Chapter 418 Stunner: The Beautiful Prisoner of War
After hearing Zheyu's analysis, Zhenyilou felt even more chilly. "They are all poor people, Zhe Yu, you save them."
Zheyu raised his amber eyes and glanced at Shinichi: "A real hero, the sword is in your hand, if you want to save someone, just swing the sword."
"You!" Shinichi's fists were clenched, and his eyebrows were ignited with anger, "Yes, I can save one or two, how can I save so many people? Besides, what if I finish saving them? They will still be arrested. I can save it for a while, but not for the long run.”
Now that the end of the new year is approaching, the army will not be able to return to the court in time for New Year’s Eve, and they still have to rest and recuperate, maybe ten days and a half months. This moment is enough for them to catch many good people.
The world is changing, and Shinichi is no longer the one who does things with chivalry alone. He is more thoughtful.
"Okay, I know how to be flexible, and I know how to call foreign aid." Zhe Yu folded his arms and smiled.
Shinichi looked at Zheyu seriously, "Zheyu, you sent a letter to Yunzhao, and I rushed over without saying a word. Now, I beg you to help them, you must have the comprehensive method."
Because he misses Baicao Poetry, and because he knows that the opponents are all high-end fighters, Shinichi, like a Maxima, rushes to reinforce him. Seriously injuring those elders is really indispensable.
Zhe Yu raised his head and looked at the deep night. Under the dark clouds, there was an invisible man-eating monster. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. On the day of reunion, some people's wives were separated.
He patted Shinichi on the shoulder, "Just kidding. I think, if Shishi knew about it, she would definitely do the same."
Because he loves Wu and Wu, he will accomplish what she wants to do.
"I'm going to take a walk now, and I'll meet the King of Li. You stay here and guard. Not even a mouse can get close."
Seeing that he agreed, Shinichi smiled silly, "You can say whatever you want."
There is no need to explain this, even if you try your best, you can't let anyone get close to her.
After Zhe Yu finished explaining, he headed towards King Li's meeting hall.
The first floor of Zhen sat at the door of Baicaoshi, with his head leaning on the door bolt and the corners of his mouth raised.
Even though there is a door, it is still the shortest distance, and it is in the name of being aboveboard, which is great.
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Ying Zheli also lived in the City Lord's Mansion.
Because this is the place where the regent of the enemy country lived, living here is a sign of victory in itself.
At this time, the meeting hall was brightly lit, and Ying Zheli was pushing cups with his generals.
In the center of the hall, there were more than a dozen girls kneeling side by side, trembling and crying.
"My lord, I beg your lord to spare your life. There are still parents in this servant's house."
"My lord, I still have a little bit of silver in my family, so I can honor my lord, I just ask my lord to hold my hand high."
Ying Zheli pulled out the sword from the scabbard of his subordinate, patrolled in front of the woman, suddenly the sword stuck out and stretched out towards the woman's jaw. "Hey, don't move, you will lose your appearance if you move."
The woman was forced to raise her chin slightly, her back was stiff, and her three souls and seven apertures were about to disperse. Wanting to struggle but not daring, she just looked at the person in front of her with tears in her eyes.
Ying Zheli tsk tsk, "It's not so pretty, whoever wants it, take it back."
The generals were all grinning, whether they look good or not is relative, how ugly can a girl in cardamom age be, anyway, she is younger than the yellow-faced lady at home. Besides, it's the same when the candle is extinguished.
A general got up, walked to the field, and said "Thank you, my lord". Amidst the exclamation of the women, he had already picked him up and walked out of the hall.
Everyone roared with laughter.
Different from other people's sobbing and wiping tears, he saw a woman with her head bowed. She had a pair of very beautiful hands, which were slightly bent at this time, showing her inner unwillingness and unyielding.
That's her.
This time, Ying Zheli handed over the sword to his left hand, bent slightly, and pinched the woman's chin with his right hand, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Wonderful, wonderful! In a small border town, there are actually women with such looks, hahaha!"
I saw that woman, the water is like a wave of eyes, and the mountain is like a gathering of eyebrows and peaks, which has a certain charm of agility. The skin was soiled and dirty. Ying Zheli raised his hand to wipe it off for her. This skin can be regarded as fair and radiant, and it can be broken with a single blow.
Ying Zheli's eyes straightened; his heart was hit hard.
Such a stunner, I couldn't bear to give it to my father.
"My lord, there are many women in the city, and I will go find them for you tomorrow. If you like this, just keep it for yourself." The general below observed the words and expressions, and had already grasped the essence.
These words are exactly what Ying Zheli wanted.
Unexpectedly, the woman frowned, and suddenly rushed towards Ying Zheli, but her chest was aimed at Ying Zheli's sword.
Ying Zheli was shocked.
Unexpectedly, a woman is so strong!
Before he could react, the sword had already been flicked out, and barely brushed the ear of the leader who had just suggested that Ying Zheli keep the woman for himself.
The woman looked suddenly, and in her sight, a boot embroidered with a dark gold mandala walked in, and the hem of the robe was winding. Going up, there is a face that is astonishing as a heavenly man, without anger and majesty, like the bright moon and pearls, no one can ignore him.
The woman claimed to be beautiful, but in front of this man, she couldn't help but feel ashamed of herself.
Behind the man was the woman who had just been led out by the tie.
At that moment, a glimmer of hope rose in the staunch woman's heart.
"Taichang Temple Minister?" Ying Zheli still held the sword in his hand, squinting at Zheyu, he still remembered the arrow under the city gate, which hit his helmet, the person who shot the arrow should be the person in front of him. "Come here, what advice do you have?"
With his fingertips, Zhe Yu twisted the sword handed to his neck, and looked around the generals lightly, "Let them retreat, I have a few words of heartfelt words, and I want to say them to King Li."
The generals who were still in a state of dissatisfaction a while ago stared at Zhe Yu, and one of them rolled his throat and swallowed.
This is the sense of crisis that has been trained on the battlefield all year round. Taichang Siqing made him feel threatened.
Ying Zheli sat down, put his sword aside, and waved at his subordinates.
The subordinates and others filed out.
Zhe Yu glanced at the group of women again, "These women are easy to settle down."
Ying Zheli squinted his eyes, "Mr. Taichangsi, it's too lenient. For the Chinese New Year, the brothers followed me to fight outside, throwing their heads and blood. I'll make them happy. What's wrong?"
Zhe Yu raised his eyelids, still calm, "The next conversation, if you want people to listen, then I don't mind."
Very straightforward and straightforward.
Yingzhe was silent. He didn't ask until everyone had retreated, "What exactly do you want to say?"
Zhe Yu sat down by himself, rinsed the cup with hot tea, and poured a cup of tea, "If you only want to be a prince, you can enjoy these women as you like; if you want to go to a higher position, then let them go."
Ying Zheli laughed, feeling extremely absurd. "This has always been the end of female prisoners of war. Others want it, why can't I want it?"
(end of this chapter)