Chapter 6 Helan
It was dark, bumpy and suffocating.
In the sound of the horse s hooves, I woke up, I thought I only had a nightmare, but at this time, I was shocked to realize that I could not move, and even my mouth was stuffed with cloth, and I could not make any sound, and my eyes were even more dark and did not see the light ...... This is a dream, it must be just a nightmare, I want to wake up, wake up immediately.
In the darkness, I tried my best to open my eyes, but I couldn't see anything.
I used all my strength, but the limbs are not half strength, even a finger can not lift up.
My heart was beating rapidly, echoing in the stifling, dark space, almost crashing out of my chest.
I couldn't breathe, and cold sweat instantly drenched my clothes.
Where is this, what am I in?
In my ears, I can only hear the sound of horses hooves in a hurry, sometimes there is the sound of creaking and crashing, constantly bumping and shaking - I must be in the galloping carriage, but this front and back are wooden boards, like in a narrow long box ...... This is, is it, a coffin?
Only the dead will lie into the coffin, a chill jumped all over the body, and even doubt that he is really still alive.
In addition to the hands and feet were bound to the stiff pain numb, I did not feel my own signs of injury - it seems that I am not dead.
What kind of person would dare to murder me? Is it my father s political enemy, a long time enemy, or a chaotic party of rebels ...... robbed me, what use is it to them?
I was shocked, scared and angry for a while.
Thousands of thoughts swirled in my head, my body couldn't control the shaking, fear and loneliness came overwhelmingly.
Darkness suffocation, I frenzied struggling up, trying as hard as I can to break away from the bindings, but my body steeply hit a soft and warm thing ...... No, it is a person ...... Pitch black narrow coffin there is a person lying beside me!
This makes my soul fly away, horrified to be about to send out a terrified and vague cry for help from the throat.
"Hush."
The voice of a ghostly cold voice sounded beside me.
"Quiet."
I was stiff as a rock.
"Don't wake me up to sleep, if you wake me up again ...... will wake me up ......" The voice paused, unusually low, with a succession of gasps, but the next moment there is only a dead person like a cold hand, touching my cheek, causing me to shiver.
These fingers traced my lips and chin, stopped at my neck and slowly tightened, "I will snap your neck."
Who was this, a human or an evil spirit?
I bit my lip hard, still shaking uncontrollably.
But in the darkness came the sound of rapid coughing, this person beside me, coughing like he was going to die.
Carriage speeding momentum seems to slow down, outside someone worriedly asked: "young master can still be safe?"
This person hissed angrily: "Who told you to stop, go, go!"
The carriage immediately accelerated and sped away, lurching violently, hitting me with pain all over my body and a burst of heavenly rotation. Even the demon beside me couldn't help but moan in a low voice, as if in agony, his icy hands wandering haphazardly over my body, grasping my clothes, like he was enduring a violent torment.
The taste was like being entangled in a poisonous snake.
At this time, I was cold and hungry, frightened and apprehensive, and in a state of confusion.
The carriage sped non-stop for a moment, I try to maintain consciousness, distinguish the sound that can be heard - there is the sound of water, the sound of the marketplace, and even the sound of the wind and rain ...... time and again fell asleep, and time and again woke up in the bumps of the carriage. I don't know how long it has been, getting colder and colder, getting hungrier and hungrier, and in my drowsiness, I feel like I'm going to die.
I woke up again, only to hear a bang, and the harsh light suddenly made me unable to open my eyes.
"Young Lord, Young Lord!"
"Watch out, quickly carry the Young Lord out!"
In the chaos of people's voices and silhouettes, I vaguely saw them lifting a person from beside me.
My sanity was still in a chaotic state, I only felt that I was being held up, dragged out of the coffin, and thrown on the cold hard ground, my whole body hurt as if it was going to crack, my throat was dry, and I didn't even have a trace of strength to move.
