Kuai Wen Zhi crazy criticizes the beauty she does not want to be a female supporting role

Chapter 44 The princess is not a good match (43)

"Your Majesty, what should I do with a thousand captives?" Jiang Miaoguang put his sword into its sheath and asked in a low voice.

"Not a single one."

Wu Yi twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand and whispered: "It is a rule on the battlefield that prisoners should not be killed."

Su Yan gave him a funny look, pulled a piece of cloth to wrap the wound on her hand, and asked quietly: "How do the Turks treat our people?"

Jiang Miaoguang is cute and cute, with a natural smile. When she smiles, there are two pear dimples on her face. She looks sweet, but at this time, she purses her lips and suppresses the corners of her mouth, and her eyes are filled with overwhelming hatred. His voice was hoarse: "If the captives are women, everyone can bully them. If they are men, they will be cut into pieces and dragged along by horses for fun."

Her father was determined to die and stood until the last moment, but the Turks still did not let him go. Instead, they took off his head and hung it on the city for three months. His body was fed to wild dogs and no bones were left.

Her brother was a scholar who gave up literature and martial arts, but because there was a traitor in the military camp, he was captured alive by the Turks. His tongue was cut out, his limbs were cut off, and he was sacrificed with the flag before the war. His bones were trampled into pulp by the horses under the feet of the Turks.

Thinking of these past events, how could she not hate them? How could she not hate them?
Her eyes were blood red, showing a bit of venom: "May I ask Mr. Feng, if you pity them, have they ever pity us?"

Wu Yi sighed and said no more.

He lowered his eyebrows, and when he raised his eyes, they were all bloody, and he didn't dare to look.

"Cut off the head of Zanbuketuo, gouge out the eyes, cut off the tongue, then cut off the heads of several other Turks, and send a few good men to the Turk camp overnight." She wiped the blood from the end of her eyes, Looked at Jiang Miaoguang and said.

She pursed her lips, revealing two pear dimples: "Yes."

Su Yan looked at Jiang Miaoguang's figure and thought that in the plot, Zhou Buyi could not defeat the Turks, so he had to send the princess to marry him. Su Yan was long gone by then, and Su Ziyi became the princess, but Su Ziyi was unwilling to go. In the end, it was A woman named Jiang Miaoguang asked for marriage.

Her ending book reads: "Jiang Miaoguang knew that he could not destroy the Turks on his own, so he hid the knife in his sleeve and wanted to die with him, but he did not want to be sent to monitor her. The maidservant of the Dasheng Kingdom After discovering that he gave her Ruanjing Powder, her eyes were red with hatred burning in her blood, but she was forced to accept his favor. Only when Khan opened his eyes the next day did he find that she was dead on the bed, with her body naked and her eyes open. .”

But now Jiang Miaoguang pulled up Zan Bukeduo's body, cold light flashed across her eyes, and wet cold blood rushed towards her.

She looked completely indifferent.

In fact, it is not her brother who is the best at learning martial arts in the Jiang family, but her. Her brother likes to read and follows the path of a Confucian scholar. However, the Jiang family's martial arts is passed down to men rather than women, so the brother can only teach her quietly. He If she didn't know how to do it, she wrote it down on paper and let her think about it. Maybe she was born with a talent for learning martial arts. With her brother's half-informed guidance, she gradually learned the Jiang family's martial arts.

Her father also found out about this, so he punished his brother with a stick and strictly ordered him not to teach him any more, and she was often punished to kneel in the ancestral hall.

But her brother still taught her secretly, and she still learned secretly.

Until later, her father and brother were gone, but her mother, who had always been weak, did not cry. She told her everything with white lips: "Miao'er, I know that you have mastered the Jiang family's martial arts a long time ago, and you have always been studying the art of war."

She was stunned: "You know?"

"Not only do I know, but your father doesn't know either. Otherwise, how would you think that you would be taught half-baked martial arts just because you are my brother? Why would your father teach your brother that move every time you don't understand it?"

Although she had doubts in her heart, her father's known outburst made her dispel her doubts, and why would she do so if she wanted to.

"Mother, father... does he know?" She cried with a hoarse voice. She always thought that her father didn't know, and she even had a faint anger in her heart. She wanted to learn better and better, so that her father could see that her brother was not the only one who was capable. Yes, in fact, she, Jiang Miaoguang, is also very good.

"Miao'er, don't blame your father. This is the family rule and he must not disobey it." Her mother spoke softly, as if she wanted to tell her all the past events that she had never known.

In her mind, her mother was very fond of crying. Every time her father left for battle on the second day, her mother's eyes were always red and swollen, but now she has not shed a single tear and seems to be very calm.

Slowly tell her the unknown past events.

But the more she knew, the more scared she became. The candlelight cast her shadow on the screen behind her, swaying a bit strangely.

"Do you really think your brother doesn't like to learn martial arts?" She stared at her closely, as if to see all the emotions on her face. Jiang Miaoguang felt deeply that the truth behind this would be unbearable for her.

She wanted to shake her head and rush out of the door, but she couldn't.Her mother, who had always been weak, held her hand tightly, and she could easily shake it off, but her body was stiff now as if she had lost all her strength. A strange smile appeared on her gentle mother's face: "If If he doesn’t do that, how can you learn it?”

Her mind went blank, no less than a bolt from the blue.

Her brother's talent in martial arts was no less than hers, maybe even more than hers, but because his beloved sister wanted to practice martial arts, he resolutely gave up.

He even pretended not to know how to do it, and always smiled and touched her head: "It would be great if my brother had half the talent of Miao'er." Then he shook his head: "Forget it, I have never liked learning martial arts, so I'd better let it go Miao'er, come and bear this hardship."

"My Miao'er is so beautiful, I don't know what brat I will take advantage of in the future."

Her brother, brother...

The baby fat on her face seemed to be sunken in an instant, and she looked at her mother blankly: "What do you want me to do?"

Mother, you never told me before, but now you tell me what do you want to do?

What do you want me to do?

She looked at her daughter, the candlelight in her eyes was shaky, and she said word by word: "I want you to crush the Turks, and use the blood of the Turks to comfort the souls of your father and your brother in heaven."

"I want you to swear on me that if you don't crush the Turks in this life, I will die without a complete body, no one will worship me, I will not enter the netherworld, and I will not have peace after death."

There was a loud noise in the sky, the candlelight swayed, and thunder and lightning seemed to strike in front of the two of them.

Her mother is actually very beautiful, with a face like a silver plate, eyes like apricots, lips that are not dotted but red, and eyebrows that are not painted but green.

After her father and brother died in battle, my mother's beauty seemed to be at its most beautiful.

Wearing flowers on her head and mourning clothes gave her a refined and refined beauty.

Sad to the extreme and beautiful.

So after my father's death, matchmakers often came to the house to talk about matchmaking, but they were all kicked out.

People often say that mothers love their children.

But she knew from an early age that her mother loved her father, especially her and her brother.

She and her brother love each other very much.

My father often showed off like this when he was alive.

In the past, she and her brother also envied their parents' affection.

Father, brother...

The mother used too much force, and she could even feel that the hand being pinched had some blood flow.

She doesn't blame her mother.

She suppressed the sourness on the tip of her nose and said with a hint of bitterness in her voice: "Mother, I will take revenge."

She wanted to say, can I stop swearing from you.

(End of this chapter)