[Da Han Tianzi] Revenge after the abolition

She is an orphan, and goes with those who buy and sell slaves, and there will be many masters in a year.

Her face was scratched in an accident.

The hostess's lady didn't like other beautiful girls by her side. Once she accidentally knocked over the teacup, the lady picked up the broken pottery and scratched her face...

Zhao Wanhua actually accepted the reality very early.

A disfigured slave girl cannot be sold, and the philistine merchants will not like her. She was sold out again and stayed in the slave market again. This time, no one took her away again.

The dealer who sold himself said, it's unlucky, if no one comes to buy you, I will throw you out of the city tomorrow.

Zhao Wanhua didn't speak, but just lowered her head, the wound had already scabbed over, and she looked terrifying.

After three days, no one came to buy Zhao Wan's paintings. She thought that she would be thrown out and fend for herself from now on. She was still young and had no ability to survive. Maybe going out would be a dead end.

It's just that the disaster she thought didn't come. The dealer may have pity on her, but he still didn't abandon her.

She was placed with the other pretty, unscarred slave girls, and apart from having no friends, no one to talk to her, no one to help her when she stumbled—everything was fine.

The dealer was the most ordinary slave trader, and in the eyes of outsiders, he had never had any humanity, but he did not throw Zhao Wanhua out.

At that time, Zhao Wanhua was thinking, maybe everyone in the world is evil, right?

She is still young and doesn't know what is good and evil.

Two years have passed like this, and she is about thirteen or fourteen years old—she doesn't know how old she is, but she just estimates it this way.

On this day, she helped the dealer clean up the yard and was taken to the market. Originally, this was a very ordinary day, and she still would not be sold. changed.

Zhao Wanhua raised her head and looked at the man in front of her. He was wearing a dark blue gown, not made of silk. He looked ordinary, with a rigid face, straight and tight lips, and a pair of upside-down triangular eyes. , it was very fierce, and that gaze made people feel chills when they touched it.She also worked as a slave in a rich man's family, and she could see that the jade pendant on this man's waist was not very valuable, and he wore a simple wooden hairpin on his head, but this overall style must not be possessed by ordinary people.

It has to be said that Zhao Wanhua was very afraid of such a person.

A person who hides evil spirits.

This is the day when she met Zhang Tang and also encountered a turning point.

Perhaps without this day's eye-lifting, the things that will happen in the future will not happen.She is still a poor slave girl who can't be sold, and maybe one day she will be thrown out by a businessman who finally doesn't want to be kind.

Zhang Tang said, go and serve someone.

So she followed Zhang Tang away, and the dealer happily collected the three hundred dollars he got from selling her, and went back happily.

At that time, Zhao Wanhua looked back and saw the businessman's relaxed back, and suddenly became relaxed.

It seems that you can look forward to a different life.

So Zhao Wanhua went there and met Chen Ajiao, a woman who changed her life.

When they met for the first time, her intuition told her that Ajiao Chen was not simple at all. This was the most perfect smile she had ever seen. Although she was very friendly, she didn't smile to the bottom of her eyes.From the bottom of her heart, Chen Ajiao didn't want to laugh at this time.

What relationship did Zhang Tang have with his new master, Zhao Wanhua didn't really want to know, for those who knew too much would end badly.

As in the businessman's house, she was in charge of cooking as always, but she never thought that she would be reused by Chen Ajiao.

It was the first time I saw such a smart and bold woman, Wu Chengruo, who was worth a lot of money, slammed wine on the ground, and made a glass of restaurant fame. It also made Zhao Wanhua see the sincerity on Chen Ajiao's face for the first time. smile.

It was a kind of self-confidence that was inevitable. At that time, I didn't seem to know what self-confidence was. Chen Ajiao taught me those things.

Madam has a convincing temperament, but she doesn't like Ruan Yue, who later became Ning Yue.

She is the silent Zhao Wanhua. In fact, she lives in her own world most of the time. Although she is in the same space as others, her thoughts are free.

That young man Qi Jian always practiced sword in the yard while she was choosing vegetables, and his wife would often sit there and watch him practice sword, but at the end he couldn't finish watching, and left without interest.

Once Zhao Wanhua asked Chen Ajiao why she always left without finishing it.

The lady said that she couldn't understand it even after looking at it, so she simply didn't look at it.

Sometimes, Ajiao Chen is such a strange person.

But on the second day after she finished speaking, she sat there again to watch Qi Jian practice his sword. This time, Madam said—prenatal education.

