Chapter 573 (2/2)

The living soldiers, doctor Yi Dao, can still be cured, but those soldiers who died for the country, the severe poison contained in their bodies can not be dissolved, and because of the accumulation of their bodies, the living people were poisoned again, spread on a large scale, and almost formed a plague. The matter was found under the ink King's hall. In order to take into account more living people, the fire went on.

The letter is neither long nor short.

The names are mentioned and written at the bottom.

After reading the whole letter, the people lamented one after another: ”it's such a thing...”

”No wonder you want to burn the body.”

”This little marquis is wronged, and his highness King Mo is helpless.”

There was a sudden strange voice in the crowd: ”could it be made up by his Highness the king of ink?”

The onlookers turned their heads to the man and scolded him, ”what are you talking about? There are 80% of the officers and soldiers' joint signatures and fingerprints under here. How can it be?”

”Yes, that mountain is my brother. I can recognize his handwriting.”

”That dry collar is my uncle, and I can recognize his handwriting.”

”I recognize it, too!” Han SA suddenly came over.

”Ah? Which name on this list is yours?” The people saw that Han SA was the man who had just received the list from Xiao mubai at the north gate, and looked at him suspiciously.

”What I recognized was this, Nie Hongyang, the personal leader of his royal highness Yu.” Cold SA pointed at the man who had just made a strange voice and sneered at the corner of his mouth: ”leader Nie, you're all right.”

Nie Hongyang smiled awkwardly and bowed his head, but saw more and more feet gathered under his feet.

As soon as he looked up, the people surrounded him.

”Your Highness King Yu must have sent you to continue to entrap your highness King mo.”

”Bah, if you have a master who is fishing for fame, how can your subordinates be better?” One person in the crowd took the lead in spitting, and the rest of the people followed suit.

Nie Hongyang didn't dare to fight these people in front of Dali temple. What's more, now the people have taken a different look at King Yu's residence.

Nie Hongyang can only jump and plans to leave first and report back to the government.

But the moment he flew up with his toes light.

Xiao mubai came and patted Zang Hong's horse with his palm. His body soared into the air. He jumped three or four feet, leaned over and pressed Nie Hongyang's shoulder, which was already in the air, and pressed him down again.

”I've seen your Highness the king of ink.” Nie Hongyang was pressed back by him and had to kneel down on one knee to salute him.

”Take a word to your master. When the king marched and fought, he was still in the imperial garden and mud.” Xiao mubai stood sideways in front of him with his hands behind him. His face was cold and solemn, and his expression was without waves. He didn't even look at him: ”although there are any pickling methods, the king has a clear conscience, but is his heart empty?”

The onlookers burst into laughter and pointed to Nie Hongyang, echoing Xiao mubai: ”do you hear me, go back and ask him if he is empty?”

Although Xiao Yanjun was humiliated, Nie Hongyang's face at this time was also very embarrassed, and his face turned red.

But he couldn't answer it yet. He could only respectfully reply: ”my subordinates leave...”