The Great Tang: World Martial God - Chapter 1395: : Kitaiwafu

If just now, Heifeng can still maintain the dignity of a tough guy, now he is lying on the ground with his back to the sky, looking at the sky, tears raining down.

This is a truly dead person. From now on, “Heifeng is your patriarch, and you can still live here. Moreover, from now on, this place is officially included in the territory of Datang, and your household registration will also belong to Jimizhou’s household registration, except that it cannot enter the customs at will, the treatment is the same as that of the citizens of Datang.”

Di Renjie gave his order lightly. The northern courtyard was covered by heavy snow, but Broken Leaf City was a sunny day. Heifeng wore expensive black fox fur and brought fifty war slaves he had bought.

The slaves followed Xiao Miao nervously. These war slaves are slaves specially trained to fight. They are not afraid of life and death, and make battles. The best thing is that they don’t care who fights for.

Xiao Miao had dyed flax hair and carried a food basket to distribute the food to the children who were around him. Those filthy children had never seen a whole piece of naan, nor had they eaten a large piece of mutton, so sister Anji’s name quickly spread throughout Broken Yecheng.

As long as it’s time for dinner, Xiao Miao and their residence will be overcrowded. The composer warned Xiao Miao’er more than once, and it was not good for the errand to go through the market like this, but Xiao Miao still went his own way.

The mainstream saying in Broken Leaf City is to go west, but the Boluo, Tochar, Shatuo, and big cannibals here are not panicked. They do business in Broken Leaf City with Turks, Xue Yantuo, and Tuyuhun. People, the nine surnames of Zhaowu and Huihe get along very harmoniously.

Qu Zuo believes that this is not a normal relationship. Back at the residence, the two maids gathered Xiao Miao’er to wash their faces and change clothes.

An old station slave said to Qu Zuo: “My lord, the old slave counts. His Royal Highness Xiao Miao’er spent more than a dozen coins.”

Qu Zhuo glanced at the old Zhannu: “What do you know? Don’t offend if you don’t know. Remember, no old slaves are allowed in the house. There are no slaves in this house. This is a contract with you and burned.”

After talking about the composition, he patted a plate of sheepskin contract on the old Zhan slave’s chest. The old Zhan slave was stunned on the spot. He didn’t speak for a long time, just habitually, and gradually straightened his waist.

Then I went to tell all the war slaves about this impossible thing. “Vashiti, Xerxes…” The old war slave threw a contract into the brazier every time he read a name. After all his contracts were burned, he smiled and said to everyone, we are free.

The money on Xiao Miao’er was quickly used up, and she ran out of Gouzi’s money. The thing that Song Zuo worries the most has happened, and the city lord of Broken Leaf City has been subjected to the most terrifying torture.

Xiao Miao’er has money to buy food again. Early in the morning, the little beggars waited eagerly at the entrance of the alley. When they saw sister Anji came out, they were all lined up, eagerly looking forward to getting the real thing, a child, a piece of bread, a piece of meat, this kind of charity Speed, Xiao Miao’s money quickly ran out.

So Xiao Miao squatted on the roof and stared at the tall temple in a daze. I heard that the monk is very rich. During dinner, Qu Zhu threw a bag of silver coins on Xiao Miao’s table, went back to his room without saying a word, and continued to study the things and official documents that Xiao Miao had brought back from the City Lord’s Mansion.

He found that the city lord didn’t know anything. To know their true intentions, he needed to find someone with a higher status.

Hei Feng returned to Loulan directly. Qu Zuo and Gouzi took thirty war slaves to But Rose, where they were going to continue to listen to the news, leaving Xiao Miao’er as a transit station in Broken Leaf City, heartless.

Sister Anji’s reputation has spread far and wide. All hungry children can get food from Sister Anji, or they can sleep under the eaves of Sister Anji’s house for a night. Anji’s reputation has spread even among adults.

The longer I spent with Xiao Miao’er, the more Moas liked this highness. Those people were right. This is a kind angel. As long as she doesn’t anger her, His Highness Xiao Miao is the most brilliant snow lotus on the snow mountain.

Today is Xiao Miao’s birthday, so she deliberately prepared a lot of food. She wants to give these things to these children. Xiao Miao can’t forget the feeling of being hungry.

Putting down Tang Hao’s memorial, Li Zhi walked out of the Manmin Palace with his hands on his back, looking at the west, unwilling to look back for a long time. Tang Hao made sense.

The people of the Western Regions stayed in Danros for too long, and now they are burning, killing and looting in the land of the Western Regions, doing no evil and doing nothing. This is completely unreasonable. This is to completely turn the Western Regions into a desert.

Dushui Jian has not sent useful information from the Western Regions for a long time.

“It is said that Li Jing, Cheng Yaojin, Qin Qiong, Niu Jinda, Yu Chigong, Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, and Changsun Wuji entered the palace.”

In the Wanming Hall, Li Zhi clasped his hands on his back and quietly looked at the big map in front of him: “Tang Hao said he can’t move westward now, so he can barely protect himself. What do you think?”

A few veterans did not speak. Li Jing picked up Tang Hao’s memorandum from the case and read it over, and said to the veterans: “Who of you sends people thousands of miles away to raise food when your army is short of food?”