The person who came was Yan Junyu, he wore a black robe and a white jade crown, stopped the horse, his phoenix eyes looked at the fifth master of the Gu family who was in tears, and the armored forbidden army behind him raised his hand slightly.

When the refugees saw the battle, they all gathered around each other in silence, and only the young, strong and somewhat strong men stood in front of them, staring at the sergeants in front of them with unkind eyes.

The confrontation between the two sides was tense, and Yan Junyu, who had an absolute advantage, did not seem to have the intention of making the first move, and the refugee team naturally would not act rashly, otherwise they would anger the handsome, tyrannical and murderous His Royal Highness, and the consequences would not be something they could bear.

This short confrontation was soon interrupted by a terrible cry, and the fifth master of the Gu family, who was roasted on the fire, suffered from the growing fire, and his luxurious robe was stained with splashing sparks and quickly ignited, and he was too frightened to hurriedly ask for help from the handsome man on the horse, and the situation became more and more tense because of his cry of pain.

These refugees are illiterate peasants, and if there is no spring drought, it is impossible to roast the emperor's relatives on the fire for the rest of their lives, let alone meet the crown prince of the current dynasty.

When he committed the murder, his face was as vicious as a ghost, and once he really saw the so-called imperial power, he could only shorten his bones, hang his head, and regret his ignorance.

What's more, when the crown prince Yan Junyu was still a ruthless and smack-making character, even if these peasants lived in the countryside, they could also hear a thing or two in the market, on the ridges of the fields, in the hands of people, and word of mouth.

This handsome and beautiful prince of the great banquet like a heavenly immortal has become an out-and-out human Shura in these true and false, false and real messages, and his name is even more prosperous than that of the Son of Heaven!

However, Yan Junyu didn't care about the notoriety that the world inflicted on him, such as sexual tyranny, murderous karma, drinking the blood of beautiful people when lying down, and often taking pleasure in human life.

The Great Banquet Dynasty gained stability under the iron wrist of the young prince who was twenty and two years old.

Those refugees soon discovered that the capital was not a good place, and that His Royal Highness the Prince, whom they usually respected and feared, was really as cruel and murderous as the rumors, and did not have the slightest benevolence to save the people from fire and water.

Huge fear filled their chests, but they could only keep silent, for fear that they would be like the noisy fifth master of the Gu family, just because they called their cousin, they were killed by the guards beside Yan Junyu.

When the blood-stained head rolled to his feet, he couldn't hold back anymore, and knelt on the ground and cried: "His Royal Highness the Prince, spare your life!" "

The leader of the refugees was also frightened, and trembled like chaff, and in a moment the ground was wet with a large chunk.

Cheng Qi raised his hand slightly, the blade of the sword pierced his throat, and he didn't even have a hurry to answer some excuses for the sentence "I heard that the son of the heavenly family fell into your hands, and it was only cooked in the pot", so he swallowed his breath on the spot.

A massacre began for no reason in Wei Shi's opinion, the forbidden army forced the refugees to shrink into small circles, poured fire oil on them, and selected dozens of young and strong men to lead them, cut off their heads, threw their bodies back into the refugee pile, and threw dozens or hundreds of fire rods.

The flame is like the tongue of a demon devouring the lives of these poor people, and purgatory on earth is nothing more than that.

In this massacre, Yan Junyu never said a word from beginning to end, but he played the role of a powerful ghost who killed and seduced the soul, and Wei Rui's fire never shone even the slightest bit of unbearable and ashamed on his face, and the mournful wail did not arouse the slightest pity for that cold heart.

Wei Shi watched with his own eyes as the fireworks of human sacrifice burned until the red sun was about to rise, and it could be extinguished.

The murderer has the power to do so, but he can only pray for these poor people, and only wish to have a good world in the next life.

Who would have thought that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who was once only fifteen years old, put on armor and went into battle to fight on the battlefield, retreating from the enemy for thousands of miles to protect the safety and well-being of the country, would now aim his sword at the subjects for whom he had fought so hard.

Wei Zhi didn't want to think about it, he just stepped forward to see if there was any life.

When the fire burned, the young men who still had the strength to do so did not hesitate to push out the women, children, old and weak who followed them, and now the entire mountain of corpses was helpless women, young children, and even old men.

The wide-eyed eyes showed the horror before death, and Wei Zhi sighed lightly, not wanting to stay longer.

Just as he turned around to leave, a faint cry for help came, and he immediately turned around and rummaged around for the survivors of this massacre.

Curled up in the arms of the charred corpse, it was his mother who protected him with her own life, and when he dug it out, Wei Zhi recognized that this was the boy he had seen for the first time.

