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Chapter 342: The Enmity of Genocide

There is not much personal interaction between Han Jie and Huang Fu Sisi. Every time Han Jie stands quietly behind Gu Qing, watching Gu Qing be single again and again with his strong strength.

But Han Jie was still a little wary of Huangfu Sisi, because the Marquis said that this woman was a little suspicious, and what the Marquis said must be correct. The Marquis said she was suspicious, so Han Jie treated her with a precaution.

But today Huangfu Sisi actually found a large camp of troops, which surprised Han.

Outside the rough and solemn camp, a charming woman stood gracefully, like a peony blooming alone on a thousand-mile wasteland. The picture is quite sad and beautiful.

Huangfu Sisi smiled and gave a squat salute to Han Jie, then said, "The Marquis hasn't come to the inn for dinner for five days. Do you think my food is not delicious?"

Han Jie tugged the corner of his mouth, and smiled politely, saying, "The Marquis is busy with military affairs and has no time to enter the city. Please forgive me, my girl."

Huangfu Sisi blinked his eyes and said, "What should I do if the Marquis has to eat? What have he eaten in the past few days?"

"I barbecue myself, or the chefs in the army have prepared the meal and sent it to the coach's tent."

Huangfu Sisi chuckled and said, "Since the Marquis is not disgusted with the food I cook, I can deliver the food to the camp every day in the future. It's not troublesome. How can a person who is so picky about the quarrels get used to the food in the army?"

Han Jie nodded and said, "Thank you, Miss."

Huangfu Sisi handed over the food box he brought and said with a smile: "Please ask General Han to bring it to the Marquis. It was made by me by myself, and it was still very warm. I will bring food again in the evening. Please let General Han go out of the camp to pick it up, okay?"

Han Jie finally had a smile on his lips and nodded: "Miss is intent."

Huangfu Sisi sighed and said resentfully: "What's the use of having a heart? How could I have in that wood..."

"Golden stones are opened, and girls will eventually be blessed."

Huangfu Sisi hummed and said, "Has the Marquis been very busy recently? He didn't even have time to enter the city. The army has gone out to suppress the bandits. What can he do when he stays in the camp?"

Han Jie hesitated for a moment and said, "What the Marquis is most upset about now is that he cannot find the whereabouts of the members of the Zhaowu ninth surname."

Huangfu Sisi frowned: "The clan members of the Jiu surname of Zhaowu? There were many people everywhere in Kucha City. What did the marquis ask the clan members of the Jiu surname of Zhaowu?"

"The Jiu surname of Zhaowu is good at doing business. The Marquis lacks talents around him. He wants to win his heart and take it for his own use."

Huangfu Sisi sighed: "After Gao Jie Zheng destroyed the Shi Kingdom, it was difficult to find the nine surnames of Zhaowu. The tribe members fled to the Western Regions one after another. Even if a few of them were unwilling to leave their hometowns, they were now hiding their names in various cities in the Western Regions, and it was difficult to find traces."

Han Jie smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying nothing, and after saying goodbye to Huangfu Sisi, he brought the food box into the camp.

Huangfu Sisi was still standing outside the gate, staring at the white handsome tent deep in the camp, dazed. After a long time, he bit his lower lip and turned around and left.

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People who open inns have a strong point that ordinary people cannot match, that is, they have wide connections.

What the inn does is to welcome and send off the trip. The inn with a prosperous business has a lot of passenger flow every day. Among those guests from all over the world, as long as they have good vision and choose to make friends with each other, they will eventually give people some surprises.

Huangfu Sisi has a wide connection. She has runs an inn in Kucha for many years. She has gone from an ignorant and simple girl to a savage female shopkeeper who is good at dancing. She has experienced many people and things over the years, and she has known all kinds of customers far more than Gu Qing imagined.

After returning to the inn from Daying, Huangfu Sisi sat alone in the room for a long time. It was already evening when she walked out of the room.

He changed into black clothes, covered his face with black gauze, put on a hat, walked out of the inn quietly, and walked towards a low group of houses to the west.

The residential group was the place where Wang Gui fought desperately with the sharpshooter enemy last time. Huangfu Sisi entered the residential area and turned left and right, and passed through many dark alleys to a stone low house.

There was no light in the low house, the door was closed, and the yard was desolate and dilapidated.

Huangfu Sisi calmed down and stepped forward to knock on the door.

After knocking for a while, there was no movement. The room looked like a deserted house for many years, with a bit of weirdness in silence and dilapidation.

Huangfu Sisi didn't give up and knocked on the door slowly, as if she was sure that there was someone inside.

After knocking for a long time, Huangfu Sisi was a little impatient and said coldly: "I know you are inside, don't worry, the Lord of Anxi is no longer Gao Xianzhi."

There is still no movement inside.

Huangfu Sisi's voice became a little louder and said, "I'll call you if I don't respond anymore!"

There was finally a noise inside the door. With a harsh creaking sound, the door was quietly opened, and a pair of cold eyes stared at her in the crack of the door.

Huangfu Sisi pushed the door open without hesitation, and the person inside staggered and almost fell to the ground.

After entering the door, Huangfu Sisi lit the only oil lamp in the room. Under the dim light, she pulled a cushion and threw it on the ground, and then sat down cross-legged without hesitation.

