Feng Ruyuan and Zhang Wenzheng are two extremes. Zhang Wenzheng wanted to kill Song Jin and directly poisoned him in a simple and rude manner. Feng Ruyuan wanted to compose news. He could turn seventeen or eight bends in one sentence and talk to this person. Song Jin was simply It’s like returning to the capital.
Of course, Feng Ruyuan couldn’t get anything from him. On the contrary, he had to take the initiative to surrender to save his life temporarily.
“…I heard that in these sixteen prefectures in Western Xinjiang, the people of the Zhou Dynasty are no better than the Huren, and the Hu is a noble person, can this matter?”
Song Jin asked lightly, Feng Ruyuan immediately trembled all over, and he smiled dryly: “What is the prince talking about? How can the Hu people compare with the people of Zhou? They burn, kill, loot and do no evil, and the officials can tell them. It’s hatred, how can we let them oppress our people in Da Zhou?!”
“Really?” The slender knuckles hit the table, and Song Jin smiled slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes, unpredictable. “In that case, Master Feng will definitely post this king’s notice in Xijiang.”
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