Six Hundred and Four: Nansheng Legacy (3)

Feng Zhen smiled and said, "It looks like it might be a big fish that slipped through the net."

According to Jiang Pengji's pissing nature, if there was no profit for her, would she be so considerate?

Facts have proved that Jiang Pengji was really wronged this time, she didn't plan to plot against that person, she just helped out of curiosity.

She understood the sarcasm in Fengzhen's words, and said helplessly, "You are really boring. In your eyes, your master is this kind of person who seeks fame and fortune? Don't allow me to show kindness and take the initiative to lend a helping hand. Saving poor people? Not all for utilitarianism."

Feng Zhen was afraid of the cold, so he covered his cloak tightly, breathing white while trembling slightly, fighting with his mouth not to be outdone.

"My lord has too many criminal records, so I can't help but doubt it."

Wei Ci frowned, "Since you are from Nansheng, why did you come to Dongqing and join the Red Lotus Sect?"

Regardless of how big the Red Lotus Sect and the Tsing Yi Army are in the north of Dongqing, they are just a bunch of mobs in the eyes of many people, let alone the Red Lotus Sect is everywhere to confuse people's hearts, promote evil religions and evil gods, and the Tsing Yi Army levies violently. It's like locusts passing through.

Not to mention that the gentry looked down on them, even the ordinary people mentioned these two rebels with contempt and abuse more than praise.

Jiang Pengji shook her head, and she said, "Who knows what they think, maybe they want to borrow troops from Dongqing to restore Nansheng. Or maybe they fled here for their lives, and they can only hide their names among the people. Dongqing's current situation is like this. Chaotic, suitable for fishing in troubled waters."

Her words made Wei Ci's heart tighten, and his face turned pale.

Dongqing Red Lotus Sect, Nansheng Legacy, borrowing soldiers to restore the country, fishing in troubled waters... These keywords gave him an ominous premonition.

"What's the matter, Zixiao, your complexion doesn't look very good." Jiang Pengji keenly noticed that Wei Ci's face had turned pale, lost all color, and was faintly pale. She couldn't help but asked with concern, "It's snowing outside. It's too big, you go back to the carriage to avoid it."

Wei Ci was stunned for a moment, and only after hearing Jiang Pengji's words came back to his senses, and said embarrassingly, "It's okay, it's an old problem."

Of course he can't go back now, he has to stay and see who that person is!

Just as he was thinking, the man had already washed himself and put on the clean clothes that the soldiers found for him.

The man's stature is almost the same as that of a soldier, and his clothes are quite suitable.

Warm and comfortable.

However, his frostbite area is large, and the condition is relatively serious. His body is a little hot, and the frostbite area is extremely itchy. It seems that there are countless small insects crawling and crawling, which makes people unable to resist scratching. The man restrained this urge, with a natural expression on his face.

"My lord, people have already brought them here."

The soldiers brought the man to Jiang Pengji, who was chatting with Feng Zhen and Wei Ci about the domestic situation in Nansheng Kingdom.

The Nansheng Kingdom was indeed destroyed, not to mention that the four tribes of the Nanman broke through the border of Nansheng, went all the way to Huanglong, and committed many crimes along the way. The massacre order issued by the four tribes of the Nanman on the day the capital was destroyed is just too much to hate. Gritting their teeth, scholars all over the world were indignant.

All the men of the royal family were beheaded and hung on the top of the city, and the female family members were used as camp prostitutes. The youngest was three to five years old, and the oldest was fifty or sixty years old. The woman hugged her young daughter to seek death together.

Rather than linger on and let others humiliate you to death, it is better to be free early and return your soul to the underworld.

In addition to these unremembered blood debts, the behavior of the four tribes of the Nanban using people as food for the army is even more disgusting.

After the fall of the Nansheng royal family, the gentry of the Nansheng Kingdom had to unite to resist the four tribes of the Nanman.

As I said before, the power of the aristocratic family is so strong that it can control the court and control the succession of the emperor.

