Chapter 169 Chapter 169 "Killing Path, Bodhisattva Heart."...
The sound of weapons clashing.
A white folding fan was placed in front of the snow-white blade.
The blade was sharp as a thread, but it was caught by the wooden fan handle and could not cut into the fan at all.
The white whale-like sword began to tremble violently as if it was sick.
The next moment, the broadsword flew away with a clang, and the folding fan was waved away lightly. The person under the fan chuckled:
"I was saying, there's a pool of mud beside Prince Ding. It turns out there's some fistfighting going on here."
Yun Manyue's handsome eyebrows pressed down hard on his phoenix eyes, his eyes were cold and fierce, and his smile was very cold:
"What? You left your boss alone and came here to show off your power. Are you really that capable?"
Jiang Qiang became anxious and his official language became more broken:
"You, you, who are you?!"
"Don't ask my name."
Yun Manyue stood tall on the eaves, surrounded by dozens of dazzling swords. She casually adjusted her sleeves and said, "Before you die, think about your own affairs."
"Be careful!" Nan Qiongshuang said anxiously. "Besides these, there are quite a few people in the yard! If you can handle it, Gongsun Hong and I will go downstairs..."
"Shuang'er, don't move." Under the moonlight, Yun Man Yueban turned around and smiled at her gently, "I'm fine."
"What a big mouth you have!" Jiang Qiang swung the big knife to his shoulder and spat, "Zhang arrogant boy, use your head as a sacrifice for my big knife!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a shadow flashed, and a thick white blade broke through the air and slashed down.
Yun Man Yue put one hand behind his back and raised his fan to block the attack lightly.
Another white light came towards her. She jumped and spun to dodge it, closing her fan and blocking it behind her without even looking.
A knife shadow bounced back with a buzzing sound.
She suddenly turned the fan back, opened it and spun it again with a whoosh, forming a fast and full white circle.
The fist as big as a stone was blocked by this spinning bang, and the strong man as strong as a mountain suddenly staggered and fell down.
The green-bladed broadsword was raised high and chopped fiercely, the saber smelling of alcohol slashed horizontally, and the sharp spear thrust forward. However, the man in the middle of the big man was not at all worried. With a calm smile, he swung his arm in a circle and waved his fan to cut.
The fan slipped out of his hand with a swish.
Big swords came at her from all directions. She bent down with her hands behind her back, landed on tiptoe at the dot, and whooshed into the air with the momentum.
As his clothes fluttered down, a strong man as tall as a rock fell down with his chin raised.
The white folding fan pierced the back of his head.
When she came to her senses again, the fan was back in her hand.
She still landed among the Jurchens, with a proud posture and her hands behind her back.
The nets on the ground and in the sky are trembling in panic, but the turtle in the jar is able to move around with ease.
Nan Qiongshuang's heart and lungs trembled at the sight. She had seen many assassinations over the years, but this was the first time she had seen someone enter a desperate situation as if they were in an empty place.
Gongsun Hong came over and shook her head: "It's too scary, I say, too scary."
She quickly looked at Gongsun Hong's shoulder: "How are you injured?"
"I can't move my arms." Gongsun Hong stared at the figure tumbling like a swallow on the eaves through the veil, her eyes unblinking. "But we're no longer needed. This is a god, my ancestor."
Nan Qiong Shuang supported Gongsun Hong and looked at the few people again.
In just a few words, the Jurchens' encirclement was broken.
There were burly men all around, but the man in the middle was handsome and elegant, wearing a sky-blue brocade robe. He opened and waved his folding fan, looking as leisurely as a rich young man.
But, the folding fan turned.
The Jurchen's head fell off his neck with a pop and bounced in all directions.
Hot blood spurted out, splashing all over his head and face.
Nan Qiong Shuang racked her brains but couldn't understand how the fan, which was as light and silent as a falling leaf, could chop off a person's head like a knife and even smash a person's skull with ease - even if it could, she was too calm and casual, almost waving it casually.
Her ponytail fluttered behind her, and she looked so handsome that even her sideburns were not messed up.
"That fan must be very special," Gongsun Hong said mysteriously, leaning against her. "It looks like it's made of something special. It's so light, yet it can pierce through human bones without losing its shape. I wonder what goodies the Cangren Division gave her. They really do treat people differently."
Nan Qiong Shuang sighed. She had never expected that she would have the mind to talk about others while the arrow was still in her flesh. "Of course, she took that fan to kill Prince Ding."
