Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 205: Don't Use the Spring Rain to Wash My Blood
This world-wide war against the Tang Dynasty began with a conspiracy by the Yan State to become the capital, but the real turning point occurred in Qinghe County. The rebellion launched by the feudal clans in Qinghe County destroyed the Tang Dynasty Navy and dyed the lakes of Daze red.
Later, the allied forces of the Xiling Temple invaded north through the road, and the Zhennan Army was unable to rush to help. If the academy disciples had not paid the tragic price of serious injuries and even broken arms to defend Qingxia, the Tang State might really have been destroyed.
This was the first rebellion in the territory since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, and according to the news returned afterwards, the scene at that time was extremely bloody and horrific. Therefore, compared with the powerful Xiling Temple and the Golden Tent Royal Court, the Qinghe County clans were the most important military and civilian forces of the Tang Dynasty.
The most angry object.
The clans in Qinghe County still behaved themselves, especially in order to win the trust of Li Yu and ensure the suddenness of the rebellion, they left hundreds of clansmen as hostages in Chang'an City. There was no shortage of important figures from the clans among these clansmen.
After the news spread back to Chang'an City, these
Human beings naturally became the top priority of Tang State's surveillance. The people in the guild hall once tried to escape and almost succeeded, but were eventually captured by the ruthless means of Shangguan Yangyu, the shameless governor of Chang'an. Since then, they have
I can no longer take a step out of the clubhouse.
There were two different opinions in the Tang Dynasty on how to deal with the children of the various clans in Qinghe County. One group believed that all these people should be killed as quickly as possible and with the cruelest punishment. Only in this way can the rebels in Qinghe County be frightened and sacrificed at the same time.
The other faction believed that if they wanted to frighten the rebels in Qinghe County and contain the various clans, they should control the sons of the various clans as bargaining chips.
With the arrival of the Xiling Temple mission, especially with the sudden change in the current situation, the peace treaty between the two parties is about to be signed. No matter which faction's opinion is no longer important, Datang officials can only watch these people being taken out of the guild hall.
, and then sent him back to Qinghe County. No matter how unwilling he was, he could only remain silent.
At this moment, Ning Que walked into the Qinghe Guild Hall. What greeted him was a middle-aged official, wearing the official uniform of the Tang Dynasty, but without a crown, with straight eyebrows and bright eyes, and a dignified appearance.
"I've met Mr. Thirteen." The middle-aged official said calmly and politely.
Ning Que said: "Since you don't admit that you are from the Tang Dynasty, why are you still wearing the official uniform of our dynasty?"
This middle-aged official's surname was Cui Mingyuan. He was the second son of Mr. Cui Clan of Qinghe County. He had been an official in Chang'an City for many years and held an idle position in the Ministry of Rites before the war.
Although the Qinghe Guild Hall was under the strictest surveillance and supervision at all times, the imperial court did not deliberately humiliate the children of these various clans. Daily living was provided as usual. However, hundreds of people lived in the Guild Hall. There was no such thing as casual clothes.
So Cui Yuan always wore old official uniforms.
Cui Yuan's smile was a little bitter, and he said: "I am an official of the Tang Dynasty. The elders in the clan are ignorant and confused and dare to be rebellious. It really has nothing to do with us."
Most people might have some considerations because of these words, but Ning Que would not. He didn't care whether Cui Yuan's attitude was true or false at this time. He only knew that this man was the second son of Mr. Cui and an important figure among the clans.
He said: "I heard that the old man has several grandchildren who he loves very much, and they are also in the guild hall?"
Cui Yuan looked at his expression and knew that there was no need to hide in front of Mr. Thirteen. He bowed his head to the ground and sighed, "Please calm down, sir."
Ning Que said: "Calming down anger is like being cautious. It is very difficult. What's more, the people of the Tang Dynasty always thought that Qinghe County was their own, and the rebellion of the various clans was a stab in our back. Do you think that in this case,
Can the people living in this city still greet you with a smile?"
The expression on Cui Yuan's face was a little ugly, and he said: "Thousands of generations of poetry and calligraphy have been handed down by generations of surnames, which are older than the history of Chang'an City. Now I just want to go back to a thousand years ago, and I really don't dare to call myself a rebel."
Ning Que said: "That makes sense. I know what you are worried about. Otherwise, with the way you behave, even if I am trapped here and I am a bad guest, I will never be without a cup of tea."
Cui Yuan smiled bitterly and said: "Who is not afraid of death? I am too worried, sir, please forgive me."
Ning Que said: "Although I can't calm down my anger, I have to tell you something very unwillingly when I come here today. The Xiling Temple wants to protect hundreds of your lives."
When he said this, he always paid attention to the expression on Cui Yuan's face, and saw that the man remained calm after hearing the news, but there was a hint of joy in his eyes.
This is exactly what he wanted to see.
Cui Yuan bowed his head to the ground again in front of him, and said with a trembling voice of gratitude: "Even though I know how angry I am, I am still very grateful. After I return to Qinghe, I will definitely restrain my clansmen and make peace with the Tang Dynasty."
Ning Que admired this man's performance very much and thought that the Qinghe County clans really had a profound background. Even the men who came to the capital as hostages still performed extremely perfectly under such circumstances. They did not reveal anything that might displease or displease the Tang people.
It is an angry word or breath.