Holding his corpse should have been his timid and effeminate mother.

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Beijing, Red Sleeve Fang.

"Silk and bamboo orchestras, beautiful singing and dancing, plump hips and waist... This is the prostitution that is said in the red silk? Jiang Xi was led by Qihe, but her eyes were staring at the hot stamping plaque of the Red Sleeve Workshop and muttered.

Hearing her obscenities, he hurriedly covered her hands and dragged the person away, and begged in a low voice: "My good young lady, let's go quickly, I'll take you to Wazi to watch the puppet show, and the acrobatics, but don't make trouble." "

Jiang Ji was pinched by Qianhe's waist and supported, a little uncomfortable, and blinked his eyes and said to Qianhe: "Okay!" All right! I'm obedient, Sister Qianhe, let me go. "

Seeing her make this promise, Qianhe put down Jiang Xi, and did not forget to hold her little hand and admonished: "But hold it tight, you are not allowed to leave the slave maid half a step today, if it is like the last market, the slave and maid will be killed by a head, and it will save the mother from bothering to kill her." Also, this time the slave maid took the young lady back, and she had to eat a board, my injury was not well yet, and the young lady remembered to order the eldest brother who was executed to be lighter..."

She babbled, Jiang Xi had already wandered out of the world, and a pair of peach blossom eyes looked around the street, full of curiosity.

Since she came to the capital, she was first in the forbidden area, and then in the light rain villa, and she had never visited this bustling city, and the roadside people on the street performed strange moves, which attracted bursts of applause.

Jiang Ji relied on her dexterous posture and led the lotus to get into the cracks of the people, only to see Lu Qiren holding a person with gray curls and gray eyes with iron chains?

He is more of a dog than a human, on all fours, with an iron chain around his neck, and is urged by the Luqi people to play some tricks of jumping the ring of fire, and once he succeeds in jumping the ring of fire, someone beats the gong and drum to ask the viewer for money.

The people around him had obviously never seen a person with such a face, with deep facial features, narrow eyes, cold and arrogant gray eyes, and an indescribable nobility and coldness that was unapproachable to people inside and out.

The viewer did not want to delve into this nobility that came out of nowhere, and only when he called him a dog man, he turned to a werewolf.

Jiang Xi looked at the big dog curiously, and said to Qianhe: "Sister Qianhe, do you remember the northland where we stayed when we were children, there were many such deep-contoured faces, but I have never seen these gray eyes. "

Qianhe was far less dexterous than Jiang Xi, and was blocked behind, holding Jiang Xi desperately for fear of losing his hand and being scattered by others, of course he failed to see the werewolf, and only said: "Miss is it optimistic?" Look at it and come out quickly, the slave and maid are about to be squeezed into pancakes. "

Jiang Xi hadn't heard it yet, just staring at the big dog that the Luqi people beat with a whip, he was really good-looking, and the situation was pitiful, Jiang Xi couldn't help but feel pity.

Although he was scarred by whiplashes, he was still vigorous and agile, and he had a beauty of speed, strength and agility when jumping into the fire ring, which immediately attracted a round of applause.

Jiang Ji said to Lu Qi, who walked to her: "Uncle, can you sell me this big dog?" "

The smug Lu Qi people seemed to have heard something unbelievable, looked at the little girl in front of him, and asked uncertainly, "Little girl, what did you just say?" "

Jiang Xi was a little speechless, so she had to repeat angrily: "Can you sell me this big dog?" "

"W-what?" Lu Qiren bent down and asked again, he really couldn't believe that this little girl dared to say such a thing, not to mention whether she had any money, but this thing that came from the north as a beast, the little girl from ordinary people would faint with fright when she saw it, and she wanted to buy it back.

Jiang Xi's only patience ran out, took a deep breath, and said to Lu Qi who was behind his ear: "I said-can you sell me this big dog?" "

The little girl's voice is soft and sweet, even if she is angry, she can't get angry, she only feels cute and cute.

However, her anger obviously attracted the attention of everyone present, and they all looked at this beautiful girl curiously, and seeing that she was dressed extraordinarily, they all said to Na Lu Qi: "This little girl may be the pearl of Kyoto's nobles, you should take a long-term view, maybe you sell this, the werewolf has enough money to make you rich for several lifetimes..."

The words of ridicule were endless, seeing that the young lady and those gossiping passers-by had even negotiated the price, Qianhe had a little headache, so she squeezed to Jiang Si from behind, and whispered in her ear: "Miss, run away while there are many people, even if you sell the slave and maid, you can't afford it." "