Datang: Married Princess Changle at the beginning

"I surrender!"

That was the eighth and ninth assassins and two assassins.

After kneeling down, he never raised his head again.

In contrast to his surrender, the other three assassins prepared to flee.

"Escape, escape separately!"

They roared and fled in three directions in an instant.

The high-level assassins are all extremely powerful inside the Tingyu Tower.

Although it is said that there is no right to be under one person and above ten thousand people.

But it also needs wind and wind, and rain and rain.

To make them surrender is undoubtedly to let them die.

Who knows if there will be the same treatment after the surrender?

Taking advantage of the fact that the tenth assassin had no time to spare, he escaped as soon as he could.

As Yang Fei, he probably wouldn't have caught them with his own hands.

Therefore, none of them fled in the direction of Yang Fei.

"Want to escape?"

"Have you asked us?"

Li Xianzhi behind Yang Fei rushed out with a coquettish shout.

Similarly, Li Junxian and others also rushed out.

The remaining three were the fifth, sixth, and seventh assassins. Seeing that the masters who followed Yang Fei were all playing, they naturally didn't dare to stay, so they saluted Yang Fei and followed suit.

Seeing this scene, more than half of the middle-level assassins dropped their weapons and knelt down.

Less than a third of the middle-level assassins left wanted to escape.

This time, the Xiaowei army moved, declaring his strength to everyone.

This is a war without disparity.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the war was over.

There were hundreds of corpses lying in a pool of blood at the scene, all of them belonged to Tingyulou Assassin.

The owner of Tingyu Tower was subdued by Meng Fengling and knelt down in front of Yang Fei.

Similarly, the three escaped high-level assassins were all subdued and knelt down in front of Yang Fei.

"Everyone, take off your masks."

Yang Fei spoke softly.

His eyes were on the hosts of Tingyu Building.

None of the assassins present, including Meng Fengling, disobeyed and took off their masks.

As for the masks of the Tingyulou hosts, they were forcibly taken off.

The host of Tingyu Tower is an old man, a very ordinary old man.

Neither Yang Fei nor the others had seen this person before.

Similarly, Yang Fei didn't know those who took off their masks.

I thought it was from some big family, but it was obvious that I was thinking too much.

Yang Fei beckoned, and walked out from behind the Xiaowei army to the population record officer of the household department.

The Tang Dynasty had identity documents, but it was not like the identity documents of later generations.

The painter of the population recorder immediately came to file and check all their details.

Starting from him, all three generations must be checked.

If there is anyone whose identity cannot be checked, they will be immediately thrown to the Xiaowei Army and locked up first.

Yang Fei thought about subduing Tingyulou for his own use.

But he wasn't looking for a bunch of unidentified assassins.

It's an assassin organization that knows everything about it.

"Kill these few." Yang Fei said softly, pointing to the owner of Tingyulou.

These four people did not obey the surrender order and should not be spared their lives.

"Hanwang Highness, please forgive me, please forgive me."

"I can lead Tingyu Building for you, and I can be your dog."

The owner of Ting Yulou and the three high-level assassins repeatedly begged for mercy.

Seeing those who surrendered are verifying their identities, they knew that those who surrendered would not die.

So I regretted the resistance just now, thinking about begging for mercy, thinking about surviving.

"killed."

Yang Fei spoke again.

What he was thinking in his heart was to hand over Tingyu Tower to Meng Fengling.

If the owner of Tingyulou is spared, the two of them will definitely cause civil strife in Tingyulou.

This is not the situation that Yang Fei wants to see. He has something to arrange to listen to the assassin of Yulou soon.

I heard that the hosts of Yulou still wanted to beg for mercy.

But the butcher knife had already killed him, Meng Fengling cut off his head directly with a sword, the dead could not die again.

The remaining three did the same, beheading them on the spot.

"Li Junxian, go back to the palace and explain the situation to His Majesty."