"Hey, you're such a big shot." Gongsun Hong poked her with a smile, "Such an important person came just by your call."
"I'm just wondering why she didn't use hidden weapons. That peacock fan has hundreds of hidden weapons hidden inside it, which can be fired instantly. If she had used it, these people would have been killed in an instant. Why wait so long?"
Gongsun Hong smiled and said, "Maybe killing people is fun."
This answer made Nan Qiong Shuang feel creepy.
Although she often kills people, it is never for fun.
The Jurchens were beaten more and more badly. Dozens of them, fully armed with sharp weapons, were forced to retreat step by step by a man dressed as an idler.
The encirclement has long gone.
Yun Man Yue killed more and more wantonly.
When he turned around, another man rushed towards him, with bloodshot eyes and a burly build.
She didn't hide, but just bent her neck, and the blue-white cold sword flashed and missed. She grabbed his collar and pulled him close, hammered his waist with her elbow, turned his head, and found the solar plexus.
Close the fan and knock it with the tail of the fan.
With a puff.
Hot white brain matter splattered everywhere.
But not a single drop of it splashed onto the brocade robe.
She stood there with her eyes closed, opened her fan to block the attack, and her brain matter splattered all over the white folding fan.
The next second, the folding fan moved away, and she suddenly opened her eyes. A cold light flashed in her eyes, and she had already grabbed the thick neck of the person in front of her.
He stretched his finger bones, dodged the attack from behind, pinched with one hand, and swung it away.
The Jurchen man flew away immediately and fell heavily against the wall on the street, his waist and abdomen were broken and his spine was broken in half.
The more Nan Qiong Shuang watched, the colder she felt. This killing method, unarmed and unstoppable, was just that—they had weapons but were unwilling to use them.
There was nothing more for her to worry about here.
She gasped with lingering fear and turned to look at the yard.
When I saw it, I was stunned.
The Duke's Mansion was already engulfed in flames.
The burly Jurchens, with their shoulders slung over their shoulders, silk and satin tied around their waists, and Hetian jade longevity Buddhas and jade Guanyin tucked under their arms, walked forward with their bellies bulging. The silk and satin dragged all over the floor, making it difficult for them to move, forcing them to carry it with their hands. Even their hands were covered in jeweled rings.
One by one, everyone is like this.
Nan Qiong Shuang swallowed in disbelief.
She was wondering why this side was so defeated and the others did not even offer a helping hand. It turned out that they had fallen into a treasure trove and were all planning for the rest of their lives!
"These people must be crazy." She sneered, "They're taking advantage of the situation to rob the Duke's Mansion. They think they can rob the Duke's Mansion? After this incident, Luojing can no longer tolerate this group of people."
Gongsun Hong pursed her lips. "It's hard to say. Prince Ding is protecting him. He's been ambushed this time, so there's no way he wouldn't have someone else around him. This group of Jurchens are the bravest, and he won't give up no matter what."
If Prince Ding does not let go, there will be complaints and discussions in the capital.
There will never be peace.
"But this group of people actually have such courage."
In the courtyard, the three Fuyu guards swaggered out, laughing and joking, carrying items in their arms, brazenly robbing. The women of the mansion locked their doors tightly and wailed. The servants dared not confront them, guarding the door with spears, simply to protect their master. The men dared not even show their heads. Not a single one was seen in the entire courtyard to rebuke their master; they all cowered in their houses.
In the huge Duke's Mansion, everyone watched and heard what was happening, and no one dared to stop it.
Gongsun Hong: "After all, with three factions locked in a standoff, no one can unify. No one above them can suppress Prince Ding. They are his followers, so who are they afraid of? The Jurchens came to the Central Plains solely for money. They have no morals or loyalty. They would seize any gold, silver, or jewelry they see before them. Why wouldn't they?"
Nan Qiong Shuang was silent.
The Jurchens traditionally relied on animal husbandry for their livelihood, having traveled thousands of miles from their homeland because their territory was less prosperous than that of the Central Plains. These people, uninformed by the Confucian Four Books and Five Classics, were fierce and brutal, possessing no ties to their homeland. Naturally, they would do anything for money.
They have robbed enough today and will have no worries for the rest of their lives. They are not afraid of offending their boss at all.
Suddenly there was a rustling sound of wind in front of me.
Nan Qiongshuang turned around in shock and hurriedly raised her sword.