Zhao Wanhua didn't understand, but later Madam became lazy and often fell asleep all day long. Qi Jian was practicing sword alone outside. After watching Madam watching him practice sword for a long time, suddenly the picture Zhao Wanhua felt that it was not suitable for her to become a person.

Finally, on the third day, Zhao Wanhua sat on the small stone bench for the first time, watching Qi Jian practice his sword.

She didn't feel anything, but it made Qi Jian blush.

In the future, she would go to sit around when she had time, but over time, she got Ruan Yue's eyes.Anyway, Zhao Wanhua didn't like Ruan Yue very much, so she just let it go.I heard that Ruan Yue made something for Qi Jian, I heard that Ruan Yue went to talk to Qi Jian, and I heard that the batch of maids trained by Ruan Yue made my wife barely satisfied...

These rumors are all from Mrs. Li. Older women always like to chatter like this.

It's just that Zhao Wanhua still went to see Qi Jian to practice swords early in the morning.

After a long time, Qi Jian and Zhao Wanhua also got to know each other well, coveting the things she made, so they often ran to the kitchen to steal their mouths, often lying on the window sill, sticking their heads in through the propped up window, looking What was she doing, and then she started asking for this and that.

Zhao Wanhua generally agrees to reasonable requests very straightforwardly, but to unreasonable ones, she just looks at Qi Jian once or twice more, and her eyes have the majesty of his wife's half-smile.

It's just that she knows that she must not look good when she smiles, because she has scars on her face.

One time, she wanted to make soup for her wife, but she lacked a lot of Codonopsis ginseng, and she was about to give up, but this guy Qi Jian wandered over from the corridor, poked his head in mysteriously, and asked her what she was up to .

Zhao Wanhua didn't bother to talk to him, her expression was as calm as ever.

Qi Jian teased her and said, you and your wife are really getting more and more like each other.

Holding a kitchen knife in her hand, Zhao Wanhua slashed into the chicken leg on the chopping board. The blade had already hit the chopping board, making a loud noise.Qi Jian was frightened by her, and quickly said that I didn't get your Codonopsis ginseng, so I'll give it to you right now!

Then he stretched his hands forward, and a handful of ginseng was in his hands.

In fact, Zhao Wanhua just hated Qi Jian standing here and disturbing her all the time, and didn't like what others kept saying in her ear when she was cooking. This guy Qi Jian is so honest, he actually offered the party ginseng with both hands...

Zhao Wanhua was really speechless.

Taking the ginseng from Qi Jian's hand, he was extremely annoyed at first, but in the end he couldn't help laughing, the corners of his lips were raised a little, which was not obvious.

Qi Jian looked at her rare smile, and said in a daze, Wanhua, you look so pretty when you smile...

But after these words came out, Qi Jian realized that he had said the wrong thing. He didn't dare to look at Zhao Wanhua's face, and said hastily, I should go to practice swords.

As soon as he turned around and left, Zhao Wanhua looked at the things in his hands and couldn't help shaking his head like his wife.

In the end, the Codonopsis ginseng was still not used up. She tied these things with red strings. Others said that ginseng must be tied with red strings so as not to run away, because ginseng has spirits, so what about Codonopsis ginseng?

Later, Zhao Wanhua remembered that the things he had tied up with red strings had probably been burnt to ashes.

Bright red fire, bright red blood, dark night.

The world Zhao Wan painted began to collapse from that night.

She hugged Xiao Fusheng and ran in the dark alley, she knew that Qi Jian was behind her, but she didn't dare to turn back, and couldn't turn back, Fusheng's crying was so loud that her whole head was buzzing.

But the sound of swords intersecting behind her pierced her eardrums.

Her tears fell on Fu Sheng's face, maybe she wasn't crying?

Only a moment ago, he had handed him a straw bauble, a long-slung boy with a handsome face and bright eyes...

There was not much communication between them, and many things were vague.

Under the counter of a cup of wine restaurant, when he was idle, he liked to watch him settle accounts, and she was often taught by Qi Jian when she wrote.

Qi Jian often told her some interesting things outside, and often told Zhao Wanhua about Zhang Tang, but now, everything is impossible.

When the sharp sword plunged into Qi Jian's body, Zhao Wanhua felt that she heard it, but when she turned around, she saw the young man covering his wound, standing there, not falling down, but there was only one sentence to her - go!

go.

go……

Where are we going?

In this world, wherever you go, you are gone.

Without that boy, there is only endless darkness and killing.

