The words of the third prince made the ministers red-faced.

It's not ashamed, it's clearly angry.

If they surrender, there is still a way to live, this is called "those who know the times are handsome", how can they be called spineless?

But none of them dared to say that, lest the third prince rise up and kill people.

After the dispersal of the dynasty, the ministers left in twos and threes, and everyone's faces were not very good.

The royal family had to drag them to be buried with them before they died, how could their faces be good.

The sky is getting dark, and the royal city, which was originally prosperous as day, is now lonely and cold, filled with a solemn atmosphere.

The temperature difference between day and night in northern Xinjiang is large, the sun is scorching during the day, and the moonlight is as cold as ice at night.

The seventh and eighth princes are all wounded, and now they are still violently tied up and hung on the high arrow tower, not to mention the injuries, the enemy still doesn't give them water to drink, they don't give them food, and their iron bodies can't bear it, let alone they have been pampered for more than 20 years.

The eighth prince called weakly, "Seventh brother...... Are you still awake?"

He had been in a coma for most of the day, and now his brain was very dizzy, his body was hot and cold, and his vision was flickering and dark.

The Seventh Prince was hung in the air, his head hanging down, without the slightest reaction.

However, his body is still warm and should not be dead.

The eighth prince was so sad that he was hung in the air, and he could faintly see the inside of the royal city through the high walls.

Not long ago, he was a galloping and high-spirited prince of Northern Xinjiang, but now he has become a prisoner of the enemy.

The snail body is tied up and hung for public display - it is a great shame!

When he was young, he often imagined his future.

In the blueprint he described, he will always be a person with a beautiful scenery and a prominent status, when did he ever think about becoming a prisoner?

If he had suffered such humiliation in normal times, he would have found a way to commit suicide a long time ago, how could he survive in the world?

However, he and the Seventh Prince both knew the contents of the long strip hanging around their necks, and knew that they were related to the days when the willow thieves attacked the city.

As long as they lived a little longer, maybe, maybe the ministers of the royal city would be able to come up with a plan to deal with the enemy?

Maybe, maybe they still have a chance to survive?

The eighth prince knew that this was very unlikely, but it was better than not having a glimmer of hope.

Whether it is him or the seventh brother, they must work hard to live, and they must not obey the will of the enemy.

So, while he was still conscious, the eighth prince tried to call the seventh prince until he woke up the other party.

They can't sleep, maybe they won't wake up when they sleep—

After a long night, the two of them were blue from the cold, and when the sun rose and the warm sunlight shone on their bodies, they were almost moved to tears.

Isn't it cruel?

Compared to the evil deeds they had committed, Jiang Pengji was already very merciful.

She did not treat them as pets of the beasts and let them fight for their lives, she did not let them have sex with the beasts, she did not make them amuse, she did not let them humiliate their wives and daughters in their presence, and listened to their painful wails and amusements—

She didn't do anything, but they did everything.

Northern Xinjiang looted and captured countless border people, men and women, which one has a good end?

The seventh prince runs a trading house, and he has done countless transactions of Han women, and those women fall into the hands of slave trading houses, which one can be innocent and not humiliated?

The status of women in Northern Xinjiang is indeed high, but it is limited to barbarian women in Northern Xinjiang, and Han women are worse than dogs.

The seventh prince is the executioner, and the eighth prince is not innocent.

One year, the seventh prince was seriously ill, and he could not be cured for a long time, and Langzhong in Northern Xinjiang said that if he wanted to cure the disease, he must take off the dogwoods on the chests of ten clean girls, boil them, boil them into fragrant minced meat, and then take them for ten days in a row.

So, the eighth prince spent a lot of money to buy a hundred cardamom girls from the trading house, the older was no more than fifteen, and the younger was no more than seven or eight years old.

According to Lang Zhong's instructions, it took ten days, and the seventh prince was indeed cured.

Knowing everything that the eighth prince did for him, the seventh prince not only did not feel cruel, but was grateful for the brotherhood of the other party.

Compared to what they had done, Jiang Pengji hung them in the air to dry, can it be considered cruel?

"Are they dead?"

Jiang Pengji slept beautifully, and the second day was refreshed, not at all like fighting on the battlefield all day.

The military general Wenchen saw it, and Sen Sen was jealous.

The head of his family is full of vitality and his physical strength is not like a normal person.

Sun Wen sneered and replied, "There is still a breath of air—their lives are also big, and they can still live if they hang like this-"

The battle in Northern Xinjiang has been fought long enough, and he hasn't seen his good grandson Lan Lan for more than half a year.

Jiang Pengji pointed her finger on the table and asked Sun Wen, "Wait two more days, let the soldiers recuperate." ”

Sun Wenxiao asked, "What if the northern frontier falls?"

Jiang Pengji said, "If the northern Xinjiang is willing to surrender, it depends on whether I am willing to accept it." ”

From the beginning to the end, she didn't intend to accept the surrender of Northern Xinjiang, and she asked Wen Zheng to write that letter, which was just playing with Northern Xinjiang.

The seventh prince and the eighth prince choked that breath and refused to swallow, wasn't it just to delay time?

If they find that their hard work has been in vain, it must be very sour.

"The people of Northern Xinjiang are innocent, but their magnates and rich are not innocent, and it is only a disaster to keep them. Jiang Pengji's eyes were cold, flashing with cold killing intent, "The people are easy to handle, as long as they are guaranteed to have no worries about food and clothing, they will be grateful to Dade." But those who are powerful are different, their greed and lust are endless. If you accept their surrender, it will not be easy to deal with it in the future. Rather than keeping them and becoming a disaster, and not knowing when to cause chaos for people, it is better to completely strangle them to death in the morning to avoid worries. ”

Sun Wen deeply believes this.

If they keep the powerful people in Northern Xinjiang, they can use their previous background to secretly do things.

As long as there is a foundation, it is relatively easy to recover, which is a disaster.

The lord is a person who focuses on the world, where can he spend extra energy on the villain?

Jiang Pengji said to Sun Wen, "If they still refuse to swallow their breath when the time comes, then give them a good time and send them on the road." ”

Sun Wen nodded in response.

Time flies, and a day passes.

Jiang Pengji's army surrounded Wang Cheng, and although they did not scold, they also gave them endless pressure.

The imperial court has not yet made a decision, seeing that the seventh prince and the eighth prince can no longer hold on, the nobles of northern Xinjiang are ready to move, and they can't help it.

Jiang Pengji was about to rest, when familiar footsteps came from outside the tent, and then a familiar voice followed.

"Can the lord sleep?"

Jiang Pengji got up and lit the candle and said, "Zixiao come in, what's the matter?"

Wei Ci got permission, and then he opened the tabernacle and came in.

I saw that my father-in-law was holding an oil lamp, and half of his face was rendered warm orange by the dim candlelight, and his eyebrows were softer.

Seeing that she was dressed quite neatly, Wei Ci lowered his head slightly, and replied, "There is movement in the Northern Xinjiang Royal City. ”

Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows, frowned, and asked him, "What's the movement?"

Wei Ci said, "The patrol cavalry found a basket placed on the city, and a man squatted in the basket, who claimed to be the confidant of the right minister of the northern frontier. ”