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Yu Gonghuai walked up to him, kicked Jiang Qiming a few times angrily, squatted down and looked at him, with a tricky smile on his lips, and said in a low voice: "I think General Wenma is too naive, what the emperor wants to do Matter, shouldn’t we, as ministers, just let it go? I’m really ashamed of the position of General Wenma, so I don’t understand the master I obey wholeheartedly, Jiang Hui, you have read all the history books, the past and the present, have you ever read a sentence—— The dead minister has to die?"

Jiang Qiming rewarded him with a mouthful of general saliva, "Bah! Are you worthy of speaking in front of me? The Huns were not destroyed, but they slaughtered my subordinates, cut off their arms, and abandoned tens of thousands of people in Luoyang. Your Majesty is really a good majesty who loves the country and the people." ah!"

As soon as these words came out, many of the standing soldiers' faces twitched. Their families were all in Luoyang, and these words obviously hit their weakness.Yu Gonghuai was furious, drew his sword and sent it to Jiang Qiming's abdomen, shouting: "Set fire!"

Wang Bing almost fell from the tree, and was about to rush forward when he kicked Jiang Qiming, but the last trace of reason still made him stop—going alone would be death, and it was this movement of rushing forward that shook the branches, Jiang Qiming unexpectedly turned his head, and his eyes met Wang Bing's.

A dozen or so people came out from behind Yu Gonghuai, carrying a wooden bucket in their hands, and poured it on those sitting people. Immediately, someone begged for mercy. Yu Gonghuai twisted the sword and stirred it in Jiang Qiming's abdomen, slowly Word by word in his ear, he read like a mantra: "If you want to blame, blame the Taiwei." Then he drew his sword slowly.

Jiang Qiming felt the sword cut flesh inch by inch, and the blood slowly drained along the sword body bit by bit, everything continued very slowly.

Everything is still, only the figure reflected in the eyes, the brilliance flows.

Yu Gonghuai: "Why, are you still shaking your head? You are about to die, and I will let you die more clearly. I might as well tell you that Taiwei Wangfu is also a participant."

The soldiers tied up in a string were Jiang Qiming's men who were left behind after being killed, begging for mercy incessantly, but Wang Bing couldn't hear these words, and watched Jiang Qiming cough up blood, with tears in his eyes and kept shaking his head.

what can he doWang Bing wanted to blow his head, but there was no other way. Even if he was familiar with military books and had the talents of the world, the thousands of strategies in his mind that could kill Yu Gonghuai could not be achieved by him alone. Those knowledge became his own enemy instead. Can't stop telling him a cruel fact - you can't save him.

Yu Gonghuai drew his sword and saw Jiang Qiming's face gradually showing a smile, "Still laughing? I'm tired of playing with you, and I don't want to play with you anymore." He pierced Jiang Qiming's left chest quickly and ruthlessly, impatiently. He stopped stirring and torturing him, and pulled it out neatly. "Under the Nine Springs, go seek revenge against Wang Fu who is about to meet you."

Jiang Qiming lost so much blood that he couldn't hold on and fell down. His face was covered with many stones and his skin was scratched. His vision was tightly blocked by those standing and he couldn't see him.Gritting his teeth and bowing his body again, the blood rushed out of his body, and he finally got up a little bit in a panic, and saw him standing on the other side of the galaxy.

He didn't have the energy to shout, so he could only watch.

Yu Gonghuai stepped on his face, rubbed hard on the ground, and mended a few more feet. As soon as his feet left, Jiang Qiming struggled to get up, whimpering, and the bloody faces on both sides made Yu Gonghuai startled. Jump.I've never seen anyone alive after being pierced through the heart.

"Strange...monster! Go to hell!" Yu Gonghuai couldn't bear it any longer, holding the sword behind his back with both hands, and stabbing the wriggling person on the ground like a wooden stake.

One stroke, two strokes, three strokes... Every time the sword is drawn, some flesh and blood will come out.

Wang Bing didn't know how he got back to the barracks, and the horse was able to bring him back without his guidance, which shows that the horse is very spiritual.Wang Bing got off his horse and took it back to the original place. The sky was already dark, and when he looked back, he could still see smoke rising. Wang Bing went straight into his tent. Wang Fu was sitting in his seat and was reading a book Miscellaneous books.

