The Mon people are still in the period of slavery, and the official system is very different from that of Daliang.

The imperial master of Daliang is more like a symbol of peace through singing and dancing.

The status of the Meng's national advisor is much higher than that of other ministers, and they are even close to the princes.

This is the case with this Mon national counselor. He holds considerable power. He can execute soldiers at will and recruit beautiful men and women along the way. Of course, it is not because he is lustful.

...but used for sacrifice.

Either dig out the skull, eyes, or peel off the skin.

A person as stunning and smart as Princess Xuan is simply the best "instrument" in his eyes.

These thoughts passed through Qian Zixu's mind quickly, and he saw the Mon national master coming on horseback, holding the horse's back with his legs, his body fell down, and the bone knife in his hand was polished to an extremely sharp edge.

Zhao Qian Zixu's Adam's apple rushed straight towards him.

How could Qian Zixu have the time to think about what is there and what is not?

He was so frightened that he rolled on the spot and avoided the bone knife.

Isn't it made of human bones?

Qian Zixu felt a chill in his heart.

Before he could take a breath, the voice of the Meng national master rang out again: "This man is a bit slippery... How about I use his skull to make a bowl and give it to General Yao?"

General Yao shook his head and sneered: "I'm not good at this."

The Meng national master nodded: "Well, judging from this man's ugly appearance, his skull must not be clean enough. Even if he is dedicated to Xianruopu, he will still be despised."

The so-called Xian Ruopu is the highest god in the Mon people's belief.

Qian Zixu had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat.

You want to dig up my fucking bones, but you think my bones are not pretty enough, right?

Seeing the two men brandishing their swords at the same time and running towards him again, with the intention of hunting him down, Qian Zixu couldn't bear it any longer and shouted in a hissing voice: "If you kill me, don't be afraid that Jiang Sima will look for you."

Is it troublesome?"

The Meng national master looked up to the sky and laughed: "He? Looking for trouble with us?"

Qian Zixu's heart sank. Well, it is certain that although Sima Jiangnan is in power in Yizhou now, he is not a big figure in front of the Meng people. The Meng people may have more control over Yizhou than they imagined.

Go deeper...

Thinking about it again, people like the National Preceptor have come to the battlefield, which shows that the Mon royal family is determined to win!

I'm afraid something big is going to happen...

"I recognize you, you are Lin Gu, the Mongolian National Preceptor... Don't you think carefully about why I ran thousands of miles to look for Sima Yizhou at such a time?" Qian Zixu followed closely and shouted again.

road.

The Mon national master said: "I'm not curious."

He rode forward, and the bone knife was already close to Qian Zixu's eye socket, but Yao Minghui grabbed him.

"Wait a minute." Yao Minghui looked at Qian Zixu, "What are you doing here?"

"You have internal contacts in Yizhou, and you have captured several cities quietly. But do you know that the Holy Emperor has assigned Yizhou to King Xuan as a fiefdom?"

"So what?" Yao Minghui said coldly, "A few days ago we arrested the subordinates of Prince Xuan's Mansion. That's all."

"King Xuan will arrive soon..."

"But I heard that he stayed in Xingzhou."

"I am from Xingzhou!"

"oh?"

"What troops did King Xuan bring? How many troops did he bring? What are the habits of his lieutenants in fighting?... Don't you want to know all these things?" Qian Zixu lowered his voice with a hint of confusion.

He said, paused, and then asked the Meng National Preceptor: "The Imperial Preceptor must have heard of King Xuan, right?"

The Meng National Preceptor narrowed his eyes: "I've heard... people say how brave and heroic he is. But in my opinion, it's just that his former opponents were too useless."

"No, no, I'm not saying that... I'm saying that in fact, His Highness Prince Xuan is so handsome that it would be better to dig out his skull."

However, the Meng national master shook his head and said: "How can you dedicate a person to a virtuous person?"

However, he finally relaxed his tone and looked Qian Zixu up and down: "Catch him."

Several Meng people came forward with a sullen face, tied up Qian Zixu without saying a word, lifted him up and entered the city gate.

Yao Minghui suddenly said: "You call yourself Yun Yizi? But I remembered that there was such a person... who once saved the emperor and the queen mother."

"Yes. But I hate them very much..."

"How do you say this?"

"I am actually Prince Zhang's old friend..." The rest of the words are self-evident.

Yao Minghui's expression changed: "Really? No wonder you look familiar to me."

He looked at Qian Zixu with eyes that were still wary, but there was a little more intimacy in his wariness.

"Since General Yao spared my life, I will repay him... write a letter to lure King Xuan here and kill him. I think Emperor Liang De will be extremely sad when he finds out."

Yao Minghui did not refuse, only said: "I'll watch you write."

Xingzhou.

Na Dongge Jijiu, who had fainted the day before, slowly woke up.

He...isn't dead?

When he sat up on the bed, he turned his eyes and saw Wan Shirong and others beside him. The faces looked so familiar.

He immediately covered his face and started crying: "I met you all under the underworld, but none of you fell down..."

The person next to him twitched his lips: "Take a closer look at the sacrificial wine. How do we look like we are dead?"

The cry of Dongge offering wine stopped, he raised his head and looked carefully, and then said ecstatically: "Your Highness spared us? Then it must be Wan Fu who turned the tide, right?"

Wan Shirong's face was as pale as a dish and he said nothing.

The person next to him suddenly paused and muttered: "It's the princess who is generous."

"What?" Dongge Jijiu almost thought he heard wrongly.

But others also followed: "Yes, now that I think about it carefully, the princess' previous accountability was actually to save our lives."

"Exactly."

Dongge Jijiu was dumbfounded.

He just slept and woke up, why did his former colleagues all transform into the exact same shape as this Xingzhou official?

Xue Qingyin was also asking the bodyguard at this moment: "Is the person awake?"

The guard responded: "Yes."

"That's good."

"How's Little Wolf doing?"

"I can eat and sleep, so I'm fine."

Xue Qingyin pursed her lips and smiled, but quickly restrained herself. She watched King Xuan walk in from the door and asked in a low voice: "The news about Qian Zixu hasn't come back yet?"

King Xuan said: "No."

Xue Qingyin unconsciously picked at the edge of the table and frowned: "Two possibilities. The first is that he has already betrayed He Songning. It would not be unusual to betray us again, but I still believe in the charm of Prince Zhang. He

The people under his command should all be loyal to him; the second type is..."

"The situation in Yizhou has reached an extremely serious stage." King Xuan answered.

Xue Qingyin nodded solemnly: "Qian Zixu may have been detained before he could find anyone he had any friendship with."

King Xuan quickly deduced: "They have already guarded the city gate."

Only then did Xue Qingyin reveal her worries: "It is easy to defend the city but difficult to attack it, not to mention the mountain road as a barrier. It will not be easy for us to enter Yizhou."

"we".

King Xuan whispered: "It's okay." He raised his hand to straighten Xue Qingyin's collar.

At this time, someone came rushing all the way: "Your Highness, there is an urgent message from Yizhou!"

King Xuan's hand was still on Xue Qingyin's neck, and he said without looking back: "Nian."

Fang Chengzhong took the letter, opened it, opened his mouth, and then closed it again.

He swallowed, turned the letter over, and muttered: "Is this Gan Zixu crazy?"

Xue Qingyin couldn't help but wonder: "What? What did you write? Can you still send a message? Is he okay?"

Fang Chengzhong struggled to read out loud: "...Your wife is very beautiful, please offer her to her quickly." "I didn't say this!... Hey, it wasn't Qian Zixu either? The signature was, Lin Gu.

Who is Lin Gu?"
To be continued...