After the pretty lady held an umbrella and left, Liu Mingzhi motioned to Song Qing to sit down and talk.
"What's wrong? Your face is so heavy. What happened?"
"Brother received a message from Ganzhou. Dai, Lu, Zhong, Fu... 18 caravans totaling 3,743 people were in Tianzhu with a so-called big man in black.
The two countries suffered looting and massacre!"
Liu Mingzhi was about to open the jade fan and paused, frowning as he looked at Song Qing.
"The caravan was looted and massacred? When did the news come?"
"I received the letter half an hour ago, and I couldn't wait to come find you!"
"How many people came back after escaping death?"
Song Qing's expression was heavy and he looked at Liu Mingzhi hesitantly. He pursed his lips for a long time before stretching out a finger.
When Liu Mingzhi saw this, he frowned and narrowed his eyes.
"Only a thousand people came back?"
Song Qing shook his head silently, his lips trembling and unable to speak.
Liu Mingzhi stood up stiffly, looking down at Song Qing with his eyes gradually becoming sharper.
"Don't tell me that only a hundred people came back."
Song Qing shook his head with red eyes and clenched his fists.
"One person, one dragon flag!
The remaining 3,742 people were all slaughtered in a foreign country and will never come back!"
With a crisp sound, the jade fan in Liu Mingzhi's hand slipped quietly onto the table, rolled twice, and stopped at the edge.
Liu Mingzhi fell down on the stool weakly, staring blankly at Song Qing's sad expression, his eyes becoming heavy.
"One...only one person came back?"
"Yes, only Lu Fengshuang, the second son of the Lu family, came back, and he hurried back over mountains and rivers carrying our big dragon flag.
I started returning to my Dalong territory around October last year, and finally returned to Ganzhou City a few days ago!"
With trembling arms, Liu Mingzhi picked up the tea on the side and moved it towards the corner of his mouth, but the amount he drank was not as much as it dripped on his clothes.
“More than three thousand people! More than three thousand people!
It has been more than two years since I established the new dynasty. Even in the past two years, various state capitals have suffered from natural and man-made disasters, and more than 3,000 people have been killed or injured in one fell swoop!
Now, more than 3,000 people are gone like this?
It is not clear whether it was the local court who took action? Or the local bandits and robbers.
According to the letter, people from the two imperial courts coveted the money and goods of the caravan and joined together to kill and loot!
The specific situation has yet to be determined.”
There was a muffled sound, and the teacup in Liu Mingzhi's hand broke into pieces.
"Tianzhu! Dashi in black!"
Liu Mingzhi stood up with evil eyes. He didn't even pick up the oil-paper umbrella. With his joints turning white, he picked up the jade fan and held it tightly in his hands. He walked out of the shack and faced the oncoming storm towards the palace gate.
go in the direction.
Song Qing, who was closely behind, instinctively raised his hand to catch it, holding the gold medal thrown by Liu Mingzhi in his hand.
"His Majesty?"
"Jin Diao passed the letter, General of the Six Guards of the New Army, General of the Six Guards of the Northern Xinjiang, Marshal Wanyan Chizha of the Northern Prefecture's Acting Troops, Marshal Yeluha of the New Prefecture, Hu Yanyu, Marshal of the New Prefecture's Troops and Horses, Bahanna, the Warlord, ten
There are 12 generals including Ashimu, the general of each battalion of the second division.
I rushed to Beijing for eight hundred miles to have an audience, and those who disobey the order will be punished on the spot."
"Got the order!"
"Willow Pine!"
Liu Song, who was cracking melon seeds under the eaves of the restaurant, hurriedly ran out: "Master?
Where is your umbrella? If you don’t open it, you might get caught in the wind..."
"Enter the palace immediately and deliver my oral instructions.
Beat the generals' drums and ring the official bells."
"Yes! Resign, little one!"
The pretty lady standing under the eaves of Penglai Restaurant looked at Mr. Liu who was walking away against the wind and rain, and was stunned for a while.
Is that domineering figure from the back really the dirty-talking little brother that I am familiar with?
She shook her head in confusion, and when Liu Mingzhi's back disappeared into the wind and rain, Pretty Woman also held up an oil paper umbrella and disappeared into the wind and rain.
Chapter completed!