"Since that's the case, then tell me the specific situation of this village."

Gu Qingci had no doubts about Wang Zhien knowing that he would come. Before Su Zhuihe made this deal, he must have discussed with the people in this village. Wang Zhien is the village chief here, the contemporary leader of the four great ministers, and must be the one who knows the most.

As for Su Zhui and Wang Zhien, they were sure that Gu Qingci would agree, and he could understand that he would put aside Tiefutu, the gift that Gu Qingci could not refuse, was simply to allow Su Zhui to accept the failure with peace of mind, so that the Cangzhou farce would end soon, and the wolf smoke that should not have disappeared soon, so he had to take on this matter.

After Wang Zhien asked Gu Qingci to sit down, he said, "There are only more than 2,000 people in this village, and they are all hidden under the hiding of the Qi Palace. I know that although this number of people will be some troubles, it is easy for you to arrange it. The reason why you are worried is that you are afraid that we are the four great ministers a hundred years ago!"

"If there are a group of people under your rule that are loyal to the previous dynasty, no matter how many people there are, you will definitely not be able to accept it. However, I can assure you that this will never happen. In fact, many years ago, the head of the Qi Prince's Mansion had already given up on the idea of ​​restoring the country. However, they were in that identity and could not help themselves!"

"About sixty years ago, the four masters put their younger generations in this beautiful place with beautiful mountains and rivers. Over the years, there were only a few younger generations left. There were only a few who really knew the four masters. Whether it was the prince or us, they all hoped that they would become real ordinary people. Therefore, over the years, no one has ever talked about the four masters. Even the surnames have become a place of mixed residence because of Tiefutu."

"If the Marquis accepted them, they would just accept a group of homeless refugees because of the war. As for Tiefutu, if they took off the armor, they were just ordinary people. They were just warriors, not deadpools, and if they lost the leader, they would not be the invincible invincible army!"

Gu Qingci's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Wang Zhien, slightly moved, and said, "Old sir, you..."

Wang Zhien smiled, shook the grass fan, and said indifferently: "Marty, although the juniors in the village are just ordinary people now, we old guys are still kneeling in the sky and making blood oaths in the King of Qi's mansion. The master is about to leave. What kind of face do we have to survive?"

"In addition, if we don't die, even if you are unparalleled, you believe in us, but we don't believe in ourselves, we don't dare to guarantee that you will have other ideas. We can only use our death to come to your heart and to rest our hearts. Secondly, we must need a reasonable reason to leave here, where does the reason come from if the immortals come from!"

Gu Qingci's index finger squirted slightly and rubbed against the sword. Wang Zhien's words sounded quite contradictory, but it was a realistic and sincere question.

Those who are loyal to the Su family, after going to the Black Domain, it is difficult for Gu Qingci to rest assured that they are. Even if Gu Qingci believes them, they themselves will doubt that Gu Qingci does not believe them, which will make both of them uncomfortable. In addition, if the people who control Tiefutu are not dead, how can Gu Qingci truly control Tiefutu? Could it be that all the people who have five hundred Tiefututu are buried here?

Dead people are already destined. A small number of people died and saved the vast majority of people is the best result for the village of the Four Great Ministers. If the court really attacks in, the descendants of the Four Great Ministers will definitely not be able to leave a living person!

Only when a certain number of people die can there be refugees and go to the black domain to let more people survive!

Gu Qingci was silent. He didn't know what to say, and he couldn't say anything. Although he believed that he was the only one in the world and was well-known in both the court and the world, he could not protect Wang Zhien and his group of people.

This is the reality. Sometimes, if you save someone, maybe you really harm someone. Sometimes your heart is not really indifferent. Sometimes, if you are soft-hearted, you will be more disaster to others!

Perhaps seeing Gu Qingci's expression was not very good, Wang Zhien smiled and said calmly: "Mr. Gu, I know that you are kind-hearted, but no one can change these things. Even the current emperor, if he is willing to let us go, we will not be able to do it. When manpower is exhausted, don't make things too difficult for yourself."

"Actually," Wang Zhien continued: "We have been here for decades, and for most of our lives, and have been used to it. If we really want us to leave, it would be better to die. If we die, we will have the same face to see the old master. However, we are a little sorry for some of the young people in Tiefutu."

Gu Qingci sighed and looked up at the village. It was like a lotus peak, like a grave. I wonder if those who are still sleeping peacefully tonight will be those people who will be sleeping here forever in a few days!

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The war in Cangzhou was getting more and more urgent. Under the leadership of the Old Marshal Chu Zixu, the imperial army almost did not receive much obstacles and advanced from all directions. Only Zhuge Xiu's front line had twists and turns. However, not long after, the Old Marshal Chu Zixu personally took the battle, won two battles, and forced Zhuge Xiu to retreat all the way.

In the middle of July, Zhuge Xiu retreated to defend Henghuang City!

The weather was still hot, and the people in Henghuang City were panicked. There were almost no people on the streets, and no soldiers guarding the city gates were too angry. Their faces were full of numbness.

In the tent of the army in the city, a middle-aged man with his armor removed stared at the map on the wall. The armor on the table was covered with dried blood. The middle-aged man's face was as white as a slight person, but his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the tent. If it weren't for the aura of a soldier, he would be more like a Confucian scholar who was wispy ink.

His name is Zhuge Xiu, the pseudo-Zhao Bingma Grand Marshal!

"marshal!"

An aide walked into the camp and held a tribute in a hurry and said, "Marcedes-in-law, the people sent out to seek help have returned. It will take at least three days for reinforcements to arrive!"

"Three days!"

Zhuge Xiu frowned and said, "I'm afraid it's too late. This time, Chu Zixu had expected that all the people under my command would be sent out. At most, he would lead a large army to arrive. At that time, Henghuang City could not be defended. If he broke Henghuang City, he could drive straight into Cangzhou City!"
Chapter completed!