After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

Fengyang City

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it." Manda stood on the towering tower, looked at the Guangling King who was tied beside him, and said mockingly: "General Dingyuan won the three armies bravely, he is the generation of dragons and tigers, but the descendants are a A real coward."

King Guangling looked calm, ignored his deliberate provocation, and stared straight ahead, like two beams of sharp sword light.

"We have fought with you many times, so we are old friends." Manda deliberately emphasized the words "old friend", and smiled sinisterly: "I wanted to treat General Dingyuan with courtesy, but Guangling The prince doesn't give face, so we can only feel sorry for you."

King Guangling's expression was cold, and his sharp eyes showed no fear, "If you want to kill or cut, go ahead. If this general is afraid of you, you don't need to kill me. I will raise my head and plead guilty to my ancestors."

"Okay!" Manda clapped his hands and laughed, "General Dingyuan is really proud, he would rather break than surrender, this junior admires him!"

"But don't worry, I won't kill you. After all, our original intention is to capture Guangling Shizi alive."

A firm coldness flashed in King Guangling's eyes, and he closed his lips resolutely. Manda sensed the strangeness, and hurriedly punched King Guangling hard in the face.

His strike was extremely heavy, and at the same time as the fist fell, King Guangling even clearly heard the sound of the nasal bone breaking, and his facial features seemed to be distorted accordingly.

Manda withdrew his blood-stained hand, glanced at the Xiongnu next to him, "Gag him and throw him down."

"I'd like to see if my father is hanging on the tower, Guangling Shizi can still sit."

King Guangling hung himself on the tower all morning, but Chu Yan still didn't show up.

Hada slowly withdrew his gaze, put his hands on his waist, and looked proudly at the people who were tied up and kneeling on the ground in front of them, speaking a strange Central Plains dialect, and said triumphantly: "Hey! ! Idiots, do you want to live?"

The kneeling people were panicked, raised their heads and looked at each other, unable to guess the meaning of his words, one of them, a thin and thin man with a sharp and smooth face, hesitated to say, "I want... the villain wants... I beg you, my lord, please forgive me." Let the little one die."

As he spoke, a few sporadic people also echoed, but most of them kept silent tacitly because they were afraid that Hada's words might be deceitful.

Hada's dangerous eyes scanned a circle of people who were trembling with fear, and finally settled on the thin man who spoke first. After a moment of silence, he suddenly picked up a gravel the size of half a fist at his feet, and casually Throw it in front of the man.

"Pick it up." Hada said.

Upon receiving his sharp gaze, the man over there immediately sweated profusely, knelt and walked forward a few steps with a pale face, picking up the stones on the ground with trembling hands.

"Stand still." Hada said again.

The man got up anxiously from the ground, his legs flicked as if he was about to fall to his knees again.

Seeing his timid and fearful appearance, Hardan suddenly became disgusted and said impatiently, "Come here!"

The man's shoulders trembled in fright, he shrank his neck and walked up to Hada hesitantly.

Hada, who had been waiting impatiently, yanked at the hem of his shirt, and the man who was being led staggered and almost fell face-to-face.

After finally standing still, Hada pointed at the figure hanging on the city wall and threatened, "Throw it over."

"Throw it correctly, I will save your life, if you miss it by a point, I will take your head."

Hearing this, the man's hands trembled, and the stone he was holding nearly rolled to the ground.

His whole body trembled like a violently shaking winnowing sieve, and the cold sweat in his palms soaked the uneven gravel.

General Dingyuan went to the battlefield with his father at the age of 16 and guarded the frontier for 30 years. Fengyang City, which is the closest to the Huns, was taken back from the Huns by General Dingyuan himself.

The people in the city lived through the dark and hellish years, and they also witnessed the heroic figure of this general who took the lead and drove the Xiongnu out of Daqing like a broken bamboo.

That day, the soles of the feet were filled with foul-smelling blood, swords and swords flashed in front of my eyes, and what I was thinking in my heart was to reappear the dawn.Fortunately, the general did not disappoint them in the end.

There were 92 common people in the city, and more than 92 people died, leaving [-] common people.

Thousands of heroic spirits cast splendid rivers and mountains, and iron bones build a country that is safe and sound.

Seeing that he hadn't moved, Hada frowned and said, "If you don't come, someone else will come!"

Hearing this, the man became agitated instantly, and hurriedly said: "No, no, no! My lord, I will come!"

He regained his firm look, cast aside his conscience, was weak, hesitant, and threw it all out.

The stone drew an arched arc in the air, with light but precise force, bearing the eyes of everyone, and finally landed on the disheveled, disheveled, but unusually tall 'hero'.

King Guangling was a little collapsed from being hanged, his arms were sore and numb, he felt as if he had been hit by something, he couldn't help lowering his gaze, and the stones that fell on the ground rolled into the ditch next to him.

Seeing that the throw was hit, Hada laughed heartily and patted the man on the shoulder, "You go."

