Since you want his life and want to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots, let's die together.

Jiang Qingping tilted his head slightly and said:

"Fourteen years ago, not long after I married the Meng family, after she gave birth to my eldest daughter, although the Meng family secretly helped each other, because I was still young, I was only a matter from outside the seventh grade at that time."

"At that time, it coincided with the Great Yan natural disaster, the great drought in the south, and the land of several states did not grow a single grass, because the DPRK and China could not provide disaster relief, and the south was suddenly rebelled, and the disaster was extended to Gyeonggi, when I was ordered to lead troops to suppress the Nanlin rebels, I inadvertently saved a businessman who was chased and killed, and got something from him."

Huang Yun's face changed greatly, and he opened his mouth to stop Jiang Qingping.

But Jiang Qingping turned his head directly to look at Jun Mo.

"Wang Ke wants to know, what is that thing?"

Jun Mo had already gotten up.

The words "fourteen years ago" touched the deepest nerves in his heart, and even provoked the nightmare of the bitter roar and blood entanglement, which entangled him for more than ten years.

The sticky, black bloodstains.

The terrible roar.

Father......

Eldest brother......

There are also faces that used to laugh, or make trouble, or wantonly publicity, or laugh loudly......

……

A fine sweat appeared on Huang Yun's forehead, and he said urgently: "Lord Wang, don't listen to his nonsense, he must want to shirk responsibility......"

He turned his head and said loudly: "Jiang Qingping, shut up, you don't want to die!" ”

"Shut up!!"

Jun Mo raised his head fiercely, his eyes were full of frost, and when he looked at Huang Yun, there was no longer any warmth before.

"Huang Yun, if you dare to say half a word more, this king will kill you now!"

Huang Yun was taken aback, and looked at the king whose eyes were full of ink, as if he had crawled out of hell, and his face was stiff and blue.

Jun Mo lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Qingping, walked up to him, pinched his neck and lifted him up from the ground, and said coldly:

"Fourteen years ago, you got something."

Jiang Qingping was half-hung in the air, his throat hurt, but he only pulled the corners of his mouth when he was unable to breathe, and said with difficulty:

"Marching map...... In that year, the Southern Expeditionary Army went to Pizhou to crusade against the Southern Liang Army, and Jun Rong led the troops to deploy the formation, and the march near the Yangjing Valley was deployed on the map......"

"Wow"

Everyone was frightened by Jiang Qingping's words.

"Jun Rong? Isn't that Lao Wang? ”

"That's right, back then, his old man and his son led the army to the south, which was a success, but then the news suddenly came back, saying that they died in Yangjing Valley, and it is said that they have not even found all the bones, how can it be now...... Actually killed by someone?! ”

"Oh my God, that's tens of thousands..."

The younger ones in the room may not remember, but those who are a little older still remember the past fourteen years ago.

The old Wang Junrong and the prince Jun Wanqing were all fierce generals in the army, and the army led by his subordinates was even more invincible, and their power shocked the countries and kept the peace of Dayan.

When the sudden natural disaster, the southern land riots, Nanliang, Chihan, Zongshu and other countries suddenly attacked, the Jun family was ordered to lead the army to Pizhou to meet the enemy, at the beginning of the success, only to hear that the Jun family will be those enemy troops defeated and retreated, Beijing is jubilant.

But then the situation suddenly took a turn for the worse.

The command of the Jun family failed, and the Southern Expeditionary Army was accidentally trapped in Yangjing Valley, and after a seven-day battle, they were killed......

Many people present still remember the scene when the young son of the Jun family returned to Beijing with white sails.

I remember that the prosperity of the Jun family also fell one day, and I almost couldn't afford to fall for it, which coincided with the invasion of various countries, and the thirteen-year-old boy who was still young at the time resolutely took over from his father and brother, led the troops south, and fought fiercely on the battlefield.