Ning Yu slashed the man with a hand knife, dragged him to the bottom of the porch, pulled off his coat and gagged his mouth, and tied his hands and feet.

Ning Yu felt into the room.

The tent was pulled, and the incense on the table slowly rose and drifted into the hibiscus incense tent.

The years are quiet.

But he doesn't deserve it when these years are quiet.

So let's stop there.

If the wicked don't accept it, she will take it.

How many can be received is a few.

Ning Yu walked over cautiously, lifted a corner, and a pair of disheveled men and women slept soundly.

Ning Yu had never seen the prefect, she pondered, first pressed the woman with a handkerchief, and after pressing for a while to make sure that she had inhaled the incense, she withdrew her hand.

The man lay on his side, his greasy hair draped over the side of his face, making it difficult to see his face.

She used the scabbard to ruffle the hair that covered the man's face.

"Hmph, Qingqing, don't make trouble...... The man turned over, grabbed Ning Yu's hand, and fell asleep again.

“！！！”

Exercise!

Who's going to let you shake my hand?

Ning Yu slashed the back of the man's hand with a backhand.

The sudden pain brought the man to his senses, and he was greeted by a blood-stained face.

The man was so frightened that the three souls flew away and two souls flew away.

The man has been in a high position for many years, and his courage is naturally higher than that of ordinary people, so he quickly sobered up and reprimanded angrily: "Bold! ”

Just as he was about to shout, the knife was held against his neck.

"Don't move." Ning Yu leaned forward slightly, and the knife pressed into a few points, "Although my dagger is small, it is very sharp, you can try it if you are not afraid of death." ”

"You ......" The man took a few breaths of cool air and forced himself to calm down: "You...... Do you know who I am? ”

"Who are you?" Ning Yu tilted his head, and he was as good as a stream.

That's exactly what she wanted to ask.

Although eight or nine is not far from ten, it is better to make sure again, otherwise it will be her sin to kill indiscriminately.

"I ...... This official is the prefect of Burma! After shouting these words, the man seemed to have regained some confidence, and his posture became arrogant, and he said coldly: "Assassinating the court official is a capital crime, I advise you to arrest it, maybe the official is in a good mood and can spare your life." ”

Ning Yu laughed, her eyes shining.

You're the one who kills you!

"Don't be angry, the little woman has something to discuss with the prefect." Ning Yu leaned forward, the blade cut through the skin, and blood beads rolled down.

“……”

The prefect swallowed saliva, sweat droplets slipped down his forehead, and his confidence seemed to be drained, and he tried to press his neck back, forcing a smile, "Okay...... It's easy to say......"

"I want to take the life of the prefect, I don't know if I can."

"You ......"

……

……

"Bang bang bang!"

Before dawn, there was a knock on the door of the government.

"Aha, who's ......," a servant yawned and put on his coat, and came out of the porter to open the door, "knock on what?" The prefect has not yet gotten up, and if there is any grievance or suffering, he will come back at the same time. ”

"No! Something is wrong! The man dragged the servant and screamed.

"No matter how big it is, can it be bigger than the prefect sleeping? Go and go, hurry back, and come back in time. ”

"No! Master Wang! I'm from the palace, and my lord was killed! The man shook the sleeve of the official and shouted, tears streaming down his face, "Blood has flowed all over the ground!" It's all dripping outside! ”

"Kill it...... What the! You say you're from the palace? Is Master Wang dead? How did Master Wang ...... Really? The officer's eyes widened and he flicked his sleeves, "Hey! Why didn't you say it was the palace earlier! Such a big deal......"

"You wait, I'll go and report to your lordship......" The official turned and ran.

Master Wang is the prefect's biggest money jar!

Now, the money jar is broken!

That's a big deal!

The prefect was so scared that he was sad for days.

They're going to be unlucky, too!

Alas.

Anyway, who did this lord offend? Why was he killed all of a sudden?

Are there still people in Burma who are not afraid of the powerful and powerful?

The official ran too quickly to pay attention, and when he turned, he hit a person, and the person was hit on a buttocks and fell to the ground.

"Hey Lao He, why are you in such a hurry?"

The official looked at the man with a sad face and didn't know how to explain it, so he shook his hand and ran out again.

