The strategy of conquering the national division begins with drawing Thangka

Chapter 4 Death?live?
Uncle wrapped her mouth and nose tightly with a wet towel, and hurriedly pushed her out of the paint room.

When my aunt saw her, she dragged her into the yard, pointed to the blood-red outline on the thangka that my uncle had drawn more than half of it, and asked her, "Look, isn't it beautiful?"

The blood red in the thangka flows under the setting sun, as if it came alive.Bai Zeqing replied blankly: "It's so beautiful!"

The aunt said: "This is made from dried and ground blood aconite."

She approached the thangka, sniffed it carefully, and asked, "Is this the paint that uncle is making? It tastes the same!"

"Yes." The aunt nodded, and said solemnly: "This blood-headed black is very poisonous. In the past, bandits made it into backflow incense and used it to kill people. The poisoned person would die suddenly after only half a stick of incense. The symptoms are similar to epilepsy. attack."

She looked worriedly at the paint room: "Then uncle..."

"Your uncle is using the potion made by pokeweed to neutralize its toxicity, so that it will not affect the color, and it is not easy to be poisoned. However, you still have to be careful and don't touch it. If you accidentally touch it, you must use saponins. Rinse with water vigorously, do you understand?" Auntie patted your head and explained clearly to you.

If he hadn't woken up just now, Bai Zeqing would have been completely cold by dawn.

And it won't leave any wounds, probably thinking that she has an old illness.

Someone is going to kill her!
Ningzhou Zhongjun camp.

Wang Chi stared at the white bearded middle-aged man in front of him, and said coldly, "Governor Shen came so early."

He had just retreated from the battlefield, unable to hide his murderous aura.

Shen Yicheng didn't realize it, he brushed off the purple gold robe very calmly, flicked the hem of his clothes, found a table and sat down, and said slowly: "Young General Wang's anger is the wrong person, right?" He sighed "As soon as I received the news, I led the Jianmen frontier army across Changning Pass overnight to come to support, but I didn't know that the Baiyan city defenders were unable to support even one night, causing the defense line of the frontier sand fortress to collapse—"

Shen Yicheng originally intended to instigate a few more words, but when he saw Xi Yuan, the lieutenant general behind Wang Chi, standing with swords across his face, only staring at him with blazing eyes, he stopped in time and stopped fanning the flames.

Wang Chi squinted his eyes, but suddenly smiled, and his blade-like eyes just melted like ice, and there was a trace of frivolous and frivolous demeanor.

"Governor Shen." He put a glass of wine on Shen Yicheng's desk, "Just kidding, don't take it so seriously."

Shen Yicheng stared at the splashing fine wine, and the faint aroma of the wine came to his face.He raised his head again, looked at Wang Chi for a moment, then laughed suddenly, and said, "Young General, I haven't seen you in a few years, you have a good temper!"

Wang Chi straightened up, pointed to the knife on his waist, and said with a smile, "It is said that in the army, you can cultivate your spirit. Now that I have a knife, I can treat myself as a half-soldier. Hey, I'm more comfortable drinking and playing with birds."

Shen Yicheng seemed to have just seen it, and then smiled and said: "Good sword! You don't have to worry, Major General. I heard that the Holy Majesty loves the Northwest King and the General, and he specially summoned the Major General to return to the capital to enjoy the blessings. This time, the Major General has made great contributions in recovering Ningzhou. I don’t know how to award it! It’s a pity that I am guarding the three counties of Xisha, so I can’t go back to Beijing with the major general to have a drink.”

Wang Chi was quite regretful, and said: "That's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity to eat wine at Xinghualou in the capital! I invite you when Governor Shen returns to Beijing to report on his duties."

"Then thank you, Major General." Shen Yicheng responded with a smile, "Then I'll go to the Sheriff's Mansion first, there are a lot of messes waiting there."

Wang Chi watched Shen Yicheng leave with a group of frontier soldiers with a smile, the smile on his face disappeared, and there was gloom between his brows and eyes.

Xi Yuanqi handed over a handkerchief, he wiped his hands as he walked, returned to the main desk and sat down.

Xi Yuanqi said in a low voice: "The defeat of the Ningzhou army overnight is due to Baiyan's Lantern Festival banquet and underestimation of the enemy. But after the destruction of Ningzhou City, there is still a chance of recovery in the three fortresses of Xisha, but Qusu Tartars have All the city defense maps of my three cities in Xisha, the three passes of Xisha fell, and tens of thousands of people were killed by the Qusu scimitar. Baiyan burned the county guard's mansion, and let the second son flee with his own soldiers... None of these things There's nothing wrong with it! It's good for Governor Shen to put all the blame on a dead man."

Wang Chi said indifferently: "The old dog Baiyan let the blood flow in Ningzhou City, which is a heinous crime! But Shen Yicheng is not a good thing. The blood in the three cities of Xisha is like a river. What did the Jianmen frontier army do? They can't keep up with shit. Hot."

"However, the young master's foot is too risky. If the little girl is killed on the spot, the Holy Majesty will probably be displeased."

Wang Chi sneered: "The remnant of the old dog will die when he dies. What are you afraid of? Besides, my elder brother ran thousands of miles a year ago and took down Lingxiao Pass in Mobei. After this battle, there is nothing to seal. Father has no rewards, My Northwest Palace has already become a thorn in the eyes of the Holy Majesty."

Xi Yuanqi was worried: "Since this is the case, the young master will go to Beijing. The son always said that the moon is full and the moon is short. This trip to the capital is probably a grand banquet."

Wang Chi threw the handkerchief back to Xi Yuanqi, and said: "But if you want to keep a hostage by your side, you can't ask father and elder brother to go." After a pause, he said: "Go and ask how the interrogation is going. If you can’t get the trial, don’t try it, leave a life, and take it back to Beijing. The Holy Majesty will explain to the world, and the Bai family will have a living.”

The lights in the prison were dim, and Bai Zeqing's hands and feet felt cold, and he was getting more and more out of breath.

The white mist lingered around her, and she struggled to stand up, but she seemed to be thrown into a deep pool of water, struggling desperately with her hands and feet for a moment, and fell back to the rough grass feebly.

The rough grass randomly thrown on the ground in these prisons has a unique damp and musty smell, mixed with bloody smell, and now also mixed with the unique smell of blood aconite, which is extremely unpleasant.

Bai Zeqing's legs were nearly numb from the cane, and the sharp pain in her heart made her whole body numb. At this moment, her ears were buzzing, her breathing was disordered, and she couldn't breathe as if she was drowning.

Bai Zeqing rolled his eyes, staring at the candlelight outside the railing.

A few soldiers and guards in the prison hall were eating and drinking, and they had no time to look back at her.

Bai Zeqing was soaked in the white mist on the rough grass, and the nausea of ​​suffocation buried her like a flood.

Eyes dim, Bai Zeqing gritted his teeth and tried to raise his head, at least keeping his mouth and nose out of the range of the white mist.

Just such an action affected her heart and wounds and made her sweat profusely, and she couldn't breathe for a while.

Forget it, it's too painful, or else it's like this...

She suddenly relieved herself and fell back into the rough grass and white mist again, letting this dying despair wrap him.

When she fell, a small dark red wooden figure fell out of her chest!

Breathing with great difficulty, she stretched out her hand with all her strength, and held the little wooden figure tightly in her palm.

This is the New Year's Eve gift that Qi Ge carved for her, and this is the last thing Qi Ge left for her!

The wooden figurine turned dark red, it was Chigo's blood, soaked drop by drop.

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