However, the letter came more urgently than the previous times, and when the letter arrived in Shen Yuanzhou's hand, the smell of sheep blood on it did not seem to have completely dissipated. After covering the letterbox for most of the day, carrying the smell of goshawk feathers, Shen Yuanzhou had been in the northwest station for several years, and his vision was still blurred by the smell of poultry and animals, and he turned his head and blinked his eyes several times before he could barely see the content of the first sentence.

It was Shi Heng's polite greeting.

He took a deep breath with a side face, the smell was really smoky. Not only smoked, but also blocked the door of people's brains. What's the bullshit encore asking? They're dying.

Looking further down, there were really people who were forced to die, and a few corpses were added to the tent. Shen Yuanzhou's heart tightened, at this juncture, it was not very auspicious for anyone to die in the Qianren. After reading the letter with bated breath, it turned out that it was not the Shi clan who died, but a few Xianbei people.

Shi Heng hadn't told Shen Yuanzhou that there were Xianbei people in the Xian tribe before, so he was stunned for a moment. Seven or eight of them died. But since it wasn't the Hu royal family's death, this amount is actually not a big deal.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival in Beijing, you can cut off seventy or eighty heads at a time, even if you are fighting with people, it is common for more than ten people to die. Not to mention that there were many conflicts between the Hu tribes, and when they died, they had the right to give the wild eagle a few days to eat, so this letter should not have been so urgent.

The key is that the corpses of those people are still hot on the ground, and the Xianbei letter eagle is already hovering in the air, Shi Heng opened the letter and unfolded it, and the ghost-like lines on it are the common revenge oath of the five Hu people.

Xianbei thanked the Emperor for his congratulations on the grand event, and sent his siblings to bring fat sheep spirits to the Qiang clan to repay their kindness, but the Shi clan let the blood flow into the wine glass, so that the wail sounded at the banquet.

With the gods above and the eagles at the mercy, the hatred of Xianbei will sweep through every inch of the wilderness like flowing water, until the galloping horses grow sharp horns, and the noble wolf king and the rats eat a piece of raw maggot carrion.

It sounds like it's farther away than the Han people's dry rocks, but it's a pity that Shi Heng doesn't even know when this group of people will wipe their necks, otherwise he can rush up and stop them. Liang issued a market restriction order, how could Liang not know that at least for a short period of time, it was impossible for Liang to really take Liang as a vassal.

Therefore, after Shi Heng and Shi Qi returned to Xianbei, although they no longer groveled to those Xianbei people, they were definitely good at eating and drinking, and they just wanted to find a suitable opportunity to send people back to Xianbei. Even if the war between the two clans is inevitable, for Karma, it can be counted a while later.

Therefore, Emperor Huang set aside the most gorgeous account, except for not allowing me to meddle in internal affairs, the rest were all brought and gone by a few people. I heard the people below say that blood was dripping all over the ground, and when I rushed over, I saw the goshawk circling and hissing.

There is no need for Shi Heng to specifically emphasize that Tuoba Mill must have killed someone himself and framed it to the Qiang tribe, and he wanted to use this as an excuse to start a war. After a few glances at the experience described in the letter, Shen Yuanzhou could have this conjecture. But seven or eight Xianbei people, unknowingly, crossed a hundred miles of atoms, ran under the noses of Shi Heng's father and son to wipe their necks, it was still somewhat difficult, and he couldn't help but have a few more thoughts.

It is indeed reasonable to say that Tuoba Milling did it, but Shi Heng said that the matter was extravagant, which made Shen Yuanzhou feel that he was exaggerating. Did the people want to take advantage of the kung fu with Liang Ruglue, the thief shouted to be a thief, forced the two clans to fight, borrowed Liang's help, subdued Xianbei, and eliminated future troubles forever?

This method seems to be too risky, but in recent years, Xianbei has been aggressive, maybe the two fathers and sons have no way back and do not know. Wei Long's letter hadn't arrived yet, and Shen Yuanzhou also shouted "send it out". Sent out, this battle between Xianbei and the Xian people should be earlier than Liang Guo expected. Pulling a hair and moving the whole body, there may be another solution to the death situation in Beijing.

Send it out, send it out, Tuoba Mill also shouted "send out", most of the people who were sent to Qiang were his personal courtiers, and once they gave up, they still lost a panic. Taking advantage of the distressed effort, the letter to the Huo family was completed overnight, and it went straight to the sky with the eagle's wings.

He knew that the bone mark he wanted would definitely get it, but he also knew that it wouldn't be so fast. After the messenger from Jiangfu left, Tuoba Mill was annoyed by the contents of the letter. Thinking of the few days he spent with Xue Ling, he guessed that even if Xue Ling didn't know anything about the bone mark, he would be able to figure out who the bone mark belonged to after getting the letter.

Instead of hiding it, it is better to be generous and name-named. But the letter has already been sent, and it is useless to think about it. Even though he had already delivered a letter to deceive Huo Yunsheng into leaving Beijing, Tuoba Milling understood that Xue Ling would never send the bone seal back with just a letter, and he had to add more fire.

Forcing Huo Zhun is definitely unrealistic, it's really urgent, but it wants to make that old thing suspicious. Only by making the fake into the real will the whole world be deceived.

What's more, there is nothing fake in Ben, Xianbei was going to swallow the Qiang tribe. This kind of ugly thing, first concoct an excuse, it is very necessary to win people's hearts. After all, the other three parts of the original were only subordinated to Xianbei, and were not subjugated to Xianbei.

The letter was sent out and sent to Huo Yunyang, and the people slaughtered my Xianbei royal family, and the wasteland burned the corpse to declare war. Shen Yuanzhou was already hoarding troops and horses, Huo Xiangruo didn't care about his lips and teeth, and the disaster of Xiao Wall was close at hand.

The Wei River flowed endlessly, the white clouds gathered and scattered, and there were eight or nine immature children supporting the old woman, as if they had made a great determination, and they stomped their feet and shouted: "Send it out." After shouting, he untied a purse from his waist, held it in the palm of his hand for a while before untying it, and poured it all into the palm of his hand, which was only five copper plates.

She counted three and handed a letter to the young man in front of the stall, no longer as categorical as just now, but a little cramped: "Please Mr. bring this letter to Beijing, with the address and name on it." After a pause, he added a coin to the envelope and said, "My father and I have not gone to school much, and the letter was written by Mr. Village, and my father may not understand it, so please help me say a word again." ”

"Just say..... My grandmother and I waited for him to come home early. ”

The young man took it with a smile and replied that it would be done, and when the grandfather and grandson walked away, they looked at the so-called address on the envelope, and "scattered as green smoke" was repeated three or five times in various fonts, which was indeed very much like a detailed record of a place in central Beijing.

He sighed and threw the letter into a basket behind him. In the past two years, there have always been such letters. The catastrophe in the northwest has been three and a half years in the blink of an eye. At first, the displaced people were scattered, and after the passage of time, some returned to their original places, and some were never seen again.

Looking closely, the letters in the basket have accumulated a thick stack.