Another World Da Ming: I use a hundred lives to become holy

"Go and check immediately!"

"Yes!"

Zhao Zheng looked ahead, the Wushan tribe who had taken a break.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, there were no people in this tribe, not even any cattle and sheep crying.

He always felt empty inside.

Not even the neurotransmitters that control the body provide relief.

An unprecedented feeling.

"Master Zhao, why don't we take a detour?"

Tu Jie noticed Zhao Zheng's different emotional changes from the side, and thought of Zhao Zheng's silence when he left.

He didn't feel empty inside, he just felt flustered.

"Detours will waste more time!"

"no!"

Zhao Zheng directly rejected Tu Jie's proposal, but after regaining his senses, he looked at the nine-sided envoy's banner on the carriage.

The envoys' flags with nine sides fluttered in the cool evening breeze.

Yili also changed the day and night temperature in the house too fast and became too extreme.

You can't stay at night without a fire.

crackling~

The moisture in the firewood exploded in the firelight.

"My lord! The investigation is clear!"

It was also at this time that the Jinyiwei team, who had gone to investigate the Wushan tribe ahead, returned on horseback.

"Report quickly!"

Tu Jie is more concerned about the situation of the Wushan tribe than Zhao Zheng.

Originally, he thought that the Wushan tribe had moved.

But then it occurred to me that it was impossible.

The Wushan tribe was originally a tribe left behind by the court of Chagatai Khan in Bendong, so where can they move if they move.

When they got a hundred stones of grain and grass, they had no reason to move.

Now that the Jinyiwei team that went to investigate has returned safely, it is even less likely that it was an ambush.

Therefore, there is only one result for the Wushan tribe, which has no human habitation and left tents empty...

"My lord!"

"There are more than [-] members of the Wushan tribe, all of them were beheaded!"

"Its leader, Wushan, and his direct bloodline..."

When Jin Yiwei said this, he subconsciously glanced at Zhao Zheng. After all, Zhao Zheng and Wushan still had an unfavorable fate before.

"Speak quickly!"

Zhao Zheng was silent, and Tu Jie was in a hurry, even though he had already guessed the result.

"The Wushan Tribe, the leader Wushan and the men of his direct lineage were all burned to death by pillars. There were blood letters in the open space in front of them, and there were no bones of those who rebelled against the gods."

"As for...Miss Wanqing..."

"The tragedy is unbearable to look at..."

"Also, we found a handkerchief in Miss Wanqing's tightly clenched hand..."

After Jin Yiwei finished his report, he handed the handkerchief to Tu Jie and stood aside.

Everyone in the team also stopped talking and joking the whole time.

Tu Jie, who was beside Zhao Zheng, glanced at Zhao Zheng who was still silent, holding a handkerchief, not daring to open it.

Just slowly, he stretched out his hand, wanting to pass it to Zhao Zheng to see for himself.

"Master Zhao, you..."

"read!!!"

Zhao Zheng finally spoke again, but only said one word.

Tu Jie met Zhao Zheng's pupils which were colder than the current temperature, and could only slowly open the last words left by Wushan Wanqing.

"Northern rising sunset clouds..."

boom!

"Master Zhao! This is a lovesickness poem written by Miss Wan Qing for you alone, I dare not read it!"

When Tu Jie saw the follow-up content on the handkerchief, he immediately panicked.

How dare he read this stuff.

Originally, he planned to go back and report to the emperor Zhu Chongba that Zhao Zheng was suspected of being merciful in the Wushan tribe, but now all other tribes have lost their accounts.

Why should I take over this thing first, I will die!

Uh!

Tu Jie, who was kneeling and kowtowing, felt that he was lifted up all of a sudden.

It was Zhao Zheng's hand that held his neckline.

Tu Jie hurriedly opened his mouth, wanting to beg for mercy, but he met Zhao Zheng's eyes again.

It was cold just now, but now it is scarlet.

Zhao Zheng's reaction made him dare not say any more words of begging for mercy.

"I'll let you read it!"

"What does Wushan Wanqing have to do with me?"

"No! It's okay! Xiaguan read! Xiaguan read it!"

boom!

Tu Jie was thrown to the ground by Zhao Zheng, and finally felt alive and able to breathe.

But he didn't dare to take a few more breaths.

Because business has not been done yet.

"Rising clouds in the north...set in the south and light in the evening..."

"Going to the west to the sky... the east girl can't forget you..."

"Zhao...Master Zhao? The next official has finished reading..."

For the first time, Tu Jie felt that it was not a good thing for him to speak too fast, why did he finish reading so quickly.

