Leader, they would be rivals from the beginning, because only the victor could live a leisurely life like a crane in the wild.
One day, when Hong'er got tired of living here, she secretly ran down the mountain and was discovered by her master. She criticized, "Speak, why are we going down the mountain, Hong'er?" Hong'er said, feeling wronged, "I … I'm just curious, curious about what the outside world looks like."
"You don't think you're wrong, do you?"
"Yes." Hong'er's face was filled with stubbornness, she did not think that she had done anything wrong, "Fine, then I'll punish you and not come back until you realize that you were wrong."
Hong'er stubbornly left. She wasn't in the wrong, but it wasn't wrong for her to be curious about the outside world. Moreover, she had her eyes closed while listening on the mountain, so how could she take revenge?
did not plead for her sake. She knew that the decision her master made could not be changed by anyone.
It was late in the night, and Hong'er was walking alone in the forest. She didn't take out a torch, and moonlight poured down, illuminating every inch of the forest. She could clearly hear the howls of wild beasts.
Hong er walked and walked until she suddenly stopped, she saw a Plum Tree, it was exactly like the one on the back mountain of Cang Zhou's house, Hong er couldn't help but walk over, she hugged the Plum Tree and cried, crying sorrowfully.
Wrong? She was right! "The wrong one is Master. That kind of pedantry, which is always a bit old-fashioned, is always out of place."
At this moment, a young man around seventeen or eighteen years old walked over. He had a face like that of a fan, and a mouth like that of a parrot. He wore light gray clothes, and his appearance was as beautiful as a girl s. As if he was a young man from a painting, he handed Hong er a handkerchief. So sad? " he asked softly.
His voice was also very pleasant to hear. It was gentle and beautiful with a hint of magnetism, seemingly unintentionally yet also carrying a hint of craftiness. He wanted to look at Hong'er while looking at her prey.
There was nothing in this world that could make people lose their mind. However, beauty was something that they could do!
C2: In prison
Ten years ago … Ten years ago …
In the last year of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Zhao Xu of the Cang Zhou, Cao Cao of the Bo Zhou, and Dong Zhuo of the Western Liang also responded. A few years later, the Yellow Scarves Rebellion was pacified, Dong Zhuo also took over the imperial government, Zhao Xu was bestowed the title of the governor and was placed in charge of one side.
Zhao Xu was a descendant of a famous sect, but his family had fallen. Now, he had formed his own army and went on a campaign against the Yellow Scarves. He had been out for many years, and after the Yellow Scarves had calmed down, he was bestowed the title of governor.
It was already autumn, and the migratory birds were migrating to the south. A large number of magpies and geese were circling above Zhao Xu's house, the flowers in the garden were usually beginning to bloom, but today, it was still late at night.
It was late at night and there was no light from the moon. There were no stars in the night sky, and he could not see his five fingers in front of him.
Ah, a shout broke the silence, and then the whole house was up, looking for candles, lighting lamps, lighting up the house. It turned out that Madam was about to have a baby. The midwives kept shouting, "Madam, please do your best!"
The child was not born for a long time, and Zhao Xu also paced back and forth at the door, very anxious and restless.
Woo … "Howl …" The cry of an infant caused everyone in the mansion to calm down, and their tightly knitted eyebrows gradually relaxed.
The first rays of the morning sun shone through the window onto the girl's face. The girl was sleeping peacefully, and the fiery red sunlight dyed everything in the room red.
Zhao Xu placed his daughter on his wife's pillow. The mistress turned her head and looked at her daughter, touching her daughter with her hands, and her eyes were filled with love and pity. They saw that her daughter's eyes were deep and dark, and looking at the strange scene in the residence, Zhao Xu realized that her child was not ordinary.
Zhao Xu said: "Madam, our daughter will definitely do something in the future."
Zhao Xu looked at her daughter, her happiness filling her face, but her wife said: "Really? I wish she could live a normal life. "
"Give the child a name."
Yeah, Zhao Xu was so happy that he forgot such an important matter, Call me Hong er.
What a happy family there was in the house, with their parents and their baby, and their happy life began.
Zhao Xu doted on her daughter and often taught her to ride and shoot arrows. Zhao Xu's wife was the most beautiful woman in the Cang Zhou at the time, and was most proficient at embroidering phoenix Nirvana Qi. Her skills were incomparable to others and attracted the envy of many people.
Cao Cao wanted to steal someone's wife, but hearing that Zhao Xu's wife was a beauty that was rarely seen in a hundred years, they heard that it wasn't long before they sent their troops to attack Zhao Xu. Zhao Xu's army were ambushed by Cao Cao, and they suffered heavy losses.
Difficult labor.
The child had not been given birth for two hours. The midwife hurriedly came out and asked, "General, the madam has a difficult pregnancy, but the lord can only protect one child. What should we do?"
Zhao Xu said resolutely, "Save the madam.
At this moment, he heard his wife shouting, "Husband, husband!"
She held Zhao Xu's hand tightly and said, "Save the child, take the child."
She knew that even if she protected herself, she wouldn't have the strength to escape after giving birth to her child. Furthermore, the Cang Zhou City would be breached soon, so she couldn't become his burden.
After giving birth to a baby girl, she bled profusely and died.
The baby girl had also lost her breath because of her weakness.
