Chapter 1113

She was very hungry.

In the chaos, she grabbed a bone with a little bit of meat on it, then curled up in the corner.

But before she could eat, she was discovered.

A boy who was swallowing food and holding a dagger stood in front of her, his eyes fierce.

That look reminded her of the vicious dog that gnawed on her parents' corpses back then.

She was very afraid, but also very hungry.

Closing her eyes, she took a bite of the bone, waiting for everything that might happen.

However, when she swallowed the first bite of meat, nothing happened.

She opened her eyes.

She saw a body that wasn't very strong compared to her blocking in front of her.

Qing.

Qing, holding a dagger in both hands, blocked in front of her.

She would always remember that day, the look Qing gave her when he looked back.

Full of expectation, unyielding, stubborn, and... pity.

Later she learned that Qing had a younger sister, the same age as her, but she didn't survive.

Qing treated her as his own sister and protected her with his life.

Time and time again, time and time again.

Later, there were fewer and fewer people in the tent.

But she survived under Qing's protection.

Until later!

A great fire, a fire that seemed to burn up all evil, ignited Mount Tanhanshan.

That day, the firelight reaching the sky was like the most brilliant light in her life, lighting up her life.

That man riding a black horse, like a god, appeared in her life.

I will take you home!

A few simple words, although two years had passed, still lingered in her heart.

Home!

From the grassland, to Bingzhou, to Taiyuan, to Jinyang.

Along the way, several times when she woke up from a nightmare, she would see that tall figure covering her with a thick quilt.

But years of psychological trauma still kept her vigilant at all times.

Until she arrived in Jinyang.

She believed that all this was not a dream.

And she felt the warmth of home for the first time.

And for the first time, she saw that the children who survived all had smiles on their faces.

The sunlight falling on her was warm, the eyes around her were gentle, and that tall figure was the light she longed for most in this life.

She wanted to burn herself for this beam of light, to light up every dark corner of this world.

She saw how that tall figure treated the people.

Knew everything that tall figure had paid for the people.

At the same time, she also saw how he punished those officials who regarded the lives of the Han people as nothing but grass.

At that moment, she knew that if she didn't want children to have the same encounter as her in the world again, she had to be like the great fire that burned Mount Tanhanshan, to ignite the filth and baseness of this world, and to burn everything and rebuild it.

For this goal, she was willing to pay everything.

Pursing her lips, the pain from her shoulder didn't count for anything.

The shouts of the pursuers behind her came again.

Hongchan, with a firm gaze, got up and ran toward the distance again.

A cicada, dormant underground for several years, breaks through the soil only to make the loudest cicada song.

Buguangli.

Duan Yu frowned as he looked at the two secret letters placed in front of him.

The first secret letter was sent by Hongchan, who was lurking beside Yuan Shu.

It recorded the words Yuan Shu said after being drunk last night.

Through those words of Yuan Shu, combined with previous intelligence, a complete answer could be obtained.

Zhang Feng was used as a knife by the Yuan family.

Borrowing a knife to kill.

And the second secret letter was just sent.

Hongchan was exposed.

Currently being hunted.

"Zilong," Duan Yu called out in a low voice.

"This subordinate is here."

Zhao Yun, outside the hall, stepped forward and bowed to receive the order.

"Take a squad of men to meet Hongchan; you must... keep her alive!"

"Do not expose your identity; bring her back."

"This subordinate obeys!" Zhao Yun turned and left.

Duan Yu took a deep breath.

War, fighting, there are no people who don't die.

He had understood this point long ago.

But... those children were brought back by him from Mount Tanhanshan; how could he let them be disheartened?

Letting Hongchan die was obviously easier than letting her live; even just one arrow would suffice.

He also understood this point.

But... he couldn't do it.