Gongsun Hong was very surprised: "Hey, here they come!"
In the vast night, three slender human figures gradually flew over from under the huge jade wheel. They were getting closer and closer, and in the blink of an eye, they were in front of the people.
One of them was holding a long, thin object.
Yun Man Yue was still fighting fiercely, his eyes as sharp as torches, and in the midst of his busy schedule, he opened his palm:
“Give it to me!”
The man hurriedly presented the thing with both hands.
The moon is hidden in the clouds, and the red tasseled halberd.
The halberd was sixteen feet long, with a sharp tip in the middle and crescent-shaped blades on both sides that were blue with cold. From under the blades, a bunch of large red tassels hung down, like a red lotus hanging upside down.
Yun Man Yue threw the folding fan in his hand outwards, and suddenly held the halberd in his palm. He rotated his hands in a circle, and the halberd that was as tall as an adult man moved like the wind in an instant, and with a slash, it was across his side.
There is a white star on the tip of the halberd.
Her handsome eyes and eyebrows were filled with murderous intent:
"Get out of the way!"
Before the two of them had time to exclaim, the person in front of them suddenly took a step and ran away like an arrow from a bow.
Suddenly, a surge of energy knocked the two men to the ground.
When he looked up, the curved blade of the halberd in front of him was already sharp enough to make him dizzy, and under the moonlight, there was a fragmented and shattered cold light.
The remaining big man screamed in Jurchen language, and before he raised the big knife in his hand, the crescent-shaped blade hooked and the knife fell from his hand in an instant.
Before he could react, the tip of a gun suddenly appeared in front of him.
A peck.
Without a single scream, he fell to the ground, bleeding.
When someone came with a sword, he bravely blocked it.
The tip of the halberd was retracted and thrust, piercing the man's throat.
Before the spear tip could be stained with blood, the halberd was suddenly retracted.
Turn again, pick again, lift again, peck again.
In a blink of an eye, the red tassels were burning all around.
Nan Qiongshuang was watching from the side and could not tell whether the red was the red tassel under the halberd or human blood.
Blood was splattered everywhere on the eaves, red mist was gushing out, and the white iron spear tip stabbed around in the misty and fishy blood rain, making the red mist full of holes.
The red and the white tear and tug at each other, contrasting with each other, looking hideous, weird and extremely cruel.
The person in the middle had a smile on his face, and his posture was as steady as a pine tree, calm and graceful.
——The dashing and charming god of death.
Nan Qiong Shuang was shocked when she saw this and swallowed the cold air in her throat.
Just now, with only a folding fan in his hand, Yun Man Yue had to deal with so many people one by one. Now that he has her Zhu Ying Ji, this man is not just like a fish in water, but like a dragon king entering the sea, going on a killing spree.
Not to mention forty Jurchens, even if their number doubled, they might not be able to contain her.
In a moment, the Jurchens were forced to retreat to the edge of the roof by the red-tasseled halberds, with no way to go.
The white folding fan she had just used was thrown aside casually.
Nan Qiong Shuang saw that there was no need for her - not only was it not her turn to take action, but even those who wanted to take action against her had run away, so she felt relieved and picked up the white folding fan.
Gongsun Hong leaned forward and nudged her veil against hers. "What kind of fan is that?"
"have no idea."
The blood on the fan was still wet, and there was still some warm, sticky white liquid stuck to it. She didn't want to think about what the white thing was. She pinched the fan bone with two fingers, shook it from a distance, and then carefully picked it up and brought it to her eyes.
"It should be the peacock fan. But why is it white?"
"Where are the traps? Let me see." Gongsun Hong snatched the fan away, turning it over and over in her hands, weighing it. "It's so light, is there really a hidden weapon?"
"Nonsense. Who would use a folding fan to kill Prince Ding?"
As he spoke, a scream broke out in front of him.
All the Jurchens were beheaded by Yun Manyue like chopping vegetables, and their heads rolled down from the eaves.
There was only one person still alive, limp on the ground like mud. The ferocious, arrogant, and bloodthirsty man just now was now sobbing and tearing, using his hands and feet to move backwards:
"Please... spare my life! Spare me, spare me... please..."
"Mercy?" Yun Man Yue stood on the ground with his long spear, fastened with a small button on his cuff, and raised his eyebrows.
"Forgive me! Forgive me! I didn't touch those two women." The Jurchen shook his head incoherently. At this critical moment, the Central Plains language became even more fragmented. "I didn't rob this mansion either. I will do as you say. I will do as you say. Please!"
