The Legend of Chu Qiao: Division 11’s Princess Agent

Chapter 17

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Wei Shuye's face was ashen, and the thick phlegm was hanging disgustingly on the hem of his robe, but he didn't wipe it off, he just pursed his lips tightly, looking at the messy corpses and countless pairs of eyes full of hatred.

"Major General," Jiang He sighed, stepped forward, and said in a deep voice, "The empire has no spare money to support these people, and the Council of Elders will not fund the construction of houses for them. You are a descendant of the Wei family. You must respect the wishes of the family. Protect the interests of the family."

A lava-like heat was rampaging in Wei Shuye's chest, his eyes were blood red, and he remained silent. Jiang He frowned, waved at the soldier, and nodded slightly. The soldiers took the order and immediately raised their swords to continue killing.

"Bad guys!" A clear voice suddenly sounded, and at the end of the crowd, a small face suddenly lifted from the arms of the mother. There were no tears on the face, but a pair of eyes were red, shouting loudly, " Liar, you said you would bring us to the imperial capital to live in a airtight house, you said you would make everyone fed and clothed, you said... "

The sharp bow and arrow were shot out instantly, General Jiang He's arrow technique was precise, and in a blink of an eye, he ended the words that the child was going to say, shot in from the mouth, and blood dripped out from the back of the head!

"Do it!" Jiang He drew out his saber and shouted angrily.

"stop!"

The young major general suddenly collapsed in the bloody words of the child, rushed forward desperately, and pushed the two soldiers away.

Jiang He said angrily: "Grab the major general!" Several soldiers rushed forward immediately, using fighting techniques to hold Wei Shuye tightly.

The inhuman massacre started immediately, with blood flowing and muddy, and the piercing screams of eagles and venoms came from above, which added a breath of death to this horrific massacre. A huge pit was dug, and hundreds of dead bodies were thrown into it. The sand quickly filled up. Soldiers rode on their horses and ran back and forth on it. The blood-red cover of the ground, together with those shameless crimes and dehumanized ugliness, were deeply buried together.

The Emperor Zhenhuang was young and handsome, with a prominent family background and a high-ranking nobleman lost his composure in front of his subordinates, and lost his mind because of a group of low-status pariahs.

"Major General," Jiang He stepped forward, looked at the man staring straight at the snowy ground, and said in a deep voice, "You shouldn't be like this, they are all lowly races, with lowly blood running down their bodies, you shouldn't You should disobey Mr. Wei because of them. Your uncle has high expectations of you, without you, the disciples of Wei Clan in Dianjiangtang will be leaderless, and we are all waiting for you to come back."

Seeing that Wei Shuye didn't respond, Jiang He sighed softly, led the brigade back, and immediately galloped forward.

After a while, their shadows were no longer seen on the wasteland.

The young man stood there for a long time, and the sky was covered with heavy snow. This Zhengyuan Festival was actually so cold.

The two children hiding behind the snow slope were surprised to see that the noble Major General of the Wei Clan suddenly knelt down facing the vast land, kowtowed heavily to the dead creatures, then got on his horse and galloped away neatly.

For a long time, the heavy snow still had no intention of stopping. The child moved his frozen hands and feet, and staggered forward.

"What are you doing?" Yan Xun was startled, and stood up in astonishment.

The child turned his head, his face was calm, but there was a sharp coldness flashing in his eyes, "I am a lowly race, with lowly blood flowing on my body, you and I should not stand together, since we are on different roads, why not Let's part ways sooner."

The cold moon is bleak, and the child's figure is so young, but Yan Xun watched from a distance, but suddenly felt that her back was so straight that she could open up this decadent world. The snow was like cotton, and a line of footprints on the snow gradually pulled away, heading straight towards the heart of the Great Xia Empire.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone. Just when the Great Xia Dynasty kept saying that they had no money to support the refugees of other races and killed them, the flower picking wine market in the inner city was full of singing and dancing, and the fragrance was blowing. The waist of the beauty is like willow, the skin is like jade, with a coquettish smile, jade arms and breasts. The elders of the Great Xia who have "worked hard" for a day, take off their elegant clothes and crowns in the daytime, and let go of their bodies.

Snow-covered trees hang outside the door, silk ribbons flutter, and lights of various colors are burning brightly. The Lantern Festival is celebrated by the whole country, including these wandering women. At this moment, the rapid sound of horseshoes suddenly crushed the rouge dream of Wei Guang, the patriarch of the Wei Clan. The old man with snow-white long beard but still handsome narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and waved his hands away from the crowd of people around him. There were many women with colorful makeup. After hearing the words, the women neatly adjusted their clothes, half-kneeled on the ground, and retreated on their knees without daring to lift their heads.

Wei Guang picked up the teacup, took a deep breath, and slowly leaned on the soft couch.

The incense in the censer is curling up, and the clouds of incense are gently floating above, shaped like thin dragons, rising vertically, looking through them, everything seems a bit blurred.

A subordinate's respectful voice sounded outside the door, "My lord, Mr. Shu Ye is here."

It's time to come, the old man raised his brows lightly, a little earlier than he expected, wasting all the hard work of Yu Niang. The old man said in a low voice, "Let him in."