That miscellaneous book is called "Xun Zhi", and it is about a wandering scholar who is occasionally commented by a sage and famous person. He is so famous that he wants to seek an official position in Beijing, but because he saves a rich man's wife on the way, he enters the family's house. Started a life of luxury and luxury, before arriving in Luoyang, he died violently on his wife in the middle of the night due to excessive drinking and indulgence.

Wang Bing bypassed the desk and the screen, got on the couch and covered himself with the quilt, with his head facing inside, calm and expressionless.

Wang Fu put down the book that had only been turned over a few pages, sighed, and said softly in front of the screen: "Qing'er, father is leaving first, you can rest assured."

Wang Bing buried his face in the bed, and said vaguely: "I killed him."

When Wang Fu came to the kitchen, people who were busy picking wild vegetables and slaughtering birds and insects all stopped to salute. Wang Fu casually called a cook and said, "Make a soothing soup. I'll ask someone to bring the medicinal materials. Send it to the tent of the marching commander, watch him finish drinking."

A thick bowl of calming soup was brought to Wang Bing's bed. Wang Bing didn't close his eyes at all, curled up into a ball, pulled the quilt over his head, still dizzy, turned his back to the visitor and said coldly, "Get back."

Even a little cook dared to defy him, Wang Bing got up and shouted: "I tell you to back down!"

The people who came here trembled with fright, and heard in the kitchen that the military Sima was gentle with others, so they knew it was the gentle method, and they would definitely slap those people's mouths when they went back.

"If you don't finish drinking, I can't go back and explain."

Seeing that Wang Bing was a woman in her teens and twenties wearing coarse linen, she immediately lost her temper. Getting angry at innocent people is pure nonsense and nothing can change it.He suppressed those emotions that shouldn't be there in his heart, but he really didn't have the slightest appetite for medicine, so he reluctantly said in a normal tone: "Put it down, I'll finish my drink later, and I can order you to fetch the bowl, right?"

The woman put the bowl on the ground, raised her hands to her eyebrows, dropped her knees to the ground, and lay her head on the ground for a while, then raised her hands to her eyebrows again and got up to pick up the bowl on the ground.The whole Jishou ceremony was completed smoothly. Although she was dressed in coarse cloth, she had a restrained and unassuming dignified temperament. She raised her long eyelashes and looked at Wang Bing without fear, "Jun Sima, please."

Wang Bing doesn't like beauty and pretending to be weak. The only thing that can impress him is strength.He took the bowl, and the pungent smell of medicine hit his face. He drank it clean without even raising his eyebrows, and handed the bowl back to her.

The woman took the bowl, quite admiring, the medicine was as bitter as Coptis chinensis, and he could still look calm after drinking it in one gulp.Said: "Wang Sima's complexion is not good, he needs rest and recuperation."

Wang Bing looked at her like he was looking at a fat pig being dragged into a slaughterhouse. In fact, Wang Bing looked at everyone like this when he entered the camp.Stopped her, "Why are you here?"

The woman turned her head, her face was full of surprise, she paused for a while, and answered truthfully: "Where is my poor husband, I will be there. I don't obey women's ways, I don't stay at home to take care of his family, and I can't accompany him to fight the enemy, so I have to come here Therefore, do some work that only women can do."

"What is your husband's name? Who is his subordinate?" Wang Bing had no doubts that she could answer these questions. This woman's eyes were clear and cold, dark and bright, and the person with these eyes was undoubtedly smart.

"My humble husband, He Guangai, was already a confidant of General Wenma before he joined the army, so joining the army this time is naturally included in the army of General Wenma."

Wang Bing was speechless, and asked her to back down, watching her leave, the back became more and more blurred, as if blood slowly slipped from his eyes, blocking all sight, and then there was darkness all around.

On February [-]th of the sixth year of Anxi, on the night of the full moon, General Liu Ling of the Xiongnu led his troops to cut off the passage of food from all over the country to Luoyang.

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