Zhao Zheng in front of him is obviously not in the right mood.

It’s over.

I also forgot that he is not Zhang Jun, but Wang Xuance!

"Come on!"

"exist!"

"Go and investigate again! Why was the Wushan Tribe slaughtered! By whom? It must be because of the people who betrayed the gods!"

"Yes!"

The former Jinyiwei team leader immediately got on his horse again and led the team to the Wushan tribe ahead.

It was getting dark, and the Wushan tribe finally had a fire.

However, it was the torch in the hands of Jin Yiwei, who was investigating the scene again.

"Master Zhao..."

Tu Jie stood up cautiously and walked to Zhao Zheng's side, trying to calm him down.

After all, the slaughter of the Wushan tribe had nothing to do with them or their mission.

It is not worth making a fuss over a molehill.

"Master Tu, you said that it is a domestic turmoil, should it be reported to the suzerain country?"

"Zhao, as His Majesty Emperor Shengwu, personally sent an envoy to the Nine Borders, but he has not received any news. Should he go and ask for accountability?"

Snapped!

When Tu Jie heard Zhao Zheng's rhetorical question, his body became weak and he fell to the ground.

Because he knew that Zhao Zheng could not be pulled back.

Dayi was taken over by Zhao Zhengquan.

But it's obviously because of your personal relationship...

Tu Jie only dared to say this in his heart.

......

boom!

"Master Zhao! We found a corpse in the Wushan Tribe dressed up as the King Tingbingwei of Eastern Chagatai Khan."

"In addition, another dead horse with a saddle style different from that of the Wangting and Wushan tribes was found!"

Zhao Zheng didn't know how these Jin Yiwei could tell the difference between these things, but it was enough for the main enemy to figure it out.

Only Tu Jie, who was sitting on the ground beside him, reacted when he saw the saddle that Jin Yiwei put on the ground.

"This saddle..."

"It seems to be the idiot tribe who was about to leave the border of Eastern Chagatai Khan and was slaughtered by us..."

"Master Tu, do you remember?"

Although Zhao Zheng's nameless fire is very serious at the moment, he still retains a bit of reason.

He really didn't expect Tu Jie to have such eyesight.

Sure enough, everyone can have greed, but not everyone can do corrupt officials.

"I remember, because it was the lower officials who counted their tribe's food, cattle, sheep and horses at that time!"

"By the way, I still remember that their leader is called Wuli!"

"Master Zhao, look at the style of this saddle, and the pattern on this piece of cloth is the pattern of the Wuli tribe at that time!"

"So, even if the person riding this horse is not a direct bloodline of the Wuli tribe, he must be his trusted servant!"

Tu Jie watched Zhao Zheng's brows stretch, thinking that Zhao Zheng had regained his composure.

After all, the Wuli tribe was slaughtered by them.

Even if he wanted revenge, there was nowhere to find someone.

Who let them not play the banner before.

The Wushan Tribe wanted to be married to outsiders and was suspected of colluding with foreign enemies. It is reasonable for other people's royal court to avenge the Wushan Tribe.

"Master Zhao, now that we have raised the banner and sent a messenger, this kind of thing will definitely not happen."

Tu Jie felt his strength regained and stood up again.

He watched Zhao Zheng also go to the carriage, thought he was going to rest, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Shut up!"

"Hey Master Zhao! What are you doing on the horse!"

But who knew, Zhao Zheng went to the carriage, but didn't get in the carriage, but directly asked for the horse of Jin Yiwei, who was in charge of guarding.

He sat up directly.

"What are you going to do?"

"The Wuli tribe intends to attack our court envoy, and the remaining blood is not grateful to Dade, but instead killed the official's wife!"

"The East court aids the tyrant in the abuse, shields the sinner, and offends the next!"

"I'm going to the West Court to ask for soldiers, and I'll come back and ask them for an explanation!"

"Master Tu, I entrust you to bury the body of the Wushan tribe!"

"Half the troops! Come back to the West with me to borrow troops!"

"As ordered!"

"Hey! Master Zhao!!!"

Tu Jie didn't have time to dissuade Zhao Zheng, so Zhao Zheng only left a back for him.

"What is this?"

Looking back at the dark Wushan tribe in the distance, Tu Jie felt creepy.

Fortunately, Zhao Zheng left him thirty brocade guards.

"Everyone, follow me!"

"???"

"Generals, please!"

"What's the matter!"

Tu Jie stayed where he was, looking at Jin Yiwei who only listened to him after the good words, and wanted to cry but had no tears.