Nightfall Chapter 205: Don’t wash my blood with the spring rain

This world-wide war against the Tang Dynasty began with a conspiracy in which the Kingdom of Yan became a capital city, but the real turning point was in Qinghe County. The rebellion set off by Qinghe County’s cliques destroyed Datang navy, and the lake of Daze Stained red. Afterwards, the Xiling Temple coalition forces invaded northward, and the Zhennan Army was unable to help. If it weren't for the academy's disciples to pay the tragic price of severe injuries or even broken arms to defend Qingxia, the Tang state might really be destroyed.

This was the first rebellion in the territory of the Tang Dynasty since the founding of the People's Republic of China, and according to the news returned afterwards, the scene at that time was extremely **** and horrible. Therefore, compared with the powerful Xiling Temple and the Golden Tent King Court, the Qinghe County clansmen were the most angry objects of the Tang army and civilians.

The lords of Qinghe County still maintained their old rules, especially in order to win the trust of Li Yu and ensure the suddenness of the rebellion. Hundreds of people were left as hostages in the city of Chang’an. There is no shortage of important figures among these clans. When news of the rebellion came back to Chang'an City, these people naturally became the top priority of Tang's surveillance. The people in the guild hall tried to escape and almost succeeded, but in the end they were caught back under the ruthless means of the shameless Chang'an mansion Yin Shangguan Yang Yu, and since then they have been unable to step out of the guild hall.

How to deal with the children of Qinghe County’s cliques, the Tang Dynasty has two different opinions. One group believes that all these people should be killed with the fastest speed and the most cruel punishment, so as to deter the rebels in Qinghe County. At the same time, they sacrificed the spirits of the Datang navy and hundreds of martyred officials. The other faction believed that if they wanted to deter the Qinghe County rebels and contain the cliques at the same time, they should control the cliques' children as a bargaining chip.

With the arrival of the Xiling Temple Mission, especially with the sudden change of the situation, the signing of the agreement between the two parties is about to be completed. No matter which faction’s opinions are important, Datang officials can only watch these people be Picking up the hall and sending it back to Qinghe County, no matter how unwilling it is, I can only remain silent.

At this moment, Ning Que walked into the Qinghe Hall. He was greeted by a middle-aged official, wearing a Datang official uniform, but not wearing a crown, with straight eyebrows and a handsome appearance.

"I have seen Mr. Thirteen." The middle-aged official said calmly and politely.

Ning Que said: "Since I don't admit that I am a Chinese citizen, why are you still wearing my court uniform?"

This middle-aged official, whose surname is Cui Mingyuan, is the second son of the old Cui Clan of Qinghe County. He served as an official in the city of Chang'an for many years. Before the war, he held a noble post in the Ministry of Rites.

Although the Qinghe Guild Hall is under the strictest surveillance and custody at all times, the court did not deliberately humiliate these cliques. Daily life is still provided, but hundreds of people live in the hall. Where else can there be casual clothes? Cui Yuan always wears the old official uniform.

Cui Yuan's smile was a bit bitter, and he said: "I am a Datang official. The elders in the clan are ignorant and confused. They dare to give birth to rebellion. It really has nothing to do with me."

Ordinary people may have some considerations because of these words, but Ning Que will not. He doesn't care about Cui Yuan's attitude at this time. He only knows that this person is the second son of Mrs. Cui, and an important figure among the clans.

He said: "I heard that the old man has a few dear grandchildren who are also in the hall?"

Cui Yuan looked at his expression, knowing that there is no need to cover up in front of Mr. Thirteen. He sighed and said, "Mr. please calm down."

Ning Que said: "It's very difficult to quell anger like Shendu. What's more, the Tang people always think Qinghe County is their own, and the rebellion of the cliques stabbed us in the back. Don't you think this Under the circumstances, people living in this city can still welcome you with a smile?"

The look on Cui Yuan's face is a bit ugly, saying: "The heirlooms of poetry and books of all surnames are longer than the history of Chang'an City. Now I just want to go back to the millennium ago, and I really dare not call a betrayal."

Ning Que said: "This is reasonable. I know what you are worried about, otherwise, even if you are trapped here, I am a villain, and I won't be without a cup of tea."

Cui Yuan smiled bitterly and said: "Who is not afraid of death? My heart is overwhelming, please be considerate, Mr."

Ning Que said: "Although I can't calm my anger, I have to come here today to tell you one thing very unwillingly. Xiling Temple wants to protect you hundreds of lives."

When he said this, he always paid attention to the look on Cui Yuan's face, only to see that this person was still calm after hearing the news, but there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

This is exactly what he wants to see.

Cui Yuan struck him again and said with gratitude: "No matter how angry Mr. Zhi is, he is still grateful for him. After returning to Qinghe, he must restrain his tribe and make peace with Datang."

Ning Que admired the performance of this man very much, and thought that the Qinghe County clansmen really had a deep background, even the males who entered Beijing as quality men still performed extremely perfectly under these circumstances, and did not reveal the slightest possibility that the Tang people Displeased or angry words or breaths.

He said, "I don't understand the purpose of Xiling Temple."

