Destroying the last resistance of the Jin army, Wei Qing handed over the rest to Bai Buxin, and he hurried back to his camp, he knew that Bai Buxin could do the rest well, but there was one thing, no matter who it was handed over, he could only do it himself: the trial of Zamuhe.

He couldn't wait any longer, the last time he caught Zamuhe and sent him to the stable, but he was put back by Gu Shangshu, this time, he was determined not to hand it over to Gu Shangshu again, he didn't even plan to let Zamuhe live through tonight.

Wei Qing returned to his residence, first ordered three knives of burning paper outside the tent, one knife burned to Lin Chong Lin Dutong, one knife burned to General Lin Shen, and one knife burned to his good uncle Liu Anbang, watching the burning paper gradually turn into ashes, Wei Qing's heart was infinitely emotional, like such a deceased, there have been thousands of Han people in the past four years, just to prevent his homeland from being trampled and ravaged, he secretly prayed in his heart, hoping that the war would end as soon as possible, and that the Han would return to prosperity.

There was a rush of footsteps behind him, and a crisp voice shouted: "Brother Wei, Brother Wei!" ”

As soon as Wei Qing turned around, a warm body had already rushed into his arms, but it was Jiang Xiaoyu.

Wei Qing hugged Jiang Xiaoyu and kissed Jiang Xiaoyu on the lips.

Jiang Xiaoyu snorted twice, struggling softly and not very firmly in Wei Qing's arms.

Wei Qing kissed Jiang Xiaoyu enough, then he raised his head, and was about to speak, but Jiang Xiaoyu said anxiously first: "Brother Wei, Sister Qimuge hid in a nunnery and didn't come out, saying that she was going to become a monk, you know that taking advantage of others, everyone is in a hurry!" ”

Wei Qing was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly asked, "Why?" ”

Jiang Xiaoyu paused anxiously: "How do I know, you don't go and see it yet!" ”

Wei Qing saw that this matter was more important than killing Zamuhe, so she had to follow Jiang Xiaoyu and walk hurriedly, and she didn't go far, only to see Zhao Yueru and Hua Mulan coming head-on, Hua Mulan saw Wei Qing, and preemptively said: "Sister Qimuge is in a nunnery not far ahead, I have sent someone to block the nunnery, but she refuses to come out, and Miss Zhao and I can't persuade her!" ”

"What the hell is going on!" Wei Qing asked as he walked.

Hua Mulan sighed: "Blood is thicker than water!" ”

It turned out that when Wei Qing commanded the army to attack the city, Qimuge did not go to watch, but sat alone in the tent, his hands tightly plugged into his ears, and he didn't even want to hear the sound.

She is a native of Jin, and now the Han army is attacking the soldiers of Jin, how can she be happy.

When the siege was over and the Han soldiers had already entered the city, Qi Muge stood up, holding a large medicine bag in her hand and walked outside, she turned over and got on her horse, and went to the city gate. She stopped Qimuge with the head of Qimuge's horse: "Sister Qimuge, there is still a scuffle in the city, you can't go to the city now, it's dangerous!" ”

"I'm not going to the city!" There were tears in Qimuge's eyes: "I'm going to the edge of the city, there are a lot of wounded soldiers there, the wounded soldiers of the Han army are amended, but the wounded soldiers of the Jin army are unhelped, I want to help them!" ”

Only then did Mulan realize that Qi Muge was heartbroken by the suffering of her compatriots, she sighed, and hurriedly called a chief, and ordered him to lead twenty people to escort Qi Muge to the edge of the city.

Qi Muge ignored the Han soldiers around him who protected him, and hurriedly entered the city gate, as soon as he entered the city gate, he saw many people lying on the side of the city wall, all of them covered in blood, some of them had broken limbs and broken arms, and some people had broken intestines and stomachs.

"It hurts! I hurt so much~~~~"

"Water, who has water!"

"Help! Who's going to save me~~~~"

Not far away, at a temporary gathering point for the wounded, wails rang out.

"Ah~~~~Ah~~~~~" A voice sounded sadly, this voice did not have any words for help, some were just hoarse screams, this voice was so terrible, and the expressions of several Han soldiers guarding Qimuge changed greatly.

The muscles in Qimuge's face twisted, and she hurried towards the voice.

The chief in charge of the guard stepped forward and said to Qimuge: "Miss Qimuge, don't go, it's terrible there,,,,,, there!" ”

Qimuge shook his head firmly, walked past Shi Chang, and continued to walk towards the voice.

Bypassing a pile of firewood and grass that was still smoking, Qi Muge suddenly stopped, her face suddenly turned pale, she hurriedly covered her mouth, and vomited several times to the side, and several Han soldiers behind her gasped and quietly moved backwards.

On the ground in front of him lay a man, judging by the clothing of the lower part of the lower part of the lower body, this is a soldier of the Golden Army.

The reason why we want to look at the clothing from the lower part of the lower body is because the upper body of this person has no clothes, but at the same time, there is no skin, and the person is basically scorched from the thighs upwards.

