Chapter 123: The Purpose of Revenge

After Qiu He used Murong Quan's token to deceive all the Donghu soldiers on the city wall and control them, he asked people to change into their clothes and disguise themselves and return to the palace.

There was no longer the previous tense atmosphere in the main hall of the palace, and the young masters of all the clans who were originally bound in the main hall were also loosened, except for the people of the Zhou family and the Sang family.

The main hall is filled with all kinds of rare treasures, which shine brightly in the light, and are eye-catching.

Murong was naked, sitting cross-legged in the pile of treasures, playing with some treasures that he was interested in, surrounded by beauties.

And the original owner of these treasures was diligently introducing him to the wonders of his own treasures, and he also pushed his wife and daughter into Murong Quan's arms intentionally or unintentionally, and Qiu He was very disgusted to see it.

"This piece of blood jade is very suitable for you." Murong Qian threw over a piece of blood jade the size of a baby's fist and polished and rounded.

Qiu He stretched out his hand to take it, touching the mellow and flawless blood jade with mysterious veins on it, and nodded with a smile, "It is indeed a good jade, but it is not blessed to be consumed." ”

As he spoke, he respectfully put the blood jade aside respectfully.

Murong Qian frowned slightly, and pushed the most beautiful girl in the corner to Qiu He, "This is the youngest and most beautiful daughter of Qiu You's family, and she is still perfect." ”

When the originally frightened and trembling girl looked up and saw Qiu He's face, which was three points more beautiful than herself, she unconsciously shook her head slightly, and even forgot to be afraid.

Qiu He looked at the girl in his arms and gently helped her aside, "Qiu You's clan is the big clan of Zhongshan Kingdom, and now it is also the big clan of the Baidi tribe, and Qiu He can't be blessed." ”

Murong Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, his breathing was a little dignified, and he looked at Qiu He directly, his voice revealing a hint of majesty, "Then what do you want?" ”

Qiu He's narrow peach blossom eyes narrowed, and swept over the faces of the young masters of the Baidi clan, "If you really want something, maybe you just want to hear a story." ”

Hearing this, everyone who had looked at Qiu He looked at each other.

Murong Qian also looked sideways slightly, looking at the corner of the main hall, the corpse of the young master of the Sang clan who had already shed blood and became a human cadre, and there was still a dagger in his chest, as if he had thought of something, and chuckled, "Oh? What's the story? I'm also a little curious. ”

"It should be about thirty years ago, the Sang clan moved to the throne, I don't know if everyone here, who can tell me how many people are directly involved." Qiu He had a smile on his face that made everyone tremble.

Hearing this, everyone's bodies stiffened, and they subconsciously shifted their eyes.

"This kind of thing still has to start with the person concerned." Murong Qian smiled and clapped his hands.

The two Donghu men brought the young master of the Zhou family, who was tied up, and took out the cloth plug in his mouth.

"Brother Qiu, help." Zhou Kang, the young master of the Zhou family, cried out for help with a sad voice, and he did not have the appearance of flying and domineering in the morning.

"Don't worry, as long as the story is well told, I can save you from death." Murong smiled sadly.

Zhou Kang shuddered, knelt on the ground and looked at Qiu He in horror, "Brother Qiu, I was a young child when the Sang clan usurped power, I really don't know the details." ”

"Did the Sang execute the Zhai family with a drip execution?" Qiu He asked with a smile.

Zhou Kang was stunned for a moment, and nodded, "This is true, at that time, Sang Yang executed all the men of the Zhai royal family by dripping, saying that they were a family that was cursed by the gods, and they were executed in the square. ”

"The dripping punishment not only needs to be executed by Wu Zhu, but also the patriarchs of all ethnic groups need to observe the ceremony, I don't know who is honored to watch the ceremony?" Qiu He asked with a smile.

Everyone hunched their shoulders and kept silent.

"Looks like everyone is in attendance." Murong Qian chuckled.

