"What kind of food?" The guarding soldier frowned, "None of us can eat until the third prince shows up."
"If you want to blame, just blame Lord Night and the Third Prince. If they hadn't caused civil strife, so many things wouldn't have happened."
"It's all the fault of Lord Night and the Third Prince that we starved to death and died of cold."
"Everyone, shout! Let Lord Night and the Third Prince bring us food, otherwise we will turn into ghosts and won't let them go."
"Third Prince, come out quickly! Your people are almost killed by you."
As soon as the soldier shouted, several of his soldiers followed him and shouted.
"Third Prince, come out quickly! Your people are almost killed by you."
The managing soldier looked at the injured soldier and frowned again.
"What's going on with you? Why don't you shout together?"
"We want food!" Several wounded soldiers shouted in unison.
"They say there will be a rebellion if there is no food, right?" the leading soldier shouted.
"Do you think you are the only ones suffering from hunger and cold? We have been hungry all day and night." Another soldier said coldly.
"We are all members of the Phoenix Clan. What does it matter if we sacrifice for the integrity and unity of the Feng Clan?"
"Hahaha..." Suddenly, a deep female voice echoed outside the city gate.
Everyone outside the city raised their eyes and turned back, looking at the high city wall.
It's just that what they saw was still the soldiers arranged neatly, and they didn't notice anything else strange.
"How ridiculous!" the woman's voice came again.
"How can you be so angry if you've all been cold and hungry all day?"
"Who are you?" The voice of the soldier outside the city wall was filled with fear.
"Witch, let the third prince come out quickly. Let him come out and see where he wants to put his people."
"When you, General Fengrui, made this move, didn't you just take advantage of the third prince's compassionate heart?" The woman's voice came from all directions.
Her words made the soldier leader unable to react at once.
Feng Jiuer didn't intend to waste too much time. Many people really couldn't hold on any longer.
"Swish, swish, swish..." Several voices were heard, and the coats of the top ten soldiers standing on the outermost edge were torn by sharp weapons almost at the same time.
In an instant, dried meat, steamed buns, steamed buns, and beans all fell from the holes in these people's coats.
Some people had porridge water dripping down their bodies.
"Is this your determination to live and die together with the people?" Feng Jiuer asked with harsh ventriloquism.
"Feng Rui said that Lord Ye and the third prince harmed the people. Did Feng Qiongcang tell you how he killed his father to seize the throne?"
"Feng Qiongcang killed his father and seized the throne for many years. Everyone can see how the Feng clan has developed."
"When Prince Ye returns this time, he really wants to benefit the people of the Phoenix Clan!"
Feng Jiu'er's voice fell, and Little Cherry's voice instantly sounded.
"The third prince knows that this is Fengrui's conspiracy. He knows that going out of the city to save the people this time is not a wise move, and he doesn't want to see the people suffer."
"Who is Mingjun? Everyone will wait and see!"
The closed city gate slowly opened, and the people who came out were not cold soldiers with weapons, but women dressed in simple clothes.
The women held baskets in their hands and carried the baskets in a hurry.
The same sunlight shines through the city gate, taking on different colors.
