On the day when the iron hooves of the Beiyong Army stepped into Andu County, Feng Yun got up before dawn.
All the people in the mansion were picking up the dried mushrooms, dried vegetables, dried meat, and rice in an orderly manner.
"Twelve Niangs!"
A Loufei rushed into the backyard, breathing with deep fear.
"The Beiyong Army has attacked the city! The Lord of Residence wants you to go there immediately..."
Feng Yun put the dried radish in the oil paper bag, but he didn't look back
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Feng Yun is only 17 years old this year. She was born to Feng Jingting, the prefect of Andu County, and Lu Sanniang, the first daughter of Feng's Yaofang in Xuzhou. She signed an engagement with Sanlang of the Xiao family in Lanling while still in her womb.
I should have married last year
But Xiao Sanlang is the legitimate son of a hundred year old family. He was granted the title of King Jingling by the imperial family of the Qi Dynasty. He has a high lintel and eyes. Before his wedding, he asked himself to guard the mausoleum for the first ancestor, and the marriage was delayed.
"Let my son commit himself to the enemy. Father is ashamed."
"The battle is coming down the city, Father... There is no good plan."
"The safety of all the people in the city is tied to my son."
"Twelve Niangs, my father can only rely on you."
The army pressed the city, and Andu City, which was weak in defense, was in danger. Feng Jingting's tone was more than one, and his haste was uneven. The grand duke of the court is totally out of order.
Feng Yun was terribly quiet.
Since her birth mother died and her stepmother came in, her temperament has changed greatly.
She is no longer as smart as she was when she was young. She has become dull and dull. She is docile at best and stupid at worst. She is Feng Jingting's legitimate eldest daughter who is nothing but beautiful.
Feng Yun didn't say goodbye to Feng Jingting when he hurried to take a bath and change clothes.
She asked Ah Lou to pack the materials stored in the hut into the donkey cart, which was full. Then she quietly picked up a small strange cat with short tail and sharp cheeks dozing on the low table and gently stroked it.
"Ao Zai, we have to go."
"Ah Yun..." Feng Jingting shouted at her, lifted his sleeve and wiped his eyes. His face looked worried, and his voice choked. "My son, don't blame my father for being cruel..."
Feng Yun looked back at him
"..." Feng Jingting choked.
Feng Yun smiled, "I will push my daughter into the fire so that the daughter born by my current wife can marry her brother-in-law in good faith. From then on, Feng Xiao will marry, and the beauty of the country will be at my fingertips... If I were a father, I would like to buy two firefights to listen."
Boom! Be quiet around.
Feng Jingting had the illusion that the sky was falling, and he was at a loss for breath. "Silly boy, what are you talking about?"
Feng Yun slowly took down the curtain cap on his head. With less sight blocking, his eyes were dark, more beautiful, colder, and brighter. A trace of ridicule shot straight at him.
"I don't want Xiao Sanlang anymore. I will give him to you and Chen's daughter, and he will be the one who gave birth to him. From then on, you and my father and daughter will never owe each other."
Feng Jingting's face changed greatly, looking at Feng Yun's figure who resolutely went out
At that moment, his mind was in a trance.
Twelve Niangs shouldn't be like this. She will not be unfilial, will not contradict, will not lose her temper, and will not say anything about giving up.
"She is full of demon spirit and half charming. She has a red face and a poor life."
This is the word that fortune teller approved when Twelve Niangs was born.
She was incomparable since she was young, and no one in the eight counties of Xuzhou could compare with her. She just answered the eight characters, which was her fate.
"Don't blame me, it's her fate," Feng Jingting thought.
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On the streets of Andu City, black clouds are pressing down.
When the enemy troops were about to enter the city, the cries and shouts from the closed alleys of Fangshi and the clattering of horses on the streets magnified the fear in people's hearts to the extreme.
Pei Ran, the general of Beiyong Army, is a cold faced monster.
It is said that he is eight feet long, as majestic as a mountain, cruel and cruel. His rudimentary blood is like a common meal. Sticking the door can exorcise evil spirits and avoid ghosts. Saying his name can stop children from crying.
