Chapter 72:

"His Royal Highness, Your Highness is kind." Ayang snatched in front of Zhou Zixi and kowtowed desperately in pleading.
"The son escaped from Jin country. Sending him back would be a dead end."
"Ayang." Prince Ang's usual gentle voice sounded above her head.
Ayang was lying on the ground, her eyes widened, she could only see the floor tiles in front of her, and the dirt in the cracks between them.
Her fingers were trembling slightly in the mud.
In fact, she knew clearly in her heart.
It's over, the son is over.
What kind of people the Prince's Royal Highness is, these dead men who have lived in the dark since childhood actually know better than anyone.
"I am also forced by helplessness, Ayang. I have known Zixi for many years, but my heart is more uncomfortable than anyone else."
A light and fluttering voice above his head came into Ayang's ears.
Two samurai with knives came over and kicked Ayang away.
Ayang watched the two men press Zhou Zixi to the ground, one of them raised a bright sharp knife.
She felt her ears buzzing, as if the whole world was buzzing.
Before she could understand, her body rushed forward uncontrollably. She smashed one of them madly, pulled out the dagger she carried with her backhand, and caught the other's blade.
"Yang, what are you doing?" In the shadows behind Ji Ang stood a small and slender middle-aged man, who held his hands on his back and spoke coldly.
This person's name Jie is the master who taught Ayang these young girls since childhood.
As soon as the voice engraved in her bones that made her fearful, Ayang trembles subconsciously.
Before she could react, she received a heavy blow to the head, and then she got a kick in the abdomen and was kicked to the wall.
Ayang fell from the wall, she covered her belly, spit out a mouthful of blood, and stopped moving.
Jie walked towards her with a sullen face: "How many times have I told you that the only way to betray the lord is death!"
Zhou Zixi stretched out his hand to block Ayang, he took a breath and looked at Ji Ang: "His Royal Highness, let her go. I can do whatever you want, please spare her life, please."
A hand stretched out from behind and grabbed Zhou Zixi's clothes.
"My son, don't ask. I...no longer do it."
Zhou Zixi turned around, and he clasped the girl's hand tightly.
Although she deceived herself, when she fell into the darkest abyss, she was the only person who had given herself warmth.
I once thought about holding her hand and going through the rest of life.
"My son, don't be sad." Ayang took a step forward and raised his head, "I live for the master's will in my whole life. Only the last moment is for my own thoughts."
"It feels...not bad."
She closed her eyes, tears from the corners of her eyes dripped on Zhou Zixi's hands.
The tears were so hot, but the young girl's body was cold in Zhou Zixi's hands.
...
Cheng Feng sat in the palace of Song Dynasty.
In the hall, the ying, singing and dancing are all intertwined.
The palace is magnificent and magnificent.
If you compare it, the palace of Jinyuehou in Bianzhou is a bit shabby.
The host here, Song Xianggong, was receiving his envoy from Jin with great enthusiasm.
After the singing and dancing stopped, Song Xianggong clapped his hands, and a middle-aged man in ragged clothes was pushed up in the hall.
The man cringed, and when he went to the hall, he lay on the ground a few years before Cheng Feng's case, shivering.
It took a long while for Cheng Feng to recognize the gray-haired, haggard man.
It turned out to be Chu Yezhi, his former master in his youth.
Chu Yezhi secretly raised his head and glanced at the person in front of him.
I saw the slave who once thought he could bully at will, now sitting in front of the case.
Xianguanzuiying, scarlet robes, Gu Pan alive, no longer the weak and poor young man in his mind.
Cheng Feng put down the golden bottle in his hand and made a soft noise on the tabletop.
Chu Ye was shocked, holding his head in his hands, trembling all over: "Don't hit me, don't hit me, forgive me, forgive me."
Song Xianggong laughed and said: "The lonely king heard that this person had never known good or bad, and had offended noble envoys. The lonely was very furious, and his property had been investigated, and he was demoted to a commoner. Now he lives by carrying dung and is the same day by day. That filthy thing is a companion, and he is always humiliated by others. Today, afraid that he will smoke the noble messenger, the lone king first ordered someone to wash him, and then he was brought to the palace, and General Ren Cheng punished him."
After finishing speaking, he scolded: "What are you doing there? Don't kowtow to General Cheng."
Chu Yezhi was obviously taken aback. He kept his hands on his head, bowed his head thoughtlessly, and burst into tears: "It used to be the villain, the adults spare me, the adults spare me."
Cheng Feng looked at the gray figure shrinking into a ball.
The images of childhood flashed through my mind.
My young self once lay down on the ground like this and weeping desperately, while the owner sitting behind the desk turned sideways, holding the gold in his arms, showing chilling eyes, watching him being dragged by several noble young masters. Hold the ankle and drag it into the dark corner.
Cheng Feng closed his eyes, and these pains that once made him uncontrollable have now become distant and blurred.
His heart is firm enough, he just wants to look at the smooth road ahead and not be disturbed by the dark years of the past.
He glanced at Chu Ye for the last time and bowed his fist to Song Xianggong, "Thank you for the kindness of the monarch and let him go down. Don't let such a villain spoil my interest in waiting."
Song Xianggong waved his hand to let Chu Ye stand down, and raised his glass in respect: "General Cheng really has a sea in his mind, which is admirable."
After three rounds of wine, Song Xianggong took advantage of the wine to bargain with the credential that Cheng Feng brought.