Yun Man Yue rubbed her chin in thought, then set the halberd aside. A leader bent over and took it with both hands. Another leader offered her a cup of hot tea—Yun Man Yue's leader always had hot tea ready for her!
She took it and took a sip.
Gongsun Hong was speechless and stunned.
Nan Qiongshuang was already accustomed to her ease and respectful manner in teaching, so she didn't take it seriously and carefully opened the folding fan.
Gongsun Hong suddenly said, "Why don't you kill him?"
Looking up, Yun Manyue, holding the teacup, waved at the Jurchen woman. The woman ran down the eaves in a panic, kicking the tiles so hard that they flew off the roof. She said:
"Kill to stop killing, stop when the time is right."
Nan Qiong Shuang was stunned and looked down at the fan.
There is a picture of Bodhisattva on the white folding fan, with the five characters "Great Freedom Bodhisattva" written on the side, and six characters written in cursive script on the side, and a big red seal.
"The way of killing, the heart of a bodhisattva".
Gongsun Hong was very curious about her fan, and she giggled and tried to show her courtesy, holding the fan in front of her:
"Where is the mechanism? Can you show it to me? I'm looking for someone to tinker with my Eight Treasures Pipa."
"A mechanism?" Yun Manyue sipped her tea under the clear moonlight, puzzled. "That's a fan."
There was a moment of silence between the two.
Yun Manyue was even more puzzled: "What's wrong?"
The two looked at each other for a long time, you looked at me, I looked at you, and after a while, they smiled dryly.
Lun Zhu had returned without him noticing and was standing behind Gongsun Hong. "You're going to fan Prince Ding with that fan?"
Yun Manyue smiled shyly: "It's to remind me of the heart of a bodhisattva."
Okay, okay, there's nothing more to say.
Nan Qiong Shuang hated herself for not being able to carry anything, even when she was young. Now she hated it even more. She never had the luxury of just saying no to killing. After listening to Yun Manyue's words, she felt dizzy. She supported Gongsun Hong and managed to stand. When she turned around, Wu Dao was already standing beside her. She asked:
"Take some time to come back and look after this. How are you doing over there?"
Gongsun Hong continued: "Did you kill Prince Ding?"
Yun Manyue smiled a little embarrassedly, turned around and put the teacup on the tray held by Jiao Yin.
"There's a Mojiao over there, don't worry."
"You haven't finished your business yet, and you're already here?" Nan Qiong Shuang was anxious. She was most afraid of ruining someone's bright future. "If Mo Jiao had taken Prince Ding's head, the position of Seven Killings Hall Master might have been his again! Why would you delay yourself for this?"
Yun Manyue chuckled: "Some things are more important than achievements."
He has clear eyebrows and handsome features, and his voice is soft and soothing.
The early autumn night breeze blew suddenly, and the branches swayed with the wind.
The breeze has no intention, but the leaves have intention.
The two women in Ji Le Tang who always played tricks on people were stunned.
No one spoke.
Yun Manyue is a man of openness, honesty and sincerity. He never beats around the bush when speaking or doing things.
There was no hidden meaning in her words.
It is precisely because she is frank that the two listeners are not frank.
The two women lowered their heads with hot cheeks.
After a while, Nan Qiong Shuang coughed lightly and tried to make conversation:
"You're here, but Mo Jiao isn't here?"
Yun Manyue smiled and said, "He's obsessed with his achievements and doesn't want to come. It's okay, his skills aren't very good, and if he comes, he might get hurt."
Gongsun Hong awkwardly but obediently stuffed the white folding fan into Yun Manyue's hands, her voice becoming playful and tight:
"Your fan is really amazing."
These words had hidden meanings, but unfortunately Yun Manyue didn't understand them and just smiled gently.
"Don't waste time here. Go back to Prince Ding's Mansion and take a look." Nan Qiongshuang took a step forward. "If Mo Jiao doesn't succeed, maybe we can still catch up..."
The voice became softer and softer, and was cut off like a gossamer.
She collapsed on her weak knees like a white flower that had fallen from a branch, unable to support itself.
Yun Man Yue stretched out his arms and caught it.
Yun Manyue knelt on one knee and took her in his arms.
She was caught off guard and fell into her arms.
A hint of camellia fragrance.
She didn't know why she was feeling anxious.
