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Mingsha glanced at him, took it, and drank it all.

Seeing him drink it like this, the man was surprised, but he didn't say anything, silently handed over a bowl of beef and put two more white flour steamed buns.

Ming Xu glanced at the man and said lightly, "Thank you." ”

The man wiped his sweat and remembered what Nalan Ruoruo had explained, and he was a little puzzled, not that this prince of the Eastern Jin Dynasty was very suspicious, if he said a lot and directly asked someone to knock him down, how could he ......

After eating, Mingsha lay back very calmly, continued to close his eyes and recuperate, without the slightest posture to ask.

Don't ask why he's still alive, why the soldiers around him are still alive, why there are so many strange faces, don't ask about that battle, don't ask why they're here.

It was as if he had known long ago that the old god was there.

Nalan Ruoruo, who was silently observing him in the dark: ......

No matter what, I should ask about the current situation? Don't wonder how they saved their lives in that mortal battle?

What Nalan Ruoruo didn't know was that he didn't seem to know anything, but he had actually guessed the events of that day. The inexplicable heavy rain, the red mist, and the man in front of him who was not of any other race had clearly told him that they had won that battle.

He also became a prisoner of his Eastern Jin Dynasty.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look up at Nalan Ruoruo, and heard that their army had become a ghost in the eyes of the emperor, but he didn't know what the situation was when the great general Cheng Ye returned to the palace now.

In Kyoto, where they can't see.

Cheng Ye, Dou Yishen, and Dou Bo finally returned to Kyoto, but they were unwilling to return to this place where they might lose their lives if they had the slightest way.

But the ironclad people didn't believe what they said, and they didn't count the cattle and sheep and gold cloth that were originally promised, and they kept saying that they could betray the Eastern Jin Dynasty and betray them, and finally said that they wanted to see the tolerance that they were proud of the Jin people, and beat them back with a mess for a while.

Those ironclad men, those ironclad men just want them to die. But now that the people have arrived in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and the local officials are treating them so favorably, they have to return to Kyoto even if they don't want to.

After three days and three nights of fear, Cheng Ye imprisoned himself and asked his fifteen-year-old son Cheng Daye to take his big head to meet the emperor and ask for death.

Who would have thought that the emperor would be furious when he saw Cheng Daye, and roared: "Your father, there is a saying in advance: 'If you are not victorious, you are willing to be a military commander.'" 'What are you talking about now?' ”

Cheng Daye knelt on the ground, kowtowed again and again: "The minister's father has already confessed his guilt, he was about to commit suicide at that time, but it was the minister who stopped him, because he suffered such a big defeat, he should let the emperor come and kill him, so that the law of the country can be reaffirmed!" ”

Who would have thought that King Chu Cheng glanced at him: "I killed him?" What did I kill him for? The law of the Jin Kingdom, the defeated die! The 50,000 troops he brought with me were all wiped out, and as the main general, he actually came back unharmed. There is also my emperor, he died in Huangquan before he recognized his ancestors and returned to his ancestors, just such a dog thing stained with the blood of my emperor is not quickly self-cutting, is it going to defile the widow's knife and axe? ”

Cheng Daye was shocked, he never thought that there was such a person in the army, and it was not a pity that his father died! It's just that now that things have come to such a field, how can I explain to His Royal Highness the Prince?

Looking at the emperor's meaning, because of the death of the mongrel, it seems that there is still a little guilt, which is not a good phenomenon.

After all, the bastard, Mingsha, is still alive.

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