The war three years ago has never been extinguished, only at this moment it burned to the capital, although it is just a grain of rice spark, but no one knows what hole can be burned.

The soldiers were half dead in front of the army, and the beauties were still singing and dancing. When Tuoba milled the horse and stepped on the flat city, Beijing was still a song and dance. This city has been peaceful and rich for a hundred years, how can it be a mere trouble? After the northwest was shattered, the Son of Heaven couldn't afford to kneel, but it was the court that added a little more dry mouth.

Thousands of miles away, the Wei River is dangerous, and it is not only the Hu people who are blocking it. There are no more than 12 out of 12 who can escape, and there are tens of thousands of civilians in the Liang State who are left. Everyone in the imperial city shouted that the Son of Heaven was wise, the national thief was ambushed, and no one was in the wilderness on that land.

It's too far, those cities are too far away from Beijing.

It's so far away that few people can see it, and people's memories are still so short. Wei Long allocated grain for tax exemption and light servitude, and Li Min wanted to shout long live my emperor every three or five days, and all living beings must thank the Son of Heaven for ten days and a half months. However, after a few months, when Shen Tuyi went again, there were no nights of crying along the way.

All the living people bowed to Wei Long. The people who missed Xue Yihan were all dead.

So don't blame Shen Tuyi, don't blame him, wish Xue Yihan died earlier. He died early, and maybe his life would always be as peaceful as he saw. I don't blame Xue Ling, I don't blame her for beginning to doubt Xue Yihan's merits. If that half of the talisman is returned to its original owner, will there be no disaster in the northwest?

There are also people in the capital, who either speak openly, or slander, or loudly, or whisper, arbitrarily judging who is the sinner through the ages. However, they did not stay in that massacre for a moment.

They are nothing more than hearsay.

Hanyan lay on the ground and couldn't get up, only trying to tilt his head up, looking at Shen Tuyi intently, and the words in his mouth did not stop. probably felt that if he read it a few more times, Shen Tuyi would be able to believe it. I believe that Xue Yihan can't die, and Xue Yihan's son can't die.

Xue Ling had waited for Han Yan to die to the point of death, she couldn't be ruthless and leave this person alone, so she selfishly wanted to wait until Han Yan made a disrespectful speech, so as to find an excuse for herself. At that time, I saw Shi Yan coming with a knife and riding a horse, and he only cried and prayed, "Please take a strand of my hair back to my homeland."

She didn't quite understand how Han Yan's almost arrogant tone came from at the moment, but it was like a nonsense move, which was far more desperate than that would be pitiful. Xue Ling couldn't turn around, and didn't say anything in a hoarse voice. She couldn't shout for Han Yan to leave, and she couldn't beg Shen Tu Yi to let the girl go, she stood there helpless.

Just like back then, Lu Wenan wasted his arm.

Shen Tuyi said in a low voice: "Who can't die, do you know how many people God has to accept every moment?" Who can't die"? He adjusted his blade and felt that his threat was already in place. If he doesn't let it go, don't blame him for not saying hello in advance.

The chatter in his mouth gradually faded into silence, as if he was frightened by Shen Tuyi. She slowly retracted a hand and brought it to her chest. Shen Tuyi thought she was dead, let out a sigh of relief, didn't urge, just waited for her to slowly move away.

But he didn't want to fumble and pull off the cloth belt that Xue Ling had tied, and quickly unbuttoned his shirt. The smile on his face and the tears spread at the same time, and it was so strange that it seeped into people. Without waiting for Shen Tu Yi to react, she took off her shirt and struggled to untie her skirt.

She was afraid to die, she remembered that when she was a child, she heard some words about the destruction of the family, but she just casually read two ghosts and ghosts deserved to be harvested, in fact, she couldn't imagine what it was like to have a broken family. She is afraid of Shen Tuyi, she doesn't know this person at all, and this person is a man, this person definitely can't know what it means to be a good man.

She was in a hurry to make her filthy body public, she felt that Shen Tuyi refused to let go of Miss Xue, maybe because her words were unfounded. Like, there should be some miracle Buddha seal in order for people to really believe that there are gods in the world.

She was impatient, but her other hand was still pulling Shen Tuyi and refused to let go. Interpreting Luo Shang should be what she is best at, but she is in a hurry at the moment, and she is no longer a Han girl in the Xianbei royal capital who attracts people to spend a lot of money.

Xue Ling was not good at paying attention to people's emotions, and when she came back from the river, she was very worried, and Han Yan was insignificant in her eyes, so she couldn't understand the ecstasy when Han Yan called her.

Maybe she never thought that Han Yan really came to the capital, for Xue Ling, traveling day and night, running back and forth from Beijing to the northwest is ten days and a half months. But for ordinary people, it's really not easy to take this trip. She gave Hanyan so much silver, enough to make a living in the local area, and she couldn't afford to live with herself.

There's something wrong here. Xue Ling is in a hurry, hurrying back in a hurry, she has only been back for two or three days, and Han Yan has arrived, how can she have this speed, only Xue Ling is too lazy to think about this weird. She was often haunted by Pearl's death, and each time she ended it with the same reason.

"I gave her five hundred taels of silver."

She didn't care for silver, but she knew that five hundred taels was not a decimal number. Even in Beijing, you can find a suburb and put a few places. The fool refused to go, and blamed anyone.

She never thought that Pearl couldn't go, she never lived that kind of life of being controlled by others. Even in the Su family, Su Jiru has never controlled her to do anything other than refuse to let go.

She knew that there were so many people in the world who couldn't keep their lives, but she didn't think that many people couldn't even keep their money. The silver ticket of two hundred taels was thrown to Han Yan, which was tantamount to a child's noisy market.

In the town where Xue Ling and Hanyan are separated, the silver ingot is already a family heirloom, where to find such a large amount of silver tickets. And in the three years of Xianbei, Hanyan is the same as Pearl, although he is making money for the kiln that accommodates him, he has never touched a penny.

In the Cuiyu Building of the Su family, Xue Ling saw the splendid ointment of those famous people, who were richer than the daughters of ordinary good families. I don't know that in the land of the Hu people, no matter how good-looking Han prostitutes are, they can't beat a few sheep.

It is said that it is not my race, and there is a deep hatred in the sea of blood, but in fact, it is not profitable. Su Jiru offers those flowers and jades, where is it because the Han people are noble? It's just that if someone's old man is dizzy one day, even if he marries back and makes a room. As soon as the wind blows, the meat business will come to an end.

Hu Di did not have such worries, the Han prostitutes bought back as rabbits to play, and the warriors only liked the horses.

So Han Yan has never seen a silver ticket, even when she was still on her knees, she only came into contact with scattered silver taels, and she still had a father who worked as a bookkeeper for the shops in the city. If you really want to calculate it, her family is already a warehouse, at least she has not suffered from famine.

On that day, Xue Ling was in a hurry to get rid of the two of them, and as soon as they passed Pingcheng and found a border town, they had to go their separate ways. After she left, she pinched the silver ticket given by Xue Ling, and asked the way of Qianzhuang with her memory of the past, wanting to exchange some scattered silver.

The shopkeeper glanced at the amount, returned his frightened hands, and stammered and asked:

"Girl, where did you come from?"