Gao Xunzhi was stunned for a moment. He looked at Qu Yunmie first, but Qu Yunmie lowered his head, so he couldn't see his reaction.
After a pause, Gao Xunzhi said, "Yes, and quite a few. In the village where Yuan Baifu was born, half of the people had the surname Yuan. They all fled and later joined the Zhenbei Army. Yuan Baifu's father had four brothers, all of whom married. Yuan Baifu himself had a younger sister who married to Pingyang City a few years ago. As for himself... he had two concubines, but no wife."
Xiao Rong looked puzzled. This was his blind spot. He could only ask obscurely, "Are there many people like Yuan Baifu in the Zhenbei Army who take concubines before marrying a wife?"
Gao Xunzhi: “…”
He glanced at Qu Yunmie secretly, then thought again, what is he afraid of? It is Qu Yunmie's problem that he cannot control his soldiers. As an elderly soldier, he has been away from the army for nearly half a year.
After thinking about it, Gao Xunzhi calmed down. He answered Xiao Rong: "Not many. Soldiers in the army either marry directly or go out to have affairs. Why would they marry a few concubines first, then have to support them and worry about their future wives being unhappy?"
Yeah, why bother.
But Yuan Baifu did just that. Perhaps he wanted to reserve the position of wife for the woman he really loved, or perhaps he wanted to reserve this position for a woman of higher status.
But no matter which one it was, Xiao Rong felt awkward, just like the current rebellion. Xiao Rong tried to understand Yuan Baifu's behavior, but he could only understand half of it. He couldn't figure out the other half no matter what, so he couldn't answer Qu Yunmie's question.
That day, Qu Yunmie roared and questioned everyone around him, hoping that someone could give him an answer to the problem of Sen Wan's plan. However, only Yuan Baifu could give the answer, and the answer he gave was definitely not what Qu Yunmie wanted to hear.
Sighing, Xiao Rong put down the cake that he couldn't chew, and looked at Gao Xunzhi: "What does the Prime Minister plan to do with his family?"
Gao Xunzhi looked at Qu Yunmie again, and this time the latter reacted. His hand moved slightly backwards, as if he subconsciously wanted to touch the Xueyinchou Spear behind him, but he was not carrying it, so his hand dropped again.
Gao Xunzhi's heart skipped a beat when he saw his move. He didn't dare to let Xiao Rong see it. There were already enough hidden conflicts between the two of them, and there didn't need to be another obvious one to make them drift further apart.
He hurriedly said to Xiao Rong, "Of course they will be sent away! All his immediate family members and the two concubines will be sent out to the Zhenbei Army as exiles. As for the rest of his clansmen, let them guard the pass and do not allow them to return to Chenliu!"
Xiao Rong: “…”
Looking at Gao Xunzhi's resolute look, he couldn't help but blinking. In fact, he felt that it was a bit too much. After all, Yuan Baifu's brilliant idea was unknown to his clansmen. What's more, all those with the same surname would be sent away. How many people would that be?
But Yuan Baifu was in a special position after all. Gao Xunzhi did this probably to appease Qu Yunmie's anger. Moreover, after this catastrophe, Yuan Baifu's clansmen would have a hard time anywhere. Chenliu was the political center, and all the generals would gather here in the future. If they stayed, they would probably be bullied to death. It would be better for them to go far away to a place where no one knew Yuan Baifu and no one knew Wang Xinyong. ... This was a bit difficult. The generals guarding the pass generally knew Wang Xinyong because they had studied under Wang Xinyong. Although they failed in their studies, their friendship was always preserved.
Xiao Rong didn't know this, so he felt it was okay for now. The pancake was indeed a bit choking, and he didn't need to be involved in formulating tactics, so he went out to find hot water.
He greeted Gao Xunzhi, and Gao Xunzhi watched him leave with a smile. As soon as Xiao Rong left, Gao Xunzhi's face changed instantly.
He looked at Qu Yunmie warily: "What do you want to do?"
