"Stop, we will spend the night here tonight, and we will rush to the morning tomorrow." In front of an abandoned Taoist temple, Sima Ji Yi pulled the horse rope and stopped, untied the hemp rope around his waist, and then jumped off the horse.

Sima Ji shied his fingers twice, and he took a breath of cold air. The scorching pain inside his thigh was so real, which was why he could ride a horse, but traveled was all about taking a car. This was the emergency situation, and he didn't care about so much.

After a while, the pain was slightly lighter and everyone entered the Taoist temple. The population of the Three Kingdoms melee decreased by four-fifths. Although after the recovery of the Jin Dynasty, even considering that the gentry concealed the population, the population of the Jin Dynasty was now far less than half of the Han Dynasty. Considering that many local tyrants had appeared in the Eastern Han Dynasty, the number gap was even larger.

Similar to the abandoned Taoist temple in front of you, it is definitely not uncommon in the Central Plains. Several guards surrounded the wood for a long time and finally managed to attract fire. The dark broken Taoist temple became bright, but there was no sense of solemnity in the treasure, but it was like a bright ghost fire drifting away with the wind.

"Criminal, we checked the horse's hooves. A man and two horses all the way, and the horse's hooves were not worn seriously." The guard who checked the horse's hooves came in and said, "We are about to enter the boundary of Youzhou. We will travel through Fanyang Country one day tomorrow and we will be able to return to Jicheng."

"Okay, feed the horses more fodder." Sima Ji sat down in a very slow motion, like an old man in his seventies. Just as he was about to speak, he heard several guards shouting to the corner, "Who, get out."

The jumping movement can definitely be called agile and strong internal strength. It is impossible to see the way of the thigh without decades of hard work. The side effect is that the thigh feels like a whip is stained with cold water.

"Criminal, Prince?" Several guards pulled out a few children from the grass in the corner and waited for orders in front of Sima Ji.

"You guys talk to me later!" Sima Ji stood there gritted his teeth for a long time before he looked at the culprits. Then the three children came into view. They looked only six or seven years old, and their faces were dirtier than he had been on the road these days. They could not be called clothes at all. It was more appropriate to say that they were torn sacks on their bodies. They could not even see what color they turned out to be.

"Give some food to give a few children, forget it, Jicheng later." Sima Ji breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how much he had, he could not send it to these poor people.

After everyone finished eating dry food, Sima Ji sat in the place without saying a word for a long time. The news brought by Yan Yan was very sudden. Sima Ji, the king of Yan, had been ill for three years. He always thought that Sima Ji could survive in a few years. But when things were about to come, he felt a sense of absurdity and couldn't help but say, "How could this happen?"

When Sima Ji heard the news, his mind was confused and filled with at a loss. So he fainted and used fainting as a buffer to figure out what to do.

Then he went to the palace and asked to leave Luoyang and bring a group of guards to the road. There were only some female relatives left in Yong'an, and they would let these female relatives come back after they finished the work.

"Criminal, life and death are fateful. The King of Yan is seriously ill. You have to make a decision on everything in the country's ban." Yan Yan also saw that Sima Ji was in a mess and couldn't help but comfort him, "The autumn harvest is coming soon, and the country's ban will be in good weather this year. The people can have a good New Year!"

"Why are he my father? This is not suitable for saying it now." Sima Ji glanced at Yan Yan coldly. If any vassal king had such a group of staff, the rebellion of the Eight Kings of the Jin Dynasty would not be surprising at all.

It should not be surprising, for many people, there is no room for improvement under the nine-grade Zhongzheng system. It is not surprising that many people expect the arrival of troubled times.

But Sima Ji was still shocked when Yan Yan could say such a thing. The King of Yan had long been unable to be a director. Yan State has been operating in the past few years. Even if he had the kindness of Yan Yan, the other party should not speak at this time.

"What do you say about those wives and concubines?" Sima Ji asked about the current situation of the Yan Prince's Mansion.

"Criminal, isn't it the same for the female family at critical moments? The six gods are in vain, and they are waiting for the prince to go back." Yan Yan observed Sima Ji's expression, not knowing the prince's true thoughts, and gestured, "If the prince thinks that these wives and concubines are troublesome, we can force them to be buried with them."

"The Yan Prince's Mansion is not short of those bowls and chopsticks, and this matter will be handled in the future." Sima Ji seemed to know this mediocre thing on the first day. You are also a cruel and ruthless character? Why didn't I find this at the beginning?

Sima Ji twisted his body with his back and looked at Yan Yan, who was originally honest. Is it a person who changed the environment or the environment that changed the people? He felt funny about the world. If he obeyed the other party's burial, what would it be spread throughout the world? To be honest, for ordinary people who are unrelated, no one will care about their own affairs, at most they would be talking behind the scenes.

However, if it is heard in Jia Nanfeng's ears, it is hard to say what it will turn into. The one who controls the Jin Dynasty in the next ten years will be a woman who attaches importance to filial piety. As soon as his father died, he forced his female family to be buried with him?

He stared at Yan Yan for a long time. Facing Sima Ji's gaze, Yan Yan said softly with some discomfort, "Criminal?"

"Oh, nothing! You're good, but not suitable." Sima Ji's smile was so natural. He hoped that the aides of other vassal kings would be the same as Yan Yan, so that many opponents could be reduced in the future.

God is good to Jia Nanfeng, and he gave an opponent like Yang Jun. He was approaching Youzhou and the weather was getting colder at night. Sima Ji looked at the three little boys who were very pitiful and took some clothes for them, preparing to take them on the road the next day.

After a night of rest, Sima Ji was about to set off on the road the next day when he heard the guards coming over to report, "Criminal, all three children have been castrated."

"What? What's going on?" Sima Ji, who had already grabbed the reins, asked in surprise, "How did you do it?"

"I heard from one of the children that they were bought as medicine and were castrated and treated by the princes of a wealthy family." Li Shan also said with some sympathy, "There are ten children in total, and they were released after being castrated. Now only three are left in this Taoist temple."

"Treat the disease? The medicine is good! Good!" Sima Ji nodded with a sneer, "What to take to replenish what you want? Which Mongolian doctor prescribed? Has the wound healed? Take them back to Youzhou. Now we still have something to do, so we can't delay."

Mongolian doctor? What is this? Li Shan didn't know why, but it sounded like a Hu person's name.

If it weren't for the important matters, Sima Jifei would have to stay here to check it out, but he was discouraged again. If he was really a gentry, such a thing would not be able to do anything to the other party.
Chapter completed!