In the room was a middle-aged man, about thirties, with haggard hair loose in mess, ragged clothes, thin as hair, but his eyes were full of unyielding will, as if his life had been condensed in his eyes, and he lived a difficult life, but he still had a breath.

"Miss Huangfu, we agreed not to offend each other. What are you doing here?" The man's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a mouse in the gutter gnawed at the iron bars.

Huangfu Sisi sneered: "What an ungrateful thing. When you were chased by Gao Xianzhi's troops, there was no place for you to live in the entire Western Regions. You were the smartest. You dared to hide on the ground of the Anxi Protectorate Mansion. Back then, you were penniless and did not dare to show up. Who secretly helped you and who helped you escape the pursuit of the government?"

The man was silent for a while and said, "I am still grateful to Miss Huangfu for his kindness back then, but I am afraid of implicating the girl..."

Huangfu Sisi said: "I am not afraid of being implicated. Moreover, as I said just now, the Anxi Protectorate has changed now. Gao Xianzhi was jealous of the emperor and his power has been lost. He will be transferred back to Chang'an soon. The current Lord of Anxi is a young man, much better than Gao Xianzhi."

The man sneered, his eyes flashing with hatred: "So what if Anxi changes his master? The Tang people are all birds of untrustworthy contracts and morality. No matter who they change, I will not believe it."

Huangfu Sisi's expression gradually became softer and she whispered: "I know that the Tang army has a grudge against you for destroying the country and destroying the family. Gao Xianzhi's actions are indeed contrary to morality. The emperor of Chang'an also felt something, so he sent another wise minister to replace him. The court of the Tang Dynasty is correcting the mistakes made by Gao Xianzhi, and your hatred cannot be extended to the new Lord of Anxi."

The man sneered gloomyly: "The Chang'an court 'corrected' and gently exposed this deep hatred? Should I kneel down to Chang'an to express my gratitude?"

Huangfu Sisi's tone gradually became colder: "If you have the intention to take revenge, why do you still hide in this dark place and dare not move? The new Lord Anxi is different from Gao Xianzhi. He wants to repair the relationship between the Tang Dynasty and the Jiu surname of Zhaowu. He wants to use the members of the Jiu surname of Zhaowu. The murderer who destroyed the country and destroyed the family was Gao Xianzhi. He has a wronged and has a debt. If you want to take revenge, you can go find him. What does it have to do with others?"

The man said with a face of Hanshuang: "You always speak for the new Lord Anxi. Are you his lobbyist and loyal to him?"

Huangfu Sisi sighed: "It's so hard to talk to you people whose hatred has penetrated into the bones. Nothing is right..."

Looking at the man, Huangfu Sisi whispered: "One time and another time, Anxi is different now. You can go out and take a walk and see the new atmosphere of Kucha City. The new Lord of Anxi has the talent to govern the country and ensure national stability. Kucha City is very different from before. Go out and see how the people in the city evaluate him, and then you can consider what I just said."

"I can't persuade you to let go of your hatred, but I can't persuade you to accept his kindness. The object of your hatred has nothing to do with him. Two things cannot be confused. Not everyone in the Tang Dynasty is a bad person. My despise of the destruction of the family is no less than you, but I am still willing to live in the sun."

The man said coldly: "If there is nothing else, please leave."

Huangfu Sisi sighed, took out a silver cake of about ten taels from her arms, gently placed it on the table, and then turned around and left.

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The sun sets in the desert, and the wind and sand cover the sky.

After Shen Tian led 5,000 troops from the Khotan army to leave Kucha, he walked in the desert for more than ten days.

The climate of the desert in winter is very harsh, with wind and sand mixed with cold wind, passing by like a knife on your body and face. Every moment of marching, you have to endure the pain of thousands of arrows piercing your heart. If you are not lucky, you will encounter sandstorms. Whether you live or die depends on the will of heaven.

Shentian's troops had just passed a sandstorm yesterday. The team was missing dozens of people, and a lot of food and drinking water were also lost. After liquidating the remaining food and drinking water, Shentian was a little anxious. He followed the army's guide to estimate the direction and pointed to the east and said that going forward for hundreds of miles was Yangguan. The soldiers could enter Yangguan to replenish food and drinking water.

"Yangguan" means the south of Yumen Pass, and the south is called "Yangguan", so it is called "Yangguan". In a famous poem, it says, "I advise you to have a glass of wine, and you will have no friends when you go west to Yangguan." This is about Yangguan.

Yangguan is a military and civilian pass set up since the Han Dynasty, and is used to defend against the supply of the Xiongnu and merchants in the north. Shentian's troops drove from Kucha City and headed eastward, and before they knew it, they were almost at Yumen Pass.

Unfortunately, I did not encounter any bandits along the way. The scouts sent out countless times, but they still did not find any trace of the bandits.

There was a shortage of food and drinking water. Shen Tian ordered Chaoyang Pass to march urgently. On the third day, when the team was getting closer and closer to Yang Pass, a scout rushed over and reported a message.

In the depths of the desert thirty miles west of Yangguan, the scouts found a thousand soldiers with different clothes and different weapons in their hands. They hid in the leeward place of the sand dunes, and their travels were quite suspicious.

Shen Tian convened the generals to discuss for a while, then Shen Tian clenched his fists heavily and said coldly: "No matter where he comes from, he will know after a fight. He would rather kill the wrong one than let go!"
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