Cui Yuan wondered how you might not know. At this time, I just wanted to hear what I said, and said bitterly: "If you can't keep Qinghe County, who else in the world can believe the temple?"

"Justified."

Ning Que thoughtfully said: "The reason is not the loudness, but the big fist. The fist of the temple is now bigger, so they are more reasonable."

Cui Yuan said in harmony: "The academy is only temporarily upset, why should you humble your husband?"

"I have always disliked being self-effacing. Even in the world, Daomen has a bigger fist, but in Chang'an, the academy must have a bigger fist, so I decided to reason first."

Ning Que looked at him and said: "You said before that if you can't keep Qinghe County, who else in the world can believe in the temple, that makes sense, then why didn't you say I would kill you?"

Cui Yuan frowned and wondered, if he wanted to kill us, why did you say so much?

Ning Que said: "The lords of Qinghe County may really reproduce the scenery they had a thousand years ago. Unfortunately, you and the people in the clubhouse probably have no chance to see them."

Hearing this sentence, Cui Yuan's expression changed drastically, and his voice was slightly deep and said, "What do you mean by this sir? Could it be that the previous words are all false? Isn't Xiling Temple not this requirement?"

"Xiling Temple really wants you to live to prove the greatness of Haotian."

Ning Que looked at him and said: "The problem is that you killed more than 300 officials of my Datang in Qinghe County. More than a thousand people died from the navy's main general to the auxiliary soldiers, and more than a thousand people are still Compared with the greatness of Haotian, I do hard labor in the coal mountain in the lower reaches of Fuchun River. I think these are more important."

Cui Yuan understood what he meant, and his body trembled uncontrollably, and shouted angrily: "Mr. Thirteen, do you want to destroy the peace talk? You don't want the temple to sign the peace agreement?"

"The lords of Qinghe County have not been dogs for a whole thousand years under the rule of the Tang Dynasty. For too long, you seem to have forgotten how dogs do. If you forget to be dogs, you must be a dog. ."

Ning Que said: "You really need to look at the owner when hitting a dog. The owner definitely wants to protect his dog, but if I really kill you dogs, what can your owner do? At most, let me pay more. Money, don’t you expect me to lose my life? Dog’s life is cheap after all, and there can never be anyone’s life worth money. From the day of Qinghe County’s rebellion, you have become dogs of Xiling Temple, and your lives are worthless." /

Cui Yuan glared at him and shouted sternly: "If you want to kill, just come. I have been waiting in the hall for so many days. I never thought I could leave alive, even if the kids are ready. Preparations for martyrdom, why do you need to say those things to humiliate me? Is this the style of the Tang Dynasty?"

"I know that you are ready to die. I told you that the requirements of the temple are not to humiliate you, but to hope that you can regain hope. Hope is so beautiful, and how despair should be afterwards The pain is just like the officers and soldiers who died in the hands of the lords."

Ning Que said: "This is indeed not the style of my Datang military and civilians, but I have always been an atypical Chinese. In order to give back the pain to my opponent, I can do many things. I will be very patient. They are the first people to experience it, and they will certainly not be the last."

Cui Yuan’s face was extremely pale. When Xiling Temple asked Tang to send hundreds of people back to Qinghe County before, there was a trace of joy in his eyes. At this time, those joys had already disappeared. There is no hope in the trace, but the peace no longer exists, only despair.

"I vaguely heard some suppressed cheers before, and the talk about coming to us has spread throughout the hall. Thinking that those cheers will turn into screams later, I feel physically and mentally happy."

After Ning Que finished speaking, he drew Pu Dao and sent it forward.

With a soft pop, the sharp and heavy blade slowly pierced Cui Yuan's abdomen.

Ning Que began to draw the knife, his movements were slow and gentle, so Cui Yuan was very painful.

Cui Yuan clutched his bleeding abdomen and slowly sat down on the chair. His face was pale and his chest was constantly rising and falling. He looked extremely painful, but he couldn't die for a while.

Ning Que walked to the gate of Qinghe Guild Hall with a knife.

The Yulin Army and the disciples of Yulong Gang Punishment Hall have completed the siege of Qinghe Guild Hall.

Ning Que said: "Wearing my Datang official uniform, kill slower, and don't forget to take off the official uniform when collecting the corpse. Those under the age of fourteen should do it more easily."

"Yes."

The Yulin Army and the Yulong Gang responded in unison, and walked past him full of killing intent.

In the guild hall, a Qinghe County teenager ran down from upstairs, holding Cui Yuan's dying body in the chair, tears streaming down his face, and crying: "Father!"

A ichthyosaur gang guy chopped him down in a pool of blood.

The massacre at Qinghe Guild Hall officially began. People were dead everywhere, blood was bleeding everywhere, the sound of blade cutting into flesh and blood, and the sound of miserable crying, drifted far away with the spring rain.

Ning Que stood outside the threshold of Qinghe Guild Hall with Pudao in his hand, watching the lingering spring rain.

The rain on his clothes has dried up, but he has a lot of new blood.

Regardless of the Yulin Army or the Yulong Gang, facing some special objects, Ning Que didn't give them time to hesitate and chose to stain his iron sword with blood.

He didn't wipe the blood because he probably couldn't wipe it clean no matter what.

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