lt;Zhu Ying Jiang Hu

The streets of Jinling were filled with cries from men, women and children. Under the shadow of swords, heads rolled like a river. By nightfall, over 30,000 people had been slaughtered, all relatives of those implicated in Hu Weiyong's case!,Only a young girl with red lips and white teeth, who was once beautiful but now appeared utterly destitute, could be seen hiding in the corner of the cell. She clutched her legs tightly, tears welling up in her eyes, resembling a wounded little rabbit. Upon seeing Zhu Yingsu awaken, she disregarded her own sadness and rushed forward to examine the wound on Zhu Yingsu's head!,A middle-aged jailer walked up to the two men's cell and stopped. He took out a few dishes of side dishes and two bowls of rice from the wooden bucket he carried with him and put them into the cell. He said, "It's time for dinner!"。