The cavalry galloped back quickly.

"Master Hou, I've checked it out. The disturbed woman lives in the alley next to the school grounds. When I asked around, she panicked and hid quickly, thinking she was an officer or soldier. Arrest her to serve others, and she is so frightened that she knelt down and begged for mercy."

The tall and thin man pouted, expressing disdain.

The cavalry approached Ye Siming and reminded in a low voice, "Master Hou, let's forget about this. Similar things happened before, and General Song didn't care."

He looked at the tall and thin man, meaning: "This man is the nephew of Master Taishi Linghuang."

When Song Quan was there, there were many noble children in the barracks.

They put their own children in, and they eat for a few years, and they can rely on Song Quan to get an official and a half-job, and also get a lot of monthly salary.

I can't complain about being so arrogant and arrogant, I think he has a backing.

But Ye Siming was in a bad mood just now.

The slender and white fingertips had already been grasped on the hilt of the sword at the waist.

He walked slowly to the tall and thin man, and his voice was cold: "Put out your hand."

He was tall and thin, and couldn't help laughing at this moment: "Why, Lord Hou still wants to be like a child, can't beat the hand? Haha-!"

Suddenly!

Only heard the sound of a sharp sword unsheathed.

The lanky smile stopped abruptly!

Immediately afterwards, he let out a violent scream.

"My finger! It hurts, it hurts to death!" Except for the thumb, the other four fingertips of the lanky left hand were cut off.

The edge of the sword is neat and tidy, and the incision is smooth.

The soldiers behind them, including the short soldier standing next to the tall and thin man, all stared blankly.

He was the closest, but he didn't see how Yong Yehou drew his sword.

I just feel the white light flickering in front of my eyes, and the blood color spreads out in an instant!

On the ground, a few fingers fell to the ground.

Ye Siming held the sword in his right hand and threw the blade with a cold face.

The blood stains on the blade, followed by a thin blood line on the ground.

The tall and thin man knelt on the ground, clutching his bleeding left hand and crying, his face was red and red, and his veins burst out.

Yesiming is condescending, his eyes are indifferent, like a high god.

"Song Quan is dead, and the emperor divided you to me, to me, it is like throwing away a bunch of garbage. If you want not to be thrown away, you must first learn to abide by my rules, Listen to me."

Everyone was silent and did not dare to speak.

Yesiming brows and eyes are lazy, but his demeanor is unruly.

"As for how to die, in my military camp, I have the final say. If you don't want to make me angry, don't challenge the bottom line."

When everyone heard this, they immediately accepted the thought that they had despised the rambling.

No wonder the emperor left them all to the Marquis of Yongye.

Originally, they thought that it was the emperor who hated Song Quan, so throwing them to a teenager would be self-defeating.

How do you know, the emperor just found a ruthless man to treat them!