Sun buried his face in Qin Huaiyuan's arms, and tears rubbed his clothes: "That day, Qitai came back and said that you want to see Sister Yi'er and have something, let Sister Yi'er go to the foot of the mountain at night to take her to see you, I thought that Qitai had been with you for so many years, and it was impossible to have an outside heart at all, so I let Sister Yi'er go." ”

"Who knows, now that people have lost it, the people we went out to look for it also found Qitai's body, which was stabbed in the neck by someone and died. Only then did I realize that Sister Yi'er might have been kidnapped. Such a good daughter, it's useless for me to be a mother, let her suffer all day long, and in the end she didn't even look at anyone! ”

Qin Huaiyuan hugged the skinny Sun and said distressedly: "Don't worry, don't cry." Sister Yi'er is fine. ”

"Really? You don't cheat me? Sun raised his face and looked at Qin Huaiyuan.

"Of course, I'm such a daughter, her safety is so important, how can I lie to you with such a thing?" Qin Huaiyuan wiped her face with his sleeve and said comfortingly: "Come, let's go in first, I'll tell you slowly." ”

Sun has always known Qin Huaiyuan's character, and he said that Qin Yining is fine, so it should be fine.

Only then did she realize that she had cried in Qin Huaiyuan's arms in public, her face turned red in an instant, and she hurriedly took a few steps back.

Qin Huaiyuan took Sun's hand and walked in front of him absently, greeting everyone who came out of the mountain all the way.

Cao Yuqing lowered her eyebrows and followed the two upstairs.

When the old lady heard that Qin Huaiyuan was back, she was overjoyed, and took Mama Qin's hand to come out to greet her.

"My Meng Ge'er is back!"

Qin Huaiyuan stepped forward with a smile and saluted: "My son greets his mother." ”

"Hurry up, hurry up, you want to kill me!" The old lady grabbed Qin Huaiyuan's arm and looked at it, and then said distressedly: "Tanned, and thin." ”

Qin Huaiyuan smiled, and greeted the second master, the third master, and other family members on the side.

Everyone agreed, and the Sun family finally couldn't help but be anxious, "Master Hou, where is Sister Yi'er?" ”

When she asked, the old lady remembered that Qin Yining was gone.

Qin Huaiyuan went to the house with his family and relayed what the emperor had told him.

The details, even if he guessed, were not humane in the end because they were related to the face of the country, and in the end he only said: "...... The emperor has decided to surrender to the Great Zhou, and these days are going to be busy. ”

There was a breath of exhalation from inside the room.

Although everyone has the sadness of losing their country, they are all relieved in the end.

Qin Han said: "Uncle, the emperor promised to surrender, will the Great Zhou people outside Kyoto City withdraw?" ”

"Yes."

"Then will they slaughter the city?" The second lady was worried.

Qin Huaiyuan shook his head and said with a smile: "The emperor of the Zhou Dynasty is a person with a deep city, and he is very good at inviting people to buy people's hearts, I think at this time, not only will he not slaughter the people in the city, but he will also transport food as soon as possible." ”

Everyone understands that the Emperor Taishang of the Great Yan Dynasty still hid all the money he used to buy grain regardless of the lives of his own people, and if the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty could make the common people have a full meal, such a strong contrast was enough to make the people of Kyoto have a good impression of the Great Zhou Emperor.

What about the country, these hungry people don't care, all they care about is whether they can survive or not.

Mo said that it was ordinary people, it was these people of the Qin family, and their hearts were full of excitement.

Only the old lady's face is not very good-looking.

She just ate the little rabbit that Prince Zhongshun gave to Qin Yining a few days ago, and she also sarcastically mocked Qin Yining!

Who would have thought that the emperor would send Qin Yining directly to Prince Zhongshun?

If the Great Yan Dynasty surrenders to the Zhou Dynasty, Qin Yining is likely to become the concubine of Prince Zhongshun in the future, and even a side concubine even better! She will become the noble lady of the Zhou Dynasty!

But what about them? They are the family members of the vassals, life and death are in the hands of others, and their future can be determined with a single word......

"So, Sister Yi'er is still very fond of Prince Zhongshun?" The old lady's voice was a little hoarse.

Grandma Han Er also looked at Qin Huaiyuan with a moist gaze, obviously she and the old lady thought of going together.

She regrets it now, she really shouldn't have pouted the old lady to eat Qin Yining's pet because of a moment of greed, that little rabbit is just like Qin Yining said, there is no meat on her body, it is not enough for her to stuff her teeth.

At that time, she only wanted to be able to eat a little bit, and she secretly scolded Qin Yining in her heart for being hypocritical, she was about to starve to death, and she still refused to eat the little rabbit.

Who would have thought that the rabbit was a token of affection from Prince Zhongshun to Qin Yining, and Qin Yining was going to be a princess?

Han's second grandmother's regretted intestines are going to be green!

Qin Huaiyuan saw that the old mother and nephew and daughter-in-law all had such expressions, and guessed in his heart that something must have happened that he didn't know, and said quietly: "Hmm." Prince Zhongshun likes Sister Yi very much, and if there is no accident, he wants to be a princess. ”

The old lady laughed dryly, "It's so good, it's very good, in the end, it's still our sister Yi'er who has the ability, and I have to rely on her in the future." ”

Han's second grandmother also smiled and nodded, but how stiff that smile looked, even Qin Han, who was supporting her on the side, saw the clues, but Qin Han didn't ask in person.

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Qin Huaiyuan stayed on the mountain for two days with peace of mind.

During these two days, the tiger army guarding the city gate was indeed withdrawn, and the city gate was wide open, and the people were allowed to enter and leave as before.

The barely surviving refugees stumbled out to find a way out.

Many of them were so hungry that they had no strength to crawl.

At this moment, not far in front of the city gate, there was a tiger army who said loudly: "The Great Zhou Holy Lords have mercy on the victims and decree that they will have two meals a day, and set up porridge points in front of the city gates and in various places in the inner and outer cities, so that everyone can come and eat porridge!" ”

As the man's words fell, someone came in a carriage, put down the cauldron, rice, firewood and grass, and began to make a fire to boil porridge.

The smell of rice came out all at once!

The stunned eyes of the disaster victims, smelling the aroma of food, where can they bear it? They all rushed towards the porridge shack.

Among them, there are many hungry people who have lost their strength, and they can't get up after being thrown down by the crowd.

But under hunger, who can take care of so much? It's good to be able to survive by yourself, where is the effort to care about your feet?

Yes, no one heard a hoarse voice under their feet, shouting with more breath and less breath: "Get out of here, take away your stinky feet, I ...... I want to kill you, you dare to kill the king......"

No one heard him, but countless feet stepped over his back, and a few more footprints were made on his dirty, unrecognizable rags.

He wanted to wail in pain, but he couldn't make a sound, and when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he wanted to get up, but he didn't have the strength, and his eyes gradually blurred, and there was only one signal left in his mind, that is, pain, the pain of broken bones and tendons.

The porridge shed was not far away, and he stretched out his dirty arms, and finally did not eat a bite of gruel.

No one could have imagined that Emperor Qinglong, who had plagued the Great Yan Dynasty for thirty-five years, would end up being trampled to death by the victims he despised the most.