In July of the ninth year of the Apocalypse, it was the height of summer, and it was supposed to be a hot season, but it was a little cooler because of the cold climate, as if autumn had arrived in advance. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wu Xiang and Wu Sangui, father and son, who were put into the prison car, couldn't help but tremble a few times at this time, they never thought that they would one day enter the customs in such a state, looking at the shackles on their hands and the standing cage that could only hold the soles of their feet, but their necks were stretched straight and could not bend half a point, their mood was extremely depressed, especially now that they had entered Shanhaiguan, it meant that there would be no possibility to change the fate of being executed by Zhu Youxiao Ling Chi.

They wanted to bite their tongues and kill themselves, but they found that no matter how much they bitten, they couldn't persevere.

What's more, the Praetorian Guard cavalry on both sides kept staring at the two of them, even more tightly than staring at the grassland beauty Hai Lanzhu in front.

As long as he, Wu Xiang and Wu Sangui, have the slightest misconduct, the First Cavalry Brigade of the Praetorian Guard, who is in charge of escorting, will take immediate action, and even directly threaten to break all their teeth if they dare to bite their tongues again!

Wu Sangui had to endure it, looking at the letter king Zhu Youzhen in front of him, he was even more emotional, he naturally didn't know that if according to the original historical development trajectory, the letter king in front of him Zhu Youzhen would be the son of heaven of the Ming Dynasty, and he Zhu Youzhen would have to hang the coal mountain because of his indirect reasons, and the Ming Dynasty and even the entire civilization process of China would also change because of him.

But he didn't expect that in the ninth year of the Apocalypse, King Zhu Youzhen would become an empty prince but no fief, and could only be a martial artist with soldiers, and it seems that the vassal kings have been removed from their fiefs and high sums of money and kept in captivity in the capital.

He could naturally guess that the initiator of all this was Zhu Youxiao, the son of today's great tomorrow, and he had to admire the means and courage of today's son to solve the centuries-old ills of the Ming Dynasty.

And along the way, he found that he could see the skinny and begging homeless people who lived by begging, and sometimes he could see a lot of roads and bridges under construction when passing through some market towns, and countless migrant workers gathered here to sweat on these big projects, looking very hard but also very healthy.

In the past, there was a supervisor in the construction of these projects, but now there is hardly a single supervisor in sight in these engineering offices, except for the cook who is cooking in the shed and the doctor who is taking the pulse to diagnose the sick, but these migrant workers are very active in their work.

Wu Sangui didn't know that these migrant workers were not serving migrant workers but came to earn money, and because they did more and got more and became very hard, the only thing he could see was that in just over a year, Daming seemed to have changed dramatically.

He didn't know him at all.

"They are the First Brigade of the Third Army of the Praetorian Guard who escorted the big traitors Wu Xiang and Wu Sangui, right?"

The news of Wu Xiang and Wu Sangui being escorted to Beijing has been published in major newspapers and periodicals, and although most of the migrant workers who worked in the Gyeonggi area to earn money were illiterate, they could also know through the storyteller and others that the imperial court had captured alive Wu Xiang and Wu Sangui, the great traitors who had killed countless people in Gyeonggi.

At the beginning, in order to arouse the people's hatred for the Guanning Army, especially for Wu Xiang and Wu Sangui's father and son, Zhu Youxiao asked the Ministry of Rites to spend a lot of effort to inform the people through various media channels of the corruption of the Guanning Army's military discipline and the slaughter of the people by the Wu family and his son.

Therefore, the people now have a deep impression of these two people, just like the impression of later generations on Zhou Papi and the bully landlord Liu Wencai, which can be described as household names.

"But isn't it, I heard Sun Xianggong (Shengyuan) say, these two dog thieves are cheeky to cast wild boar skins in order to survive, just like Fan Wencheng's guy, they also became big traitors, don't believe it, you see, these two guys only have a handful of dog tails on the back of their heads!"

More than a dozen migrant workers standing on the big stone on the side were pointing and discussing, and I don't know who immediately ran over and threw a stone directly: "Down with the dead traitor!" ”

The people love to join in the fun, and now they have a leader, and they become more and more out of control, and it didn't take long for countless stones and mud to fall towards Wu Xiang and Wu Sangui.

The Praetorian Guards were busy trying to stop it, but they were glared back by Zhu Youzhen, because according to military discipline, unless it is a rebellion and His Majesty's holy decree, the Praetorian Guards are not allowed to interfere with any actions of the people, and violators will be directly beheaded!

Zhu Youzhen had to order to speed up and avoid the siege of these people, but despite this, Wu Xiang and Wu Sangui father and son were still injured.

What hurt them even more was not just these skin injuries, but they never thought that they would one day be scolded by so many people.

But this is also Zhu Youxiao's purpose, he just wants these traitors to taste the feeling of being scolded by the people and trampled on by countless people, and it can be regarded as a warning to those individuals and small groups who abandon Daming for personal gain.

Wu Sangui couldn't help but look up and sigh, how could he have thought that he would fall to this day.

At this moment, a carriage that had been marching in front and was also guarded by the Praetorian Guards caught his attention, for in that carriage seemed to be a very familiar girl, with a slender physique, pink cheeks, and bent eyebrows.

"Hai Lanzhu!"

When another gust of wind lifted the curtain of the carriage, in another frightening glance, he accurately recognized this woman as the pearl of the grassland of the Horqin Department - Hailanzhu!

Wu Sangui couldn't help but feel like a knife, he didn't know at this time that there was a woman named Chen Yuanyuan in this world who would haunt him, but he had always admired the romance, but now he did have some affection for this grassland woman.

"God, why is this, why are you so partial to him Zhu Youxiao!"

Wu Sangui couldn't help but shout loudly in his heart, and even couldn't help sobbing, and his father Wu Xiang also cried when he saw this.

Other important figures of the Wu clan who were escorted along with Wu Xiang and Wu Sangui also began to cry.

Seeing this, Zhu Youzhen simply stabbed a person in the chest: "If anyone cries again, it will be like this person!" ”

Although they all knew that they were going to die, they were still shocked by Zhu Youzhen's action, and Wu Sangui also stopped crying, and his fists were clenched very tightly.

At this time, Hai Lanzhu, who was also tied with her hands tied and controlled in the carriage, didn't know that there was an extremely obscene man staring at her behind her, and she was now looking out in frustration, looking at all this very strange environment.

She didn't dare to imagine what had happened to her tribe, but as a prairie woman, she also knew that she was now just a slave who could be ravaged at will.

But Hai Lanzhu laughed unconsciously, she seemed to be more willing to accept such an arrangement, the only thing she hated now was that her uncle Huang Taiji not only did not rescue her Horqin, but also fought back, so that her Horqin Department lost the last chance to fight back.