Falling Blossoms and Storms Ancient Poetry[Transmigration Book]

"It is rumored that the son of King Rong of the Kingdom of Jin is a romantic figure. Looking at it now, this statement is indeed true. It is just a murderer, and the little prince can play so many tricks. Admiration, admiration!"

Regardless of whether this was a compliment or not, Wanyan Chuo was very happy when he heard it, and couldn't help standing up, and said with a light smile: "The general speaks quickly, and I think he is also a bold person. Coincidentally, this son has a straight temper, and the most annoying thing is Mother-in-law, since the general took the initiative to stand up, why don't you help Wo Kuotai Khan choose a brand."

Wanyan Chuo handed over the initiative, but he didn't know if the other party would dare to take it.

"Why are you afraid of death? I would also like to thank the little prince for fulfilling the task, bring it!"

He did not change his face, and went to death calmly. Even if he stood in the opposing position of Mongolia and Jin, the other party was a hero, admirable, and worthy of respect. Ta Yun looked back at the elder son, and saw that the elder son had no objection. Only then did he hold the tray and slowly walked down the high platform.

The soldiers of the Zhongxiao Army who were standing by were ordered to come up to the mountain and help the Mongolian general untie his body. All around, inside and outside, there were heavily armed soldiers of the Zhongxiao Army, not afraid of the opponent's tricks.

"Please."

The Mongolian general pinched his wrists, laughed three times, reached out and randomly picked up a small wooden sign from the tray, without looking at it, threw it directly into Tayun's arms, and said in a loud voice: "If you want to kill or cut, listen to your honor." Easy!"

Ta Hu accurately caught the small wooden sign that was thrown back, turned it over and looked, couldn't help being amused, shook his head and said with a smile: "The general is really lucky, you can get what you ask for."

"What? I thought the little prince had some great tricks? I didn't expect to play around, it's still the same old way, nothing new."

The dead duck's mouth is stubborn, it seems that he will not shed tears when he sees the coffin, Ta Hu snorted coldly, and said mockingly: "The general can only take this opportunity to show off his tongue, and later, I promise to make you talk all the time." If you can’t say it, you can’t live, you can’t die.”

"Wait and see."

On the other side, Wan Yannuo, who learned the result of the card draw, has already started to make arrangements in an orderly manner, ordering his soldiers to build a fire and carry it up. He took a large stone pot and began to heat the fire while pouring water into it.

"Would you like to enter the urn?" Little trick!The Mongolian general smiled contemptuously, and was about to take the initiative to step into the stone pot when Wan Yanchuo suddenly spoke and yelled.

"Wait a minute!"

"What else do you want, my lord?"

"I don't need you!" Such an interesting person can't just die like this, Wanyan Chuo cheerfully made a decision, and planned to save him for the last one. "Change someone else!"

Wan Yannuo responded, although he didn't understand the intention of the son of the world, he obediently obeyed, nodded to the soldiers of the Zhongxiao Army who were standing by, and immediately walked out of two tall and strong men, from the remaining two One of the Mongolian generals was dragged out, and that man was so frightened that his feet went limp, his nose was full of tears, he looked at Wanyan Chuo on the high platform, and begged bitterly: "My lord, please spare me! Please, my lord!" Forgive me!"

It would be embarrassing for a dignified seven-foot man to cry like this, but Wo Kuotai Khan couldn't be harsh at this time, because no matter who fell into such a situation, I'm afraid he couldn't face it calmly.

Wo Kuotai Khan couldn't bear to listen carefully, and closed his eyes in pain, but the screams of begging for mercy still reached his ears one after another, pervasive.

Wanyan Chuo was still indifferent, and said with a light smile: "Those who are able will work harder, while the water is being boiled, the general might as well draw another wooden token and see what it will be this time, can you make the general open?" For vision, it depends on the general's own luck."

"Are these cards drawn for myself?" Wanyan Chuo was really scared, before drawing cards, he had to ask clearly, otherwise he would feel uneasy.

"Who knows?" Wan Yanchuo smiled innocently and shrugged his shoulders innocently. From the look on his face, he was enjoying the fun of playing with people's hearts. Wo Kuotai Khan was completely desperate.

So, to smoke or not to smoke?

"Don't give up, let's do it! No matter what the result is, I don't blame you!" Perhaps because he knew that the son of King Rong would not let them go easily, the remaining Mongolian general no longer struggled to death, so as not to let the enemy die in vain. Look at the joke.

Hearing what my comrade said, he could not lose his heart, gritted his teeth and said: "Good brother, you two are together, today you are destined to die together, and you can be regarded as a companion on the road to Huangquan."

While speaking, he took out a wooden sign from the tray held by Taqun, but it was not difficult to see from his trembling fingertips that at this time he was definitely not as calm and composed as he appeared on the surface.

Taqi leaned over to take a look, and said two words: "Peeling."