The door of the room was opened sideways, and he was dressed in a simple style, so plain that it almost didn't look like the moon-white robes that nobles should have. He flashed into the Tianzi No. 1 box in the Shihua Wine Market. Major General Shu Ye's face was gloomy, and he said without thinking: " Why?"

Of course Wei Guang knew what he was referring to. He squinted his eyes slightly, without even looking at him, and said slowly, "I don't know how to salute when I meet an elder. Is this the manner I have taught you all these years?"

Wei Shuye frowned slightly, the candle in the corner crackled and burst into sparks, time passed quietly, the young major general finally lowered his head, "Uncle."

"Not everything in this world can be divided into right and wrong. Jing'er is younger than you, but on this point, you have to learn from him."

Wei Shuye frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Then why did you send me, I promised them..."

"You are the next successor of the Wei family, the head of the seven major clans of the Great Xia. You are the noble of the empire, and you don't need to make promises to a group of untouchables with low blood. The meaning of their life is In order to lose at the right time, dedicate yourself to the empire. You have done nothing wrong, and you don’t need to feel guilty, and you don’t need to come here to question your uncle at this time.” The old man interrupted Shu Ye and said in a low voice. Clang, like broken gold and stone.

Wei Shuye shook his head, frowned and said, "Uncle, you didn't teach me like this before."

"It's because I was as naive as you that your father died in the infighting of the clan." Wei Guang opened his eyes, and there was a sharp edge flickering in the old eyes, and he turned his head slowly. Come on, look closely at Wei Shuye, and said word by word, "The winner is king, the weak prey on the strong, this is how this world is. Ye'er, after so many years, don't you understand?"

"Uncle," Wei Shuye said with a serious face, "The empire needs people to go to the west to reclaim wasteland. All the young and strong of their clan went west because they believed in me. Why can't the elders take care of their families? They followed me all the way back to the west. Imperial Capital, it is because you promised me that you will build permanent residences for them at the foot of Hongchuan. They gave up their homes and their nomadic nature, just because I promised them with my own words!" Wei Shuye excitedly Picking up the small group of incense in front of Wei Guang’s table, he said sharply, “You said the empire has no money to support them, but what is this? This is the golden incense of the Huai Song Dynasty, and one group is worth two hundred gold baht! Two hundred gold Baht, enough for their family to live for ten years!"

Wei Guang's expression remained unchanged, he calmly listened to Wei Shuye venting his dissatisfaction, the air was full of swords and swords, full of young people's anger. After a long time, the old man smiled softly, and said slowly: "Ye'er, you and Major General Zhilu from Dianjiangtang went to supervise the civil unrest in the Northland but came back dismal. Major General Zhilu was stripped of his rank and locked up in the punishment hall. I don’t know if I’m alive or dead, but you can stand here and argue with me, what’s the reason?”

Wei Shuye was taken aback for a moment, the angry expression froze on his face, and he was speechless immediately.

"The reason why you can still stand here intact is because your surname is Wei. I know you sympathize with those untouchables and reject the distinction of rank, but no matter how much you hate this identity, you are a direct descendant of the Wei family after all. Wei Guang's nephew, everything you have enjoyed since you were a child was brought to you by your family. Your food, clothing, housing, transportation, and status are all thanks to the gift of your family. You can never change this. Enjoy it safely All these people are not qualified to hate and curse it.” Wei Guang took a deep breath, leaned on the couch, his chest rose and fell slightly, and his voice was low, with a trace of vicissitudes, “Everything in this world has its existence. The reason why the Wei family slaughtered the Bianta clan today, not the Bianta clan slaughtered the Wei people, is because the Wei family has been fighting for the interests of the family since the ancestors. For three hundred years, the Wei family The family defended the country, cultivated the frontier, entered the court and served as officials, and made countless contributions. When the Benta people were leisurely herding horses and sheep, the children of the Wei family had already begun to learn the art of cavalry and archery, began to learn the way of doing business, and began to avoid overt and hidden threats. The cold arrow plotted. So many years later, the Wei family was one of the seven great clans, but Bianta wanted to distribute the frontier, and the whole family was destroyed. My child, God is very fair and never favors anyone. The reason why they lost, It's because they haven't paid enough. No one can curse the bullying of the strong because of their own weakness. If they want not to be killed, they can only become stronger. If you sympathize with them here today, do you have any thoughts? However, if the descendants of the Wei family were like you, the one who died outside Zhenhuang City today would be your brothers and sisters."

Wei Shuye stood where he was, with his brows furrowed, trying to say something, but he felt as if his chest was being severely suppressed by a huge rock, making him speechless.

Wei Guang stood up slowly, reached out and patted Wei Shuye on the shoulder, "Ye'er, uncle is old and can't protect you for long. In the future, when uncle is gone, who will protect the family? Who will protect my children from being raped?" Who will protect my daughter from being manipulated? Who will protect them? You?"

The door was wide open, and the sound of silk and bamboo came in leisurely, and the fragrance was intoxicating and dizzy. The old man's footsteps gradually faded away. Wei Shuye straightened his back, feeling a burning pain in his shoulders. What was pressing there was an invisible mountain, a burden that he tried to escape but could not get rid of after all.

The night was pitch black, but it wasn't as dark as the thick fog in his heart. Those invisible ghosts and ghosts were wandering in his thoughts, devouring his reason, struggling to no avail, and finally heaved a long sigh, speechless.