Chapter 1011

The words of the third prince made all the ministers blush.

It's not ashamed, it's obviously angry.

If they surrender, at least they have a way to live. This is called "those who know current affairs are heroes". How can they be called spineless?

But none of them dared to say so, lest the three princes burst into murder.

After dispersing the dynasty, the ministers left in twos and threes, and their faces were not very good.

Before the royal family died, they had to be buried with them. How could their faces get better.

It's getting dark. The King City, which used to be prosperous like the day, is now lonely and cold, filled with an atmosphere of killing.

The temperature difference between day and night in Northern Xinjiang is large, the sun is exposed in the daytime, and the moonlight is as cold as ice at night.

The seven princes and the eight princes are all wounded. Now they are still tied by violence and hung on the high arrow tower. When they are seriously injured, the enemy still doesn't give them water or food. Their iron bodies can't carry them, let alone they have been spoiled for more than 20 years.

The eighth Prince called weakly, "brother seven... Are you still awake?"

He had been in a coma for most of the day, and now his mind was very dim. His whole body was hot and cold, and the scene was bright and dark.

The seven princes were hanging in the air, hanging their heads, without any reaction.

But his body is still warm and should not die.

The eighth prince was very sad. He was hung in the air. He could see the scene inside the king's city through the high wall.

Not long ago, he was a high spirited Prince of Northern Xinjiang, but now he has become a prisoner of the enemy,

Screw body binding and hanging in public - it's a great shame!

When he was young, he often imagined his future.

In his blueprint, he will always be a man of great fame and status. When did he want to become a prisoner?

If he had suffered such humiliation at ordinary times, he would have tried to kill himself. Would he live in the world?

However, he and the seven princes knew the long strip hanging around their neck and that they were related to the day when the Liu thieves attacked the city.

As long as they live longer, maybe, maybe all the officials in the King City can come up with strategies to deal with the enemy?

Maybe, maybe they still have a way to live?

The eighth Prince knew that the possibility was very slim, but it was better than no hope.

No matter he or the seventh brother, they must try to live, and they must not fulfill the enemy's intention.

So the eighth Prince tried to call the seventh Prince while he was still conscious until he woke up the other.

They can't sleep. Maybe they won't wake up as soon as they sleep——

They were blue with cold all over the long night. When the rising sun rose and the warm sunshine sprinkled on them, they were almost moved to tears.

Is it cruel?

Compared with the evil deeds they have committed, Jiang Pengji has been very kind.

She didn't treat them as pets of fighting animals and let them fight with wild animals; She didn't let them have sex with the beast, so she took pleasure in it; She did not let people humiliate their wives and daughters in front of them, and listened to their painful wails——

She didn't do anything, but they did everything.

North Xinjiang plundered and captured countless border people, men and women, which will come to a good end?

The seven princes run a business. They have done countless business with Chinese women. Those women fall into the hands of slave businesses. Who can be innocent and not humiliated? There are too many cruel and changeable nobles in Northern Xinjiang. Are there still few Han female slaves who are killed every day

The status of women in Northern Xinjiang is indeed high, but it is limited to barbarian women in Northern Xinjiang. Han women are worse than dogs.

The seventh Prince is the executioner, and the eighth Prince is not innocent.

One year, the seven princes were seriously ill and could not be cured for a long time. The doctor in Northern Xinjiang said that if you want to cure the disease, you must take down the Cornus in the chest of ten clean girls, boil them into fragrant minced meat, and then take the medicine prepared by the doctor for ten days.

So the eighth Prince spent a lot of money to buy 100 pure girls from the firm, no more than 15 years old and no more than seven or eight years old.

According to the doctor's command, he took it for ten days, and the seven princes were indeed healed.

Knowing what the eighth Prince did for him, the seventh Prince not only didn't feel cruel, but thanked each other for their brotherhood.

Compared with what they have done, can Jiang Pengji hang them in the air to dry them? Is it cruel?

"Are they dead?"

Jiang Pengji had a good night's sleep. The next day she was refreshed. It was nothing like fighting in the battlefield for a whole day.

The general of Wen Chen was jealous.

My Lord is full of energy and physical strength. He doesn't look like a normal person.

With a sneer, Sun Wen replied, "there's still one breath - they have a big life, and they can live if they hang like this -"

The battle in Northern Xinjiang has been fought long enough. He hasn't seen his good grandson for more than half a year.

Jiang Pengji pointed to the table and asked Sun Wen, "wait another two days, let the soldiers have a good rest."

Sun Wen asked with a smile, "what if Northern Xinjiang falls?"

Jiang Pengji said, "if Beijiang is willing to surrender, it depends on whether I am willing to accept it."

From beginning to end, she did not intend to accept the surrender of Northern Xinjiang. She asked the documentary evidence to write that letter, but playing with Northern Xinjiang.

The seventh Prince and the eighth Prince choked and refused to swallow, just to delay time?

If they find that their suffering is just a waste of effort, it must be very sour.

"The people in Northern Xinjiang are innocent, but their powerful and rich are not innocent. Keeping them is just a disaster." Jiang Pengji's eyes were cold and glittering with cold killing intention, "The people are easy to deal with. As long as they have no worries about food and clothing, they will be grateful. However, those dignitaries are different. Their greed, desire and hope are endless. If they accept their surrender, it will be difficult to deal with it in the future. Instead of leaving them as a disaster and adding chaos to people at any time, it's better to strangle them completely early in the morning to avoid worries."

Sun Wen was deeply convinced of this.

If they keep the dignitaries in Northern Xinjiang, they can do things secretly by taking advantage of their previous information.

As long as there is more information, recovery is easier. This is a disaster.

Lord, you are a person who focuses on the world. How can you spend extra energy on villains?

Jiang Pengji said to Sun Wen, "if they don't want to breathe when it's time, give them a treat and send them on the road."

Sun Wen nodded.

Time flies, and the day passes again.

Jiang Pengji's army surrounded the royal city. Although they did not shout or scold, they also gave them endless pressure.

The imperial court hasn't made a decision yet. Seeing that the seven princes and the eight princes can't hold on, the northern nobles are ready to move and can't help it.

Jiang Pengji was about to have a rest when a familiar step came from outside the account, which was a familiar voice.

"Lord, can you sleep?"

Jiang Pengji got up, lit a candle and said, "Zixiao, come in. What's the matter?"

With permission, Weici opened the tent and came in.

I saw my lord holding an oil lamp, half of his face was rendered warm orange by dark candle light, and his eyebrows were softer.

Seeing that she was well dressed, Wei CI lowered her head slightly and reported back, "there is something moving in the King City of Northern Xinjiang."

Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows and frowned. She asked him, "what's going on?"

Wei CI said, "the patrol cavalry found a basket lying down in the city. There was a man squatting in the basket. This man claimed to be the right confidant of Beijiang."