Shocked! After planting, a sickly and charming first assistant will grow up.

Hua's father also panicked, and there was chaos in the courtyard, with accusations and crying.

The little girl hugged her brother's baby tightly, and waves of despair overwhelmed her.

As the sound of the horse's hooves became clearer, her roar sounded: "Why are you panic? Take the two children into the cellar."

The little girl's eyes lit up, yes! There is also a cellar.

"..."

"Saint! All the villagers in this village have fled." Luo Nannan controlled the horse under her and wandered around the village.

A general behind him replied, "From the analysis of the rutted footprints left on the ground, the person left not long ago."

Luo Nannan reined in the horse and sneered, "Do you still need me to teach you what you need to do?"

The general quickly lowered his head and said, "I will recover this person right now."

Looking at the back of the horse riding away, Luo Nannan's lowered eyes were full of madness and hatred: Luo Xi, if you don't come when I kill one person, can you still sit still if I kill ten thousand people?

In this massacre of the village, Beiling dispatched a total of two thousand elite soldiers. One thousand followed the general to pursue the villagers, and one thousand stayed in the village to plunder.

The belongings taken away by the fleeing villagers were limited, and most of them were left in the village. Once the enemy attacked the village, these supplies could always slow down the enemy's pursuit.

The idea was correct, but the only mistake was that he encountered a troop that took pleasure in killing people in Xingfu Village.

"..."

In the cellar of the Hua Family, the little girl listened to the inhuman, crazy and excited roar of "Ahhhh, ohhhhh" coming from above her head...

The whole person was so scared that he huddled up in a ball.

Suddenly, there was a loud sound in the distance. Her mother was so frightened that her hands shook and she loosened the shackles of the baby in her arms.

In an instant, the child's clear and loud cry echoed throughout the basement. The woman panicked and it was too late to cover the child's mouth...

Because the Beiling Army's arrogant laughter sounded in the courtyard, "Yo yo yo ~ there are still fish that have slipped through the net here!"

As the footsteps approached, the woman couldn't hold back her resentment and looked at her mother-in-law who was standing at the entrance with a solemn expression.

"It's all your fault! If you are too old to die, you are a thief. You are an old cunning woman who has done a lot of harm to others. Even if I am a ghost, I will not let you go!"

The man angrily yelled: "Why are you talking to your mother!"

The girl looked at her parents who were blaming each other and felt sad. She laughed miserably. What's the use at this time?

If my mother had resisted earlier...if my father had not been so foolish and filial...

That’s it! Everything is fate, nothing is up to you!

Determination flashed in the little girl's eyes. Even if she died, she would never let the beasts outside insult her!

Just when she took out the iron piece hidden in her sleeve and was about to scratch her neck... Grandma's voice sounded at the right time, as if she was speaking to everyone, but also as if she was talking to herself.

"You can't hide from the east and west attacks? That's the case..." As she said that, she opened the cellar door with her parents' frightened expressions on their faces:

"Let you take a good look at the last line of defense left by the old man for this family..."

As the door made of thick iron sheets opened and creaked, the Beiling Army looked down from above, showing a look of contempt and ridicule.

"Hide! Aren't you mediocre people as good as mice at digging holes in the ground? Why don't you hide?"

The old lady looked calm and said nothing, and walked out step by step under the teasing eyes of the Beiling Army.

Finally, he stopped in front of a large vat that looked like a pickle, and he swung down the iron rod in his hand...

There was a "crash", as if some mechanism was activated, and wooden rafts were erected behind the house to surround the entire small courtyard. The wooden rafts were inlaid with densely packed sharpened bamboo thorns.

The arrows pointed straight at every corner of the courtyard. The old lady stood opposite the seven panicked Beiling soldiers. At this moment, her aura rose sharply...

The old lady in the floral cotton-padded jacket suddenly turned around and smiled, "Da Ya, do you remember the path grandma asked you to go up the mountain to chop firewood when you were a child?"

