Soga Ishikawa Maro never expected that Mononobe Futa Shio, whom he thought he knew very well, would solve problems in such a violent way. Until he fainted, he was still thinking: How dare Shuzizi? !
Madoka saw Soga Ishikawa Maro lying slumped on the ground. The blood on her waist was stained red and the cloak was flowing on the bluestone... The long knife in her hand was pushed forward...
...Mononobe Futa Shio turned his head, looked at Madoka with shock in his eyes, and whispered in disbelief: "You believe outsiders but don't believe..."
With a "pop" sound, as the long knife was pulled out, Monobe Futa Shio also fell to the ground, blood flowed out from his back, staining the bluestone red, and at the same time, Soga Ishikawa Maro's blood, each thing...
"I...I...Fata Shio-kun, I didn't mean it!" The long knife in Madoka's hand fell to the ground, and she looked at Mononobe Futa Shio who fell on the ground in despair. A flash of determination flashed in her eyes, and she bent down to take it. She picked up a long sword and imitated the poppy king of Chu. She cut herself with the sword and fell on the body of Mononobe Futa Shio.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, she is indeed a stupid woman, but she is also a useful chess piece. Don't worry, I will give you a generous burial." A young man wearing a plain white robe and a tall black gauze hair crown looked very handsome. Standing five steps away from the three of them, he spoke softly with a calm expression without appearing indifferent. "Bring all the peach branches here and send the three lovers back to the land of hell."
The entourage was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously repeated the confirmation: "Da Lang, did you just promise to bury them generously?"
The peach branches brought here will definitely not be used to make coffins, they can only be burned... Burning has nothing to do with a rich burial, and burning peach branches will imprison their souls, and I am afraid they will never be able to return to the underworld. country.
He took out a long bamboo wat from his sleeve... The king authorized the unofficial and light-weight Nakatomi Kaname to use it. He tapped his palm lightly, and Nakatomi Kaname sighed softly in a calm yet compassionate tone: "The country of hell fears the most. It's Meimei-sama, Ishikawa and the others who kill each other. Only Meimei-sama's incarnation, Peach Branch, can save them from the suffering of the Eight Thunders and reincarnate into the Land of the Rising Sun."
As a descendant of a priest, there is a lot of room for manipulation in many things. Reality can be made unreal, and emptiness can be real. The way of emptiness and reality is all in my hands: I can use my reality to show it's emptiness, and use my reality to attack the other's emptiness. It's like breaking a bamboo and crushing an egg. Therefore, the souls of Soga Ishikawa Maro and Mononobe Futa Shio have returned to the underworld, and I will become a supportive minister of the Land of the Rising Sun. The people of the Tang Dynasty came here just to ask for an explanation, to send beauties and goods, and to agree on the amount of tribute materials each year, and then they would sail away.
Whether they are Han people, Jin people, Wei people, Sui people or Tang people, they all like the hypocritical prosperity of tribute from all nations. If they pay tribute with some crudely made cloth and utensils, they will show the magnanimity and financial resources of the great states, and reward them a hundred times. Thousand times more items to friendly countries. The matter of paying tribute is never a loss-making business, but a beautiful thing where the profit is as huge as the robbery.
What, is it too risky to send envoys from the Sui Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty to sea? Everything is for the King, for Lord Amaterasu, and for the Land of the Rising Sun. How can we hold back because of small risks?
Follower: "..."
What Dalang said made sense, but I was speechless.
"Remember, leaving the heads of Ishikawa and Futa Shio will be of great use to me." Nakatomi Kamako turned around and left before finishing his words, walking down the mountain.
Follower: "..."
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Cheng Zhijie, who was holding a telescope in the building, could probably deduce the truth of what happened in front of Zhijidao Palace by looking and guessing. He handed the telescope to Xiao Yu with emotion and sighed naively: "Shi Wen , it is the Japanese who want to be cruel, and they perfectly demonstrate what it is like to have a tree in the garden, and there is a cicada on it. The cicada sits high up and sings sadly, drinking the dew, but does not know that the mantis is behind it; the mantis bends over to get the cicada, but does not know that the oriole is behind it. Nearby, the oriole stretches its neck to peck the mantis, not knowing that the bullet is underneath it. All three of them want to gain advantage from the front, regardless of the trouble behind it."
Zhuangzi's statement is far less concise and easy to understand than Liu Xiang's: Zhuang Zhou was traveling around the Fan of Cailing and saw a strange magpie coming from the south. It had a wingspan of seven feet and an eye of great luck. It felt the song of Zhou and gathered in it. Kuririn. Zhuang Zhou said: "What kind of bird is this? It has wings that are long and strong, and its eyes are so big that it can't be seen?" When you see a cicada, you find its beautiful shade and forget about its body; when you catch a mantis, you catch it and forget its shape; Zhuang Zhou said calmly: "Imagine! Things are solid and tired, and two kinds of things call each other"! He donated ammunition and fled, and the Yu people chased him and killed him.
If you are not a member of the Hongwen Museum like Yu Shinan or Wei Zheng, you don't like to lose your book bag, and you don't need to lose your book bag to increase your status. Naturally, there is no need to make it difficult for yourself to memorize those ancient ancient classics.
Xiao Yu saw the position where the three people fell, and saw Zhongchen Xiazi turn around and leave. His eyes gradually turned cold, and he said simply and bluntly: "This boy can be used but cannot be kept for a long time. He behaves ruthlessly. There are birds and cunning rabbits in Gu Yue." Legacy.”
To deal with the Japanese royal family and clans, he would be a sharp knife, but he might also be lying dormant, ready to strike at the Tang Dynasty at any time. He might even stage a scene like a fox barking, repeat the old affairs of the Sixteen Kingdoms in the North and South, and invade the Tang Dynasty. Kill my people.
"We have Prince Teng." Cheng Zhijie raised his chin and said proudly. When King Teng said goodbye to Fang Renyu, he sarcastically said, "I'll forgive you for being so treacherous as a ghost and eating my foot-washing water." Fang Renyu was so angry that he shouted that it was insulting to politeness, and then...then he fainted. After walking more than half the distance, he could barely sit up and write a letter to Fang Xuanling to complain.
As for why it is so clear, uh uh uh... Fang Renyu was exiled with his entourage. Of course, he needed to be escorted. It was normal for him to write a letter and send it back to Chang'an during the escort.
Xiao Yu grinded his back teeth, gave Cheng Zhijie a pair of eyeballs, and sneered sharply: "You can expect a twelve-year-old young prince to be worthy of the title of Wagang Mountain Bandit!"
Whenever the evildoers do not do the right thing, the doctor will have calamity and evil to attack him. Although the black beak should also be used, how can he appease his friends and use the trick of fighting fire with fire? Obviously, under the banner of being a teacher of benevolence and righteousness, we tell the world that the purpose of this trip is to save the suffering people of the Japanese country! If King Teng is allowed to get involved... King Chiang's 400 chariots and equipment will be the vassal of the 400 ships. Which country will dare to negotiate with us in the future? In this fight between trapped beasts, the only loser will be the good man of the Tang Dynasty!
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Cheng Zhijie "lightly" touched Xiao Yu with his shoulder, only to see that he staggered and lost his balance, and the telescope in his hand fell into the embrace of the blue sea... His eyes widened in shock, and he asked in disbelief: "You Why are you so fragile?"
Xiao Yu felt inexplicably sad and angry: "..."
What kind of physique do you have? Don’t you have some green trees in your heart? What does it mean to be weak and weak? You are clearly not a son of a man and are bullying an elderly person!
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