A mixture of black and dirty blood covered the man's body, face, and hands, and the man's body, face, and hands were burned to coals, and there was skinless flesh everywhere, and it looked like he had fallen into the burning firewood and grass and crawled out desperately. Although he didn't die, but now like this, I'm afraid it's more sad than death.

Qimuge's face was pale and his legs were weak, but he moved to the man's side step by step and asked in golden language, "Who are you!" ”

"Help!" The man heard him asked, and shouted with his eyes open.

Qimuge heard this person call for help in the golden language, and knew that this person was from the Jin country, but she didn't ask who this person was, and in this case, it didn't matter who he was.

Qi Muge took out the wound medicine in the medicine bag, and hurriedly helped the soldier to wrap his wounds, but the soldier was injured all over his body, where could he wrap so much, Qi Muge was hesitant for a while, and cried out in a hurry.

The soldier was coated with some wound medicine, the pain eased slightly, he tried to open his eyes, and said, "Thank you, I can't do it anymore, I ,,,,,! As she spoke, she saw several Han soldiers standing behind Qi Muge, who were actually protecting her, and the soldier spat on Qi Muge's face, and said hatefully: "Are you Han or Jin, how can you be with Han people!" He struggled to lift his deformed hand, which had been burned, and pulled the bandages off his body.

Seeing that Qi Muge was humiliated, the chief on the side drew his sword and was about to step forward, but Qi Muge hurriedly stopped it, and when he stopped the chief and turned his head again, the wounded soldier of the Jin army was already dead.

Qi Muge looked at the Jin Army soldier blankly, her heart was mixed, she really didn't know what to do.

If Wei Qing is a Jin person, or she is a Han person, all this is not a problem, but now, there are two thoughts in her heart that are repeatedly fighting, on the one hand, the country's righteousness urges her to stand on the position of the Jin people, and on the other hand, the love is like water so that she can't leave Wei Qing, she really wants to pick up the knife scattered on the ground and cut it off.

She slowly stood up and walked forward, she didn't know where to go, not far away was a small nunnery, this nunnery was very dilapidated, but it was also because of its dilapidation and survived the war, when the Jin army occupied Fengyang, it did not go in to harass, when the Han army entered the city and the Jin army attacked and killed, it did not enter the nunnery, Qimuge pushed open the door of the nunnery and walked in.

In the nunnery, an old nun with wrinkled face and white hair was kneeling in front of a Buddha statue that had been exposed in many places and reciting the sutra in a low voice, she heard a sound behind her, but she didn't even raise her head, she was too old, she didn't care if she was dead or alive, this little nunnery was empty, and there was nothing worth stealing, the dilapidated living room could only barely accommodate her, and it was not worth encroaching on, so her heart was empty, and she didn't care who came behind her.

Qi Muge looked at the old nun, bitter in his heart, and sighed softly: "Master, what's the use of worshipping this mud tire, if it can solve the troubles in the world, I would have worshipped a long time ago!" ”

The old nun smiled: "Little girl, I didn't worship this mud fetus, I worshipped the Buddha!" ”

"Where is the Buddha!" Qimug asked, "Isn't it this mud tire?" ”

The old nun shook her head, she picked up a small pebble from the ground, raised her hand and hit the Buddha statue: "Look, is this the Buddha?" I worship him, he ignores him, I beat him, he doesn't move, it's just a mud tire! ”

Qi Muge was confused when he heard it: "But Mrs. Shi, you are indeed worshipping it!" You say it's not a Buddha, and you say you're worshipping a Buddha, I don't understand! ”

The old nun trembled and pushed the chair beside her, pushed it to the side, turned around, bowed to the chair a few more times, and looked at Qimuge: "Little girl, do you understand!" ”

Qimuge shook his head.

The old nun's face showed a loving look, and she could see that this woman was very confused in her heart, although she had worshiped the Buddha all her life but did not worship any fame, but her decades of life experience had made her have an insight into the world.

She slowly enlightened Qimuge like Qimuge's mother: "Little girl, I kneel in front of the Buddha statue, but I may not worship it, it is in my eyes, just like this chair, if I want to worship it, I will worship it, if I want to sit on it, I will sit on it!" The old nun patted her chest lightly: "The Buddha I worship is in my heart, not outside my heart!" ”

Qimuge's heart thumped, her body shook, and she leaned on the chair and asked softly: "Shitai, I am a Jin person, but I fell in love with a Han person, the Jin people scolded me, and the Han people despised me, but I can't let go of my Jin compatriots in my heart, and I can't let go of the Han people I love, how can I worship the Buddha in my heart, my heart has been cut in half!" ”

The old nun slowly stood up, she made a move that Qi Muge would never have imagined, she took off her clothes one by one, and there was nothing left of ^H when she took off, and her dry body and low-hanging ** were completely displayed in front of Qi Muge's eyes.

"Shi Tai ,,,,,!" Qi Muge picked up her clothes from the ground and tried to help the old nun cover up, after all, she was followed by several Han soldiers.