In the king's tent, the potter sat solemnly, and his heroic face was filled with a fierce chill. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A moment later, the curtain was lifted, and a nobleman dressed in fine clothes but with a disgraced face was dragged in by the sergeant.

The noble son in front of him is Sima Lang.

Sima Lang shook the dust off his body, raised his head and glanced at the potter, who was meeting the potter's blade-like gaze.

That gaze, just one glance, made Sima Lang instinctively tremble, and a bone-chilling chill rose from the soles of his feet, and in the blink of an eye, it hit his whole body.

Sima Lang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his fear, snorted in his nose, twisted his head to the side, and did not face the potter, with a fearless momentum.

"My subordinates are defeated, my king of Great Wei is here, and he still kneels and begs." Jing Kehu was stunned and shouted.

Sima Lang's body shook slightly, but he only snorted coldly, still standing still.

This noble son of the family obviously disdained to bend his noble knees and bow down to the potter.

The potter's eagle stared and glanced at Jing Ke.

Jing Ke understood, took a step forward, and kicked at Sima Lang's back knee.

Sima Lang's legs weakened, and he fell to his knees with a muffled snort.

The eldest son of the dignified Sima clan actually knelt at the feet of the potter, a lowly nouveau riche, and a sense of humiliation instantly surged into his heart, Sima Lang was so indignant that he gritted his teeth, and immediately stood up forcibly in pain.

As soon as he stood up, Jing Ke kicked him down again, and after so many times, Sima Lang was so painful that he lost his strength and couldn't struggle anymore.

Under the shame and anger, Sima Lang could only kneel on the ground full of humiliation, and shouted angrily at the potter: "Potter, I heard that you are also the master of Corporal Lixian, Sima Bada is famous all over the world, and I, Sima Lang, am also a famous man in the world, is this how you are Corporal Lixian?" ”

The potter laughed, and the laughter was full of sarcasm, as if he had heard the funniest joke.

"This king conquest of your Sima family, but you did not hesitate to flee from your hometown and go to Yuan Shang, one of your brothers colluded with the Huns for Yuan Shang, and the other colluded with the Black Mountain thieves for him, and he did whatever it took to oppose this king, and now he still has the face to let this king salute you Corporal Xian, this is really the most shameless and ridiculous joke this king has ever heard."

The potter's words exposed the face of his Sima brother, and made Sima Lang's face red and white for a while, and he was speechless for a while.

It's just that Sima Lang was only ashamed for a moment, and quickly pressed down, raised his head, and showed a fearless and fearless appearance, as if he didn't know anything wrong at all.

"Jing Ke, slap him hard for this king." The potter waved his hand and shouted.

Sima Lang was shocked again, thinking that his ears had heard it wrong, and that this humble nouveau riche in front of him had just forced himself to kneel, and he dared to disregard his dignity and punish himself in such a rude way.

"Potter, you are also a scholar, how can you ......?"

Before Sima Lang's words could be spoken, Jing Ke rolled up his sleeves, and with a slap of the tiger's arm, he slapped it hard.

Syllable!

With a crisp sound, a handprint was drawn from the beautiful face of the noble son, and even a trace of blood was drawn from the corner of his mouth.

The dignified eldest son of the Sima family, a famous family, and an elegant celebrity, was slapped in public by a martial artist, and in this world, there is nothing more humiliating than this.

"Pottery thief, you-"

Sima Lang was furious in his heart, endured the burning pain on his face, turned his head violently, and glared at the potter with hatred with an accusatory look, and opened his mouth to reprimand angrily.

Jing Ke didn't give him a chance to talk back, and his backhand was slapped again, and with a crisp sound, Sima Lang's face was tilted again, and a blood mark was added to the other side of his face.

Then, Jing Ke didn't even give him a chance to breathe, his big arm was picked up, and he slapped Sima Lang hard with his left and right slaps.

At the beginning, more than a dozen slaps went down, but Sima Lang could barely support it, and after twenty slaps, Sima Lang was so painful that he couldn't support it anymore, and he howled in pain.

In the blink of an eye, Sima Lang was drawn to the point that his face was covered in blood and he was not human.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

Jing Ke was merciless, the big slap was endless, and every time the slap went down, Sima Lang screamed miserably, and a trace of blood splashed out on his bloody face.

Jing Ke has a force value of 90, how can Sima Lang, the son of a family with fine skin and tender meat, be able to stand it, and in a moment, he almost fainted.

In the king's tent, the soldiers on the left and right watched the tragic situation of Sima Lang being pumped wildly, but they all applauded.

The potter on the throne sneered, admiring Sima Lang's miserable appearance.

Sima Yi helped Yuan Shang, and also offered a plan to collude with the Huns, the potter hated the Sima clan deeply, and had already made up his mind to exterminate the Sima clan, and now smoking Sima Lang is just the beginning.

Seeing that the fan was almost over, the potter waved his hand and stopped Jing Ke.

As soon as the slap stopped, Sima Lang collapsed as if he had collapsed, and his bloody body immediately collapsed on the ground, unable to get up again.

Looking at him more closely, a handsome noble man's face has been drawn to the flesh and blood, and it is no longer clear whether he is angry or afraid.

After this fight, Sima Lang's self-confidence had been completely drained, and he lay on the ground tremblingly, no longer daring to raise his head and look at the potter.

