The figure who was crying and begging for mercy was dragged out, and the howling sounded a few times outside the corridor. The lampposts in the hall were lit quietly in the cover, and the unfolded scroll was slowly put away in Gao Muen's hand. At the first place, the slender figure walked across the red carpet.

"A scholar is simply a fool. He was used as a shield by Feng Bao. He still didn't know what it would be for me to stay in the world. I really think I can't guess it? How could a hundred households in the East Factory recommend a commoner over here for no reason? Even seeing that I didn't have the courage to make a plan to slaughter the village, it's ridiculous. Everyone in this world has their own thoughts, and they only have themselves in their eyes."

The fingertips then slowly slid across the woman's face in the painting, and murmured between her lips: "It's only you who ask for nothing, and you won't ask for your wife from our family."

"Put it away and save it."

Bai Ning said at this time.

Compared with the pain caused by fighting with Zhihui's Thousand-Handed Tathagata's palm in Shaolin Temple, the slightest sorrow in his heart was not as great as the slightest sorrow in his heart. The scroll slowly closed, and the lights reflected, shaking the painting in front of his eyes. The woman in the painting seemed to be alive and smiled.

"My husband, look at the butterfly caught by Xifu and Lingqing, who can catch the most beautiful one?" It seemed as if the voice of the silly woman echoed in Bai Ning's ears.

The scroll was closed, and his fingers touched the air, and he clenched it into a fist in the air. After a trembling moment, he fell behind him again, turned around and sat down in the first place in the hall again.

"Then the supervisor, should you ask Cao Qianhu to give Feng Bao?" Gao Muen put away the scroll and said softly, comparing the action of cutting his neck.

When his subordinates were put down, footsteps sounded outside the door, and then knocked in. A man bowed and said, "Report to the Lord, the man died after he couldn't stand the three swords. I had to cut off his head."

As he said that, the man leaned to the side, and another man took two steps forward, holding a wooden plate in his hand, with a bloody head on it, his expression twisted with pain, and obviously he suffered some terrifying punishment before his death.

"Yes" In the dim light, Bai Ning stared at the dead head and waved his hand: "Chop his body into pieces and feed it to the dog."

The two of them at the door stepped back with their heads.

The door was closed, and the wind running in was stopped. Bai Ning turned his eyes to the eunuch holding the scroll, and followed what the other party said before: "Feng Bao still made contributions to the Dongchang. He dared to fight against the Jurchens and hurt his eyes. Our family can't blame the criminals randomly. From the perspective of the Dongchang, he did a good job and was very dedicated. If the Supervisor had probably the same as him. After all, only those who died can keep secrets, such as plagues and mad dog diseases, even if others knew that we were using it to deal with the Jin Kingdom, how many people would really understand? At that time, the Dongchang would definitely become the target of public criticism, and even would not stand firm in the court. The woman in the Golden Palace would probably want to see the most."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and the room fell silent.

Puff

Moths from somewhere kept hitting the paper cover of the candle. Bai Ning leaned on the chair, closed his eyes, and when he opened it for a moment, he sighed: "Just as I said before, whoever is selfless in the world can have it."

Over there, the eunuch beside the lamppost was stunned for a moment, then laughed dryly: "Hehe, the Lord, are you kidding, how could I have selfishness?"

Bai Ning's cold eyes did not look at Gao Muen: "The women you have gathered together really think that I don't know anything? I just turned a blind eye and closed my eyes to see what you were trying to do. After all," he stood up, "After all, this person's idea is a bit different from ordinary people. I am a eunuch, and I am still a group of women to our family."

He suddenly smiled, smiling coldly.

"You are wronged by the Lord, you are wronged. Everyone knows that the criminals and their families must be filled in that place, and they will be ruined. I feel that it is difficult to survive if I enter there. I am following the Lord's teachings to save them from the fire and water."

Gao Muen was so scared that he hugged the scroll and knelt on the ground, crying with unjustly and hard, constantly wiping his tears, then secretly glanced at the figure over there, then took two steps forward, put his head at Bai Ning's feet and rubbed it.

"Supervisor, I really didn't force them. Those women came voluntarily. If you don't believe me, when you return to Bianliang, you will know that I'm innocent."

The light shook, and when he looked at the short and fat figure rolling on his chest, he suddenly felt that he had not been beaten to death by Gao Qiu. It should be because of this shameless trick.

Then, Bai Ning lowered his head and scolded Gao Muen in a deep voice: "Get out."

"Oh! OK."

Gao Muen immediately held the scroll, his head stood on the ground, rolled. The moment he reached the door, Bai Ning suddenly said again: "Stop."

By the door, the rolling figure immediately sat on the ground, looked back with trembling all over, and then he suddenly screamed in a panic: "Supervisor, your face, why are your face moving by yourself?"

Bai Ning's figure stood up, her originally feminine face, and her muscles were slowly squirming. While walking, the sound came from her mouth.

"Go down and arrange it, don't follow anyone around you. I will use Feng Bao's face to lure them out."

“Yes Yes”

Gao Muen opened the door tremblingly, immediately rolled out, stood up and brought the door with him, and ran away in panic.

The figure turned around, and a white-eyed, one-eyed face that was exactly the same as Feng Bao looked ferocious under the light of the candle.

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Xiangzhou, in a corner of the city.

The door of the woodshed creaked and pushed open. The moment the figure walked in quickly, the figure emerging from the shadow immediately came up and helped the other party to sit on the shabby stool.

"Dad, you are injured." The female voice said anxiously in the darkness.

Zhou Tong rubbed the woman's hair, "A little injury will be healed soon. I haven't eaten yet. When my father came back, I bought it and you can try it."

In my arms, I took out two large white steamed buns, which were still warm.

The old man tore off a small piece and put it into the woman's mouth, his voice was very gentle, "How about it, isn't it very sweet? This thing is more precious than anything else when you are hungry, so hungry."

Zhou Tong smiled and took a bite by himself.

"Did that dad killed the eunuch and Mu Yang?"

"I didn't expect that everyone in the East Factory's manga will have some martial arts skills in the past two or three years. Even if they are weak, once they form a formation and kill them, their father will be a little unbearable."

Fu Qi touched his injured leg with concern in his eyes, "We'd better not take revenge, there are many people in them. Only Dad can do martial arts here, so he can't beat it."

"If you're fine, my father doesn't believe it. The eunuch can bring one or two hundred people around him when he goes to the cottage." Zhou Tong took another steamed bun and stuffed it into Fu Zi's hands. "More than one hundred people in the village have not died in the hands of the Jurchens, but in the hands of his own people. My father couldn't swallow this breath. It's not easy to live, so he killed him if he says he's killed."

When the woman thought of the death of the villagers, it was difficult for the woman to speak without revenge.

"In the past few days, Dad will look for another opportunity."

After the old man finished speaking, he quickly finished eating the steamed buns in his hand, poured them on the dry firewood and fell asleep.

In the darkness, Fuqi put the steamed buns in her hand and put them in her arms, "Save them until tomorrow for dad." She murmured herself softly.

On the dry firewood, the old man flipped over, but sighed.
Chapter completed!