"The Marquis of Jinyue guards Bianzhou alone and fights against the dog Rong army, which makes the widows admire. It stands to reason that Song Guo should really contribute to resisting this barbaric. But the 50,000 tons of food are too much, so hastily. It is also difficult for our country to raise. General Wangcheng told Jinyuehou that we can borrow 20,000 tons of grain for Jin to help the military power of our friendly nations."
Cheng Feng smiled lightly: "I'm easy to say, but I can't help General Mo's temper. He is in Shaohuang's 20,000 army, and he is upset because of lack of clothing and food. People go to Shaohuang City on the border of the Song Dynasty to discuss with General Mo?"
Mo Qiaosheng led an army of 20,000, hoarding on the border between Song State and Bianzhou.
He broke through the border of Song State with lightning speed, piercing back and forth, and the cavalry drove almost forty miles outside the capital of Song State.
Although he led the army back to the Shaohuang Garrison and did not move, but after a short interval of time, the cavalry arrived at the border town of the Song State and threw a force to frighten him.
The guards of Song Dynasty were like birds of fright. They closed the city gate tightly, and flew over Song Xianggong's table like flakes of emergency documents.
The nickname of King Mo Yan gradually spread in Song Dynasty.
When Cheng Feng said these words with a smile, his beautiful Danfeng eyes raised a beautiful range, and there was a charm in the male masculinity.
If he changed his usual time, Song Xianggong might appreciate this beauty.
Now, he was tickled with anger by the envoy of Song State, who had a beautiful appearance and a very mean tongue.
It was not that he could not hear Cheng Feng's outspoken threats, but he was afraid that he would really go to war with Jin, and he could not come to Taiwan for a while.
Cheng Feng opened the mouth and said: "Now my Han people's world is occupied by Dog Rong three points, and even the king is in the hands of foreigners. If my Bianzhou is defeated by Dog Rong. Wouldn't Song Guoran bear the brunt? Iron Cavaliers, when the time comes, I'm afraid that the loss will not only be tens of thousands of tons of food. Why don't you generously donate at this moment, and help me to promote the country to fight against foreign humiliation?"
He was half threatening and half handed a step.
Song Xianggong slowed his face and walked down this step: "The general is justified. If this is the case, our country will do this to resist the dog. Please go back and pass on the wishes of our country and Jin to the Jinyue Hou. To advance and retreat together means friendship."
"I should convey the kindness of the monarch to help each other." Cheng Feng got up and gave a salute: "I was the ambassador to the left of the guard of the palace. These military and political affairs are not my job. Only a month ago, a lord had escaped from the palace. For the slave I loved, the lord blamed me for not being able to defend well, so he punished me on this errand. I heard that the fugitive slave is now in the palace of the Prince of Song Dynasty."
As soon as he raised his hand, his attendant carried five sheepskins.
"This is the price of the slave. I also hope that His Royal Highness can cut love."
Five stinky sheepskins piled on the luxurious carpet in the main hall is a kind of irony.
Everyone in the hall knew that the king of the Jin Kingdom was afraid that Zhou Zixi who had escaped from the Wei Kingdom was deeply hated, so he used this humiliating way of trading to buy people back.
Prince Ang clapped his hands, and the guards outside the hall carried into a stretcher. There was a person on the stretcher, with scattered threads, covered with a thin blanket, and blood stains faintly seeping under the blanket.
Cheng Feng took off his sword and lifted the man's chin with the scabbard, revealing Zhou Zixi's pale face.
"The ungrateful guy dare to betray the lord, you are seeking your own death." Cheng Feng waved his hand and drew a scabbard on Zhou Zixi's face. "I should have let you run to death behind the carriage. "
There was a wide red mark on Zhou Zixi's side face, and he held up his body, gritted his teeth and said nothing.
"Stand up and follow me."
Zhou Zixi propped his upper body, motionless on the stretcher.
Cheng Feng realized something was wrong, he stepped to the side of the stretcher, lifted the thin blanket, and saw the ankles.
Cheng Feng raised his head abruptly, glaring at Ji Ang who was sitting on Song Xianggong's attack.
Ji Ang said, "This person concealed his identity as a fugitive slave and stayed with me for more than a month. I don't know the inside story, and I treat him with courtesy."
"Yesterday I saw the book of credence and heard General Cheng's words. I knew he had escaped from Jinyuehou. Jinyuehou is already his master and he treats him well, so he should be loyal to him. Unexpectedly, he ran away from me in order to enjoy the peace and wealth, and he was almost unrighteous. I was angry in my heart and punished him a little."
"You cut off his feet and made him useless from now on. The punishment is really very small." Cheng Feng angrily laughed, "I heard that this man was a classmate of the Prince's Royal Highness when he was studying in Wei State, and he has been with His Highness for many years. Best friend. Your Royal Highness is even more ruthless than me when he starts."
Ji Ang has always regarded himself as a courteous corporal and anxious for justice.
Before outsiders, seldom showed a cruel side.
Now he was forced to do it, but was exposed by Cheng Feng in public.
He was furious in his heart, sitting there, his face was blue and white.
Cheng Feng snorted coldly, ordered someone to lift Zhou Zixi, and left on the spot.
The author has something to say: Does little cutie think it's stupid to break his hamstring? Sometimes people just can’t think about that much now. Can’t we say that Pang Juan is a stupid person? Didn't he just break Sun Bin's leg, but didn't cut off his head? Sun Bin was pressed and beaten one after another, and he surrounded Wei and rescued Zhao, and Wei and Han. I guess that at that time, people felt that they were crippled, and that person would be useless ever since.