Without losing a word, the small wooden sign in his hand fell back into the tray, he raised his head suddenly, looked at Wanyan Chuo on the high platform, and cried out with a little pleading: "Little prince, one person does things and one person is responsible. If you don’t want to lose the cards you draw, let me take it myself.”

Wanyan Chuo shook his head impersonally.

Seeing this, Wan Yannuo understood Shi Ziye's intentions, and directly called a few soldiers from the Zhongxiao Army to dig a hole on the spot. I was sweating profusely. Fortunately, I had experience in digging the Red River ditch before, and it didn't take long to dig out a pit that could only accommodate one person.

"Master..." Wanyan Nuo looked up, waiting for the order from Master Shi.

Wan Yanchuo's expression didn't change, he waved his hand casually, Wanyan Nuo understood, stepped forward and untied the Mongolian general himself, and before the other party could react, he ordered the soldiers of the Zhongxiao Army to strip him naked, □ pushed into the pit, and then began to fill the pit with soil.

Ci Bushi was dumbfounded and didn't realize it for a long time. What's the situation? Didn't he mean skinning?Why was it temporarily changed to be buried alive again?wrong!This pit is too shallow, it is not buried alive at all!

I have to say that Ci Bushi's intuition and observation skills are second to none. After filling the soil, there is only one head of the Mongolian general left on the ground. It looks a little funny from a distance, but Ci Bu Shi He couldn't laugh, just like Wo Kuotai Khan, he felt deep fear.

"Keep your eyes open and watch, the real execution begins now!"

Holding a gleaming dagger, Wan Yannuo squatted down and shaved off the Mongolian general's hair by himself, then drew a horizontal line and a vertical line on the top of his head, crossing each other to form a neat cross.

The Mongolian general's face was covered with blood, he gritted his teeth and held on, but he didn't make a sound halfway.

After Wan Yan Nuo finished making the sign of the cross, he stood up and stepped aside. The soldiers of the Zhongxiao Army who were on standby hurried forward, gently opened the wound on the top of his head, and began to pour a silver-white liquid into it.

Ci subconsciously exclaimed, her voice was a little higher: "What is that?"

Ta Hu didn't turn his head to look at his words, but still stared intently at the situation on Wanyan Nuo's side, but said two words coldly: "Mercury."

Ci Bushi was puzzled, and before he could figure out the situation, his colleagues buried in the ground began to scream loudly, their voices full of pain and despair.

In the blink of an eye, a fiery red blood man burst out of the ground, stumbled towards the direction of Ci Bushi, Ci Bushi was stunned, and did not respond for a long time.

It turned out that this was the so-called skinning. The skin that was peeled off alive was supposed to be buried deep in the ground forever, and I don't know when it will be seen again.

The bloody man fell down before reaching Ci Bushi's side, and with his last breath, he crawled up in front of Ci Bushi, stretched out his bloody right hand, and grabbed Ci Bushi's trousers, Speech intermittently, said: "Kill...kill! Kill me! Hurry...do it!"

Unable to bear to see his colleagues continue to suffer, Ci Busha's eyes were red, and he stomped down on that blood-red round head. In an instant, blood spattered, and Ci Busha's armor was stained red.

"Little Prince, what a trick!" When she raised her head again, Wanyan Chuo could clearly see that the eyes that could not bear to be disappointed were full of undisguised murderous intent. "When it comes to manipulating people's hearts, the little prince is really a master. However, we Mongolian warriors will never give in. I will not lose one person if I die today. It is insignificant. There are thousands of Mongolian warriors on the northern Mongolian grasslands. I am ready to wait for my troops to go south and aspire to the Central Plains."

Wanyan Chuo didn't back down, and stared at Ci Bushi face to face.

"Hahaha..." After a while, Wanyan Chuo suddenly burst out laughing, mockingly said: "If you don't lose the general, you are not afraid of death, it doesn't mean that other Mongols are not afraid of death. If you don't believe me, let's verify it now. "

As soon as Wan Yanchuo finished speaking, Wan Yannuo had already ordered the soldiers of the Zhongxiao Army to boil the water, and was about to start the execution. This time, it was the wooden card that was drawn for the first time, and freshened up.

Ci Bushi felt that he was already mentally prepared, no matter what he saw later, he would not make a fuss, but he obviously underestimated Wanyan Chuo's ability, and when the four soldiers of the Zhongxiao Army joined forces, they dragged him up He stretched out the iron bed, untied the shackles of the wailing Mongolian general, stripped him naked, tied his limbs wide open, and poured boiling water over and over again until his body The skin and flesh were burnt pink and white smoke was coming out, and then I put on the iron brush, and began to groom from head to toe.

The shrill screams were endless, interspersed with constant crying and begging for mercy, until finally it turned into a pile of white bones that had been stripped of all flesh and blood.

Ci Bushi lowered his head, couldn't see his expression clearly, and his voice was full of exhaustion after accepting his fate: "Little prince, let's have a good time!"