"Who are you! What are you going to do? Plunged into darkness, Yao Ke's shouting did not wait for a response, except for his own echo, the sound of stones rolling overhead.

After waiting for a cup of tea, the wooden plank above his head was removed again, and the bright sunlight shone in. Yao Qi glared angrily and said, "What do you want!" ”

A sick and thin man in a cyan brocade robe appeared above his head.

Na Langjun's face is like a jade, his lips are cherry red, his body is graceful, he is pretentious, noble and elegant.

"How's it going?" The man crouched down, smiling and smiling, with a frown in his eyes.

Yao Qi frowned slightly, and snorted coldly: "Where did you come from, Master Rabbit, dare to talk to me!" ”

Huan Qilang's face turned slightly cold, and his eyes shone coldly: "Oh? Can talk like this? Then rest here, goodbye! He slowly stood up, hugged his fist at Yao Qi and said, "Lang Jun take care!" With that, he waved his hand to the person beside him and retreated.

The two men in blue held a bamboo basket in their hands and smiled at Yao Ke again.

When Yao Qi saw this smile, he was cold for no reason.

Without hesitation, the two of them opened the lid of the bamboo basket and poured the contents of the basket into the hole like green onions.

"Ahh Yao Qi exclaimed, and snakes, insects, rats and ants descended from the sky towards the top of his head.

"Help! Help me! Yao Qi shouted, his hands and feet swaying, trying to take off the stolen goods on his body.

Huan Qilang looked towards the cave and said coldly: "Because of you and Liang Dong, my sister broke her right leg and became a crippled person, and you can't make up for it if you die a hundred times!" ”

In fact, Huan Qiurong's leg was broken by himself, although there was a reason for the incident, it was indeed not injured by the Liang City Lord and Yao Ke themselves. This matter can only be said to be for the king not to kill Beren, but Beren died because of the king.

But people are like this, when misfortune befalls them, they habitually find an object of hatred. is like Yang Guchen's parents were killed by a strongman, but he didn't look for a strongman, but hated Yang Yu.

It's the same with Huan Qilang at this moment, Huan Qiurong's leg is broken, how can he hate that hillside? Hate voles?

No.

So the two people who forced her to jump down the hill, but didn't know that she had zài, were the culprits, and they had to bear his hatred.

Wang Jingzhi sat on a lush grass, holding a cup of tea, his eyes flickered, a little unclear, shook his head slightly and smiled: "The hour is not early." ”

Huan Qilang turned to look at the tall man, and the corners of his lips hooked slightly: "It's better to find the real poison and bite the two of them to death!" ”

Wang Jingzhi smiled and turned his eyes to look at Wang Ningzhi: "What does uncle think?" ”

Wang Ningzhi squinted at those eyes that seemed to be smiling, and his thin lips opened lightly: "It's really strange that you ask my opinion on everything." ”

Wang Jingyi raised his eyebrows and said innocently: "Uncle is an elder, Jingzhi is the greatest, what's wrong?" ”

Wang Ningzhi looked at Wang Jingzhi inquiringly, and saw a trace of evil intent in those clear and amazing eyes, his face twitched involuntarily, and his left hand subconsciously twisted his sleeve.

He raised a slight smile: "Reasonable, very good." ”

The screams and revolt in the pit gradually fell silent.

Wang Ningzhi turned his eyes to Huan Qilang and said, "Take it back." ”

Huan Qilang naturally turned his eyes to look at Wang Jingzhi, and Wang Jingzhi turned his gaze to the side as if he hadn't seen it. Huan Qilang Nunu mouthed, shrugged his shoulders, raised his hand to call the servant beside him, and said, "Give me a strong tie." ”

The servants received instructions and quickly tied up several of the men in the pit.

The convoy returned to the city in a mighty way, and the people in the city stopped to watch this strange scene.

I saw several Qiang people tied up with hemp rope on their upper bodies, and a thicker hemp rope tied these people together, like grasshoppers on a rope, and the head of those people was Liang Dong, the most noble city lord in the city.

Several servants dressed in blue shouted in unison: "Liang Adong, collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country, the crime is unforgivable, behead one day!" ”

This word, sentence by sentence, is like a thousand catties of scales, smashing on the hearts of the people of Bingzhou City.

An old woman said in disbelief: "The city lord has a good heart, and he has kept the state city healthy for several years, how can he secretly communicate with barbarians!" ”

Another young man said, "Yes! No way! ”

The blue-clothed servant replied: "Look at the twenty carts behind, full of weapons, all of which were sold to the Qiang people by your good people!" ”

"Ahh There was a cry of panic.

Wang Jing's eyes paused slightly, and he looked at the disheveled city lord behind the carriage and his face was ashamed.

The convoy returned to the City Lord's Mansion, and the people who were arrested were directly hung in the courtyard.

The servants in the city lord's mansion didn't know why, and they came to watch one after another, and whispers sounded all around.

The scholars had been waiting for a long time, but Wang Jingzhi didn't want to intervene anymore, so he paced back to the small courtyard by himself.

Early the next morning, thirty miles away from the city of Bingzhou, thousands of men and horses appeared majestically on the horizon.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a fierce appearance, carrying a scimitar at his waist and stretching out his tiger arms. A soldier in beast armor stepped forward, half-on his knees.

"Deliver the letter to the man surnamed Wang!" The leader handed a skin to the armor creep.

The little soldier turned on his horse, rolled up a puff of smoke and dust, and headed towards the gate of Bingzhou.

The soldiers arrived at the city gate, and in an instant, several guards guarding the city came out of nowhere and surrounded him.

"I am a Qiang man!" Take me to the people of the Wang family! The soldier raised the animal skin in his hand and shouted, and the horse under his crotch was a little disturbed by the sudden arrival of the guard, and the horse's hooves strode from side to side.

Standing behind these guards, the king of the state capital said to a scribe with a smile on his face: "The king of the Lang clan is really like a god, and he has already thought that there are Qiang people in the city of Bingzhou. Yesterday, the guards in the city had already arranged according to Lang Jun, and roughly found the place where the news was released was in the south of the city. With that, he waved at the guards on one side.

The guard stepped forward a few steps and said to the Qiang people immediately: "I have been waiting for you for a long time, please go back, the Wang family said: You don't need to read the letter, if the Qiang people are willing to retreat from the city of Hezhou for 500 miles, we will naturally return it to the prince of your department." ”

The Qiang people on the horse saw that this little guard was still so polite, and his bearing was clear, and he was envious in his heart, and he yearned for Han culture even more. He clasped his hands into fists and said: "I should send this back from myself, and please leave the letter." Once again, he handed the letter to the guard in front of him.

The guard took the letter with a clear expression, clasped his fists and said, "It's over, how many days are you going to enter the city as a guest?" ”

When the Qiang soldiers heard this, they trembled, grabbed the reins in their hands one after another, turned their horses' heads and galloped away.

The guard raised his head slightly, and he was surprised by a graceful face.

Fu Jun stepped forward with a smile and said to the guard: "Yang Jun is obviously elegant and polite, but a few words frightened the strong Qiang soldiers and fled. ”

Yang Guchen pursed his lips and smiled: "But Er'er." His gaze looked again at the smoke and dust that the Qiang had rolled up, and his gaze was a little contemptuous. He retracted his gaze, looked at Fu Jun and said, "Lord Fu Jun, are the soldiers and horses ready?" ”

Fu Jun stroked his beard and smiled: "Naturally! (To be continued.) )