The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

After Murongyue died, the soldiers returned to the barracks and were reorganized into a new team. Over the past ten years, some people have made contributions, and some have died in battle. These sixty soldiers do not know how many are alive ...

Ouyang Shaochen's deep eyes swept through lines of small black letters and said lightly: "This only wrote the names of the soldiers, their origins, and did not write which generals they were compiled under. They wanted to find them all. It will take some time. day……"

"It doesn't matter, ten years have passed, it's not bad these days!" Murong Xue said casually, picked up the tea cup, sipped, and saw Ouyang Shaochen looking at the paper thoughtfully, could not help opening: "See what Special people, so serious? "

"It says that there is a pro-military in Yangcun ..." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly.

"Yangcun?" Murongxue's eyes narrowed: "But the Yangcun outside the capital?"

"Yes!" Ouyang Shaochen nodded.

A sudden flash of light flashed in Murongxue's mind: "I remembered, Hui Bo accidentally mentioned a personal soldier named Yang, saying that he was seriously injured in the battle where my father died, and he couldn't go on the battlefield anymore. ... "

Personal soldiers who cannot go to the battlefield will not be recruited into the barracks any more, but will give out a certain amount of silver for him to return to his hometown to make a living ...

"That recruit ... back to Yangcun." Shaochen Ouyang looked deep.

"Eight out of ten is back ..." Murong Xue nodded and looked up at Ouyang Shaochen: "Yangcun is not too far from the capital, let's go to Yangcun to find him ..."

He was Murong Yue's personal soldier, and Murong Yue was on the battlefield. Whether Murong Yue died or not, whether he was with Murong Yue, many things he knew would be more detailed than them ...

"Good!" Ouyang Shaochen nodded, and his obsidian eyes were as deep as a quiet lake.

The white sky reveals the fish belly, Ouyang Shaochen, Murongxue left Beijing in a carriage, and ran to Yangcun along the official road.

There were no pedestrians on the official road in the early morning. The carriage ran very fast, and arrived at Yangcun at 7 am to 9 am.

The sun rises in the eastern sky, and a little golden light shines through the clouds, shining on the earth, with a warm halo, hazy, indescribable beauty.

Murongxue picked the driving curtain and got off the carriage, and saw Yangcun surrounded by green trees, red flowers, and grass. It was quiet and elegant. The breeze blew through, bringing a faint floral fragrance, faint, and the dew aroma, she couldn't bear it. Live in praise: "The environment here is really good, the ancient pollution-free air is good ..."

In the last sentence, she said very lightly, and Ouyang Shaochen didn't hear it clearly, so she couldn't help but ask, "What are you talking about?"

"I said it was already time, and the villagers in Yang Village must have gotten up to eat. Let's go to the village to find someone." Murong Xue said with a smile, walking forward quickly, the breeze blowing through, a share If there is a seemingly weird smell that haunts the tip of her nose, she can't help but frown gently: "What's this smell?"

Ouyang Shaochen's eyes fell, and he said lightly: "It seems ... bloody smell!"

"Bloody smell!" Murongxue glared, crossed the green trees, safflowers, and ran into Yangcun quickly. I saw the flat streets full of corpses, middle-aged people, young people, children, old age. Everyone has it, from the street all over the end.

There was a deep panic and puzzlement in their eyes, as if they didn't understand why they were killed. The blood stained the yellow-brown floor, and the thick bloody smell rushed to the tip of the nose, making people feel sick ...

Murongxue frowned tightly: "Is this ... was the village slaughtered?"

"It seems so." Ouyang Shaochen nodded, his deep eyes swept the scattered hoe, vegetable basket, vegetables, buns, and said lightly: "The slaughter came suddenly, they were unprepared ..."

"I see it!" Murongxue's eyes were cold. They should have eaten breakfast as usual, walked out of the house, and were ready to start a day's life. Unexpectedly, they met a mob, a quiet and peaceful Yangcun, so it changed Become a hell on earth ...

Wu Qian stepped forward and carefully examined a corpse, said lowly: "Shortly after death, the blood was still warm ..."

'Ping Pong Pong!'Some unspeakable fighting sounds came into his ears, Murong Xue's eyes lit up, and he quickly ran to the direction where the fighting sounds came: "There are still people alive ..."

In an unassuming small courtyard, two men in black are besieging a man in a denim blouse. The man has a long leg and a short leg, standing barely, with his body crossed horizontally and vertically. Scars, bloody blood soon dyed his clothes, he gritted his teeth, struggling to wield the sword in his hand, forcing the black man to kill again and again ...

"It was able to stand under the siege of our brother for so long, and there were two brushes ..." The man in black casually teased, and Sen Han's eyes were full of murder.

The man's face was blue, and he reprimanded: "You have killed the whole village, it's really cruel, mean and shameless ..."

"Don't talk nonsense, today is your death, let's live your life!" The man in black said viciously, his sword in his hand came out, and brought a cold and cold man, and pierced mercilessly towards the man in the short shirt.

The man's eyes were dignified, he swung his sword vigorously, blocking the sharp blade. He didn't want to, the sharp blade suddenly tilted upwards, directly over the man's interception, and stabbed into the man's heart. A face ...

At this time, Murong Xue ran into the small courtyard, looking at the seriously injured man in the short shirt and the fierce black man. She looked at her suddenly, ejected two silver needles, and pierced the black man ...

The man in black pulls out his long sword, opens the silver needle, stabs at Murongxue, jumps without trace, and fights with the man in black ...

Murongxue walked quickly to the man in the short shirt, and saw that he fell to the ground, his chest, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood. The two legs were of different lengths due to the injury. It was the personal soldier she was looking for ... …

Seeing Murong Xue, he widened his eyes in surprise: "You ... you are ..."

"I am Murong Xue, my father is Murong Yue ..." Murong Xue said lightly.

"Murong Yue ... General Murong ... I ... I am ... I'm sorry General ... I'm sorry ... I'm really sorry ..." The mouth of the man's mouth overflowed with big mouths of blood, and his eyes were filled with guilt and regret. , He looked at Murong Xue in a fixed manner, murmured in his mouth, sorry, swallowed his last breath ...

Looking at his guilty face, Murong Xue's cold eyes narrowed slightly ...

"Brush!" Two sounds were heard softly, and it was Wuhen who wielded his sword to cut off the black man's tendons.

The sword in his hand fell to the ground, and the man in black was shocked. He watched Wuhen wield his sword and forced him up. His eyes were cold, and he suddenly gritted his teeth. Eyes, slammed down ...