"All, all dead?"

The news of the slaughter of the people of the city spread very quickly, and it had already reached the city of Bozhou early the next morning.

Today's defender of the city is Wang Shizhong, he just learned the news, as if he had lost his soul, he had to fall three heels in one step, if it wasn't for the support of his own soldiers, just relying on himself, I'm afraid he would have to climb in front of Li Qiong.

This Bozhou city is still as lively as on weekdays, which is not only because the soldiers and generals of Bozhou will protect this place well, so that the smell of blood is far away from everyone, but also because at this time today, the parents of Bozhou, Marshal Li Qiongli did not feel panicked at all, not only did not panic, but even had leisure and leisure, to visit the school in Bozhou.

The backbone of the main heart is like this, and others are not in a hurry, the sound of reading comes from the school in a low voice, and after a while, you can still hear bursts of laughter, and the atmosphere here is harmonious, as if everyone does not know that Bozhou is already under the city.

Naturally, Li Qiong knew, otherwise, he would not have directly abandoned the city father and returned to this Bozhou city.

When Wang Shizhong stumbled into the gate of the school, he saw Marshal Li standing in the courtyard at a glance, he was still dressed in a white robe...... A martial artist shouldn't like white, because it is not tolerant of dirt, and if it is stained with blood, it will not be so easy to wash white.

But this person has always been different from others, everyone can't understand that he has changed from a student to a martial artist, and from a righteous man who followed Grandpa Zong to a traitor, as if they can't understand why a traitor looks so gentle, even polite.

A traitor, of course, must look like a traitor, but only from the surface, Li Qiong is indeed not like it.

He turned around, looked at Wang Shizhong, who was a little frightened and a little sad, made a silent gesture towards him, signaling not to disturb the students' studies, and then took him out of the school gate and asked softly:

"Why are you so flustered?"

Wang Shizhong stammered a little: "The city father is lost." ”

Li Qiong laughed out loud and gently patted the dirt on Wang Shizhong's body:

"There are no defenders in the first place, an empty city, it is difficult to block a million troops."

The army of one million was said by Liu Bang himself, anyway, he dared to shout 500,000 of 30,000 people, and more than 100,000 people did not say that it was an army of 10 million, which was already his humility.

Wang Shizhong wiped his sweat: "It's not that there are no defenders...... The two daughters on the side of the city father, more than 100 families......"

Before he finished speaking, Li Qiong suddenly changed her appearance:

"Didn't you say that you should move the people into the city? Didn't you say that no one was allowed to participate in the war? ”

"How did you do it?!"

He asked three questions in a row, and the deputy general who had followed him for many years was extremely flustered, and immediately knelt down:

"Marshal...... It's not that the last general is slacking off, it's just that the villagers of the two women's piles don't want to come! ”

"They said that Ernüdui was still ten miles away from the city father, and when the army of the Southern Dynasty came, they would just hide in the mountains...... This was originally the season for rice planting, and everyone was unwilling, so the last general didn't think clearly for a while, so he agreed to them. ”

But he didn't want to, but he didn't want them to go and guard the city father...... Marshal, the last general will admit punishment, but those villagers were all slaughtered, none of them lived, Zhao Guan's family came to collect debts from us, it was here to collect debts, marshal! ”

He was already crying when he spoke, the matter has come to this, people can't be resurrected after death, even if he cuts Wang Shizhong, he can't get back the lives of those people.

It's just that they thought that these people were so loyal, that they had only reduced their taxes and sent their children to the city to study, and they repaid with their lives.

After a pause, he asked:

"Zhao Guanjia...... Did you really kill them all? ”

Wang Shizhong didn't dare to conceal it: "The scouts came early in the morning to report, saying that they were all dead, and the corpses were placed outside the camp of the Song army's forwards, this, this is clearly a demonstration!" ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, Wang Shizhong clearly saw a trace of ...... in Li Qiong's eyes Surprise, surprise, but there is clearly excitement, even joy.

When he blinked and looked up again, he could only see endless grief.

He only said that he was dazzled, and it was his own people who died, where would the marshal be happy.

Li Qiong's sigh can be regarded as confirming Wang Shizhong's thoughts, he looked at the distance, the shops on the street to buy food gave birth to bursts of white gas, the people who came and went held their heads high, and above his head, at the beam of the gate of Bozhou College, there happened to be swallows making nests.

"Spring is coming."

Li Qiong muttered to herself, "Spring has finally come." ”

Seeing that he began to make the mistake of being a scholar again, Wang Shizhong gritted his teeth and said:

"Marshal, the Southern Dynasty is not as usual this time, it is for the purpose of liquidating us, if Bozhou City is broken, the people of this city will definitely end up with those innocent people!"

"The last general is brave, please don't slack off, and be a 120,000-point spirit to strengthen the city defense!"

"And the fourth prince's side...... The marshal had better send someone to ask for help in time, the opposite side is known as a million army, even if there are no millions, there will be 100,000 after all, and the marshal must not be able to support the big one, let alone ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Li Qiong:

"Innocent?"

Wang Shizhong didn't know what was wrong with these two words, so he repeated suspiciously:

"Innocent?"

Supporting his shoulders with both hands, Li Qiong helped Wang Shizhong up:

"Do not let the people of the city know about this matter, lest they disturb the people's hearts and cause some other superfluous incidents."

"Let the brothers cheer up, how hard it is these days, don't give them a loophole."

"Those people who took it before, let's ask clearly, Bozhou is like an iron bucket, where can anyone get in, maybe the Zhao Guanjia hasn't been able to contact them, if there is really no evidence, let's put it back first."

The people that Li Qiong said were the people brought by Yu Yunwen and the big families in Suzhou City who were going to come to contact, Wang Shizhong knew that he couldn't rush at this time, and just wanted to say something else, but the door of the academy was 'creaked' and was opened from the inside.

The two looked at each other, and Li Qiong had a smile on her face:

"Three gentlemen have worked hard."

It was none other than Liu Zhan, Xin Zan and Yu Yunwen, who arched their hands towards Li Qiong:

"The marshal can still come to this academy to have a look when he is busy, he is really concerned about these students, and it is really a blessing for them."

Liu Zhan first praised it, and then quickly, he put forward his own request.

One, a request that has been discussed for a long time.

"The land of outstanding people in Bozhou is the ancient capital of the old dynasty, and what has never been lacking is a heritage."

"Today, I taught the kung fu of composing poems and lyrics, and Lao Dao suddenly remembered that this place is also where Li Gongchui's ancestral home is, and it is rumored that he had a close relationship with Yuan Weizhi and Bai Letian, and there are twenty Yuefu poems, but unfortunately they have been lost."

"So Lao Dao wanted to ask the marshal for convenience, and allowed Lao Dao to take the students to Li Gongchui's ancestral house to see if he could find some clues, not only to gain some knowledge, but also not to fall into the stories of his predecessors."

Li Gongchui is Li Shen, the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, the person who wrote "Compassion for Nong", not only from Bozhou, but also an observer of Bozhou.

His ancestral house happened to be in the Li Garden, which was seven or eight miles outside the city gate.

Li Qiong looked interested, staring at the three people in front of her, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

(End of chapter)