Yang Fei saw that everything was about to settle down, so he prepared to arrange the funeral.

"Yes!"

Li Junxian left,

His participation in this matter meant that Li Er was also paying attention to this matter.

It is impossible to hide the matter of Yulou from Li Er, and Yang Fei never thought of hiding it from him.

"Han Yuanqing, those who pass the status will be left to Meng Fengling for disposal, and those who are not will be taken back to the barracks."

Yang Fei continued to order.

"Yes!"

Han Yuanqing said yes.

Urge the Vital Records Officer to get down to business.

"Meng Fengling, you come with me."

Yang Fei left the scene and walked a long way.

After finding a dilapidated temple in Daohua Village, I walked in.

Meng Fengling was very curious, but still followed Yang Fei all the way here.

"Meng Fengling, the divorce letter between Goguryeo and Dongying has been sent, and I, Datang, will soon be involved."

"The king will need to use most of the assassins in Tingyulou. Your duty is to train an assassination organization that obeys orders as soon as possible."

Yang Fei didn't have any nonsense, and spoke directly.

Meng Fengling was stunned when she heard this, and looked at Yang Fei in horror.

She never expected that Yang Fei would tell her important national affairs, and it was such a secret information.

Is this to regard himself as his confidant?

Doesn't it mean that in the future, I can only follow Yang Fei to do things and cannot leave?

"Yes!"

Meng Fengling was shocked, and finally said yes.

Yang Fei nodded in satisfaction, and was about to explain some detailed plans.

But at this moment, the expressions of the two became serious, and then hid in a secret place with a whoosh.

Through the cracks, Yang Fei found that a person he never expected to appear here walked into the door.

Murong Yujia, the princess of Tuyuhun, unexpectedly appeared outside Chang'an City late at night? !

Chapter 360 A Tuyuhun person who can't speak Tuyuhun dialect?

The temple is very dilapidated.

But there is still a Buddha statue here.

After Murong Yuga came in, he respectfully bowed to the Buddha statue.

Yang Fei and Meng Fengling were sitting behind the Buddha statue, looking at Murong Yujia through the slit.

Murong Yujia's attitude is very pious, like a devout Buddhist.

The early Tuyuhun people believed in Shamanism, and later Buddhism was introduced into Tuyuhun.

Since then, the people of Tuyuhun have gradually changed from believing in Shamanism to believing in Buddhism.

Yang Fei also knew about this.

When the Tuyuhun mission begged to surrender to the Tang Dynasty.

Yang Fei asked Lu Zhaozhao to collect information about Tuyuhun.

I also got a lot of information from Li's second hand to learn about Tuyuhun.

This is a country around Datang.

According to Yang Fei's thinking, Tuyuhun must be annexed.

Moreover, in history, Tuyuhun was annexed by the Tang Dynasty more than ten years later.

Now, it's just because of my own time travel, and the time of occurrence has been brought forward.

After Murong Yujia respectfully saluted, she stood aside and waited.

Not long after, another person entered the door of the dilapidated temple.

This is a young boy of twelve or thirteen years old wearing silk.

In the Tang Dynasty, most of the people who wore silk were merchants and families with a little money.

After the young man saw Murong Yujia, he immediately showed a look of astonishment, and then his face turned red.

"You, are you the third... third princess?" The young man said with a blushing face.

The third princess, namely Murong Yujia, was ranked in the royal family of Tuyuhun.

"Where's old man Ma?" Murong Yujia frowned and said in a deep voice.

While speaking, she slowly put her hands back behind her.

This is a precursor to killing the opponent immediately if something is wrong.

"My grandpa couldn't come because of the cold, let me tell you, my name is Ma Xiaodao." The young man said shyly.

He lowered his head, not daring to look at Murong Yujia.

He had never seen a woman as beautiful as Murong Yujia.

So now I only feel my heart beating faster, and my head is full of the beautiful figure of Murong Yujia.

"Token, gesture."

Murong Yujia frowned.