"Hey......" The man stood up, rubbed his buttocks, and chased a few steps forward, "The one who grabbed the filial piety hat is not so anxious as you!" I'd like to see what you can do? ”

The official ran to the courtyard of the prefect in one breath, and as soon as he entered the courtyard gate, a smell of blood came to his face, and the official was shocked, and rushed in a few steps, just in time to see a figure sliding past the wall.

"Who?!" The official shouted.

As soon as the officer's voice fell, the figure had disappeared into the corner.

“！！！”

"Come on! There are assassins!! The official shouted.

The person who had been hit by the official followed, and the bloody breath that came to his face frightened him to lose his soul, and he was stunned for a while, and was shocked back to his senses by the shouts of the officer, and he also shouted with Wow.

The patrolling guards and the officers on duty rushed over from all sides, "What's the matter, Lao He?" What to shout? ”

"Yes...... There are assassins! Go over there! The servant pointed to the place where the figure floated.

"Assassins?" The guard officer glanced at each other a few times, and the leader of the team made a gesture and quickly led the guard to chase in the direction pointed by the officer.

The butler was also attracted by the earth-shattering shout, and rushed over while putting on his coat, "What's wrong?" What are you yelling about early in the morning? Aren't you afraid of waking up the master and punishing you? ”

"Steward Liu......" The official looked at the butler with a shaky body, and pointed to the room in front of him, "There are assassins entering the adult's room......"

"Huh?" The housekeeper was shocked and ran towards the door, "Master! ”

The two of them followed suit.

The door opened, and the smell of blood was stronger.

Bright red blood dripped down the prefect's body and fell to the ground, merging into a stream. There are four blood-red characters on the ground: "Do the way for heaven." ”

……

……

The dawn breaks in the east, and a new day is coming.

The sun shines down and falls on the walls of the Burmese city, as if crossing a layer of gold and silver.

In front of the city gate, the defenders of the city worked together to drop the bolt, and the heavy city gate "creaked" open. Ordinary people and traders entering and leaving the city lined up obediently, waiting for the review.

Originally, it was in Myanmar, and there was no need to check when entering and leaving the city. Since the influx of refugees from Chang County, the prefect of Myanmar has set up checkpoints, and everyone entering and leaving the city needs to be checked. At the same time, the city of Myanmar has also added an entry fee, only the people who have paid the entrance fee can get a city entry permit to live in the city, with the city entry permit, you can come and go at will in the city of Myanmar, you can also look for work in the city.

With this decree issued, it is useless for the refugees in Changjun to sneak in, it is no different from staying outside, if there is a difference, it is a different way to die. One is to expose corpses in the wilderness, and the other is to starve to death on the streets.

Once a person is hungry and clothed, he is no different from a wild beast, what is the law of etiquette?

"It's death to go up, and it's death to retract, it's better to eat a full meal!"

"Well, I don't want to be a starving ghost."

"Fight!"

"I'd rather die by a sword than starve!"

The hungry people gathered to make trouble, broke through the soldiers who defended the city and rushed into the city of Burma to grab grain, and the government was forced to be anxious, that is, they refused to open a warehouse to release grain.

Finally, the paper was brought in.

On one side are well-armed soldiers, and on the other side are hungry refugees. The two are opposed, and the difference is superior.

After the officers and soldiers came forward to kill a group of mobs, the remnants were shocked and did not dare to act rashly. The unrest was soon suppressed, and the prefect threw a feast for it, inviting wealthy lords to the audience, touting themselves and singing praises for themselves.

On the third day of the feast, even the apricot trees at the entrance of the government were filled with the fragrance of wine.

As the so-called Zhumen wine and meat stink, there are starving bones on the road.

Blood flowed into the moat, staining half of the river red. The corpse was thrown into the mountains and left to be eaten by vultures and wild dogs.

The bloody breath endures.

There are kind-hearted people who can't bear it, and set up a big pot of porridge at the gate of the city, although the porridge water is thin, but it can barely hang people's lives. There is a bite to eat, and the number of troublemakers gradually decreases. There is no need for the government to pay for food, and the prefect is also happy, so he accumulates virtue and does good deeds to earn a good reputation.