Dressed in armor, Zhao Xu brought her daughter, who was five years old, along with him as she fought her way out of the siege to the outskirts of the city to fend off Cao Cao and the tens of thousands of soldiers and horses. The young girl panicked, but understood the situation she was in.
Her father was alone in front of her. Her mother was dead, and she had to take care of herself, and now that her life was no longer in her father's hands, the war had ruined her family. She could not forget the pain she had felt.
At this time, her father said something to her that changed her life. "Hong'er, go. The further you go, the better. Remember to take revenge for me."
As she ran, Hong'er almost lost her composure. As she ran, she looked back and saw with her own eyes that her father had fallen, that he had been killed, and that his blood had spilled all over the sky. This was the first time she had come into contact with death, and she remembered her father's eyes very clearly, and she would never forget it.
Hong'er clearly saw the letter Cao on the banner of the enemy troops when she was escaping. At that time, Cao Cao thought that they had cut off all roots, but who would have known that there was also this Zhao Orphan.
How do you live with a five-year-old? How can I take care of myself?
She, as a child, how could she take revenge? Hong'er walked aimlessly, not eating or drinking, and finally she fell down, not knowing anything.
She had a long, long dream of a happy life with her father and mother and sister, of her mother hugging her sister and playing with her sister, of her father watching her and suddenly there was fire everywhere and she couldn't find her father or her mother or her sister and the fire was eating away at her little body.
She knew that all of this was a dream, that the scene in the dream would never appear again, that all of this was Cao Cao, that it was him, that the enmity that killed her father was irreconcilable, that the seeds of hatred were planted in her heart.
"You're awake." A voice asked her in a neutral tone, and Hong'er looked up to see a woman in her forties, dressed in black, "Did you save me?" Hong'er asked, "Yes."
"Many thanks. Hong'er is unable to repay the favor of saving her life."
"It's nothing. Rest well."
"May I have your name please?"
"Yishan."
"Aunt Yishan, I have nowhere else to go. Can you take me in?"
The child in front of him was truly pitiful. He couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. "Sure, you can stay here and call me master from now on. But remember not to go down the mountain."
"Thank you." After his master left, a girl around ten years old came. She was dressed in white, and she was holding a set of white robes. "Here, master asked me to give this to you."
"Then what should I call you?" "I am your senior sister, I am called Jing." "Senior Sister Jing, thank you." Hong'er carefully examined the two of them. The two of them looked extremely similar, both of them as cold as ice. She never said much, but Hong'er collected her emotions and began her life once more.
The next day, Hong'er officially became her disciple. When she asked for the names of the two sects, she said that there were no sects, and she treated these two disciples the same. Jing'er and Hong'er had completely different personalities, one was cold as ice, and the other was passionate like fire.
Jing'er would never take the initiative to talk to Hong'er, and it was always Hong'er who took the initiative to look for her.
Hong'er once asked Master why she called herself Yishan? Her Master had said that in the chaotic world, 'kindness' no longer existed in the hearts of people. The reason why she wanted to call her name was to make everyone treat everyone with kindness.
However, this was not as simple as Hong'er thought. Master did not allow them to go down the mountain and teach them swordsmanship every day. The two of them had to have one person leave this place in ten years, while the rest would inherit the sword skills left behind by Master.
The person who left could never come back, could never talk to outsiders about this, and had to bring back a few girls to continue learning sword techniques. In order to choose the next Sect Leader, they would be rivals from the beginning, because only the victor could live a leisurely life like a crane in the wild.
One day, when Hong'er got tired of living here, she secretly ran down the mountain and was discovered by her master. She criticized, "Speak, why are we going down the mountain, Hong'er?" Hong'er said, feeling wronged, "I … I'm just curious, curious about what the outside world looks like."
"You don't think you're wrong, do you?"
"Yes." Hong'er's face was filled with stubbornness, she did not think that she had done anything wrong, "Fine, then I'll punish you and not come back until you realize that you were wrong."
Hong'er stubbornly left. She wasn't in the wrong, but it wasn't wrong for her to be curious about the outside world. Moreover, she had her eyes closed while listening on the mountain, so how could she take revenge?
did not plead for her sake. She knew that the decision her master made could not be changed by anyone.
It was late in the night, and Hong'er was walking alone in the forest. She didn't take out a torch, and moonlight poured down, illuminating every inch of the forest. She could clearly hear the howls of wild beasts.
Hong er walked and walked until she suddenly stopped, she saw a Plum Tree, it was exactly like the one on the back mountain of Cang Zhou's house, Hong er couldn't help but walk over, she hugged the Plum Tree and cried, crying sorrowfully.
Wrong? She was right! "The wrong one is Master. That kind of pedantry, which is always a bit old-fashioned, is always out of place."
At this moment, a young man around seventeen or eighteen years old walked over. He had a face like that of a fan, and a mouth like that of a parrot. He wore light gray clothes, and his appearance was as beautiful as a girl s. As if he was a young man from a painting, he handed Hong er a handkerchief. So sad? " he asked softly.
His voice was also very pleasant to hear. It was gentle and beautiful with a hint of magnetism, seemingly unintentionally yet also carrying a hint of craftiness. He wanted to look at Hong'er while looking at her prey.
There was nothing in this world that could make people lose their mind. However, beauty was something that they could do!
