If you disobey the so-called holy edict, you will become a traitor and lose everything you have worked hard for.
This thought just came to Li Xia's mind, and he suddenly thought of another point.
Under the protection of Ding Daquan and Jia Sidao, there is still someone who can ask the Holy Oracle to take him away. How can he be a simple person?
At this point, Li Xia didn't care whether it was an oracle or not.
He was sure that if he walked through the door ahead, he would die, or be worse than dead.
So, he grabbed the knife and killed without hesitation.
But more than ten people from the other side surrounded him, and he was quickly hit three times.
Without enough time to feel the pain or not, he killed another person in an instant and rushed through the siege.
When the soldiers in Lin'an City of the Song Dynasty faced only one fierce enemy, more than ten of them appeared clumsy and panicked, and were unable to stop him for a while.
Li Xia abandoned the knife, stepped on the large water tank beside the alley, jumped up, and climbed to the top of the wall with both hands.
A tile hit him on the head, and he pushed himself up to climb up the courtyard wall.
He was stabbed again in the leg.
Li Xia was in pain and jumped into a mansion, hobbling with his injured leg.
Suddenly I thought of Qiao Ju again.
In his mind, Qiao Ju was paralyzed by the railing of a high-rise building, talking non-stop, begging him to help stop the bleeding.
"Believe me, Zhao Song is not worth it..."
Now Li Xia was also covered in wounds and bleeding, and suddenly he had a different perception.
The words I once heard echoed again.
"It's easier for the young man to gain a foothold in the north. What can I say from Song Ting's side? I'm afraid it will be difficult to get ahead."
"You said you are not Yue Fei, Yu Jie, huh, you are far from their status and ability."
"Have you seen how many people from Beigui could succeed in the Song Dynasty?"
"..."
At that time, I heard that Yu Jie had committed suicide. I felt that this man had a bad mentality and was unable to resist despite having a heavy army.
Only then did we know how desperate we were forced to be before we decided to commit suicide by taking poison.
Li Xia didn't understand why she was still thinking about this at this moment, but the thoughts kept pouring into her mind and were unforgettable.
He thought that he was only three or two days away from being appointed as the lowest-ranking civil servant in the Song Dynasty. At that moment, he learned a very profound lesson.
Even when we were trapped in the north, we had never been forced into such a miserable situation.
There were a few "ta" sounds behind him, and the pursuers climbed up the courtyard wall and chased after them...
"Trash, more than a dozen people surrounded one person and even made him climb over the wall."
Quan Yongjian cursed and was very disappointed with his soldiers.
But the Lin'an soldiers who sang and danced peacefully were just like this, and it was not a rare thing.
Quan Yongjian quickly accepted this, since Li Xia couldn't escape anyway.
"You jump over and chase; you go and guard the door... You ask everyone to come out and surround the courtyard. Li Xia has killed two people. Let's search boldly."
"yes!"
"Whose yard is this?"
"Envoy, this is also King Rong's other courtyard, where the palace staff are housed."
"That's better, go in."
Suddenly I heard a scream coming from the yard.
Quan Yongjian believed that his men had cut off one of Li Xia's hands.
Soon, there was another scream.
Quan Yongjian walked quickly, walked around the gate into the yard, rushed to the wall and took a look, only to see two corpses lying on the ground, and they were his own.
"Damn, I'm pretty good at fighting. Chase."
Following the blood stain, we walked forward and reached a small pond, where we saw three or five people looking around.
"Where's Li Xia?"
"The little people chased me here, the blood trail is broken, and they are looking for it!"
Quan Yongjian stared at the pool and frowned, saying: "Search carefully..."
However, less than half an hour later, Quan Yongjian had searched the entire courtyard and could not find any trace of Li Xia.
"Impossible, this is impossible, the place is so big, it's impossible for him to escape when he was seriously injured... Where did he go?"
"Envoy! A dog hole was found under the west courtyard wall. There were traces of trampling on the surrounding grass. One or two drops of blood were found..."
"You guys, chase!"
Quan Yongjian walked quickly and rushed to the vicinity of the dog hole. He frowned and felt something was wrong.
"Li Xia shouldn't have found this dog hole so quickly." He stood up, looked around, and then ordered: "Let all King Rong's staff stay in the room, and I will search it myself..."
With a "squeak" sound, another door was opened.