He was finally afraid, and he didn't dare to be half proud of the potter, but feared that the potter would use more brutal means to clean him up.

Only then did the potter restrain his killing intent slightly, and the eagle eyes looked down at him, and said coldly: "Sima Lang, do you still dare to ask this king for Corporal Lixian now?" ”

"Lang doesn't dare, Lang is convinced by King Wei, and asks King Wei for forgiveness." Sima Lang replied with a shudder, looking humble and begging for mercy.

Looking at the fearful and respectful Sima Lang, a sneer swept up at the corner of the potter's mouth, secretly thinking that this Sima Lang's so-called famous people of the big clan, Gao Feng Liangjie, are similar to the Yuan father and son, and they are all all the way.

In the troubled times, many wealthy families could not escape the fate of ethnic annihilation.

Sima is an exception.

This clan, the best thing is to judge the situation, Ming Zhe to protect himself, now Sima Lang has eaten the pottery merchant's lesson, knowing the potter's means, naturally it is a decisive choice to bow his head to save his life.

Even if he didn't hesitate to lose face, he bowed his head to the potter, a poor nouveau riche he looked down on.

"It seems that this slap really hurt you." The potter smiled coldly, "This king said that he would wipe out your Sima clan, but seeing that you know each other so well, this king will give you one last chance to live." ”

Sima Lang was suddenly pleasantly surprised, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and said urgently: "Thank you to the king, Lang is willing to do his best for the king and go to the soup and fire." ”

The potter smiled disdainfully, "There are heroes under the command of this king, and it is not your turn to go to the soup and fire, as long as you do a small thing and do it, I will spare you to die, if you can't do it, your head will fall to the ground." ”

Sima Lang, who was originally secretly happy, suddenly felt a chill on his back, and asked in an uneasy whisper: "I don't know what King Wei plans to let Lang do?" ”

"It's simple." The potter raised his hand in the direction of Jinyang City, "This king wants you to go to Jinyang City to persuade Yuan Shang and Sima Yi to give up resistance and surrender Kaicheng." ”

Sima Lang was immediately dumbfounded.

The Yuan father and son fell into the hands of the potter, and how they were brutally killed, everyone knows to the world.

With the experience of his father and brother, Yuan has not yet taken a last resort, and how can he take the risk of surrendering to the potter.

and his younger brother Sima Yi, Sima Lang, who is the elder brother, no matter how you know his character, he is an extremely calm and rational person.

Sima Lang knew better that as long as his younger brother identified a goal, even if the sky fell, he would not be able to reverse his thoughts, let alone sacrifice his brother.

The potter asked him to persuade these two people to surrender, but the chance was really slim, and he was simply asking for his life.

"My lord, this matter is really a bit ...... Can you ......" Sima Lang was stunned for a while, full of embarrassment.

Seeing him hesitate, the potter's face immediately sank, and he said coldly: "This king gave you a chance, you are looking for death by yourself, then don't blame this king, come on, drag this guy out to this king, and divide the corpse of the five horses!" ”

"No!" The sergeants on the left and right rushed up in response.

Sima Lang was instantly frightened, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore, so he shouted anxiously: "The king is gracious, Lang is willing, Lang is willing to go and say that Yuan Shang and my second brother will surrender, please spare the king's life." ”

"I know you're a softie." The potter sneered disdainfully, waved his hand to stop the left and right sergeants, and shouted: "Jing Ke, take a team of soldiers and horses to escort this guy, and go with this king to Jinyang City." ”

Jing Ke gave the order, like a chicken, and strode out the frightened Sima Lang.

The potter also got up in person, took thousands of personal guard regiments, and went to the east gate of Jinyang with great strength.

Jinyang City.

At the head of the city, thousands of Jin troops had long been ready to guard against the siege of the Wei army at any time.

When the Jin army in the city saw more than 1,000 Wei troops forcing the city to come, they saw that the Jin army was small and hung the battle-free flag, so they did not release arrows and allowed them to enter the land of one arrow.

"Go ahead, it's up to you to behave." The potter patted Sima Lang.

Sima Lang was submissive and hummed again and again.

With a flick of his hand, Jing Ke escorted Sima Lang and took ten iron horsemen to the moat of Jinyang City.

"Do what you have to do." Jing Ke held the long sword in his hand and shouted.

Sima Lang glanced up at the city, looked at the banner of the Great Jin, and looked at the surprised eyes that were staring at him, and his face couldn't help but show a little shame.

The Sima clan is a popular person of the Jin Duke, and many people know Sima Lang's face, and the Jin soldiers at the head of the city naturally quickly recognize Sima Lang.

His younger brother is an important minister of the Jin State, a strategist relied on by the Duke of Jin, and he is the elder brother, but he came to persuade the Duke of Jin and his younger brother to surrender, Sima Lang can almost imagine what a shocked and contemptuous expression the Jin soldiers at the head of the city will be when his words of persuasion are spoken.

"If you delay any longer, don't blame me for not having long eyes." Jing Ke held down the hilt of his sword and shouted sharply.

Sima Lang felt a chill in his heart, he knew that he had no choice, in order to survive, he could only do without this face.

He took a deep breath, pretended to be calm, and said in a loud voice: "Sima Lang is here, please invite Duke Jin and my brother Sima Yi to come and see him." ”