Zhao Hanjing never thought that he would realize so deeply now that Feng Ayan was such a ruthless master.

He could understand that she had a clear purpose and meaning in doing these things, and he could also understand that she was actually full of anger in her heart, which was completely different from the cruelty of pure pleasure, but he still felt fear from the bottom of his heart.

What if Feng Ayan turned his face with him and beckoned him with a hot iron drill or something else? He couldn't help but put himself in his shoes and thought about it, and strangely realized that he was not angry because he was being interrogated by her, but felt wronged.

…… Why is it a grievance.

Why.

On the other hand, Feng Ayan saw that the intimidation was almost over, stuffed the iron chisel back into the hearth and roasted it, and began to ask: "Your people, how many are there in Jingnan Mountain." ”

The young captive struggled desperately, and shook the beams of the house to a creak: "No, there is no one else, just us...... At two o'clock in the morning, an order suddenly came from above, informing everyone to stop the search and withdraw from Jingnan Mountain before dark. However, he refused to leave, he said, even if he went back to suffer military law and eat military sticks, he would have to find the night. He, his brother......"

"Killed by me?" The presiding judge casually guessed, and lifted the reheated iron drill from the stove.

Cold sweat from the captive ran down his forehead: "Yes......"

"Actually, I don't understand you." She let out a laugh like poison again, but the words were unusually calm, and even a little gentle, like the whisper of the woman next door on a sunny day, without revealing the emotion called anger at all, "Since you have planned it, if you want to swing a knife at a group of defenseless old people and children, you should be prepared to be killed." Even the Rouran people in the north would not kill those children who are not as tall as the wheels - you are not human, and you dare to ask others to treat you as a human being? ”

The iron chisel touched the hemp rope, and with this sound, the plant fibers quickly scorched and curled, and the whole captive began to spasm; Smack, the rope broke, and he fell to the ground screaming.

Zhao Hanjing also had to hold down his trembling heart, let out a long breath, and tried to adjust his breathing.

Feng Ayan heard Zhao Langzhong's movement, and the hand holding the iron chisel paused, then stopped doing any fancy work, and cut straight to the point: "Who sent you." ”

He hesitated for a moment, looked at the ghost-like Feng Ayan, and then looked at Zhao Hanjing, who was treated preferentially. However, the former would not have the slightest mercy on him, and the latter would only shrink into the quilt and pretend to be quails in order to protect himself, and he could only spasm out three words: "Lord Jinghou." ”

"Yo, it's a big deal." Pucheng Hou Jingwei, the emperor of the Southern Wei Dynasty, Feng Ayan sighed with emotion, and her eyes were full of mockery, "Your people, acting together with the people of Yuyu?" ”

Plover feathers? Zhao Hanjing keenly caught this word, as if he had suddenly fallen into an ice cave, he was chilled all over, and he shivered involuntarily.

Was that the feather he remembered......

If yes......

The people of the Western Tang Dynasty actually know everything, this person is just testing him, if he doesn't tell the truth, he will be killed...... Hearing her mention "Plover Feather", the biggest hole card of the Southern Wei Dynasty, the captives gave up the concealment completely in despair: "Yes, they are responsible for guarding the perimeter and transporting the things they have found out of the mountain...... We are responsible for...... We are responsible for...... Not a single one is left. ”

Tut-tut, Yu Yu knew that their group had a hard idea, so they used the Southern Wei spies as a knife. Feng Ayan recalled this confession, and took the time to glance at Zhao Langzhong, it seemed that although Xiao Zhao Langzhong was not a person from Yu Yu, he must know something. However, if Zhao Langzhong is also hung up like this and asked, hiss, then he is really a little reluctant. She suppressed the strange thought in her heart and asked another question: "In the territory of Xitang, who is the person who provided you with the route?" ”

"I don't know......" Seeing that the other party's expression gradually became fierce, he couldn't help but sobbed and cried, "I'm just a pawn, I don't know!" Please let me go back, I don't dare anymore, I still have an old mother to support at home, I don't dare to come to Xitang again! ”

It seemed that the word "mother" angered her, and the hidden emotions that Feng Ayan had been suppressing suddenly burst out: "Heh, look at what you said, are you the only one who has a mother, are everyone else popping out of the cracks in the stones?" The kind of person who has been beautiful all his life, and he actually fell into the hands of you scum......"

Seeing that her emotions were gradually excited, Zhao Hanjing was afraid that she would suddenly switch to Feng Yan if she was out of control, and at the risk of being greeted by Tie Zhu, she leaned out of the kang with a rolling belt, hugged one of her arms and pulled it back, and hurriedly tried to persuade: "Feng, Feng Ayan!" Calm down! Calm down! Don't you want to heal, you have to seek revenge on the masterminds behind these people, you are carried away by anger now, so how can you take revenge in the future! Yes? So you have to calm down! I'm Lang Zhong, you listen to me! ”

To be honest, in fact, Zhao Langzhong did not have the self-confidence that he could persuade the other party. After shouting this long list, he saw Feng Ayan's face turned around, and the hand holding the iron drill was also tightened, knowing that now her anger may have been transferred to himself, so he had to close his eyes and shrink his neck, waiting to be beaten.

