"You want to kill Jian Xiu? Who are you? Why do you have such a big grudge against her?" Zheng Guijun asked again.
While saying this, he looked Mischel up and down.
Zheng Guijun knew Jian Xiu's background very well, so how could she have such a big enemy?
If we really have to talk about enemies, they are probably just the villagers of Zhangjia Village.
But those were just ordinary villagers, and it was impossible for them to travel thousands of miles to the capital to take her life.
Look at the clothes and accents of these people...
"Are you Turkic Tartars?" Zheng Guijun asked again.
When he said this, he clenched his hands together, and he looked obviously scared.
"What? Wasn't this General's performance obvious enough?" Mizhil said arrogantly.
While speaking, he raised the dagger in his hand again.
He walked slowly to Zheng Guijun, pointed at her left little finger, and cut it without thinking...
"ah......"
Zheng Guijun let out a miserable cry.
However, before the pain subsided, Mischel cut off his ring finger in the same way.
At this time, Zheng Guijun was almost fainting from the pain.
Looking at Mizhil's eyes again, they were full of fear.
Ever since her son made military achievements, she has been living a life of luxury.
When have you ever felt such pain?
"What? You still don't agree?" Mizhier spoke again.
"You...what do you want me to do?" After a while, Zheng Guijun asked this question hesitantly.
She was in a very miserable state at this moment, with beads of sweat oozing out of her forehead due to the pain.
But she had long since stopped caring about these things, all her attention was on Mizhir's dagger.
I was afraid that if I spoke a little slower, I would lose another finger.
Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly in his heart.
Is this retribution?
She felt sorry for Jian Xiu, and Jian Xiu couldn't do anything to her directly.
But even God was displeased and sent such a person to avenge Jian Xiu?
As the saying goes, evil deeds will be punished by heaven.
"It's very simple. Write a letter to Jian Xiu and Zhang Zixuan and ask them to go to Biyun Peak ten miles away alone!" Mi Zhier said to Zheng Guijun.
As soon as these words were spoken, Zheng Guijun began to shake her head like a rattle.
"No way, there is no way I can agree to you."
Hearing this, Mizhier raised his dagger again and said, "Don't agree? That's okay, just use your own life in exchange."
"But before you die, you can't keep these fingers either."
After saying that, he was about to chop off her middle finger again.
Mi Er, who was standing by, saw this and hurriedly stopped him, saying, "General, wait a minute!"
"General? You are...you are Mizhir?" Zheng Guijun asked in disbelief.
After saying this, Zheng Guijun's face turned even paler.
Just now she just thought he was just a Turkic Tartar, she never thought...
"You know this general, so are you going to do it? You don't think that if you don't write a letter, I can't inform them!"
"If you have the ability, you can just... kill them on the battlefield. What kind of general is it to threaten them with... my old self?"
Zheng Guijun spoke intermittently.
It's no wonder she said that. In fact, due to her advanced age, she felt she couldn't hold on any longer after losing two fingers.
"General, don't be impulsive. If she dies, we will have nothing to control Jian Xiu and Zhang Zixuan."
It looked like he was dying. If he cut another finger, he would most likely die.
After hearing Mi Yi's words, Mi Zhier finally realized that Zheng Guijun seemed to be in a serious situation.
I can't stand my own torture at all.
He is not like those beasts who can do whatever they want and still live to threaten Jian Xiu and Zhang Zixuan.
If this old woman died, what would he have to threaten them with?
"General, do you think we should find a big boss to come and take a look?" After trying hard to hold back, Mi Er couldn't help but ask.
"No, she won't die for a while. Besides, if we look for Daji now, won't we just tell the whole Dashun Dynasty where we are hiding?"
Mi Zhier looked at Mi Er and said with a look of disappointment.
He didn't even know when Mi Er became so slow.
At this time, Mizhier began to miss Mi Yi.
If it comes to choosing between Mi Er and Mi Yi, he would naturally prefer Mi Yi.
What's more, in his opinion, Zheng Guijun had only cut off two fingers and would not die.
After saying this, he directed to Mi Er who was standing beside him, "Brush and ink!"
Knowing that Mi Zhier was going to write a letter to Zhang Zixuan and the others, Mi Er hurriedly said respectfully: "Yes, General!"
"Also, send these two fingers over as well."
Then he looked at Zheng Guijun sinisterly, and when he saw the bracelet on her right hand, he stepped forward, snatched the bracelet from her hand and handed it to Mi Er.
The meaning is very clear, that is to send it over together with the bracelet.
He just didn't believe that they would remain indifferent after seeing these things.
Of course, Jian Xiu and Zhang Zixuan might remain indifferent, but Chi Jinzhong certainly would not.
"Yes, General!" He took the things in Mizhil's hand, turned around and left.
In fact, Mi Er strongly disapproved of the general's trip.
It can be said that this trip is ten or a hundred times more dangerous than what they experienced on the battlefield.
Once their identities are exposed, death will surely await them.
Even after Mi Er went out, Mi Zhier kicked Zheng Guijun hard.
In her opinion, everything that happened today was because of this old woman.
If she wasn't an enemy of Jian Xiu, why wouldn't Jian Xiu live in Pingyuan Marquis' Mansion?
Mi Er, who was going out at this time, did not dare to delay at all. As soon as he went out the door, he covered his true appearance.
When he saw the beggar next to him, he took out a silver ingot from his pocket and handed it to him, saying:
"As long as you deliver this letter to the Marquis of Pingyuan's mansion, this ingot of silver will be yours. What do you think? Do you agree?"
"Yiyiyi!" said the beggar, nodding his head repeatedly.
After taking the letter from Mi Er, he hesitated for a moment and asked, "This letter shouldn't be something dangerous, right?"
"How could that be? It's just an ordinary letter."
The beggar was cautious and asked, "Why don't you go and send it off yourself?"
Mi Er choked, obviously not expecting the beggar to ask such a question, and asked back angrily: "So are you going to give it to me or not?"
"Send, send, send!" the beggar said hurriedly.
It was a rare opportunity to receive money, and delivering the letter was not a hard job, so he would naturally agree.
What's more, he has been hungry for many days. If he doesn't eat something, he might starve to death one day.
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