After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

In the suburbs of Beijing, there is a branch courtyard of Honglu Temple.

This place was specially built to receive envoys from various countries who came from afar. In addition to allowing them to rest and recuperate, more importantly, officials were sent by the Ministry of Rites to teach them the etiquette and other court rules for paying respects to the emperor.

With the arrival of the Yuezhi princess and the Northern Rong prisoner convoy, the villa was bustling with activity.

The garden is full of Jiangnan style, with a new scene at every step and winding paths leading to secluded places.

Even in the cold winter, the scenery is different from the vast grassland and desert.

Princess Altay stood at the window, watching all this in a trance.

She was wearing the costume of a princess of the Yuezhi Kingdom. The headdress made of gold and jade was extremely gorgeous, which made her milky white skin look like jade and radiant with a lustrous luster.

Her seaweed-like black hair spread out behind her head, and her ice-blue eyes were like the bluest sky on the plateau, filled with lake water.

What an exotic beauty.

"Princess, please let me help you wash and dress. We have to go to the capital early tomorrow morning."

Muna, the maid from her tribe who had come to the capital with her, came in with a basin of hot water in her hand.

"Let me take another look outside."

The sound of Altay is as pleasant as the sound of gold and jade colliding.

Tonight was her last moment of freedom.

She was reluctant to sleep.

Muna knew what was on her mind and whispered, "Princess, don't think about General Yan."

It's okay to think about it on the grassland, even if you know that he has already married the princess, it's always okay to think about it.

But now, if I don’t calm down, my life might be in danger.

Altay said faintly: "Muna, you don't understand."

What she missed was not General Yan, but the freedom she was about to lose.

I heard that the capital of the Dajing Dynasty was very prosperous and the imperial palace was very beautiful.

However, as a princess who was presented as an offering, her role was no different from that of a hostage, and she was also responsible for requesting the emperor to send troops to recover the lost territory.

From then on, the word freedom had nothing to do with her anymore.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise.

Altay frowned, turned around and walked back to sit on the chair. Muna took off her hair accessories for her and wrung out a hot towel to clean her face.

After finishing washing up, there was a sound of powerful footsteps outside the door, and the crisp sound of the scabbard hitting the armor while walking.

The person's steps were steady and powerful, full of rhythm and melody.

Just by listening to the footsteps, it is not difficult to imagine how heroic the other person is.

Altay held the handle of the chair, leaned forward, and listened attentively.

After a moment, the footsteps stopped at the door.

"The Northern Rong captives attempted to escape and have been suppressed. I hope you can forgive me for disturbing the princess's rest!" Yan Changqing's voice came.

Altay breathed a sigh of relief: "You've worked hard, General."

"I will retire at the end!"

Listening to his footsteps gradually fading away, Altay seemed to have lost his soul. He placed his right hand on his chest and leaned weakly against the back of the chair.

In the dim candlelight, she was as beautiful as a heart-breaking painting.

Muna didn't dare to make a sound to disturb her, and stood quietly by her side.

On the gilded candlestick, the candle flame danced silently.

In the prison cell, one yard away from them, was another world.

The Honglu Temple had an exquisite courtyard specially used for receiving distinguished guests, and also a place for imprisoning prisoners.

After all, these captives were to be presented to the emperor and demonstrate the majesty of the court, so they were gathered here for a unified purge.

Wash off the bad smell, put on new prison uniforms, and treat the festering wounds to make them less ugly.

At the prisoner presentation ceremony, as long as they were alive and breathing, their mission was accomplished.

Yan Changqing held the scabbard, his eyes calm.

Want to escape from prison during the purge?

Those who can reach the capital alive are the strongest warriors of Beirong.

It also means that each of them has the blood of the people and soldiers of the Dajing Dynasty on their hands.

Defeat, capture, and a difficult journey lasting more than two months did not tame them.

This escape was quickly suppressed, and the captives who were forced to kneel on the ground still had wolf-like gleams in their eyes.

Donglin presented the roster and Yan Changqing took a look at it.

Excluding those who died on the road due to various reasons, there were more than sixty people kneeling here.

The scene was very quiet and no one begged for mercy.

Yan Changqing didn't say anything either. He drew the sword from Donglin's waist and slashed at the neck of the person kneeling closest to him.

To kill someone, it is more convenient to use a knife.

Blood splattered, splashing onto his battle robe and leaving a large stain on the ground.

Dong Lin's calm voice came: "Sixty-four."

The prisoner covered his hands with blood that kept flowing out of his neck, making a "ho ho ho" sound in his throat, and then fell down without a sound.

Panic finally appeared in the eyes of the kneeling prisoner.

Yan Changqing swung his sword again.

"sixty-three."

Wherever the long knife goes, it ruthlessly harvests lives.

The target chosen by Yan Changqing, no, he didn't make any choice at all, there was no reason, it was completely random.

"Fifty-eight."

Fear gradually spread among the prisoners.

"Fifty-seven."

They began to hide.

"Fifty-six."

They thought that the prisoner surrender ceremony was about to take place, so they took the risk.

Even if they fail to escape, the most they will receive is a beating, and they are not afraid of this punishment.

I never thought that someone would die.

Killing prisoners, how dare he kill prisoners?

Yan Changqing held a long knife in his hand, blood oozing from the tip of the knife. He patrolled among the group of captives like the god of death.

"Fifty-one."

Donglin's emotionless countdown sounded again.

This time, Yan Changqing had to give the prisoner another blow before he was completely killed.

"The blade is bent, change it."

Yan Changqing lifted the long sword into the air and threw it to Donglin.

Donglin caught it, pulled out a sword from the scabbard of the guard next to him, and threw it to Yan Changqing.

"Fifty, forty-nine, forty-eight..."

A strange smell gradually spread inside the room.

It wasn't just the smell of blood, death was imminent, and some people were incontinent.

The captives were completely frightened and begged for mercy one after another.

After two months on the road, they finally recalled the methods of Yan Changqing, the god of killing.

Yan Changqing remained unmoved.

His heart had long been tempered by blood and fire, becoming colder and harder than steel.

He didn't stop until Donglin counted to "39" and said, "That's it. Any less won't look good."

Throwing away the long knife with a bent blade, he took the cloth that Donglin handed over, wiped the blood off his hands, and ordered, "Wash them again, it's a waste of clothes."

Listening to his footsteps fading away, the prisoner who escaped from the knife edge fell to the ground, with only fear in his eyes and no other thoughts.

Unlike the life-and-death fight on the battlefield, dying without any resistance is a complete humiliation for them.

In the face of Yan Changqing's will, they were so weak that they were not worth mentioning.

A dozen servants from the Honglu Temple came in with basins of water, washed the blood on the ground, and poured it on the captives who dared to escape.

In the cold winter, the water is icy cold.

The prisoners trembled.

At least, they are still alive now.