But Feng Ayan didn't hit him.

She just sneered "heh", threw away the iron drill, took off the person and stuffed it back into the quilt, and reprimanded with a straight face: "What kind of madness is good, if I don't control it, I really beat you, can you bear it with your small body?" ”

"However, I promised to heal you, but I have to control you." Zhao Hanjing was originally a little afraid, but when he saw that although Feng Ayan reprimanded him, he didn't mean to get angry and want to clean him up, so he became fat again, and he straightened his face and reprimanded him directly, "Can't you reflect on it, how can a girl's family be so fierce." ”

"Okay, listen to Zhao Langzhong, not fierce or not." Feng Ayan came back to her senses and realized that she had indeed lost her calm, which was a big taboo in their business, so she deliberately left the captives aside and concentrated on talking to Zhao Langzhong; What's more, when Fang just came out, most of them scared this little good citizen, no matter what the consideration, she had to give this little mouse smooth head hair, "Does it still hurt?" ”

The little mouse shook his head and nodded again: "I used to eat porridge, and it doesn't hurt anymore, but now it'...... It may have just been stretched, and it is a little uncomfortable at this time. ”

She had a wonderful feeling, as if she had never encountered anything, like Xiao Zhao Langzhong, obedient and pleasing to the eye, she had to work hard to raise him well, and she would not be so squeamish that she would be annoying: "You...... You let me say what is good about you. ”

"Then don't say anything." Zhao Langzhong turned over, curled up comfortably, turned his back to her and muttered, "Anyway, I'm just an old cow pulling a broken car, and sooner or later it will fall apart." ”

Feng Ayan touched her nose, and she didn't dare to really pat Zhao Langzhong twice, for fear that she would not be serious in her hands and break it again. Just as he was holding his breath, he looked back and saw that there was still an unfinished "business" on the ground, and his eyes turned to the unlucky captive again.

As the captives said, he was just a pawn, and he couldn't have asked anything deeper. Yu Yu and the Southern Wei retreated, how could it be that they suddenly showed kindness and wanted to save her life, most likely because they planned to use themselves as a mouthpiece to pass on the news that things had been robbed...... Feng Ayan touched the sunken wooden hairpin on her head and suddenly smiled.

The abacus played very well, but unfortunately, it was her old man who was smarter.

Feng Ayan figured out what to do next, so she unfolded the yellow sheet of paper again, and wrote down the results of the interrogation and the plan she had just made. Then he pushed Zhao Hanjing and handed him the three-folded page: "You put this away, and tomorrow if I become the person you say, you will show her this." I'm going to dispose of the goods on the ground, you've been tossing around here for a day, go to sleep first, and I'll be back later." ”

He turned over and sat up, put the page into the pocket sewn in his middle coat, and was a little unbearable: "You want to kill him?" ”

"Yes." Feng Ayan lifted the captive by the collar, and regardless of the other party's shouting and begging for mercy, she carried the person directly on her shoulder.

Zhao Hanjing asked puzzledly: "Didn't you say before that as long as he is well-behaved, he won't hurt him?" Didn't he regret it, now that he knew his mistake......"

She picked up her knife, pulled out the cold blade with a bang, and picked up the regimental collar robe that she could no longer wear, and strode out: "Should I forgive him?" No, I don't have the qualifications, only the people and children he killed are qualified to forgive him, I just send him to meet them, that's all. Do you pity him? Aren't those children pitied? They couldn't choose their own birth, they finally had a chance to start over, and finally someone was willing to give them a new beginning, and then they died at the hands of these scum...... Aren't they pitied? ”

He choked and had to admit that what Feng Ayan said was right. But he looked at the man with tears on her shoulder, the man who kept crying "I don't want to die", and still couldn't pretend that he didn't see anything: "Okay, you're right, but there's no other way?" Send him to the office, or—"

"He is a native of the Southern Wei Dynasty, and he did not enter the country from the border with a customs clearance document in a dignified manner, but sneakily like a thief, smuggling across the border from an abandoned official road that was once used to transport military rations, what does this mean? It shows that if someone among the officials collaborates with the enemy and sends him to the official, the Southern Wei will know everything - when his feet are on the land of the Western Tang Dynasty, he should be ready to die in the Western Tang Dynasty. Feng Ayan paused, glanced back at him, and called him by name for the first time in the day, "Zhao Hanjing, you have to know that you are born to be responsible for what you have done." ”

Charge...... ?

He watched Feng Ayan leave, raised a hand to cover his eyes, and fell silently on the mattress, as if he had returned to the day five years ago.

The day the fire turned the sky blood-red.