"This little bitch looks bad, dying, quickly call Lao Tian to come and look, don't just get it and then swallow your breath."
"Old Tian is treating the young master's wounds, and throw her to the cellar, give a bowl of vegetable porridge will not die."
The speaker's accent is cloudy and heavy, unlike the people of the Central Plains, the latter cold and hostile voice is actually a woman.
My eyes slightly adapted to the dim light in front of me, vaguely see, beams broken, hanging dust accumulation of soil, seems to be a dilapidated folk houses.
In front of me stood a few people, tall and short, all do the northern herdsmen dress, face hidden under the felt hat, indistinguishable.
Someone untied the rope in my hand, pulled the rags stuffed in my mouth, and poured a bowl of cool water on me.
I had a jolt of lucidity, and was then lifted up by two big men and stumbled into a door.
They threw me down on a damp floor covered with hay.
A moment later another man stepped in and set something down on the floor, then folded and closed the door.
I was bent over the hay, cold, numb, and dying, without an ounce of strength.
The inexplicable scent at the end of my nose suddenly made me feel hungry.
For the first time in my life, I know the taste of hunger, like countless claws of apes and monkeys scratching between the lungs.
In front of me, three paces away, resting on an open earthen bowl, holding half a bowl of gray sticky stuff.
Aroma - the aroma of grain is emanating from this bowl.
Lungs between the "apes and monkeys claws" scratching more urgent, so that I barely squeeze out the last ounce of strength, to hold up the body, trying to stretch out his hand, fingertips almost, but can not reach the bowl.
My eyes blackened, crouched on the ground, crawling with all my might, and finally reached the bowl.
I gulped down the sticky food in the bowl, and the rough chaff of the grain immediately scraped my dry throat, and I wanted to spit it out, but I could not resist the "ape's claws" demanding and scratching me, and I only swallowed it down one bite at a time, and I choked out tears.
When my mouth tasted a wisp of salty and bitter, but because of their own tears flow to the cheeks, with the chaff with the cause of swallowing.
Bowl see empty, my throat hidden pain, but the sweet taste of grain in the tongue, suddenly feel better than the old delicacies a hundred times.
I swallowed the last mouthful of rice porridge, wiped my lips with the back of my hand, and quietly crouched on the hay, waiting for my strength to slowly return, waiting for my three souls and six spirits to come back to life.
I finally realized that nothing in the world could be more important than staying alive.
I will live, live to escape from here, live to go home.
I repeated this thought over and over again, I said to myself - Luangya Wang's daughter, can not die in this cellar for no reason.
Father and brother will surely come to save me, Zi Tan will come to save me, aunt will come to save me ...... Perhaps, King Yuzhang will also come to save me.
King Yuzhang.
This name jumped into the brain, the cold mist in front of my eyes emerged to treat the army that day of the iron horse cold armor, black helmet white tassel, that steering horse sword independent figure of the sky and the ground, the horse's hooves stepped over the dead bones of the hu captives, the flag hunting, a "xiao" word seems to be able to pave the sky and the earth....... That god of war! The man who is like a god of war is my son-in-law, a hero who can conquer the world!
Yes, my son-in-law is a hero of the world, he can pacify the world, and it is easy to defeat these few thieves and bandits.
I crouched on the cold ground, my body shivered, strong hope from the bottom of my heart burst out, turned into strength rushed to the limbs.
At this moment, if someone is here, see the wife of the king of Yuzhang actually crouched on the ground, like a dying beast prostrate ...... No, I can not be so weak, so humiliated! This thought provoked me to slowly brace myself, move my numb legs, and sit up holding onto the wall.
My eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, allowing me to see the vague outline of the cellar.
This place was damp and cold, but it was much better than the ghastly coffins from before.
At least there were dry mounds of grass, no more bumps, no more suffocation, and no more of that viper-like coldness wrapped around me.
Thinking of the person they called "young master", and the cold hand on the neck, I shivered and couldn't help but huddle into the hay.