Zhao Wanhua was numb, she ran forward, she couldn't die yet, when Qi Jian fell down, Zhao Wanhua in her heart revived.

It turns out that the "magic" that my wife often refers to is such a thing that can stimulate people's potential. It is a kind of obsession and desire, which makes people drunk while suffering.

Zhao Wanhua was drunk.

The last dead man followed her all the time. She disguised herself and left the city, but she was already staggering. The city was too dangerous, but outside the city, she seemed to be unable to escape death.

It's already daytime, the sky is pale, the morning star has fallen, and her world has also fallen.

Finally unable to run anymore, she hugged Xiao Fusheng who had fallen asleep and turned around, looking at the dead man who was always following behind her. It was a man with a mask covering his face, holding a sword in his hand, and also had wounds on his body.

The scar was probably left by Qi Jian. The wound was a bit deep, and the blood had stopped, but the white sleeves tied inside his black clothes were also stained red.

It's just that the assassin's eyes were still sharp, cold as if he had been soaked in ice water.

Zhao Wanhua's eyes were full of hatred, she turned around, and without knowing where the strength came from, she continued to walk forward.

She was thinking that the man following her might come up and kill her at any time, but he didn't.

From morning to noon, Zhao Wanhua traveled from Chang'an City to the surrounding Ling County. She wore out her embroidered shoes, and there were blood blisters on her feet, which were torn off and her skirt was stained red.

Xiao Fusheng woke up, was hungry, and cried, so she could only borrow things from others. At this time, the killer was sitting not far away, taking out his own dry food to eat.

The next day the chase continued like this, Zhao Wanhua didn't close her eyes for a long time, just watching like this, she hated this dead man to the bone.She left Fusheng at the farmhouse, then went out and stood in front of the man.

You chased me, but didn't kill me, why?

The cat chases the mouse, just for fun.

I will kill you.

Just right, I'm a tired assassin.

Then tell me, who sent you to kill us?

can not say.

So Zhao Wanhua turned around and left.

This is a strange assassin, sitting on a high tree, holding his sword, from morning to night, seems to be thinking, pick a suitable time to kill her, and there are so many children.

But for some reason, the scene of that night always appeared in the assassin's mind.A boy who died with a sword.

Zhao Wanhua lived in the house of a peasant woman, and occasionally gave dry food to the assassin. On the first day, the dry food was left untouched on the tree, and on the second day, she said, save your life and change it. Master Ri Zhang tortured and interrogated you.

So on the third day, the dry food was finally gone.

She asked again, who sent you?

He said, don't know.

This is a very interesting game for assassins.

He always sat on the tree with his sword in his arms, watching the sun rise and set, the wind blowing back and forth, the stars brighten and then fade...

One day, when Zhao Wanhua brought the dry food, she asked that question again.

His answer finally changed: I used to be like him, swords are not for killing people.

This sentence can be understood in two ways, but Zhao Wanhua doesn't want to understand either.

The assassin said again: As long as I tell the answer, you will die.

This time, the "answer" he said was the answer to the question that Zhao Wanhua had been asking.

Zhao Wanhua left with a flick of her sleeves.

The assassin began to find it interesting that such a girl was extremely ugly, but he just couldn't bear to kill her. How much hatred did he need to tolerate the murderer who killed his beloved sitting here, and even gave him dry food every day?

Just a game, soon to be over.

The person who should be the emperor finally arrived. It was Yushi Jiaxuan, another confidant of Liu Che.

The soldiers drew their bows and aimed at the tall tree and the man holding the sword on the tree.

Jianxuan stood in front, Zhao Wanhua hugged Fusheng, and walked out slowly, there seemed to be blood in the dark eyes.

Xuanxuan asked, is this the person?

Zhao Wanhua nodded, then looked at the assassin holding the sword on the tree, and said, when I don't need your answer, you will die too.

Then she turned around and stretched out her not-so-delicate palm to cover Fu Sheng's clear eyes, and heard the sound of the bowstring vibrating behind her, thousands of arrows piercing her heart.

Tears fell all at once.

Jiaxuan said: Girl, are you all right?

Zhao Wanhua said: I'm fine.

She just thought of the businessman who said he wanted to lose herself but didn't lose herself when she was a child, and thought of Zhang Tang who was cruel but kind... Finally, she thought of the assassin...

Kill, don't kill.

good, bad.

She lowered her head, kissed Fusheng's forehead, and said, "It's going well, let's enjoy Fusheng in peace."

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