Quan Yongjian bowed respectfully and said: "Mr. Mengchuang, you're welcome. This junior is searching for fugitives."
"Cough...cough...there is no need to be polite, envoys. I heard about this, come in and search."
"Mr. Meng Chuang, is he sick?"
"After I came back from singing lyrics with King Rong last night, I was greedy for cold. I took a cold bath and coughed...I caught some wind and cold. I'm afraid I'll give it to you after I get over it."
"Junior will send you some medicine later."
"Prince Rong has given you the medicine. It's boiling now. Come in and search. Don't think the medicine smells too strong."
"Yes." Quan Yongjian said, "You guys, search carefully and don't damage Mr. Mengchuang's belongings."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, as long as you don't turn over the manuscript."
Quan Yongjian added: "It's a coincidence that the day before yesterday, the juniors heard people singing Mr. Mengchuang's lyrics, 'Sad for thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, resentful songs are repeated, and the soul is still dead.' The juniors cried when they heard it."
"The people in Jibo are just saying some words of self-pity..."
The two chatted about poetry for a while, and the house was searched again.
"Envoy, no."
"Let's go." Quan Yongjian said: "Mr. Mengchuang, I will say goodbye."
"I won't give it away..."
Wu Wenying watched Quan Yongjian lead the people away, and calmly closed the door and bolted it.
He pushed open the bookcase and struggled to lift the wooden board underneath, revealing a large hole underneath.
Li Xia was curled up inside, her lips pale due to excessive blood loss, but she was still awake.
"If you can't hold it any longer, it doesn't hurt to take a nap." Wu Wenying whispered, "As long as you can trust me."
Li Xia didn't speak, but nodded.
The wounds on his body had been simply bandaged. Wu Wenying helped him onto the bed, applied medicine and bandaged it again, and threw the bloody blood strips into the stove where the medicine was boiling to be burned.
Afterwards, Wu Wenying scooped up another bowl of medicine and fed it to Li Xia.
"Just rest and we'll talk later."
…
Li Xia fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up again, he felt much better.
He opened his eyes and looked around, only to see Wu Wenying leaning on the recliner and dozing off.
This old man looked to be in his fifties or sixties. He was wearing a t-shirt and a turban. He looked like he had a sad look on his face, with many deep wrinkles.
Li Xia didn't wake him up. He stood up and observed the environment for a while, then picked up a manuscript of "Dream Window Collection" that he was compiling and read it.
After a while, there was a knock on the door outside.
Wu Wenying woke up with a start.
"Is the food here? Ahem..."
He coughed, nodded to Li Xia, and walked to the outhouse.
Soon, the sound of conversation came from the outer room.
"How is Mr. Mengchuang's illness? It's uncomfortable to catch the wind and cold in this muggy weather."
"Yes, is there still a search outside?"
"There are still a few people left, and others have gone further away. This is really strange. Can people still fly with wings?"
"..."
After Wu Wenying finished chatting with the visitor, she returned to the back room with the food and put it on the table.
Li Xia put down the collection of poems in his hand, saluted, and whispered: "Thank you, Mr., for saving my life."
"My husband Wu Wenying, courtesy name Junte, nickname Mengchuang."
Li Xiagang read "Dream Window Collection" and saw several famous sentences in it.
"Where does sorrow come from? It leaves people's hearts in autumn."
"People go to the swing to hang out in the moonlight, and horses stop and the willows hiss in the wind."
Li Xia had never memorized these words before, and did not know who the author was, but he had vaguely heard of them.
So I probably know that Wu Wenying is a poet who has been handed down from generation to generation.
"Thank you Mr. Mengchuang."
Wu Wenying supported Li Xia, preventing him from saluting, and said, "I saw you twice when you were young. In the blink of an eye, you have grown so big. It seems you don't remember?"
"yes."
"Sit down first." Wu Wenying helped Li Xia sit down and said, "You are injured, so you don't need to speak, but don't worry, your father Li Yong and Li Shouyuan were once my students."
As he spoke, he pointed to the bookcase and added: "Four months ago, your father also hid here. Today, although I also want to save you, unfortunately I have no choice but to keep watching secretly. Fortunately, you
Fortunately, I happened to escape to this villa."
The words "good luck" came to his ears, and Li Xia felt very bad because he might not have such good luck next time.
He hated this kind of ignorant, completely passive situation.