At this moment, I am intensely homesick, miss my parents, miss my brother, miss Zi Tantan ...... silently remembering those relatives who care about me, every time I think of a name, a face, a little more courage.
The last thing that comes to mind is Xiao Qi.
Or that day on the city tower far from the figure, give me the most certain support.
Exhaustion like a mountain pressed down, drowsy, I seem to dream like waking up, saw the Zi Tama green shirt stood under the wisteria flowers, reaching out to me, but I can not reach him, even the body can not move.
I anxiously shouted at him, "Zi Tama, come here, come to my side!"
He came, approaching step by step, but his face gradually blurred into the fog, his green shirt turned into a cold and shiny armor.
I stepped back in fear.
He rode on the back of a brawny black dragon-like mount, and the horse flared its nostrils angrily, spewing flames.
The man on the horse, leaned down and reached out to me, but I could not see his face.
I woke up from a big dream, the lock on the door rattled, and someone came in and yanked me to my feet.
That person escorted me out of the cellar, to a dilapidated wooden house, I saw that day yellow dress graceful "Wu Hui Xin".
She changed a bloated cotton robe, head wearing a felt hat, dressed in men's clothing, beautiful face, look but harsh, looks more status than the several tough men standing behind her.
Those people are stout, high boots and swords, curved beard and braid, obviously not from the Central Plains.
Seeing me looking directly at her, "Wu Hui Xin" fiercely gouged out a glance, "I don't know what to do with your life, bitch!"
I ignore, turn my eyes to look at the house, see the doors and windows closed, empty, tables and chairs askew, like a deserted house. Inside there is a door, tightly hung curtains, a strong smell of medicine wafted out from that house.
Outside I do not know the day and night, but there is the sound of harsh wind, the wind in the Central Plains is not like this, this is afraid of the north.
Someone behind me gave me a push, I stumbled a few steps to that door.
"Young Lord, the person has been brought."
"Let her in." That familiar icy voice came out.
A stooped and bearded old man picked up the cloth curtain and looked me over from head to toe.
The light in the inner room was even dimmer, and there was a person half leaning, half lying on the dirt kang facing me.
The room was filled with the pungent and heavy smell of herbs, and there was also a cold, like the smell of death, like the smell in the coffin that day.
The old man behind him retreated noiselessly, and the curtain was lowered again.
The man on the kang appeared to be injured or sick, embraced in thick cotton wool, leaning against the head of the kang, looking at me coldly.
"Come here." His voice was low.
I raised my hand to straighten out my sideburns and slowly walked over to his couch, trying my best not to show the slightest bit of fear.
Facing the faint light from the window slit, my gaze, fell into a pair of dark and cold eyes.
Actually is a young handsome man, pale face, deep contours, long eyebrows oblique fly, pursed thin lips without blood, a pair of eyes but Sen bright forcing people, contains a needle point like sharp, look at my eyes like ice needles stabbed.
Such a person is the leader of the bandits who kidnapped me, is the coffin of the fierce evil.
His gaze, recklessly swept over my circumference.
"The car touched your body, very fragrant and soft, then wanted to look at your face ...... is really a perfect color, Xiao Qi is not lucky." His gaze is demonic, and his words are like talking about a whore, thinking that this can humiliate me?
I looked at this despicable person contemptuously.
He met my scornful gaze and smiled morosely, "Come over and lie down, warm up my body for me, it's too cold here."
I held back my heart's disgust and faintly said, "You're so sick and dying that all you have left is the ability to abuse women?"
His face stiffened, a sickly angry red color surfacing in his pallor, he suddenly poked up from the bed and grabbed at me as fast as a ghost.
The tip of his finger was just a hair's breadth away, almost touching my throat.
I drew back in horror.
His strength is disheveled, propped up on the edge of the kang, bent over and laughed, laughing and coughing, his body's white clothes, immediately revealing a little scarlet blood, like a blood-soaked ghost.