Qu Yunmie raised his eyes: "Do you still remember how I dealt with Li Xiuheng's family?"
Gao Xunzhi's expression became even uglier: "But that was ten years ago, and the situation back then was different from today!"
Qu Yunmie: "What's the difference? They are all powerful people who betrayed the Zhenbei Army. Li Xiuheng abandoned the army and fled. Yuan Baifu killed his comrades, disobeyed military orders, and sold out his subordinates for fame. I will not kill Yuan Baifu directly. I will kill his family first, and then kill him."
Gao Xunzhi opened his mouth slightly, he knew that it was wrong to do so, but he couldn't say anything to stop Qu Yunmie, because that was the way the world was, and that was how everyone dealt with traitors, and that was human nature. If you hated someone so much and wanted him to be miserable, the only options were to torture him physically or psychologically. Most people would choose the latter, because only by destroying a person's soul could you experience the greatest pleasure of revenge.
But then again, generally only people who know each other will choose this approach. Only when they understand each other will they know how to destroy each other. If they are strangers, they will be more tolerant of the enemy and willing to give the other party a quick death.
While Qu Yunmie was planning how to execute Yuan Baifu's entire clan, Xiao Rong was still boiling water outside.
There was nothing wrong with his body, he was just a little sleepy, which was a sequelae of working at a high intensity for two days, not the effect of the system.
Yuan Baifu had gone too far this time, and people of this era were accustomed to collective punishment, so Xiao Rong didn't notice anything unusual.
When the water was ready, Qu Yunmie came out of the tent and saw Xiao Rong sitting in front of the open space. He paused and asked, "Why don't you go in and boil the water?"
Xiao Rong sniffed, he seemed to have a cold: "It's stuffy in the tent, come out and get some fresh air, would you like some water, my king?"
Qu Yunmie: "Why not tea?"
Xiao Rong touched his nose and said, "I didn't bring any tea leaves."
It was a very simple sentence, but it suddenly made Qu Yunmie feel depressed. If it hadn't happened, Xiao Rong would still be sitting in the carriage, looking at those books all day, planning what delicious food to eat after returning to Chenliu. He said that this was called autumn fat replenishment. This autumn he didn't gain any weight, but lost several pounds instead. When he returned to the palace, he had to make it all up.
Sometimes I blame him, and sometimes I feel guilty towards him; sometimes I think I am the best in the world, and sometimes I feel that if you follow me you will have to suffer. I want to give you many good things, but in the end, what I really put in your hands is hard work and suffering day after day.
Xiao Rong was squatting. He raised his head and looked at Qu Yunmie in confusion. He didn't say anything, so why did Qu Yunmie suddenly become depressed again?
Xiao Rong thought about it and felt that it was still Yuan Baifu's problem. Ever since Yuan Baifu's rebellion, Qu Yunmie seemed to have suddenly entered menopause, with mood swings to an absurd degree. He could not help much in this matter, so he could only divert Qu Yunmie's attention: "The king came out, is he going to attack the city?"
Qu Yunmie adjusted his breastplate, then lowered his head and hummed.
Xiao Rong blinked: "Then... My king, please take care?"
Qu Yunmie: “…………”
The depression disappeared, Qu Yunmie raised his head and returned to his unhappy state.
He held his breath, turned around and was about to leave, but just after taking two steps, his hand was gently grabbed by someone.
Qu Yunmie turned around, and before he could see clearly, a cup of hot water was stuffed into his hand. It should have been boiling hot, but the cup was made of ceramic, the workmanship was not very good, and the wall of the cup was very thick, so it was only warm to the touch.
Xiao Rong raised his face and smiled at him: "The hot water will warm your body so that your hands and feet won't be stiff. You can go earlier and come back earlier."
Qu Yunmie held the ceramic cup. This small cup of water did drive away some of the coldness for him, but he did not lower his head to drink it. He just continued to look at Xiao Rong hesitantly: "You..."
Aren't you angry with me?
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