Yun Manyue looked at her with a worried look on her face, a look of concern and almost pity, and frowned:
"Shuang'er, what's wrong?"
Her body was limp. Only then did she remember that she had been desperate, so she threw a bag of cartilage around. But before the Jurchens could be hit, she inhaled it twice. The amount she had inhaled was probably small, so it only took effect now.
"A little cartilage powder." She bit her lip. For some reason, she seemed unable to look into her eyes. She clutched her sleeves and tried to stand up again. "Don't worry. Gongsun Hong was shot by an arrow..."
Before he could stand up, he fell down again.
Yun Manyue leaned forward and let her fall into his arms again. She was so frail and weak, like a willow in the wind, that she was at a loss as to what to do, and trembled with fear for a while.
The person in his arms still couldn't control himself and kept sliding down.
She had no choice but to follow her lead and sit back on the tiles.
Although Nan Qiong Shuang vaguely felt that something was wrong, she had no choice but to lean softly against her chest, curl up her knees, and sit between her bent legs.
Yun Man Yue saw that she had finally calmed down a little, so he held her cheek and looked closely at her complexion.
She was breathing slightly, her eyes were pink, and there were a few thin pink blood vessels on her eyelids, like broken porcelain that was bleeding.
The fragile state of mind is like a fallen flower covered with dew.
Her heart skipped a beat.
She was always handsome and masculine. With such a fragile body pressed against her arms, her hands and feet went numb. She was afraid of neglecting it, so she clasped her hands together lightly:
"How much cartilage is involved? You can't do this."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and untied a Bodhisattva jade token tied around his waist. He then grasped her waist, turned her over, and tied the jade token around her waist.
"This is my token. Jiaoyin," she said to Wudao, "Take Shuang'er to the Linglong Chess Club to heal her wounds. Seeing this token is like seeing me in person. Everyone in the club will obey. Miss Gongsun is also injured. Jiaoyin, take her back as well. There's no need to leave anyone guarding this place."
Gongsun Hong's clothes were soaked with blood from her shoulder. "Mo Jiao hasn't given us the order to retreat. The operation isn't over yet, so I'm afraid we can't retreat yet. She can't move, so take her away first."
"I told you there's no need to stay." Yun Man Yue Feng's eyes were filled with awe. "If he dares to blame me, I'll take the blame."
Everyone present was speechless.
Nan Qiong Shuang struggled to get up from her arms. Seeing that there seemed to be a splash of red blood between her eyebrows, she wiped it for her with her sleeve, "Wu Dao, take me back. You quickly return to Prince Ding's Mansion, over there..."
Yun Manyue hadn't expected such a caring, overly intimate gesture. If it were anyone else, she would have been a little disgusted. But when it came to her, she felt a little tormented and nervous, and was stunned for a moment.
——Gu Huaijin could never have dreamed that he would be running around with Feiyuwei in the middle of the night, exhausted and tired, and when he looked up, the person he had been thinking about all day was nestled in the arms of a young man. He wiped the man's forehead with heartache.
Is she crazy or is he abnormal.
She was trying to coax him with sweet words yesterday.
She forgot about his wrist injury, didn't she?!
That spot of red blood can't be wiped off.
Nan Qiongshuang was wondering when suddenly Yun Manyue hugged her waist and turned her around to flip outward. She didn't know what happened and suddenly her feet were hanging in the air.
When I looked again, the eaves had become very far away in an instant.
The fog knife whizzed into the sky and disappeared without a trace.
Gongsun Hong lay on Lun Zhu's back, and disappeared into the night without her knowing when.
Looking down, she saw a man in a dark black robe standing resolutely on the wide street, followed by a group of Feiyu Guards in brocade robes with flying fish patterns. He looked up at her with his lips tightly pursed.
Nan Qiongshuang immediately felt something was wrong in her heart.
"Put me down and leave!"
Suddenly, Gu Huaijin appeared behind Yun Manyue and their eyes met.
Gu Huaijin's robe and sleeves fluttered in the air, and his long hair like a waterfall fell in the wind. It happened so suddenly that he only heard the last two words and raised his eyebrows.
He sneered: "...Where are you going?"
Yun Man Yue had the Zhu Ying Ji in his hand without him noticing. He held her with his left hand and lowered himself to the ground.
"He's a strong enemy. I can't take care of you. Wait for me for a moment."
She was terrified: "No! I'm fine, go away!"
"I'm leaving?" Yun Manyue suddenly tapped the ground with her toes.