"You do have some guts."
He raised his stern gaze, without any restraint, staring at me wantonly, with a light and playful look.
"Thank you." I held my head high to meet his gaze.
He is still smiling, but the smile is gradually cold, "man for the knife and chopping board, you for the fish meat, and then the eloquent fish meat is difficult to escape the knife and chopping board, you might as well think about what kind of death is more interesting, is to peel off the clothes hanging on the stake to the wind and sand blowing to the skin and flesh, or thrown to the wild wolves in the middle of the night, bite by bite, let the wolves tear off the skin and meat ... ... ...By the way, wolves like to eat women's faces first, and in the end, only the scalp is left with strands of hair, this I like."
There was a churning in my lungs and a chill down my spine. I clenched my teeth, trying my best to maintain a smooth speech, slowly opened my mouth, "It's not even good, if you want to kill me, it's best to do it in front of my husband, in front of the Yuzhang King's eyes, so that he can watch you do it."
His cold smile froze on his lips, and he looked at me morosely, "You think I'm afraid of him?"
"Isn't this exactly what you're planning to do by robbing me to go north?" I looked at his face with contempt and saw that his face was bloodless and furious, so I knew that my guess was right in all probability - this person was indeed Xiao Qi's enemy, and his voice cut with hatred when he mentioned Xiao Qi's name. If he only wanted to assassinate me, he would have killed me with a single stab at the Thousand Kites Meeting, but he went to great lengths to hide me in a coffin and bring me to the north near the border. His target is obviously not me, but only Xiao Qi.
I am afraid that I am his hostage, or bait, to blackmail Xiao Qi.
"Evidently, I am useful to you and cannot die for a while."
I didn't move and retreated to an old chair, brushed off the dust on it, and graciously took my seat.
He narrowed his eyes at me, his gaze like an awn, as if he were a jackal sizing up his prey.
The gaze caused the skin of my arms to flush with coolness.
"Not bad, you're useful, but it depends on how I like to use you." He smiled maliciously, looking me over from head to toe.
I clenched my fists in silence, anger rushing straight up from the bottom of my heart.
"Your husband's self-appointed hero, if he knew that his royal consort, who lost her virginity to his own hands to exterminate his clan, slaughtered like pigs and dogs of the Helan clan-" there were two clusters of ghostly fire dancing in his eyes, and the corners of his lips hooked up into a sinister smile, "You say, Xiao General Xiao will think?"
I was struck by a shock of electricity.
Helan, he said that he is a Helan clan member.
The Helan clan, this clan has almost been forgotten by the world and has been single-handedly erased from the map of public opinion by Xiao Qi.
More than a hundred years ago, the Helan clan gradually grew from a small nomadic clan, carved out a border to establish itself, founded the state of Helan, paid tribute to our dynasty on a yearly basis, and exchanged commerce and travel. Many Helan people intermarried with the Chinese plains, gradually assimilated by the Chinese rituals, language and etiquette are no different from the Chinese plains.
Later, when war broke out, the Turkic people took advantage of the opportunity to invade the country, and in order to protect themselves, the Helan Kingdom affiliated itself with the Turkic people, killed our town envoys, plundered and killed the merchants and travelers of the Central Plains, and broke with our dynasty to become the enemy.
After that, the Turkic people occupied the northern border for many years, until they were defeated by Xiao Qi in the battle of Shuohe, and finally lost to the desert after three years of stalemate.
In that battle, King Helan refused Xiao Qi's offer to surrender, killed the messenger who sent the letter to Xiao Qi, helped the Turk to send out troops, sneak attacked the road that our army must pass through, and set my grain on fire. Xiao Qi, who was the General of Ningshuo at that time, was furious and surrounded the city of Helan with 10,000 soldiers to cut off its water source and food. King of Helan begged Turk to send troops to save him, but Turk was too busy to take care of itself, and was being chased and attacked by the main force of Xiao Qi's army.
