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!,Zhu Ying could both fight and write poetry. A year ago, she won Li Wan'er's heart with a poem: "If life were only like the first sight, why would autumn wind make the cicada wings sad!",Just at this moment, footsteps came from outside. It turned out to be a middle-aged jailer in a gray uniform who walked in!。