"King Mingjian, Qiu You's clan was forced to be threatened by the Sang clan out of desperation, and Qiu You's clan never got involved in that matter!" The young master of the Qiu You clan wailed, "Back then, the Zhou family, the Xian family and the Ji family were all participants, and the persecution of the Qiu family and the Zhai family was also the most cruel to them. ”

"Qiu Yuol, don't talk nonsense! Xian's has always been indisputable! The young master of the Xian clan retorted with a red face.

The young masters of all ethnic groups, who had been silent, began to accuse each other, and in the end they all scuffled with each other, and the scene was very chaotic.

Qiu He held his forehead, frowning and sinking like water.

Murong Qian walked up to him and sat down, and said with a smile: "My father often told me that stories are told to children and the dead. ”

Qiu He smiled lightly.

"If you want to take revenge, you don't need to be so troublesome at all, anyone who is suspicious will be dealt with it with one knife, and everything will be investigated, this is the stinky problem of the Central Plains." Murong sneered.

Qiu He shook his head, "It's not a problem, it's called morality." ”

Murong Qian raised his eyebrows slightly.

"There is a wrong, there is a debtor, revenge is inevitable, otherwise I am sorry for my ancestors." Qiu He smiled, "But because of revenge, I kill innocents indiscriminately and wantonly vent my desires, that is, there is no moral sin, and then other people will come to me for revenge." The purpose of revenge is to give an account to oneself and one's ancestors, not to create more hatred. ”

Murong exhausted his eyes, pondered this sentence carefully, and finally grinned, "Since this is the case, then we should cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and kill them all, so that the hatred will not exist." ”

"It's a really good solution." Qiu He also smiled, "But I guess he doesn't like it very much." ”

"Huh? Who is he? Murong Qian suddenly raised his eyebrows.

"A friend of mine, Your Highness estimates that you will be able to see him later." Qiu He turned his head and smiled.

Murong Yi was slightly shocked by Qiu He's smile, but he instinctively sensed a trace of danger.

The sudden low and long sound of a horn outside the palace interrupted Murong Quan's questioning.

"The army is triumphant?" Murong Qian stood up and said with a frown.

"Your Highness only needs to sit on the throne and wait at this time." Qiu He chuckled and walked towards the main hall, and said as he walked, "If His Royal Highness's army triumphs, the city gate will naturally open, and if Bai Dibu's army triumphs, His Highness still needs to sit in command and defend." ”

Murong exhausted his hand, and hundreds of Donghu soldiers poured out from behind the main hall, "Follow Mr. Qiu to greet the army." ”

As soon as the Donghu warriors followed Qiu He out of the main hall, they saw the inner city palace gate open.

Dozens of steel beasts that had never been seen before pierced into the palace gate like a sharp arrow, and the armor on their bodies reflected the afterglow of the setting sun, and they were followed by the overwhelming black armored iron horses.

By the time the Donghu warriors came back from their dazzles and saw the blood-colored monster battle flag that they had never seen before, the square of the palace hall was already full of black-armored cavalry.

The neighing of war horses was incessant.

They didn't need to look closely at all to know that these black-armored cavalry were definitely not their previous robes, because the equipment of these black-armored cavalry was incomparable even to the royal army of the White Dibu.

Murong Quan's guard commander was about to open his mouth to raise the alarm, but he was slapped on the back of the head by his 'companion' behind him, rolled his eyes and fainted.

Qiu He watched one by one Donghu warriors fall under the sneak attack of the ink wolf and others, showed a calm smile, turned around and walked back to the main hall, pushed open the door of the main hall, and looked at Murong Quan on the throne, whose smile gradually solidified, and his voice carried a touch of mockery, "Your Highness, my friend is here." ”

Murong clasped the armrest of the throne with all his might, because he bent the pure copper armrests on it with all his strength, and his body didn't know whether it was because of anger or panic, but he still maintained an indifferent expression on his face, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "This is the reason why you rejected me?" ”

A man wearing a bright silver dark pattern iron armor, a gray wolf cloak, and a strange mask on his face stepped into the hall on a steel beast that Murong Qian had never seen before.

