Guiyuan music can command all things. The moment the flute sounded, the morale of the dead soldiers and elite soldiers brought by Minzhihang began to slacken.
The high priest is the chosen son of heaven, to fight against the high priest is to make trouble with God, he will be condemned, and maybe he will bring disaster to future generations and ancestors, but as the domestic guard and dead man of the Min family, he cannot defy Patriarch's order, otherwise, will also be punished by heaven.
Qin Wuyan closed his eyes, but just played the tune to himself. Although the tune was beautiful, it had an extremely sad tune, like a mourning tune.
When Zhuang Qingyun was sent into the secret room, he saw Zhuang Xiaoyu lying on the reclining chair. Zhuang Xiaoyu was dressed in full attire and her make-up was appropriate. She just lay quietly on the reclining chair as if she was asleep.
Zhuang Qingyun closed his eyes, only to feel that the hairs all over his body stood on end, and cold sweat broke out on his back again.
The deceased was already dead, but Qin Wuyan didn't even think about letting Zhuang Xiaoyu go to the ground to rest in peace. He took this corpse with him all day long, and was already arranged and slandered by the servants of the mansion.
Zhuang Qingyun looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu, lifted the hem of his clothes, knelt down upright, and kowtowed three times to Zhuang Xiaoyu, "Madam, if you really have a spirit in the sky, let Wu Yan put it down."
After a pause, he said again: "Qingyun has been able to save his life thanks to the care of the eldest lady all his life, and he was able to linger in this priest's mansion. I am sorry for the humble position, and let the eldest lady punish and deal with it. Qingyun will not have any complaints in this life. The lady may rest in peace."
But the person on the recliner remained motionless, without any reaction.
The ancients said that people die like a lamp goes out, but at this time Zhuang Qingyun hopes that Zhuang Xiaoyu has a soul and can see everything that happens in the mansion, but unfortunately...
At the moment when the flute sounded, the elites of the Min Mansion roared desperately, killing anyone they saw and chopping them up...
A firm fear seized their hearts, and the sadness and gloom in the tune made them panic involuntarily.
The entire priest's mansion jumped like chickens and dogs, and blood flowed into rivers. Those servants ran around like headless flies, but they were regarded as sacrificial sacrificial offerings by the elite of Min Mansion, and they died tragically under the guard's sword …
Qin Wuyan stood on the steps, watching everything that happened in the front yard with indifference, the tune suddenly changed, and the high-pitched and sharp sound of the jade flute almost pierced people's eardrums.
It was midsummer, and the entire priest's mansion was lush and lush, and the trees were shady. The insects, snakes, rats and ants hiding in the caves began to emerge from the ground and rushed into the dense crowd.
Above the priest's mansion, groups of crows and vultures hovered like never before, making shrill screams, and swooping down from mid-air from time to time.
The entire priest's mansion exudes an unbearable strong smell of blood.
At the moment when the sound of the flute became sharper, the guards of the priest's mansion started to move like ghosts, raising their knives and cleaning up those who approached Qin Wuyan...
The situation reversed almost instantly, and Min Zhixing felt his whole body go limp, sitting on the ground as limp as mud, without any strength anymore.
This battle will end sooner than Min Zhixing imagined...
When Zhuang Qingyun heard the commotion outside and couldn't help but come out, there were many corpses lying around in the priest's mansion, and the guards were counting the number of dead.
His shoes were soaked in a thick layer of blood, which soon seeped into the soles, wet his socks, and stuck to the soles of his feet...