He said: "I don't understand the purpose of the Xiling Temple."
Cui Yuan thought to himself, how could you not know? He just wanted to hear what he had to say. He said bitterly: "If Qinghe County cannot be saved, who else in the world would dare to believe in the temple?"
"rational."
Ning Que said thoughtfully: "The reason lies not in the loudness of the voice, but in the size of the fists. The temple's fists are bigger now, so they make more sense."
Cui Yuan said in a harmonious voice: "The Academy is just a temporary show of strength. Why should you be so humble?"
"I never like to be self-effacing. Even in the world, Dao Sect's fist is bigger now, but in Chang'an City, Academy's fist is definitely bigger, so I decided to reason first."
Ning Que looked at him and said: "You said earlier that if Qinghe County cannot be saved, who else in the world would dare to believe in the temple, which is very reasonable. Then why don't I kill you?"
Cui Yuan frowned in confusion and thought, if you want to kill us, why do you have to say so many words?
Ning Que said: "The clans in Qinghe County may really be able to recreate the scenery they had a thousand years ago. Unfortunately, you and the people in the guild hall may not have the chance to see it."
Upon hearing these words, Cui Yuan's expression changed drastically, and he said in a low voice: "What do you mean by this, sir? Could it be that all the previous words were false? Doesn't the Xiling Temple have 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 your Qinghe County killed more than 300 officials of our Tang Dynasty, more than a thousand people from the navy to the auxiliary soldiers died, and more than a thousand people are still in the Fuchun River.
Working hard in the coal mountains downstream, I think these are more important than the greatness of Haotian."
Cui Yuan understood what he meant, his body trembled uncontrollably, and he shouted angrily: "Mr. Thirteen, do you want to sabotage the peace talks? Don't you want the temple to sign a peace treaty?"
"The nobles in Qinghe County have not been dogs for a full thousand years under the rule of the Tang Dynasty. It has been too long, and you seem to have forgotten how dogs are made, and you have forgotten that to be a dog, you must be a dog."
Ning Que said: "Beating a dog really depends on the owner. The owner definitely wants to protect his dog, but if I really kill you dogs, what can your owner do? At most, I can pay some money, right?
Do you still expect me to pay for my life? After all, a dog's life is cheap, and no human life can ever be worth anything. From the day of Qinghe County's rebellion, you have become the dogs of the 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 guild hall for so many days. I never thought that I could leave alive. Even those children were ready to die.
, why did you, sir, say those words to humiliate us? Is this the way of the Tang people?"
"I know you are ready to die. I told you the requirements of the temple before, not to humiliate you, but to hope that you can have hope again. Hope is so beautiful, and the subsequent despair will be so painful.
Just like the officers and soldiers who died at the hands of the feudal clans."
Ning Que said: "This is indeed not the way I behave as a soldier and civilian of the Tang Dynasty, but I have always been an atypical Tang Dynasty person. In order to return pain to my opponents, I can do many things. I will be very patient, and you will be the first.
The first batch of people who have experienced it will definitely not be the last batch."
Cui Yuan's face was extremely pale. When he heard that the Xiling Temple asked the Tang State to send hundreds of clan members including himself back to Qinghe County, a hint of joy flashed through the depths of his eyes. At this time, those joyful looks had long since disappeared.
There is no hope, even peace no longer exists, only despair remains.
"I vaguely heard some muffled cheers earlier. I think our conversation has spread throughout the clubhouse. Thinking that those cheers will turn into screams later, I feel happy both physically and mentally."
After Ning Que said this, he took out his sword and sent it forward.
There was a soft pop sound, and the sharp and heavy blade slowly pierced Cui Yuan's abdomen.
Ning Que began to draw the sword, his movements were very slow and gentle, so Cui Yuan was in great pain.
Cui Yuan covered his bleeding abdomen and slowly sat down on the chair. His face was pale and his chest was heaving. He seemed in great pain, but he could not die for the moment.
Ning Que walked to the door of Qinghe Guild Hall with the knife in hand.
The Yulin Army and the disciples of the Yulong Gang's Punishment Hall have completed the siege of the Qinghe Guild Hall.
Ning Que ordered: "Kill those who are wearing my Tang Dynasty official uniform more slowly. Also, don't forget to take off the official uniform when collecting the corpses. Those under the age of fourteen should do it more quickly."
"As commanded."
The Yulin Army and the Yulong Gang responded in unison and walked past him with murderous intent.
In the guild hall, a young man from Qinghe County ran down from upstairs, hugging the dying body of Cui Yuan in the chair, tears streaming down his face, and cried: "Father!"
A man from the Ichthyosaur Gang chopped him down in a pool of blood.
The massacre at the Qinghe Guild Hall officially began. People were dying and bleeding everywhere. The sound of blades cutting into flesh and bones and the sounds of miserable cries drifted far away with the spring rain.
Ning Que stood outside the threshold of the Qinghe Guild Hall with his sword in hand, watching the lingering spring rain.
The rainwater on his clothes had dried, but it was newly stained with blood.
Regardless of whether the Yulin Army or the Fish and Dragon Gang were facing certain special targets, Ning Que did not give them any time to hesitate and chose to let his iron sword be stained with blood.
He didn't wipe away the blood because he probably wouldn't be able to wipe it away no matter how hard he wiped it.
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