Master Jiacuo glanced across the land outside the prisoner-of-war camp, looking at the land that was originally full of people.

Many of the thousands of prisoners of war have bowed down and saluted, but there are also some who seem to hesitate.

Master Jiacuo couldn't help frowning, and at this moment, he heard a scolding sound not far away.

"Qiangba! You are not as good as pigs and dogs, stand up for me, otherwise, I will skin you!"

Almost all eyes were on the slave owners and Tubo soldiers who were still locked in the prisoner-of-war camp.

And the tall and burly slave who was sternly reprimanded stood up tremblingly, looking in the direction of the camp with a look of fear on his face.

At this time, the eyes of Zhelong and Mengding meet at one place.

"Master Jiacuo, please wait a moment, General Meng will take care of the matter." Zhelong walked up to Master Jiacuo with a smile and explained.

Master Jiacuo hurriedly saluted General Zhelong, looked over there, and saw General Meng Dingmeng galloping out of the team.

When the horse came in front of the tall and burly Nuhu Jamba, Meng Ding showed a very kind smile.

"You are Jamba, right? Why do you stand up?"

Beside him, an interpreter recounted it to Jamba in very fluent Tubo dialect.

Seeing the Tang general galloping forward, he jumped off the horse and spoke kindly to him.

On Qiangba's numb expression, there was a touch of emotion and awe, and after saluting respectfully to the Tang general, he reported in a low voice.

"General, my master has converted to Buddhism. He forbids me to kneel, so I cannot kneel."

"So you kneel?" Meng Ding smashed his mouth, turned his head, and looked at those who were locked in the prisoner-of-war camp.

Looking at the many prisoners of war here through the gap in the fence.

"I, I should die, I saw with my own eyes, my master is in the tribe.

Someone smashed the limbs of an old slave who didn't want to change his beliefs, threw him into the wilderness, and was eaten up by wild beasts..."

"..." Meng Ding's face couldn't help changing, he smacked his mouth, and his eyes began to glance over there.

"Tell me, who is your master?"

Qiangba looked at the general of the Tang army in a daze, not understanding what he meant.

But he still obediently raised his arm and pointed inside.

"The one who is very thin and has lost his right eye is my master Tsering Baihu of the Niya family..."

Meng Ding turned his gaze and nodded towards the soldiers not far away. "Don't stand still, bring that Niya Tsering out."

In a short time, this Niya Tsering, who seemed a little terrified, was pulled out of the prisoner-of-war camp.

Meng Ding looked at Niya Tsering who had been suppressed by the soldiers and knelt down on the ground expressionlessly, and shouted sharply.

"There are also military regulations in prisoner-of-war camps. What should you do if you dare to provoke and fight in the prisoner-of-war camp?"

"Kill!" Dozens of Zhao Liao allied forces have already memorized military discipline and military regulations very well, as for the soldiers who stayed to guard the prisoner-of-war camp. Only then did Li Tai stand up, his eyes swept over the dripping blood on the steps that had already begun to congeal.

Li Tai's head was dizzy for a while, and Jiang Yaqing's face changed greatly in fright, and he quickly reached out to help him, but his small body was so weak.

No matter how much he could support him, his face couldn't help but change again.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and help His Highness..."

Two Wukong's powerful servants rushed forward, and finally they didn't let Li Tai fall outside the side door.

Seeing the frivolous Li Tai being dragged into the side door by the servant, Jiang Yaqing rubbed his chest that was almost crushed by His Royal Highness Wei Wang and the wall, and instructed the servant at the door.

"Let people quickly clean up, don't let people see, go quickly."

Wei Wang Li Tai sat blankly in the study, his eyes were full of fear and uneasiness, he always felt that his father's eyes were looking at him just now, as if it was like a sharp sword hanging in the air, it would fall down at any time.

At this moment, people in the Wei Palace seemed to be in a state of panic, and the **** scene where Li Youzhong was punished by His Majesty's guards in the Wei Palace just now also made them palpitate endlessly.

Jiang Yaqing glanced at the Wei Wang Li Tai who was in a state of desperation in the study, and called a few stewards, telling them to hurry to appease the emotions of the people in the house.

What's more, you must let those people control their mouths, and you must not let this matter spread out of the house.

It wasn't until everything was arranged properly that Jiang Yaqing dragged his tired body into the study, and saw Wei Wang Li Tai who had restrained his emotions at this moment and forced himself to smile at him.

Jiang Yaqing's eye circles turned red suddenly, and she bowed to the ground immediately. "My lord, my subject..."

"Mr. Jiang doesn't need to be like this. Thanks to you today, this king really scared my father."

Wei Wang Li Tai got up and walked closer, raised his hand to signal Jiang Yaqing to get up, and glanced at the servants outside the house who were sweeping.

His complexion gradually sank, Li Youzhong and Li Daban were his confidants who had been by his side since childhood.

He has been with him for more than ten years, and now, just because he is loyal to him, from his own point of view, he counterattacks those rumors against him in a small way.

Because of this, he was almost killed by the Shengsheng stick under his nose. Thinking of this, Wei Wang Li Tai, whose fear gradually faded away with time, felt a fire rising in his heart, and he was very angry.

"But I obviously didn't do anything, but my father treated me like that..."

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Jiang Yaqing nodded approvingly, her face full of resentment.

"My lord, Your Majesty, he shouldn't be like this. The lord is clearly benevolent and generous, and has always been kind to others, but now he has been wronged by this. The minister really..."

"..." Wei Wang Li Tai slightly nodded his head approvingly, feeling even more aggrieved in his heart.

Jiang Yaqing rolled her eyes, and whispered in Li Tai's ear in a very low voice.

"My lord, do you still remember that on the day the fire broke out, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince went into the palace to cry.

In the end, the East Palace Zhan Shi Yu Zhining who was in charge of presiding over "The Pharmacopoeia of the Tang Dynasty"~lightnovelpub.net~ but after half a month of contemplation behind closed doors, there must be something wrong with such a light responsibility..."

"I don't know, this king. I just thought that I could get quiet by keeping the door closed, but it turned out..."

Wei Wang Li Tai couldn't help smiling sadly and angrily. "How unfair..."

The voice of this sentence was extremely low, so low that Jiang Yaqing stretched his neck hard, so he could barely hear it.

Jiang Yaqing's eyebrows twitched. He had a lot of provocative words to say before, but now, he knew very well that he didn't need to say anything more.

The Lord's heart has been pierced with a **** spike by His Majesty's action today.

As long as this thorn is there, my lord, it is impossible to continue the Buddhist lineage, and if I am not sure, I can be like that Zhao Guogong's eldest grandson Wuji.

The statue hangs in the Lingyan Pavilion, ranking first among the heroes...

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