Knowing that the situation was over, the son of Helan started a rebellion, forced his father to kill himself, and opened the city to surrender to Xiao Qi.
Xiao Qi accepted the surrender and made the son the new king, who swore allegiance to our dynasty.
The new king swore allegiance to our dynasty. Xiao Qi then took the road to Helan and attacked the Turks in the north, leaving his generals in the city.
Unexpectedly, the Helan royal family took advantage of Xiao Qi's departure and rebelled again, killing the general and attempting to attack Xiao Qi with only 10,000 iron horsemen in the desert in a two-pronged attack with the Turks. They underestimated Xiao Qi's most elite guard force. In that battle, the Helan people poured 50,000 soldiers into a bloody battle for two days and two nights, but Xiao Qi's 10,000 cavalry killed only 5,000 of them and retreated back to the king's city. The new king asked for surrender again, Xiao Qi didn't even take a look at the surrender form sent by the envoys, waved his troops to break into the city, executed more than 300 people of the Helan royal family, and chopped off the head of the new king with his own hands, as a punishment for those who reneged on the alliance, and hanged the city for ten days.
I remember the details of this bloody saga of the desert massacre well.
After the marriage, my father ordered people to send me a copy of all the documents that had been used by the court to honor Xiao Qi's achievements over the years.
I understand my father's painstaking efforts, read word by word, even if I do not have the memory of childhood recitation, want to forget the words between the lines are thrilling story is also very difficult - so far I have not seen Xiao Qi's face, did not hear him say a word, but already familiar with the size of the battles he has been through, as if he had seen it in person.
"Your Highness, do you know how your husband's great achievements came about? Yuzhang King's honor, and how many wronged souls and dry bones piled up?" This orphan of the Helan clan, leaned over and forced me to look at him, his gaze like a frosty blade, his face so white that it was scary, "On the day of the overthrow of the kingdom, more than three hundred members of the royal family were slaughtered, not even the newly born babies were spared! The commoners were trampled by his iron hooves as if they were ants!"
I bit my lip and sat still, my hands and feet were cold, but hot blood rushed from behind my ears to my cheeks, and a scene of blood-red color involuntarily appeared in front of my eyes.
I only felt horrified by the massacre of the city and the extermination of the family from the paper, but at this moment, listening to this person's canker-like questioning, but it is like being in an extremely cold abyss.
The two clusters of venomous flames in the bottom of his eyes, forced straight to me, "Princess, you this golden leaf, have you ever seen the widows and orphans, women and children, freezing to death and starvation, fell to death by the side of the road, the bones of the beasts to gnaw on; white-haired old man buried his children and grandchildren in the tragic death of his own hands; villages in the twinkling of an eye into the sea of flames ...... Do you know what it is like to watch the country break up and fall into ruin? What does it feel like?"
"I know it is the worst pain on earth." I restrained the slight tremor of speech, closed my eyes, dispersed the blood-colored visions in front of me, and slowly said, "I also know that, back then, if the King of Helan had not gone back on his word and reneged on his alliance, it would never have led to the tragic disaster of the destruction of the country."
My eyes suddenly black, only to see the wind movement of the robe, that person actually left the bed, as if crazy, pounced towards me, violently held me down in the chair.
He strangled my neck fiercely, his whole body pressed up and pressed me against the hard back of the chair, making my back almost break.
My throat was locked tight, I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't even let out a cry of pain.
All I could see was his crimson, bloodshot eyes closing in, his breath pressing right up against his brow.
"Are you saying that I, the He Lan royal family, should be a sitting duck and deserve to die if I resist?" He asked angrily, his hands clamped down so hard that I almost suffocated. The broken wooden chair underneath me made a cracking sound and collapsed, bringing me down to the ground together with him.
