Several soldiers had already stormed the inner chamber. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The little lady's raw thin skin and tender meat are suitable for stewing and eating. He grabbed a noble girl.

"Don't! Don't eat me! The girl's teary-eyed appearance drew louder laughter.

The other soldiers also went to arrest the girls, and they couldn't run away from the small inner room, besides, these women were already so frightened that their legs were weak, and they dared to move, so they could only shrink in the corner, waiting for the Hu people to catch them.

The sound of obscene laughter, cries for help, swords into flesh, pleading, weeping, resounded throughout the city.

"Poof"

The city lord received another sword on his waist, and the blood flowed like an infusion, and he wanted to raise his hand again to cut it, but he only felt a cold in his neck.

The head fell to the ground, and the white clothes that were as white as snow were already stained with blood and dust at some point, and the war horse was frightened, and its two front hooves rose into the air and neighed.

The plain white body fell to the battlefield.

Yu Fumu raised his lips and smiled: "It's really boring, but playing, what should it be?" As soon as he raised his hand, the soldiers on one side picked up the head of the city lord and sent it to Yu Fumu.

Yu Fumu took it, carefully looked at the vicious round eyes in front of him, and smiled unhappily: "I don't like this look." As he spoke, he smiled and slowly poked his fingers into Qu Tang's eye sockets, his hand speed was extremely slow, as if poking Qu Tang's eyes was not the purpose, he was just enjoying the process.

A puddle of blood splashed out, staining Yu Fumu's clothes, Qu Tang's eyes were dripping with blood, and only two bright red and black holes remained.

He smiled and held the head of the city lord in one hand, licked his blood-stained fingers, and praised: "The taste of these two feet of sheep is delicious. ”

Half an hour later, the Xianbei people and the Di people met in the city.

Han Chinese women and men were divided into two sides, the women were disheveled and disorganized, some had half of their hair cut off and half of their heads bald, and some of the scholar girls who would rather die than have their hair cut off were chained together and knelt on the other side.

"Your Majesty, what should these old women do?" The lieutenant asked.

Yu Fumu smiled and said: "The food is sour, and you can't do hard work, so give them pleasure." ”

He said this as if by great grace.

Fu Hong happily pointed to the carriage and horse full of grain and women and smiled: "This time it is really happy, this city is left to you, and this king will return to Jinyang." ”

"Then say goodbye to the King of Sanqin, and in the spring of next year, we will discuss big things together!" Yu Fumu smiled and looked at Fu Hong with those gloomy eyes.

Fu Hong slandered, this time when he returned to Jinyang, he would definitely change the King of Sanqin to the Emperor of Sanqin, otherwise every time he heard Yu Fumu call himself like this, he always felt inferior, and he arched his tiger arm and said: "Goodbye!" ”

When Fu Hong left, Yu Fumu smiled and pointed to the old Han people: "Deal with those things, and you have to feast for three days!" ”

"Oh! ”

The Hu people let out bursts of cheers, and the Han people who were like goods trembled all over, and they couldn't even cry.

In the blink of an eye, he has lived in Jiujiang City for five days. On this day, Yang Yu was routinely "talking about the scriptures" with the King of Jiujiang, and it was when he was engaged that the King of Jiujiang yawned with his mouth crooked.

Yang Yu's eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "Your Highness is tired? ”

King Jiujiang blinked fiercely.

Yang Yu smiled even more happily and said, "Your Highness is so sincere to learn? Unrelenting? It's really teachable, but it's a pity that Master Xiang doesn't give lectures to people easily, otherwise Ah Yu will definitely invite Master Xiang to teach His Royal Highness. ”

Thinking of stroking his white beard and opening his mouth and closing his mouth Confucius and Mencius, Yang Yu felt even more regretful in his heart, and couldn't help shaking his head.

The king of Jiujiang cried with a sad face, without the slightest solution, his mouth was crooked, his tongue was stiff, but he couldn't say a word.

He wants to say, I just scared you, and I didn't move you at all, for the sake of me sending troops to save Qiongcheng, you don't talk about it anymore!

Yang Yu shook his head, learned the appearance of Xiang Yuan, and said in a serious and deep voice: "Mencius said: "Yu! A: Yes, what? Don't think about it, but at the end of it, the square inch of wood can make it higher than Cen Lou......"

The king of Jiujiang complained bitterly, and could only stare at his eyes and listen helplessly.

In fact, Yang Yu can really find an opportunity to kill the King of Jiujiang, or he can rob the King of Jiujiang and use even more ruthless methods to make the King of Jiujiang feel painful.

However, Yang Yu believes that the current king of Jiujiang is no longer the mediocre prince in his previous life. He was just a terminally ill and speechless patient.

The king of Jiujiang in this life once coveted her and threatened her, and she also threatened back with a sword, and she also managed to ridicule her back. Moreover, the king of Jiujiang really sent troops to save Wang Jingzhi and save Qiongcheng.

People, if there is a clear distinction between right and wrong.

This person did not harm himself in this life, so why should he punish him with the grievances of his previous life?

However, everyone has selfish intentions, and Yang Yu is not a saint, she feels that she can use Jinglun to torture this straw bag like this, and she can look at his crying and mourning face every day, which makes her very happy.

She didn't know if she was right to do this, she just followed her heart and cared if he was right or wrong!

"Ah Yu! ”

There was a chant outside, it was Qiu Yong's voice.

Yang Yu looked at King Jiujiang with a smile and said: "Today's lecture is here, the grievances between you and me in the past and present lives will also end here, I will not come to see you again, you can do it yourself." Yang Yu turned around and flew away.

She wouldn't wish him a long life, nor would she curse him for not dying well.

No forgiveness, no hate.

The grievances and grievances with him in the previous life, go with the wind.

King Jiujiang rolled his eyes slightly, looking at the blue back, and had some strange feelings in his heart. The man had disappeared in the doorway.

The King of Jiujiang crooked his mouth and wanted to speak, but only a crystal saliva was left, and a "woo" sound came out of his mouth.

Girl, goodbye.

Yang Yu stepped out of the door and saw Qiu Yong standing at the door with a bloodless face.

"Something's wrong?" ”

Qiu Yong frowned, grabbed Yang Yu's wrist, and went straight to the study.

There was nothing to say all the way, but Yang Yu could feel that Qiu Yong was anxious, she frowned slightly, and even remembered that she was separated from Wang Jingzhi on the riverside that day, and he had warned himself that Hu Ren was about to move, and the sword should not leave his body. Her heart sank, what was the matter, where did she go, where did she fight?

Yang Yu secretly rolled his eyes, hoping that he was thinking too much.

Stepping into the door of the study, Yang Yu found that there were already seven or eight scholars sitting in the study, she raised her eyebrows, looked at Qiu Yong, and said tentatively: "Hu people are coming?" ”

Not only Qiu Yong was surprised, but the restless scholars were also stunned.

It's broken.

Yang Yu's heart sank again, and he guessed correctly.

Qiu Yong let go of Yang Yu's wrist and stretched out his hand to let Yang Yu sit down.

Yang Yu knew that this meeting would not be short, so she casually flirted and sat down cross-legged.

At the critical moment, who still has the mind to find fault with Yang Yu's sitting posture, his eyes skimmed over Yang Yu, and they all looked at Qiu Yong who was sitting in the right seat. (To be continued.) )