The man nodded in dismay, struggling to look at the figure on the city tower, and finally, the desire to survive overcame his reason, and he rushed out of Fengyang city quickly.

Seeing that he was let go, the hearts of the people who were watching were a little shaken.

The second to stand up was a woman holding a child just above her knees.

"My lord, if I throw it twice, can both me and the child survive?" the woman asked.

Hada squinted his eyes and readily agreed, "Yes, as long as you can throw it correctly."

The woman nodded, and casually picked up two stones from the side of the road. She was weak and missed the first throw, but Hada gave her a chance and said she could get closer.

The second throw was extremely accurate and hit Guangling King's face, and the third time it was slightly off and landed on Guangling King's thigh.

Hada still let them go.

The woman took the child by the hand and ran away in a hurry without looking back.

Three people were let go in a row, and the kneeling people began to be eager to try.

They hurriedly stood up from the ground, looked down from a bird's-eye view, and saw that they seemed to be kneeling neatly.

If there is a third person, there will be a fourth person, and if there is a fourth person, there will be countless people, old and young, men and women, officials and civilians, vying to be the first and making a mess.

After all the stones on the ground were plundered, they took off the hairpins from their buns, the cloth shoes on their feet, and what's more, they took out half a hard steamed bun that smelt of water and had been in their pockets for several days.

They looked like soldiers gathered without a slogan, or rats that smelled oil and poked their heads out of the stinky ditch. They looked ahead, scurrying around with purpose, their movements were uniform, and even their expressions were the same.

Ying Zhu, who was caught by the last step, stared at the group of people swarming up below with tearing eyes, and roared as if about to break through the sky: "Fucking beast!"

"I killed you!"

In the face of life and death, this voice is too insignificant.

The heart-piercing screams were finally drowned in the muffled sound that fell on King Guangling like thunder.

King Guangling's body was covered with blood and mud, and he looked embarrassed and sad, not like the invincible general in the past.

Duke Qing stood on the city wall with a complicated expression, as if he was looking at another person through that bloody face.

——Beiqing, this Daqing finally failed your loyalty.

"Your Majesty..." Chongyang looked at the slumped figure standing by the window with deep pain, and was faintly worried that this person would rush out.

Although the relationship between their father and son is not deep, but blood is thicker than water, this kind of thing is beyond his control.

They are currently hiding in an inn facing the city tower. The Xiongnu burned, destroyed, and raged wildly in the city. Most of these ruined houses were vacant, which was indirectly given to Chu Yan and the ghost rider. Chance.

Originally planned to act tonight, but never expected that the Xiongnu would suddenly come up with such a vicious trick. Chongyang grabbed the corner of the table and stared at Chu Yan's back vigilantly, preparing to rush over later if he lost his mind , I have to stop it even if I fight my old life.

After all, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this was a play specially made for Chu Yan, and if Chu Yan went to rescue King Guangling, it would be in their favor.

Like a stone statue in the yellow sand of the desert, Chu Yan stood motionless in front of the closed window, his dark eyes fixed on the person on the city wall without squinting.

At this moment, he opened his mouth and murmured hoarsely.

"—I'm sorry, Father."

These words immediately opened the gates of all emotions in Chongyang's heart, and when Tiehan felt tenderness, he couldn't help but silently blushed.

Compared with the hysterical loss of control, this kind of rational calm that suppresses the collapse is actually more tearful.

Chongyang suddenly began to miss Mr. Fu a little bit.

If he was here, it would definitely make Shizi feel better.

Emperor Qing of the Sui Dynasty sat on the dragon couch and murmured with a wooden face: "I know...I know..."

"Saint... she is the saint of Guerzhai..."

Fu Shiyu's expression was slightly condensed, and he said lightly: "Your Majesty is saying that Nan Yao, the former queen, is the saint of Gu'er Village?"

"Yes." Emperor Sui Qing seemed to be lost in memory, with faint smile lines appearing on his face.

"Why does Your Majesty know Queen Nanyao?"

A few wrinkles appeared in the corners of Emperor Sui Qing's eyes, like an amiable elder.

"I've known her since childhood."

Feng Changxing's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he suddenly asked, "Do you love her?"

Emperor Sui Qing didn't answer or deny it, he just smiled gently.

Feng Changxing asked: "Then why did you kill my mother?"

Emperor Sui Qing's eyes were foggy, and he asked doubtfully, "Who is your queen mother?"

"Fang Shu," Feng Changxing said.

Emperor Sui Qing, who heard the name, still looked dazed, obviously he hadn't remembered who this person was.

Looking at his bewildered eyes, Feng Changxing couldn't help laughing in a low voice, feeling in his heart that it was too ironic and ridiculous.

He tried his best to suppress his laughter, and said coldly: "Daughter of Duke Xian, the queen who was abolished less than a year after you were canonized."

Emperor Sui Qing opened his mouth slightly, and finally realized suddenly, but there was no surprise on his face, his expression suddenly darkened, and he yelled angrily, "Poisonous woman!"

"—damn her!"

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