"You guys come over here."

In the Xiongnu military camp in Touman City, inside the military tent, Zhou Fugui whispered to Li Qing, Xu Mancang, Xue Wentai, Pan Jiangui, Baimawu, Yelihu, Yang Xinhong, Wu Tianqi, Wei Xiazi, Chen Kunkun, Hong Wei and others.

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So everyone gathered around Zhou Fugui.

"If you have a chance to escape, just leave quickly!" Zhou Fugui ordered in a low voice.

After Zhou Fugui saw the barbarian girl, his vest became cold and his palms became sweaty. He always felt that something was wrong, so he called Li Qing and others to him and whispered.

"What happened? Fugui?" Li Qing asked.

"Don't ask. After escaping, keep running south." Zhou Fugui continued to warn.

Everyone looked at Zhou Fugui with great concern and nodded.

"General Zhou, why not just break out of the siege and fight back to Xuelin City?" Guanzhong Mang monk Xue Wentai then said to Zhou Fugui.

Others don't know, but Xue Wentai will never abandon Zhou Fugui and run away. Is he worthy of being a human being if he just abandons his benefactor who saved him twice?

"It's too late..." Zhou Fugui smiled bitterly upon hearing this.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the tent.

Zhou Fugui waved his hand and ordered them to retreat. He held the heavy sword at his waist tightly and stood at the door of the tent, waiting for the verdict of fate. His brain was working rapidly, looking for a way out or a way to escape.

But how can we think of a solution in this moment?

Zhou Fugui had calculated everything, but he could not count on "meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land"... If he had known at that time, he would have killed the barbarian girl with a knife or captured her back and made her his maid... It would have been much better than the current situation.

On the battlefield, kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. Zhou Fugui once again realized the weight of this sentence.

This enemy is not just men.

"General, my master invites you!"

Four people came outside the tent. They were not at war with each other when they came up. When they came up, they captured Zhou Fugui. The four people were not fierce generals, but two men, two women, and four slaves. They did not carry any weapons. After entering the tent,

He just said to Zhou Fugui respectfully.

The four slaves bent down and bowed their heads with extremely submissive expressions.

"Oh..." Zhou Fugui nodded when he heard this, then took off his heavy sword and handed it to Xu Mancang. After giving everyone a meaningful look, he followed the slave and walked out.

The respectful attitude of the four slaves does not mean that Zhou Fugui and others have saved the day. Maybe they will be polite first and then attack, and lay down five hundred swordsmen and axes in the tent to kill themselves. Zhou Fugui secretly thought to himself as he walked.

, At this point, what is the use of carrying weapons? No matter how powerful Zhou Fugui is in martial arts, it is only the difference between dying a moment earlier and dying a moment later, so it is better to leave empty-handed and resign himself to fate.

How did he die? Zhou Fugui thought in his mind, he heard that the Huns used human heads when offering sacrifices to heaven, but was his head different...

When Zhou Fugui was thinking wildly, he had already arrived in front of the tent of Linyue, the princess of Duoyongjian of the Xiongnu. In front of the tent were four ferocious-looking and armored guards. Seeing that Zhou Fugui was unarmed, they took one look at him and let him go.

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"I will use the holy morning dew as tea for you to enjoy first. I have found a peaceful look in your eyes. My dear, please fall asleep quickly and fly in the sky on the silver bird in your dream. Dream of that pure white

Clouds, blue sky..."

Linyue's spacious sky or tent is made of precious wood as a frame and covered with felt. Opposite the center of the dome is the fire position, and there is a brazier. Directly in front of the brazier is the door, and the left side of the door is neatly arranged.

There were some saddles, riding whips, etc. arranged neatly, and there was a huge Xi'an expensive carpet on the ground. Lin Yue knelt down on the carpet, Prince Ben of the Huns rested his head on Lin Yue's knee, and Lin Yue gently caressed Prince Ben's

With her hair in a bun, she sang a Hun song softly in her mouth. Her soft voice made Prince Bian fall asleep.

Under the bright yellow and warm firelight, Lin Yue's plain face without a trace of makeup was almost transparent. There was still a faint blush on her skin after the bath. Her black hair had the luster after bathing, and the ends of her hair became more and more shiny.

Rolled up outward, two large rolls fell just beside the earlobes. On the white and round earlobes were two jade earrings the size of little fingers.

Linyue spoke softly, with a holy light on her face, which was completely different from the way she took things away when she faced Zhou Fugui on the snowy field.

Zhou Fugui couldn't help but look at her a few more times after entering the account, almost staring at her carefully, even "squinting"... This is not the moonlight, beautiful like a fairy, beautiful like a moon, beautiful like a moon.

Zhou Fugui has seen many immortal women... But he always feels like he has known her before, of course not that time on the snowy field.

When Xueyuan fought with the Xiongnu army, Zhou Fugui shot and wounded Lin Yue. At that time, he had a vague feeling that she was familiar with her. At the same time, this was one of the reasons why Zhou Fugui showed mercy and did not take her life.

