A colorful butterfly rushed out of the red smoke, fluttering its wings and flying high into the sky. Three feet under the sun, blood flows like a river.
On the way out of the palace, Xie Zhaoqiu also saw a butterfly. She followed the butterfly in a trance, wondering where it was going.
Her hand was empty, and the night banquet picture had been handed to Di Ji. She only remembered the close lips of Di Ji, but she didn't hear a word of what she said. She knew what she was doing, and soon the imperial guards in front of the palace would arrest people according to this painting. She betrayed her father.
Her father loved her very much.
She is obsessed with painting and is puzzled by outsiders. What does a woman do with these talents? But only her father supported her and did not force her to get married. He only told her to do whatever she wanted. In fact, my father's attitude was not like this at first.
My father also loved painting when he was young, but most of his paintings were mediocre, except for the butterflies used for embellishment, which were extremely good and lifelike, as if they were about to fly out of the painting. Her talent is far superior to that of her father, but the butterflies she draws are exactly the same as those of her father. It was probably in this subtle way that my father saw the wonderful power of bloodline continuity. She was his continuation and embodiment in this world. His attitude suddenly changed and he began to be particularly supportive of her hobbies.
Xie Zhaoqiu is also very proud that he can be a little like his father.
The beliefs she upholds today, family and country, loyalty and filial piety, were all taught to her by her father.
Her father is like a god in her heart.
But she gave up filial piety because the other end of the scale was a heavier weight.
Just chasing that ordinary butterfly, the delicate soles of my shoes were almost worn out. She was a boudoir girl who never left the house or left the house. It seemed that she had never walked so many roads since she could remember. But she didn't feel the pain, as if she had turned into a butterfly fluttering in the wind.
Suddenly, someone pulled her into the wooden door.
"Sister Qiu, what have you done?!"
Xie Zhu's face was filled with anger. He hid it extremely carefully. He had been making plans since he was in Lidu Mansion. When neither Hu Sha nor Wanyan Jun knew his identity, he took the risk and staged a painful trick. To make his identity invincible from now on, he never expected that after working hard until today, he would be betrayed by his own daughter.
Xie Zhaoqiu looked at his father in front of him. He was dressed in civilian clothes and looked a little strange - was he trying to escape? She knelt down in a daze, silent tears streaming down her face, and she grabbed the corners of her father's clothes pleadingly.
"Father... stop it. What have you done? Why did you harm Brother Chaoen and Sixth Sister?"
"Chaoen and Xiaoliu are both my juniors, and I have never wanted to harm them. But like this dynasty, they are seeking their own destruction!"
"We are the people of Dayu - you can do nothing, but why do you have to betray?"
"Sister Qiu, you are confused! The Qi people are already unstoppable. If all the Han ministers observe the law and die, then who will carry out the Han people's ways? What I am doing now will bring harm to the present and benefit to the future!"
Xie Zhaoqiu was stunned. Was this his father's belief?
Is the Tao more important, or the festival more important?
"You went to the palace to report the news. I don't blame you. If I do, I blame you for hiding it from you for too long, which made it difficult for you to accept it for a while. Later you will understand. Jinling can't wait any longer. You come with me to Bianjing." .”
Xie Zhu raised his leg to ask, but Xie Zhaoqiu hugged his leg and stopped him.
"Father, you can't just leave!"
Xie Zhu eagerly wanted to lift his legs to break free.
"Brother Chaoen is still in dire straits, you must go and clarify for him!"
Xie Zhu lowered his eyes and looked at Xie Zhaoqiu with a strange look: "Sister Qiu, don't do unnecessary things."
"You were the indirect cause of Sixth Sister's death. If Brother Chaoen is harmed by your frame again, will you feel so at ease? How can you sleep peacefully for the rest of your life?!"
Xie Zhu sighed: "Chaoen and I are our own masters and have been enemies for a long time. What's more... it's too late."
He had quietly taken out a prepared handkerchief from his hand, and covered Sister Qiu's mouth when she was not prepared.
"On the great road, sacrifice is inevitable. Don't blame your father for being ruthless."
Sister Qiu heard her father say this.
She didn't struggle, she just opened her eyes wide and watched the hovering butterfly fly into the eaves and disappear before she passed out.
This is a butterfly that flew into the history books. The hastily made picture of the night banquet allowed future generations to know the names and appearances of the eight traitors, calling them the "Eight Thieves of Jiaxu". They either escaped or were arrested on this day, and no matter what the ending is at this moment, they have been nailed to the pillar of shame in history forever.
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Lidu Mansion has been without food for three days. The Valley of the Setting Sun fell.
The Qi army attacked the city with heavy troops and was fierce. Giant trees violently hit the city gates, ladders were erected on the city walls, and ignited crossbow arrows even shot into the houses in the city.
At the time of life and death, the soldiers and civilians of the Yu Dynasty resisted to the death. On the early morning of the western day, reinforcements from the imperial court suddenly arrived. The morale in the city was greatly boosted, and war drums were beating to the sky. The two armies fought under the city, and it was difficult to tell the winner.
However, after the Qi army had been attacking the city for several days, the soldiers were all exhausted and wanted to retreat and rest before fighting another day. Unexpectedly, an ambush suddenly attacked the base camp of Luyang Town and set fire to the camp. The Qi people thought that their retreat was cut off, so they attacked them from both sides like a turtle in an urn.
The army of the Yu Dynasty took advantage of the victory and pursued it, wiping out tens of thousands of enemies along the way. Only more than a thousand cavalrymen broke out to protect the commander. Han Xianwang only escaped with his body and fled north.