The beast let out a dull and strange chirp that shook the entire royal hall and trembled.

The sonorous sound of the armor and the sound of the giant beast's iron hooves stepping on the wooden planks of the main hall made Murong Jian feel the approach of death.

The man riding the giant beast stopped a few meters in front of the throne, because the giant beast was too tall, he almost looked down at Murong Qian on the throne.

But Murong Qian felt that the eyes he hid behind the mask seemed to penetrate his body, not looking at him at all, and seemed to be still in a daze.

Murong Yi felt a great humiliation, blushed and let out a low roar, pulled out the giant sword next to the throne, and slashed at the man on the giant beast.

The sound of an arrow cutting through the void rang out at the same time as the sound of an iron sword breaking.

Murong Quan, who was blocked and lost his inertia, fell from the throne, rolled twice on the ground, and looked at another bearded burly man wearing a fur coat and no armor at the entrance of the main hall with red eyes.

"Let him be quiet, and then scold him later." Qiu He grabbed Tu Tan, who was a little annoyed.

Tu Tan frowned, put away his bow and arrows, and let people pull out Murong Qian and the others inside.

After Murong came out, he looked at the white Xuanyao flag that had never been seen hanging on the city wall, as well as the dense ironclad cavalry in the square, grinning wildly, looking up to the sky and shouting, "I didn't lose!" ”

It took some effort for the soldiers who held him to get him under control.

"There is no winning or losing chess piece, Your Highness." Qiu He snorted lightly, walked into the main hall and closed the door.

Murong was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly gave up resisting.

"The psychological quality is good, and he is a person who does great things." Tu Tan looked at Murong Qian with interest and chuckled.

"Who are you?" Murong Qian looked at Tu Tan coldly.

Tu Tan's arrow just now put too much pressure on him, and the power of that arrow was comparable to that of a Donghu marksman.

"Maybe it's your future master." Tu Tan grinned with a strange smile.

Qiu He, who closed the door of the palace, walked next to Zhai Qiu, patted the moose's buttocks and said with a smile, "I haven't seen you for so many days, I almost don't dare to recognize it, your outfit is inevitably too domineering." ”

"This is the throne of Bai Dibu?" Zhai Qiu's voice couldn't hear joy and sorrow.

"Well, the touch is much worse than the chair rewarded by the Emperor, hard and cold." Qiu He chuckled.

"My ancestors, who were in this position?" Zhai Qiu asked.

"Yes, and I have sat in a higher position in the Central Plains." Qiu He pursed his lips, "It's just that I finally came down from this position." ”

"No wonder, when I see it, my heart hurts." Zhai Qiu lowered his head.

"Your heart hurts, probably because you're too nervous and you've been running for a long time." Qiu He chuckled and walked to the corner of the main hall, looked at the young master of the Sang clan who was about to become a dead body, squatted down and held the dagger still stuck in his chest, with a slight force.

The sharp dagger dug out the heart that had long been exhausted, and then handed it to Zhai Qiu, with a child's toy-like innocent smile on the corner of his mouth, "The blood has dried up, and the corpse is still a little warm after being left for a long time, so take it hot." ”

Zhai Qiu lowered his head, took the heart that had turned purple, and muttered, "A human heart, except for its size, is no different from an animal. ”

"A taste?" Qiu He's eyes flashed with excitement.

Zhai Qiu subconsciously put his hand to his mouth, and finally put it down in Qiu He's somewhat disappointed eyes, "The Great Emperor said that people should try not to eat raw food and drink raw water, they will be invaded by Gu spirits." ”

"The owner of this heart has taken away everything that belongs to you." Qiu He said in a deep voice.

"Now I've got it back." Zhai Qiu's five fingers were slightly forced, crushing the heart in his hand, and pulling the corners of his mouth stiffly, "No, the emperor helped me get it back." ”

The disappointment in Qiu He's eyes flashed, and a warm smile was raised.

"Praise the Emperor."