"Grandma will never stop you again, let alone let anyone hurt you."

"You take long strides."

"Don't look back."

"No!" Hua Daya seemed to understand something and rushed forward like crazy, "No, I'm not going anywhere, grandma..."

"Kill this old woman, don't let her activate the mechanism." The incompetent fury of the Beiling Army could be heard in my ears, and at a certain moment, the sound of thousands of arrows piercing the air was heard.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

"Puff puff--"

"what!"

Rain of arrows, blood, and wails, Hua Daya stared blankly at the spectacular scene in the courtyard, her eyes trembling.

"Mom!" The rain of arrows stopped, and Hua's father stumbled and ran up, lifting up his mother who had fallen to the ground and was almost stuck like a hedgehog, crying sadly.

Blood was pouring out of the corner of the old lady's mouth. She held on for her last breath and wanted to touch her son's face again. She muttered at the corner of her mouth, "Run...run..."

Mother Hua held her son in her left hand and held her daughter in her right hand. She ran out of the cellar and shouted:

"Dad, let's go! Don't let down the way mother sacrificed her life to fight for us."

However, the bamboo arrows did not kill all the Beiling soldiers. One soldier who happened to be blocked by the two people behind him survived.

He yelled with a ferocious face and chased after Hua's father. He wiped his neck from behind with a knife and refused to rest in silence.

Blood stained the entire side of Hua Mu's face. She suddenly stopped running and put the baby in her arms into her daughter's hand. Her tone was almost gentle:

"Nanny, he is your brother, not your responsibility. Protect yourself at all times when necessary..."

After saying that, he pushed his daughter hard and turned around to face the Beiling soldiers who were chasing him. He wrapped his hands around the man's waist like iron pliers and allowed the long knife to shuttle through his body.

"Live."

"My mother-in-law must live."

Hua Daya stared blankly at the small courtyard. Her father, mother, grandma... relatives closed their eyes one after another.

"Wow!" Perhaps because he could no longer feel his mother's breath, his brother burst into tears in his arms, and Hua Daya finally came back to his senses.

Running forward without looking back.

The wind whistled in my ears and never looked back.

Thinking of her grandma's last words, she stepped on the path that she knew well by heart, leading to the back mountain.

She couldn't remember how many times she had walked this road since she was a child, and her grandma's mean and bitter face appeared again...

"Damn girl, have you picked up the firewood?"

"Go up the mountain to collect firewood."

“Just take this road, there’s no one around and there’s a lot of dead branches.”

"I'll beat you to death if you dare to tell others about the path I discovered."

Word by word, the words are still ringing in her ears, and it is clear... She clearly hated this family so much in the past, hated her grandma who was greedy for petty gains, and hated her parents who could not stand up...

Why can't I stop crying now?

Her vision was blurred, and in her ears came the roars and screams of the villagers before they died. Didn't they escape either?

Hua Daya didn't dare to take a breath for a moment, until she fell to the ground exhausted...

"General Qi Shen, a little girl fainted here."

An uncertain male voice came to the unconscious Hua Daya's ears. Was she...saved?

"..."

Capital——

The Fourth Prince's Mansion.

Zhan Ting fought hard for two days, but in the end he couldn't defeat the emperor. Feeling aggrieved, he came to Tianlao to apologize to Luo Xi and asked someone to move him...

Everyone was stunned as soon as they came in. The high bed with warm pillows, the rosewood table, the screen... Is this a prison cell or a boudoir?

The brat that made him hate him so much that he was getting drunk and chatting with a group of jailers.

"What kind of fourth prince is he? He's just a pretty boy selling his ass. He's like a rat in the gutter. He only dares to do some despicable tricks that don't bring him to the table."

"The ambition is bigger than the butt, is he worthy?"

Zhan Ting's face was livid with anger, and Lu Changqing, who was following him, looked at the fourth prince's chin and suppressed a smile without leaving any trace.

He coughed lightly to remind Luo Xi, who was chatting happily, that the real owner was here.