A great victory in Lidu Prefecture.
It was already evening when Nan Yi returned to the city with the scout camp. Although the city was devastated by the continuous offensive and defensive battles, at a glance, the city walls were covered with flags symbolizing victory, which made people feel inspired.
This battle was the most heartfelt victory for the Yu Dynasty after they lost their northern territories one after another and retreated steadily. The Qi army suffered heavy losses, and it is said that they will not invade the country again for at least a year.
Peace won on the battlefield is peace without worries. The people can finally rely on the new dynasty to breathe together and recuperate.
Nan Yi has long since returned home.
She wanted to proudly tell Xie Queshan how brave and skilled she and the scout battalion were, and how they made the Qi soldiers turn around. She did not live up to his trust at all.
He must have tried his best to defend the city. I wonder if he was injured.
The reinforcements came and Qi Ren was driven away. Now he can finally be clean and become the great hero of Lidu Prefecture.
Thinking of this, an indescribable excitement arose in her heart.
She missed him so much.
In every day and night when she traveled through the jungle, in every bravery she showed in overcoming obstacles, in every fight when she pierced the enemy with her sword, she would think of him.
She knew they were fighting together every moment.
Nan Yi's pace began to become brisk and she started running. She didn't want to waste a moment and wanted to share the joy of this moment with Xie Queshan right away.
As soon as he passed through the city gate, he was surrounded by enthusiastic people. Nan Yi was also thrown high in the cheers. Countless pairs of unfamiliar hands held her up and caught her. This feeling was so wonderful. In mid-air, she saw the endless crowd, those simple smiles and shouts. Overwhelming.
It's amazing how she became part of the hero.
Huge fireworks in the distance lit up the dusk sky.
Nan Yi was thrown up again. When she was at a high place, she looked around excitedly and saw the city wall outside the crowd. There seemed to be a small portrait on the base of the incomplete city wall - it was the portrait painted on the notice.
Even though he glanced at it from such a distance, he could only vaguely see it and hadn't confirmed anything yet, but as if he was sensing something, all of Nan Yi's happiness at the moment was instantly robbed by a raging uneasiness.
She hurriedly pushed aside the enthusiastic people and tried to push her way to the notice wall against the crowd. The crowd was like an uncontrollable tide, causing her to take three steps forward and two steps back.
The five to six feet long road has been crowded for a long time and we haven't arrived yet.
But every time she looked out from the crowd of people, she saw a few words on the notices. Little by little, the truth about him hit her like a thorn.
"The traitor Xie Queshan, in pursuit of his own selfish interests, surrendered to the enemy and betrayed his country, abandoning his homeland in a dangerous situation. Fortunately, his crime was exposed, and the disaster was temporarily aborted. His crime cannot be punished. He now appealed to the temple, and with the permission of the emperor, he was punished by being broken into a chariot. Comfort the world and calm the anger of all people."
The bottom is covered with a bright red seal of the government office of Lidu Prefecture.
It's true, it's true.
Nan Yi rushed forward, took off the notice, and tore it clean.
"Nonsense! Nonsense!" She had scarlet eyes, like a crazy beast, roaring at the vast sea of people, "He is not a traitor! Where is he being held?!"
"He was executed a few days ago and his body was quartered on the street." The people around him looked at Nan Yi strangely.
"Yes, if he hadn't been captured and executed to eliminate Qi Ren's conspiracy, how could reinforcements have come? The court said he was a traitor, so he must be!"
"Shut up!" Nan Yi suddenly pulled out his sword and pointed the shining blade at the speaker. She wished that all these annoying sounds would disappear, but it was clear that just a moment ago they were celebrating their victory together. She returned to the battlefield for a moment, and everywhere she looked were enemies.
The murderous aura rising around her frightened the people. They looked at Nan Yi like a madman and backed away in fear.
"He is not a traitor. If anyone says another word, I will cut out his tongue!"
Nan Yi walked out with her sword in hand, and the crowd automatically made way for her. Countless eyes of curiosity, contempt or fear fell on her.
impossible. He can't die.
Even the Qi people failed to kill him, how could he die in the hands of his compatriots.
This is probably a delaying tactic.
She didn't believe it.
Nan Yi grabbed a horse and galloped towards the military camp regardless of the situation. The fireworks of victory followed her like a shadow in the night sky behind her, but at this moment it seemed like a huge mockery.
The long wind filled with the smell of blood penetrated her body. It was the wind of death blowing from the Sunset Valley. It was the sound that sounded above the mountain of corpses and the sea of fire. She seemed to see the cunning years heading towards her heart. An arrow is fired, and she tries to save the day before it reaches the bullseye.
She broke into Song Muchuan's coach's camp.
Song Muchuan sat there with no sadness or joy on his face, as if he had been waiting for her for a long time.
"Where are the others?"
Nan Yi expected him to answer something. They changed things, and it was not Xie Queshan who died. This was for the people to see. He was still alive and well in a corner of this world, but now it was not so convenient for him to meet her openly. This was the last strength that kept her standing.
Song Muchuan didn't answer. A long silence was the answer.
The arrow was bound to arrive from the moment it was shot, and her ridiculous struggle was just a short escape.
She remembered that on the notice, only Song Muchuan was qualified to put the seal representing the Lidu Mansion, indicating that he knew everything and participated in everything.
"I kill you."
From beginning to end, there was no expression on her face. People give up control of their bodies when they are extremely sad. She only has fragmented instincts. She wants to avenge him.
On the tip of the sword she stabbed towards Song Muchuan, there was a hopeless determination to perish together.