Of course, Zhou Fugui didn't know Lin Yue before the snowy field, but he had a vague feeling that he and she were familiar, as if he had met her in a previous life.

"Master, the general is here." A female slave stepped forward and said softly to Linyue.

The slave girl kept her voice very low, for fear of waking up the sleeping prince Ben.

"Take him down, be careful, don't wake him up." Linyue nodded, picked up the prince's ben and handed it to the slave girl, and then said softly.

The female slave knelt on the ground, hugged Wang Ziben, and exited the tent together with the other three slaves. Only Lin Yue and Zhou Fugui were left in the tent.

"Who is he?" It seemed that there were no five hundred swordsmen hiding in the tent... So Zhou Fugui felt more at ease and asked after looking at the frail Prince Bian.

Should we capture her and use her as a hostage? Zhou Fugui thought secretly in his heart.

First, look around and talk to him, and then take advantage of her unpreparedness to capture this Hun woman alive...

"He is my life." Linyue looked at Zhou Fugui and replied softly.

"Your child?" Zhou Fugui asked again.

"My husband!" Linyue's face flashed red when she heard this, and then she quickly calmed down and replied calmly.

"Husband...husband...?" Zhou Fugui turned his head and glanced outside the tent after hearing this, then turned to look at Lin Yueqi and said.

Is this "yellow-mouthed kid" her husband? Zhou Fugui secretly thought to himself, if you don't believe it if you beat him to death, could he be a child bride?

Can such a "little kid" be able to do human things? The more Zhou Fugui thought about it, the more filthy he became.

In fact, Prince Ben is not young anymore, but his development is stunted and his body is thin.

"He is my great Hun Prince Ben..." Lin Yue heard this, glanced at Zhou Fugui's face and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Linyue was grateful to Zhou Fugui for saving her life, and at the same time, she vaguely felt that she and Zhou Fugui were familiar. Therefore, at this moment, Zhou Fugui was obviously from Yan, and it was almost certain that he was from Yan.

Zhou Fugui called to his account.

"Oh, Prince Ben? Then should I call you Prince Concubine or Da Rouge?" Zhou Fugui asked after hearing this.

"It's up to you..." Linyue stood up, walked to Zhou Fugui and said, "Stop talking nonsense, who are you? Why are you here?"

Zhou Fugui was tall and burly. Sitting and talking to him, she felt a strong sense of oppression. When she stood up, although she was still a head shorter than him, Lin Yue felt much better.

"The eldest prince and concubine of the Xiongnu..." Zhou Fugui thought for a while and then replied: "I am from the Yan Kingdom. I believe you should know it well, right?"

"Well, people from Yan State." Lin Yue nodded when she heard the words: "Do you know the consequences of people from Yan State coming here?"

"It's nothing more than one death!" Zhou Fugui said with a smile when he heard this: "But the eldest prince and concubine of the Xiongnu, you can't be indiscriminate, right? You won't just ask for a kill without asking clearly, right?"

"Of course you have to ask clearly, otherwise I won't invite you here." Linyue nodded: "Who are you? Why are you here? Tell me quickly, otherwise... you must also know the consequences.

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"Can you sit down and talk?" Zhou Fugui asked, pointing to the burial carpet.

After two days and two nights of hard work, Zhou Fugui had barely slept a wink and was already exhausted.

Whether they want to kill or not, they must feel comfortable before they die, Zhou Fugui thought to himself.

A Yan Jun who was on the verge of death still asked to sit down? Lin Yue was speechless when she heard this. This was the first time she saw such a shameless person, so she had no choice but to nod.

Linyue has seen cruel people, despicable and shameless villains, and heroes, but she has never seen such a lazy person.

He probably has a thicker skin than the Great Wall, Lin Yue thought to herself.

"The eldest princess of the Xiongnu..." Zhou Fugui got Linyue's permission, and sat down on the resting carpet without ceremony and said: "I am a prisoner of the Yan Kingdom, prisoner, do you know?

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"How could I not know about the prisoner? He is the one who deserves to die." Lin Yue replied angrily.

"Why do prisoners deserve to die? Is there any reason for this in the world? Prisoners have also been wronged. Princess Xiongnu, what you said is biased!" Zhou Fugui said angrily after hearing this.

"What's biased? Are you... going to say it? You're not going to say it? Someone..." Zhou Fugui was verbose, looking around, obviously delaying time, so Lin Yue said angrily.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I say..." So Zhou Fugui hurriedly replied: "I am a prisoner and was sent to the border. After arriving at the border, his uncle's old thieves drove us into the snow.

Outside Lincheng, those who are hungry and freezing..."

"Old thief? Which old thief?" Lin Yue interrupted Zhou Fugui's words and asked in surprise.

"The Border Governor Hu Yansheng." Zhou Fugui replied.

The Border Governor Hu Yansheng? Old thief? Lin Yue almost laughed out loud when she heard this.

A person who once had such an extremely noble status was actually called an old thief by him? Lin Yue was secretly amused and a little angry.
Chapter completed!