The King of Hell is just separated by a wall, and the broken city is just a moment away.
The shadow of death shrouded, and the cry was like a sob.
"Listen to the battle drum of Beiyong Army!"
"The city will be broken!"
"The city will be broken!"
"The Grand Priest Feng Gong - I'm down!"
With a bang, the city gate opened.
A Lou held up the book and drove out of it in a donkey cart.
The black wheels move forward slowly, and the donkey cart is lined with twenty Maggie people. They are exquisitely made up, wearing gorgeous clothes and skirts, but their eyes are red as if they were dying.
The wind is wrapped in fallen leaves, bringing a spring scene into the sight of the officers and men of Beiyong Army
As if for a moment, and as if after a long time, the donkey cart finally stopped in the middle of a group of soldiers like wolves.
Feng Yun's fingers slowly stroked the back hair of the whelp.
Through a thin veil, you can feel the naked and cold eyes from all directions.
"Feng Jingting, the prefect of Andu County, presented beauty to the city and led 3000 soldiers and 35000 civilians to beg for surrender to your army!"
No response.
The dark Beiyong army was silent.
A Lou knelt on his knees and held the falling book above his head.
"Feng Jingting, the prefect of Andu County, presented beauty to the city, led 3000 soldiers and the whole city with 358248 people... kowtowed to General Pei of the Great Jin State and begged for surrender!"
Feng Yun recognized Ah Lou's cry.
If Pei Ran refuses, Beiyong Army will break through Andu City.
The men and women in this city, old and young, will soon become piles of nameless bones.
A Lou raised his voice and shouted hoarsely.
Until the fifth time, someone finally responded.
"Take the gift."
The cold voice has no human touch.
Pei Ran may not be human in people's minds. But when he opened his mouth, someone could not help crying. The lives of all the people in the city were saved.
In the past, it was not that no one offered beauty to beg for surrender, but Pei ran refused to accept it.
Burning, looting, killing, that's Pei Ran. The Wanning City, 80 miles away, is littered with corpses. The guards hang the corpses of the whole family on the tower. That's General Pei, who is killing people like flies.
The soldiers looked curiously at the loot in the donkey cart and imagined what kind of beauty Feng Shiniang would be like in the world, which made the great general break the rule?
The girl of a noble family is charming and beautiful. Previously, they could not even touch the clothing corner, but now they are prisoners. This makes the bloody soldiers of Beiyong Army dry and their pores tense and their blood boils.
"March into the city!"
"Here!"
For a moment, the drums were beating and ten thousand horses were singing in unison.
Feng Yun held up a corner of the car curtain and saw only the icy armor and the terrible edge of the four foot Piyong sword
The figure of the man quickly disappeared in the middle of the overwhelming array
He can't see his face.
The donkey cart slowly took Feng Yun and ran in the opposite direction of the army entering the city, heading for the Beiyong Army camp in the roar.
"How are you, Twelve Niangs?" Ah Lou asked anxiously.
Being abandoned almost runs through her life. Feng Yun doesn't feel bad anymore. Holding the thick paw pad of Aozai, she smiles, "I'm fine."
Ah Lou was scared, "What are the Twelve Niangs laughing at?"
Feng Yun put his chin on Ao Zai's head and pursed the corners of his mouth.
In her short-lived past life, she had been the Chong Ji of General Pei for three years.
Feng Yun's life was very bad.
He promised the King Jingling of the Southern Qi Dynasty, followed the great general of the Northern Jin Dynasty, and married the emperor of the new dynasty. I have met the flowers of the high mountains, loved the gentlemanly scum, and even met the beasts in clothing. I have just fulfilled the fortune telling sentence of "a red face is ill fated"
At the moment of her tragic death in Qi Palace, she prayed to God that the scum man who was responsible for her would meet scum women in the next life.
So Feng Yun came back three days before the Beiyong army attacked the city
Life is over again. She also wants to buy two firecrackers to listen to the sound.
