One Thousand and Sixteen: It Is Better to Surrender (3)

The genius remembers the address of this site in a second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No advertisements! What the third prince said made all the officials blush.

Not ashamed, obviously angry.

If they surrender, at least there is still a way to survive. This is called "the one who knows the current affairs is a hero", how can it be called spineless?

But none of them dared to say that, lest the third prince violently kill people.

After the court was dispersed, all the officials left in twos and threes, and their expressions were not very good.

The royal family had to drag them to be buried with them before they died, how could they look better.

The sky was getting dark, and the royal city, which was once bustling like daytime, was now lonely and cold, filled with a murderous atmosphere.

The temperature difference between day and night in northern Xinjiang is large. During the day, it is exposed to the scorching sun, and at night, the moonlight is as cold as ice.

Both the Seventh Prince and the Eighth Prince were wounded, and they were still violently tied up and hung on a high arrow tower. Shen Ke didn’t mention the injuries, and the enemy didn’t give them water or food. Can't live, let alone they have been spoiled and spoiled for more than 20 years.

The Eighth Prince called weakly, "Brother Seven...are you still awake?"

He has been in a coma for most of the day, and now his mind is very dizzy, his whole body is hot and cold, and the scene in front of him is flickering.

The Seventh Prince was hung in the air with his head down, without any reaction.

However, his body was still warm, so he should not have died.

The Eighth Prince felt extremely sad. He was suspended in the air, and he could faintly see the scene inside the royal city through the high wall.

Not long ago, he was a galloping and high-spirited prince of northern Xinjiang, but now he is a prisoner of the enemy.

The body of the snail is tied up and hung up for public display—it is a great shame!

When he was young, he often imagined his future.

In the blueprint he drew, he was always a person of high status and prominent status. When did he think about becoming a prisoner?

If he suffered such humiliation in normal times, he would have thought of a way to commit suicide, how could he live on?

But both he and the seventh prince knew the content of the strip hanging around his neck, and knew that they were related to the day when the willow thief attacked the city.

As long as they live longer, maybe, maybe the officials in the royal city can come up with a strategy to deal with the enemy?

Maybe, maybe they still have a way out?

Hachioji knew that this possibility was very slim, but it was better than no hope at all.

Whether it's him or Seventh Brother, they must work hard to live, and they must not follow the enemy's wishes.

Therefore, while still conscious, the Eighth Prince tried to call the Seventh Prince until he woke him up.

They can't sleep, maybe they won't be able to wake up after falling asleep——

In the long night, the two of them were blue from the cold. When the sun rose and the warm sunlight shone on their bodies, they were almost moved to tears.

Is it cruel?

Compared to the evil deeds they committed, Jiang Pengji was already very kind.

She didn't treat the two of them as pets of fighting beasts and let them fight to the death with the beasts; she didn't let the two of them have sex with the beasts for pleasure; Wives and daughters, listen to their pained wailing and amusing—

She did nothing, but they did everything.

Northern Xinjiang plundered and captured countless border people, men and women, which one will end well?

The Seventh Prince runs a trading firm, and has done countless transactions of Han girls. Those women who fell into the hands of slave trading firms, which one can be innocent and not be humiliated? There are too many brutal, perverted and/or nobles in northern Xinjiang, but are there still few Han female slaves who are played to death every day? ,

The status of women in northern Xinjiang is indeed high, but only for barbarian women in northern Xinjiang. Han women are worse than dogs.

The seventh prince is an executioner, and the eighth prince is not innocent.

One year, the Seventh Prince was seriously ill and could not be cured for a long time. The doctor in Beijiang said that if he wanted to cure the disease, he had to take off the dogwood from the chests of ten clean girls, boil them, and cook them into fragrant minced meat. The medicine can be cured after taking it continuously for ten days.

Therefore, the eighth prince spent a lot of money to buy a hundred cardamom girls from the trading company, the elders were no more than fifteen, and the younger were no more than seven or eight years old.

According to the doctor's instructions, after taking it for ten days, the seventh prince really recovered.

Knowing what the eighth prince had done for him, the seventh prince not only didn't feel cruel, but was grateful for his brotherhood.

Compared to what they have done before, Jiang Pengji hangs them in the air to dry, can it be considered cruel?

"Are they dead?"

Jiang Pengji Meimei took a good night's sleep, and she felt refreshed the next day, not at all like she had spent a whole day fighting on the battlefield.

The civil servants and military generals saw it, and they were jealous.

My protagonist is full of vitality, and his physical strength is not like a normal person.

Sun Wen sneered, and replied, "I still have a breath—their lives are too high, they can still live while hanging like this—"

The battle in Beijiang has been fought long enough, and he hasn't seen his grandson Lan Lan for more than half a year.

Jiang Pengji pointed at the table and asked Sun Wen, "Wait for two more days, so that the soldiers can recharge their batteries."

Sun Wen asked with a smile, "What if Northern Xinjiang falls?"

Jiang Pengji said, "Beijiang is willing to surrender, that depends on whether I am willing to accept it or not."

From the beginning to the end, she had no intention of accepting Beijiang's surrender. She asked Wen Zheng to write that letter, but she was just playing with Beijiang.

The Seventh Prince and the Eighth Prince choked on that breath and refused to swallow it, wasn't it just to delay time?

It must be sour if they find that their hard work was wasted.

"The people in northern Xinjiang are innocent, but their rich and powerful are not innocent. It is only a disaster to keep them." Jiang Pengji's eyes were cold, flashing with cold killing intent, "The people are easy to deal with. As long as they have no worries about food and clothing, they will be fine." I will be grateful to Dade. But those rich and powerful are different. Their greed and desire,,/desire is endless. If you accept their surrender, it will be difficult to deal with it in the future. Rather than keeping it and becoming a disaster, and I don’t know when it will cause trouble for others, it is better to start early They will be completely strangled to avoid any worries."

Sun Wen deeply agrees with this.

If the dignitaries in northern Xinjiang are kept, they can use their previous background to secretly make troubles.

As long as there is a foundation, recovery is easier, which is a disaster.

The lord is a person who looks at the world, so where can he waste extra energy on the villain?

Jiang Pengji said to Sun Wen, "If they still refuse to give up when the time comes, then give them a happy ending and send them on their way."

Sun Wen nodded in response.

Time flies, and one day passes by.

Jiang Pengji's army surrounded Wangcheng, although they didn't yell and scold, but they also gave them endless pressure.

The imperial court hadn't made a decision yet. Seeing that the seventh and eighth princes could no longer hold on, the nobles from Northern Xinjiang were ready to move and couldn't help it.

Jiang Pengji was about to take a rest when familiar footsteps came from outside the tent, followed by a familiar voice.

"My lord, are you asleep?"

Jiang Pengji got up and lit a candle, and said, "Come in, Zixiao, what's the matter?"

Wei Ci got permission, and then opened the tent and came in.

I saw my lord holding an oil lamp, half of his face was rendered a warm orange color by the dim candlelight, and his eyebrows were softer.

Wei Ci saw that she was still dressed neatly, lowered his head slightly, and replied, "There is movement in the Northern King City."

Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows and frowned, and asked him, "What's going on?"

Wei Ci said, "Patrolling cavalry found a basket placed on the city, and a person was squatting in the basket. This person claimed to be the confidant of the right minister in northern Xinjiang."