Green mountains and clear waters, peach pink and pears white, and a girl walked on the streets of Luoyang in a light shirt.

Most shops are still closed, and occasionally a few open the doors, selling food, rice, oil and salt. These are essential items for every household.

There are no colorful silk shops, no makeup shops, and no wine shops. There are no doors of wine shops and teahouses.

The girl sighed, and the two men following her shook their heads.

They once came to Luoyang, and their prosperity was comparable to Xi'an, but now they see a lot of soreness and desolation all over the streets.

At night, everything was silent. Jiao Shengqi had a terrible dream. In the dream, he saw his young son Jiao Meng slashing at him with a steel knife. The cold blade slashed across his neck. He didn't feel any pain, only cold, and it was cold.

Jiao Shengqi sat up from the bed with a thrill, sweating all over his clothes.

It turned out to be just a dream, but fortunately, it was just a dream.

But the feeling of snow and ice on his neck was still there. Jiao Shengqi's consciousness gradually became clear from chaos to clear. A voice sounded in his ears, and the sound was like a mosquito, and he heard it in his ears, but every word was clear.

"Be gentle, it hurts to cut your throat."

It was like suddenly being in the snow and ice, Jiao Shengqi's whole body was stiff. This was not an illusion, nor was it a nightmare. Someone was talking in his ear, and the person talking was a woman.

The coldness and hardness on the neck are also real, it is a knife, a knife that shines in the darkness.

"Who are you?" Jiao Shengqi asked in a deep voice.

"I'm the one who knows Jiao Meng's whereabouts." The voice sounded again. This time, Jiao Shengqi heard it. His voice was tender and sweet. He turned out to be a little girl?

Jiao Shengqi bit his dry lips and said, "I now have only one son, my eldest son Jiao Wei."

Puchi, the little girl laughed out loud inappropriately.

Jiao Shengqi's mouth trembled, is it ridiculous? Is his words ridiculous?

"Jiao Shengqi, you are a ruthless person, I don't know if it's true or false, so I won't tell you about Jiao Meng."

After the little girl finished speaking, she actually pulled the knife. She whispered: "Let's go, it's not our business anyway."

we?

There are other people in this room?

Jiao Shengqi was born in the army and did not pay much attention to it. He was doing everything by himself. Therefore, he had no one to serve him when he was sleeping, and even in the outside world.

This was Jiao Shengqi's habit for many years. He never thought that one day someone would dare to assassinate him.

Although there was no one in his room, there were many guards outside. These people avoided the guards and headed straight to his bedside.

If the other party wanted to kill him, he would have died in his sleep.

Therefore, these people didn’t come to kill him, was it really for Jiao Meng?

"Wait." Jiao Shengqi said.

A fire flashed by, and someone used a fire slit to light the candle on the table. The candlelight was faint, and it flickered and darker. The girl stood in the beating light and shadow.

Jiao Shengqi couldn't see her appearance clearly, and could only tell that he was not wrong. This was a 15 or 16-year-old girl.

The girl stood a few steps away from him and asked softly: "Do you want to know?"

Jiao Shengqi exhaled a long breath and said in a hoarse voice: "I want to know."

The girl smiled again, like a little girl who guessed the riddle on the Lantern Festival, and was a little proud, as if she was saying: I knew, I had guessed it long ago, I guessed it right.

"Miss has seen Jiao Meng?" Jiao Shengqi asked.

"I haven't seen it before." The girl replied.

Jiao Shengqi frowned his eyebrows and was a little angry. The little girl came over in the middle of the night. Is she going to play with him?

"I haven't seen it before, how can I tell?"

"Who said that you can't know if you haven't seen it? General Jiao's subordinates did not have a scout or did it carefully? Have you ever seen everything you want to know in person?" The girl's voice was cold, and Jiao Shengqi felt a little nervous when he heard it.

"Who are you?" At first, Jiao Shengqi thought she was from the martial arts world. After all, only those gossips could come and go without a trace, appearing in front of his bed without a trace.

But now, Jiao Shengqi is not sure again. Which Ranger opens his mouth and is the scout and the detailed work?

"I came from Yanbei. My people happened to see Jiao Meng and knew that he was your son." The girl's voice was very cheerful, but it was still cold to Jiao Shengqi.

"Did you say you came from Yanbei? Are you from Ji Si or Yang Qin? They asked you to meet this general?" Jiao Shengqi's whole body tensed up, like a full bow, which would pop out at any time.

The girl nodded and shook her head again: "I came from Yanbei, so I must be from Ji Si and Yang Qin? It's ridiculous. If I were theirs, I would just kill you directly. Isn't it more useful to die than to live?"

Jiao Shengqi's face changed slightly. This little girl was too arrogant. He held a heavy army and wanted to win over and use him countless people. How could this little girl become more useful than living?

Seeing him angry, the little girl explained: "If I kill you, would you guess Luoyang City be in chaos?"

Jiao Shengqi was stunned, and he immediately shook his head: "No, the people only care about whether they live and work in peace and contentment, and they don't care who is here to be the commander. If I die, it's okay for them. Luoyang City will not be in chaos."

"But if I hung your head on the Luoyang Tower, by the way, there is a White Horse Temple in Luoyang City. It is very famous and the incense must be very popular. If I hung your head in the White Horse Temple, would you guess Luoyang City be in chaos?" The girl said slowly, as if she was talking about a very interesting thing, rather than talking about a person's life and death, the life and death of a general holding a heavy army.

Hang his head in White Horse Temple?

During an epidemic, people in Luoyang experienced life and death, and were even more respectful to the gods. Although the people were grateful to him as the commander, what would the people have if they put his head in the White Horse Temple?

Will be afraid, will... become messy.

Everyone in the world is afraid of death, but when facing the death of others, it is different.

One person died and one hundred people died. In the legends of the streets and alleys, it is just numbers. One is the same as one hundred, and they are all numbers.

People are not afraid of numbers.

But if you see it with your own eyes, it would not be one person or one hundred people who died, but one person died a hundred times!

Every time it is a human head, a life from living to dying.

Things in the world may be the same as hearing with your own ears and seeing with your own eyes, but only death, the death you hear and the death you see are two different things!

"Luoyang is in chaos, what are the benefits for those people?" Jiao Shengqi asked.

After saying that, he felt abrupt.

This is not what he should have said. He was surrounded by this little girl, so he said such idiotic words.

This is Luoyang, where he holds heavy troops to guard Luoyang!
Chapter completed!