I took advantage of this struggle, gasping for breath as I braced myself and grabbed a strip of wood in my hand to strike at him.
"Bitch!" He yanked me violently to my feet and against the wall, bullying me close.
My body froze around me, and out of nowhere, I fought to raise both elbows to protect my body and slam them into his chest.
He let out a grunt of pain, and his grip on me abruptly loosened.
I fell to the ground and saw him staggering back, covering his chest with his hand, a bright red blotting out of his chest white.
He looked at me with hatred, his face as white as paper, his body trembled and he choked out a mouthful of blood violently, his lips scarlet.
A bit of blood foam splattered on my lapel.
I covered my mouth to muffle a scream, and retreated to the window in horror, my heart pounding violently.
He collapsed against the side of the bed, opened his mouth, but could not make a sound.
The cloth curtain cut off the line of sight outside the door, even if someone heard the noise inside, they would only hear his words of insulting me, and the sound of tearing my lapel, and hear the chair fall over and the sound of my struggling and gasping....... No one would break in at this time, disturbing the young master's "good deed".
Although the window was nailed shut, there was a dagger on the bed.
I did not hesitate, immediately pounced forward to grab the dagger in the hands. When I drew my sword out of its sheath, the cold light shone brightly, just like my brother's sword made of fine iron from the bottom of the sea.
I gritted my teeth and swung the dagger, and the blade that cuts iron like mud really cut open the window in three or two strokes.
The man who fell by the side of the bed, opened his mouth and gasped dramatically, like he was about to cry out.
My heart tightened, I turned back and approached him, raising the dagger in my hand and pointing it straight at his chest.
This man was suffering from a seizure of his injuries, he was powerless to resist, and only needed a single stab to take his life.
I bit my lips tightly, my hands trembling, and met his resentful but fearless gaze.
His chest blotch of blood has been a large area, throat issued a muffled groan, thin body in pain curled up like a baby, face pale almost transparent, dark eyes reflect the light of the knife in my hand - life in a moment, the hatred in his eyes is as intense as a fire, can not see half a point of weakness and fear. Even if he is a villain, this courage, I have to admire.
Is he a villain?
I hesitated at the moment I raised the knife to stab.
I thought of what he said, the royal family should not be a sitting duck, resistance is deserved to die?
In my eyes, he is the remnant of the foreigners, but in his eyes, am I not the enemy of the foreigners?
Whether it is a royal family or a commoner, it is still a life.
I slowly put down the dagger in my hand, looking at his ice-like eyes, there is a moment of sympathy in my heart.
This is also a living person.
Although it is a foreign barbarian, there is also the beauty of a lonely and clear face, this frosty and snowy lonely and clear, is the person I hid in the bottom of my heart, leaving me the most profound impression ...... Zi Tama, Zi Tama, in the past, he was sick, he was also this thin and helpless.
This person's bleak eyes, actually and Zi Tantan icy gaze superimposed together, in the softest part of my heart, poked a knife.
It's just, it's just.
I put the dagger across, pasted on his neck, bit my lip and said, "The Yuzhang King killed your clan, is for the country to kill the enemy, he is not wrong; you for the country to avenge, also not wrong, so ...... I will not kill you."
He looked at me fixedly, his eyes were as bleak as blood, but in this moment floated sadness and confusion.
Push open the broken window, a north wind rolled straight in.
Outside was a gray and yellow messy meadow, I gritted my teeth, carefully drilled through the window hole and leapt down.
I fell on the soft straw, and when I stumbled up, I ran. But after running only a few feet, my feet were caught in the sash, and my whole body fell to the ground, hitting my knees painfully.
In front of my eyes, it was bright, snowy bright, the light of the sword was snowy bright. My heart fell straight into the deep valley, clenched my teeth and slowly sat up.
"Do you think the dozen or so people outside are blind, saying they can run away?" A coarse man's accent was laughing out loud.
He reached out to drag me.