Why is it so strong, Nansheng still destroys the country?

It should be noted that each family has its own interests, and there are also competition and hostility among them, which check and balance each other.

In the beginning, the Nansheng Kingdom was immortal, and the local noble families in Nansheng didn't care about it. There are three reasons.

First, the Nansheng royal family is gone, they just need to install a new leader, they don't care who is the emperor at all.

Second, the gentry's eyes are higher than the top. Although the crusade against the four tribes of the Nanman, they did not take these barbaric tribes seriously.

Thirdly, Nanshengguo committed suicide by himself, and all kinds of pig teammates also tried to suppress the nobles of the aristocratic family, hurting their vital interests.

Who knows, after the Nansheng Kingdom was destroyed, they did not benefit from it.

The four tribes of the Nanban are not unreasonable at all, and they don't care about the value of the gentry.

The nobles are rich?

Kill and grab!

Nobles have women?

Kill and grab!

Do the gentry have food?

Kill and grab!

Since Nansheng was destroyed by the four tribes of the Nanman, countless gentry were brutally massacred, men were brutally killed, and women were used to relieve desire, desire, and pass on the family line. If there was not enough food, they would be cooked and eaten.

It wasn't until this time that the family of the Nansheng Kingdom woke up in panic, recruited troops, and rose up to resist the brutality of the four tribes of the Nanman.

Under such circumstances, many people must have fled to seek asylum in other countries.

Jiang Pengji talked about this matter with Wei Ci and Feng Zhen, and she also looked down upon the Fourth Division of the Nanban.

Wei Ci said, "My lord, you must not be careless."

Jiang Pengji said, "I ridicule the four tribes of the Southern Barbarians. I look down on them, not because of their fighting power. On the contrary, these barbarians are good at fighting. The Nansheng Kingdom's national strength is declining, and its policies are wrong. They don't complain. In troubled times, the fight is who can fight , who can win a war? In this regard, the four tribes of the Nanman are indeed stronger than the Nansheng Kingdom. But what happens after winning? The four tribes of the Nanman are as stupid as they are, at most they will show off their power in the Central Plains for a while, and they want to establish a stable regime that will last for ten generations. ? Haha, dreaming!"

It is not difficult to fight a war, but it is rare to rebuild after a war.

"A race that only knows how to destroy but does not know how to preserve, create, and perpetuate is doomed to fail." Jiang Pengji sneered, "To speak a familiar saying, who knows for sure that the people of Nansheng will not Counterattack? According to the situation of the Nanman Four Divisions, the interior is not monolithic, if the counterattack is successful, the only way to wait for them is to exterminate the clan!"

Hearing this, Feng Zhen frowned and said, "The four tribes of Nanman have been wiped out? According to the current situation in Nansheng, I look at Tingxuan, and the people don't have a moment to cultivate their lives. The barbarians only need to raise a knife to kill, and the people have children. It will take ten years for a girl to grow up again."

Before the Nanman genocide was exterminated, Nansheng might have died.

Wei Ci said, "Not necessarily."

"Eh?" Feng Zhen was surprised, "Why?"

Feng Zhen didn't know, but Wei Ci knew that the Nanman clan was indeed wiped out.

How could he tell the truth, so he had to show off his magic stick skills in a false way.

"The way of heaven is constant, withering and orderly. One drink and one peck, one cause and one effect, all have a definite number. The four tribes of the Nanman slaughtered no less than 300,000 people in Nansheng, and their crimes are heinous. Isn't it normal for the people of Nansheng to fight against other barbarians?" Wei Ci spoke nonsense seriously.

The corner of Feng Zhen's mouth twitched, and he scolded with a smile, "I believe in your evil, you can deceive others with nonsense, and you still want to fool me?"

Wei Ci smiled wryly.

The four tribes of the Southern Man were indeed exterminated. There were a total of more than 638,000 people in the four tribes. Whether they were men, women, old people, children, or babies waiting to be fed, almost no one survived.

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