Yanmenchun

Yuan Zhi looked at her in horror, and looked at her for two seconds before snorting: "Ignorant woman, military secrets, how can you listen to hearsay, Yuan Zhi has a clear conscience about the Mobei War, you listen to the slander, this time I don't care about you for your father's face, so you leave quickly."

Shen Tuchan pressed the sword in her hand, and the blade was almost attached to Yuan Zhi's neck. There was no smile on Shen Tuchan's face, and her brows were slightly frowned. Most like Shentu Lang.

She said coldly: "Master Yuan, you only have one chance to tell me whether you are the mastermind or an accomplice, tell me is it just for food? Or for something else! My patience is limited, and my patience will run out soon. If you don’t want to know, you can go to hell with your secret.”

The blade cut Yuan Zhi's neck a little bit, blood oozed slightly.

Yuan Zhi couldn't help but shrink slightly to the other side, and looked at Jiang Lan pleadingly: "Your Highness, I'm still useful to you, you"

Jiang Lan looked at him with his chin resting on his shoulders, his brows that were originally a bit hostile slightly relaxed at this moment, and he looked at Yuan Zhi as if he was watching a play.

Obviously, he was on Shen Tuchan's side.

Seeing him hesitating, Shen Tuchan looked left and right, and directly swung his sword to chop off.

Yuan Zhi let out an exclamation reflexively and fell to the ground. After realizing it, he hurriedly touched his hair. The hair crown had already fallen off, and the hair on the top of his head was cut off by the sword.

This exclamation did not attract people outside, because Xiao Man had already knocked out people outside when he came in.

Xiaoman saw that he was babbling and not talking about business, so he drew his sword and said, "Miss, leave it to the servant, there are not ten or eight methods of interrogation!"

Yuan Zhiqiang calmed down for a while before looking at Shen Tuchan again: "I underestimated you. At that time, if you came back from the snow mountain alone, I should know that even though you are a woman, you are not a cheap lamp."

Jiang Lan had a different expression when he heard this.

Shen Tuchan smiled and said: "What? People who are about to die have good words? Master Yuan, please tell me the question I asked. I can't guarantee anything else, but I guarantee that your wife and children are alive, otherwise, you know what Miemen is." Is it like it? I can demonstrate it to you tonight."

She smiled, but said something horrifying.

Yuan Zhi said bitterly: "Is this how Shen Tulang and his wife taught you?!"

Shen Tuchan was still smiling, and when she heard the words, she hummed and narrowed her eyes slightly: "Sir, I have always been the winner of the weak and the strong in Mobei. If I only relied on my parents' teachings full of justice, I would have died when I was ten years old." It's on the snow mountain."

Yuan Zhi looked at her for a moment before accepting his fate and said, "I'm here for food, I don't know what he's for?"

Shen Tuchan didn't speak, like a kind woman, she encouraged him to continue with a smile.

Yuan Zhi got up from the ground and said: "He promised me that as long as there is a little delay in the reinforcements, he can give Hanzhong twice as much food as in previous years. The granary in Mobei is also mine. Still rich."

Shen Tuchan's smile subsided, she lowered the sword in her hand: "What is he doing for?"

Yuan Zhi shook his head: "I don't know, we just reached an agreement to get what we need."

Shen Tuchan looked at the sword hanging in her hand: "So, even though you knew it would kill my parents, you still did it?"

Jiang Lan looked at Shen Tuchan. Shen Tuchan's figure was thin, and the bones in her back and shoulders seemed to be piercing through her clothes. She lowered her head slightly, unable to see her expression clearly, and she looked very heavy.

Yuan Zhi nodded, and sighed: "I thought that the Shentu family had no outstanding members. I underestimated you. You are much stronger than your father. You have what your father doesn't have. You are vicious." , and shrewd."

"Who is he?"

There was a wind blowing outside, and the wind whistled fiercely, rattling the windows. Shen Tuchan knew that the wind outside was mixed with yellow sand. It's a nice day.

Yuan Zhi answered her amidst the neighing of the wind: "Li Xiangshan."

Xiaoman's eyes widened instantly, and he blurted out: "How could it be him? Why?"

Shen Tuchan laughed, "Master Yuan, do you know what you're talking about?"

Yuan Zhi seemed to think she didn't believe it, and said in a low voice: "It's him, I don't know what he is doing for it, maybe it's because of hatred, maybe it's because of military power, I'm not lying."

At the time when Yanmen Pass had the most soldiers, there were [-] soldiers and horses. Later, Shen Tulang firmly guarded Yanmen Pass, and the soldiers and horses gradually decreased. By the time of his death, Yanmen Pass had only [-] soldiers and horses.

It's for Yanmen Pass, the current Yanmen Pass is Li Xiangshan's people.

Shen Tuchan was in a trance for a moment.

Seeing that her expression was not very good, Yuan Zhi retreated a few small steps covertly and said, "He is your enemy."

Shen Tuchan raised her head and said, "Really?"

Yuan Zhi failed to answer the word 'yes'.

Shen Tuchan raised his hand and swung the sword, Yuan Zhi's throat was cut without making a sound.

Shen Tuchan didn't stop, and before Yuan Zhi fell to the ground, he took a few steps forward and swung his sword backhand.

Blood splattered everywhere in the room, the front and back sword marks coincided, and Yuan Zhi's head rolled down on the carpet.

Shen Tuchan looked at the head with eyes like ten thousand years of ice, the icicles almost soaked into the end of her eyes: "You go underground to express your feelings to my parents."

Xiaoman nervously looked up at Jiang Lan, Jiang Lan was sitting on a chair, Yuan Zhi's blood even splashed on his shoes.

Shen Tuchan waved the knife, wiped off the blood on the sword, and inserted the sword back into the sheath.

She only looked at Jiang Lan at this time, her eyes were more deadly than before.

Yuan Zhi's blood was still pouring out.

Xiaoman stepped to the window, cut down the curtain made of gauze, and finally tore it into pieces. Shen Tuchan covered the eyes of the gauze, and turned back to throw a piece to Jiang Lan: "Your Highness, let's go."

Jiang Lan looked at the gauze in her hand and raised her eyebrows.

They left the commander in the wind carrying yellow sand.

Back in the mansion, Shen Tuchan was cold all over, she took off her veil, and leaned on the couch covered in dust.

She was choked by the wind, and her eyes were red from coughing.

Xiaoman hurriedly took water to wash her face.

Jiang Lan went to the table and poured her a cup of tea, Shen Tuchan quickly washed her face, took the tea, rinsed her mouth, and drank the rest in one gulp.

Xiaoman put away the basin and said, "I'll let my mother-in-law boil some hot water, you go first."

She wanted to say that you took off your clothes first, but Jiang Lan was still there, and even glanced at her arrogantly. She knew what she meant and asked why she didn't leave.

She swallowed the original words and changed her words: "You take a rest first."

After speaking, he took the basin and retreated.

Shen Tuchan didn't seem to take Jiang Lan seriously at all, she took off her shoes, revealing her socks, and lay on the couch.

Her hair fell down and spread like satin beside the bed.

When Jiang Lan thought she didn't want to talk, she said: "Your Highness, I have troubled you today. I will deal with these things tomorrow. There is a guest room in the house. You can stay or leave if you want, but there are no maids. Your Highness will take care of them."

Her voice was muffled and hoarse, but not exhausted.

It seemed that he was just unhappy because he was choked by the wind just now.

Jiang Lan even heard a little sloppy from inside.