Her voice was drowned out by a loud splash, and Jin Yu turned back in horror, only to be blinded by the oncoming stream of water.
But although he couldn't see it, his mouth could taste it, and the heavy smell of blood in the water reminded him of what happened to the old couple of the Xing family in the water.
Jin Yu couldn't care about anything now, he didn't even have time to wipe the blood beads on his face, so he ran desperately towards the river beach.
When he was in a panic, there was a painful roar in his ears, the sound was not loud, but he could hear that it came from Uncle Xing, the strong man who had worked in the field all his life, but now he was like a worm caught in the palm of his hand, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't get rid of the fate of being kneaded into mud.
The crescent moon finally emerged from the thick clouds, and the clear light illuminated Jin Yu's frightened face, which was so distinct from red and white, like a hideous mask, covering the last bit of humanity in his heart.
Jin Yu rushed all the way to the front of the house, and he threw himself on the door, swallowing the familiar air in shock.
Now, he was so eager to drink a bowl of hot porridge that Xiuxiu had boiled with his own hands, and then lay down on his big comfortable bed, and slept desperately, forgetting everything that had just happened, nay, everything that had happened in the past few days.
As for the poison, the bag of poison that he regarded as Hebi Sui Zhu had long been thrown out of the clouds by him, and he had forgotten all about it.
All he could think about now was the scarlet river and Uncle Xing's miserable howl. blood Why is there so much blood, staining the surface of the river red, and the salty smell floating everywhere.
Unless, the two men were completely ground to minced flesh, how could the blood be squeezed out of the two already old bodies?
Jin Yu's brain buzzed, his body shook heavily, he didn't dare to think about it anymore, he pushed the door and was about to enter the house.
But before he crossed the threshold, he retracted again, and he stood by the door, listening to the bursts of laughter coming from inside, and his heart tightened for no reason: he didn't find Guojun on the river beach, so did Guojun suffer the same misfortune as his father and mother, or still As soon as this strange thought came to him, it was re-sunk by a figure that suddenly appeared in the middle of the courtyard.
Jin Chen walked out of the house, he looked at his younger brother, and a hearty smile slowly appeared on his face, "Xiao Yu, where have you been, why did you come back?"
Have you eaten, didn't eat my brother to serve you food. ” This smile was very warm, it should have been a good medicine to comfort the soul, but Jin Yu felt that his cold sweat was falling down his spine, he shook his head desperately with his neck stiff, and then fled back to his house like a thief without looking back.
This night was long and terrifying for Jin Yu, and the oil lamp next to the bed was lit and blown out by him, blown out and lit again.
Because he didn't know which state of light or darkness was the safest for him.
When he lit the lamp, he always felt completely exposed to some gloomy gaze, which stared at him creepy and could not sleep.
But when the lights went out, he was afraid that he would be swallowed silently in the night, and he didn't even have a chance to resist.
So, in this cold night, Jin Yu kept getting up and lying down again, and then he got up and lay down again, until the second half of the night, before finally succumbing to the torture of physical and mental exhaustion, and fell asleep in anxiety.
Just after the hour, the wind blew, and the wind hit the thin door panel, and the door creaked.
Jin Yu was awakened by the sound of the wind outside the door, he opened his eyes, and struggled to get up in a panic, but his body was just halfway up, but he felt that something fell from above, fell on his face, wet and sticky, and exuded a fishy smell.
Jin Yu was so frightened that his body instantly cooled down, and he opened his mouth to call someone, but between his lips and tongue was blocked by a sticky and slippery thing, and he could only barely let out a few "woo" wails, and he couldn't say a word.
"That old wine, you have done it."
A voice floated down from the beam, the voice seemed to be somewhat similar to Jin Chen, but it was different, but Jin Yu didn't have to bother guessing, because with the faint light of the wick, he saw a black shadow hanging upside down from the beam.
After a night of strong winds, the morning sky was clear and clear, and there was not even a trace of floating clouds.
The sun, which had not been seen for many days, also hung lazily in the east, spreading the warm sunlight to every corner of the earth.
Today is the winter solstice, and the people in Xin'an Mansion don't have to be on errands, so they go home early to worship their ancestors.
Cheng Muyou was easy to get free, so he personally sent Xun'er to the academy, and along the way, he also tested his homework to see if he had studied hard during these days.
Unexpectedly, this kid has improved a lot in his schoolwork recently, not only memorized all the books taught by his husband, but also developed a strong interest in the art of war.
Along the way, Xun'er was familiar with the strategies in the book of the Nine Great Soldiers, and he even discussed with Cheng Muyou the way to strengthen the army and save the country, and he was also reasonable and well-founded, not inferior to him, an adult who had experienced the battlefield.
Cheng Muyou knew that this was all due to Yan Niang, these days, he often saw the two of them studying the military book in the study, and studied until midnight.
Yan Niang also used stones to arrange the array, the square array, the circle array, the sparse array, the several arrays, the cone array, the goose array, the hook array, and the Xuanxiang array, so that Xun'er could break the formation.
These stones will move in the hands of Yan Niang, the formation is constantly changing, suddenly square and round, unpredictable, often when victory is in sight, the wind and clouds suddenly change, so that Xun'er has to be dangerous, surprisingly winning.
With such a good "master" by his side, how can Xun'er, a child, resist the strange charm of the art of war?
Thinking of this, the corners of Cheng Muyou's lips unconsciously lifted slightly, Xun'er found that his father no longer tested him, but stared at the horse's neck and smiled, and couldn't help but raise his head and ask, "Daddy, what do you want?"
Laughing like this" He frowned and thought for a long time, and finally swallowed the word "sweet", because he really felt that this word was too inconsistent with Cheng Muyou's image, and he was afraid that he would be blamed for saying it.
Cheng Muyou cleared his throat, decisively put away his smile, he dismounted neatly, picked Xun'er off the horse, and flicked it on the top of his round head, "Go quickly, Mr.
Late is going to scold you." ” Xun'er sighed, scratched his head and ran towards the academy, and when he arrived at the door, he turned around, with a sly smile on his face, "Daddy, do you miss Yan Niang?"
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