I sidestepped and coldly said, "Don't touch me, I'll walk on my own."
"Hey, what a hot pussy!" The hanyou probed and grabbed again.
I raised my head in a huff and glared at him with a cold gaze, "You dare to be reckless!"
He was stunned.
I stood up, calmly straightened my sash, and turned towards the house that I had just escaped from.
I stepped inside the door, before my feet could stand firm, the silhouette in front of me moved, my ears crunching, and my face was a fiery and sharp pain.
It was the young girl in male attire who raised her hand and slapped, "Bitch, dare to offend the young master, you deserve to die!"
My eyes blackened and the taste of blood seeped out of my mouth, I gritted my teeth and stared angrily, my ears buzzing.
The young girl raised her hand again, but I heard a scolding, "Stop, Little Ye!"
The old man with a long stooped beard lifted the curtain from behind that door and said in a deep voice, "The young master ordered that she should not be hurt."
"How is the young master?" That young girl couldn't care less about me, busy tugging at the old man to ask urgently.
The old man looked at me faintly and did not reply.
I was escorted back to the cellar once again.
This time, probably to prevent me from escaping, my hands and feet were tied with thick ropes.
The cellar door closed heavily, and in the darkness, I smiled bitterly.
If I had known that running would be in vain, I might as well kill that man with a knife, one life for one life.
After a night, the tomboyish girl named Xiaoye personally escorted me out, brought me to the backyard, and pushed into a felt hut.
Surprisingly, there was a bucket of hot water, and clean rough clothes.
I let out a long sigh of contentment-whatever purpose they had, being able to have a bucket of hot water to bathe in was enough to rejoice.
I changed into clean clothes, dried my wet hair, and Òwashed it up, stepping out of the felt hut in a refreshed manner.
Without saying a word, Miss Xiaoye came forward and tied my hands again, and the hemp rope was tied tightly and tightly on purpose.
I endured the pain and smiled at her, "You don't look good in men's clothes, it's more beautiful to wear the yellow shirt from that day back."
She chilled her face and pinched me hard in the ribs.
Auntie had said that women torture women much more ruthlessly than men.
I was taken to that young lord's room again.
He was leaning on his back, his face a little paler, and his gloomy gaze lingered on my face for a long time before moving to my hands.
"Who bound you?" He frowned.
"Come here." He peeked up and reached to untie the ropes around my wrists, his fingers thin and long, so cool they had little warmth.
"Bruised." He took hold of my wrist.
I withdrew my hand and stepped back, watching him coldly.
He watched me quietly as well for a long moment, narrowing his eyes, "Regret not killing me?"
"No matter, maybe there's still a chance." I smirked, waiting to see what new method he had to humiliate me with his fake sympathy.
He laughed indulgently, "Xiao Qi kills like a man, but the princess he married is merciful, interesting, interesting!"
I smiled, "General should kill the enemy for the country, although I do not want to get blood on my hands, if forced to do so, I also do not want to."
He laughed coldly, "You are very defense husband, but unfortunately the Yuzhang King does not know how to pity the jade, such a good person, but cold three years in the empty chamber."
I pursed my lips, suppressing the shame and indignation in my heart, fearing that he would catch a glimpse of my embarrassment, and coldly said, "I am in my family affairs, so what is enough for outsiders to say."
"The whole world knows your grievances, why would you need to brace your face, Your Highness." He smiled gloatingly.
"You are not me, how can you know my grievances." I raised my eyebrows and smiled, "My husband is fighting for the country, open and honest, and is not a sneaky villain who specializes in making things difficult for women and children, what is there to be aggrieved about."
His eyes snow bright, anger, smile hidden malicious, "when the abandoned woman when so willing, good life lowly."
I laughed back in anger, "An enemy has a wife like this, you don't need to be jealous."
He stared scorchingly at me, his chest heaving, seemingly suppressing great anger, "Get out, get out!"