After landing on the ground, she could no longer hold on and fell backwards like a wisp of white smoke.
"I'm fine, you must not fight him." Feiyuwei was standing solemnly beside the two of them. She pondered over her words. After a moment, Gu Huaijin landed lightly on the ground. She gritted her teeth and said to him, "If you need to run, run. As an assassin, who is afraid of death? Go!"
Yun Manyue turned around and looked at him. She saw that this man was the one who broke into the flower boat on Fairy Lake. She wondered why every time she spent a moment with her, this man would come to disrupt the situation with a violent temper?
Gu Huaijin's voice was deep and fierce, and every word he said seemed to be chewed and spat out from his teeth:
"...You hurt her?"
Nan Qiong Shuang, sweating profusely, advised: "Whether you are hurt or not, I won't say a word!"
Gu Huaijin was stunned. At this moment, he finally calmed down a little. The blood that had just surged to his head subsided, and he met her eyes through the white veil.
Although he was so weak that he could not even stand, his eyes were still clear and bright, as transparent as a snow mirror.
He suddenly understood what she meant.
He acted rashly and forgot that there were so many Feiyu Guards here.
He turned around and instructed a very tall member of the Feiyu Guards—it was Yun Chui, his personal guard on Wuliang Mountain:
"Catch her."
Nan Qiongshuang hurriedly pushed Yun Manyue out.
Yun Man Yue understood what he meant and was about to turn around.
But then Gu Huaijin sneered, "Catch both of them."
Nan Qiong Shuang was startled and turned her head to look.
Yun Man Yue has disappeared.
Only Gu Huaijin was left looking up at the center of the night, his face expressionless and his look gloomy and unclear.
After a long moment, he let out a sinister laugh.
Looking around, the ground was covered with brains and human heads, and headless corpses were scattered all over the ground. The once magnificent and glorious Duke of Qi's Mansion was now in a tragic mess.
The three Fu Yu guards who were lucky enough to save their lives, each holding a treasure jar or a jade Buddha, and carrying gold in their pockets by the hem of their clothes, just stepped out of the mansion and were stunned when they saw him.
They knew this important figure in Beijing.
A prominent figure, as famous as his own boss, had once, out of frustration, stabbed him in the back. For this, the entire Luojing region trembled, and everyone felt threatened.
Gu Huaijin tilted his head, clapped his hands leisurely, and smiled:
"I've heard that Prince Ding's elite soldiers are valiant and skilled in battle. Seeing them today, I see they're indeed the case. I wonder what assassin the Duke's Mansion is harboring. Do you want Prince Ding to destroy the Duke of Qi's clan? Lead the way, come out."
Jiang Qiangben led his men to besiege Nan Qiongshuang and the other person on the eaves of the house, but in the middle of the attack, he saw some of his subordinates breaking into the house to rob. He became jealous and also went to rob them, thus saving his life.
After hearing his name being called, he clasped his fists nervously and said, "My name is Jiang Qiang."
"Jurchens, give yourself a Central Plains name." His lips curved beneath the black silk. "If you can't learn the Central Plains' rules, don't stay in the Central Plains."
He suddenly raised his hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, and held it in front of him.
A powerful energy suddenly gathered around, buzzing and vibrating, and the small stones on the ground jumped up slightly.
The next second, there was a crackling sound of bones crushing.
Jiang Qiang's arms were twisted and curled backwards strangely, like a roll of silk ribbon.
He immediately burst into a miserable wolf howl.
Seeing their general being tortured like this, the other Jurchens were not only indignant but also horrified – having just sent away a God of Death, how could they welcome another King of Hell?!
Gu Huaijin smiled good-naturedly: "Gu would like to advise everyone to go home. Everyone, do you have any objections?"
No one spoke anymore.
The three Fuyu guards looked at Jiang Qiang's pale face and broke out in cold sweats. These people had no respect for morality, only for martial arts. Gu Huaijin's Wuliang Heart Method was well-known in the capital.
After a moment, the three guards of Fu Yu did not dare to say a word of offense. They put down the gold, silver and jewelry in their hands, saluted respectfully towards Gu Huaijin, and dragged their general who was still howling away.
Gu Huaijin stood at the gate of the Duke's Mansion, without saying a word, waiting for all the Jurchens to leave.
After a long while, he finally turned around, his expression as stern as his black clothes, and said to Yun Chui:
"Take her back home and I'll interrogate her myself."
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