After listening to Zheyu's analysis, Zhenyilou felt even more disgusted. "They are all poor people, Zheyu, please save them."

Zheyu raised his amber eyes and glanced at Shinichi: "What a great hero, the sword is in your hand. If you want to save people, just swing the sword."

"You!" Shinichi's fists clenched, and his brows were ignited with anger, "Yes, I can save one or two, but how can I save so many people? Besides, what will happen to them after saving them? They will still be arrested.

It only lasts for a while, but it won’t save me in the long run.”

Now that the New Year is approaching, the army cannot return to the court in time for New Year's Eve. They have to reorganize and rest, which may take ten and a half days. This time is enough for them to capture many good people.

The world has changed, and Shinichi is no longer the person who does things just by being chivalrous. He thinks more carefully.

"Okay, now that I know how to adapt, I know how to call in foreign aid." Zheyu crossed his arms and smiled.

Shinichi faced Zheyu seriously, "Zheyu, you sent a letter to Yunzhao, and I came over without saying anything. Now, I beg you to help them, you must have that Zhou Quanfa."

Because he was concerned about Baicao Shi, and because he knew that the opponent was a high-end combat power, Shinichi was like a thousand-mile horse, flying under the stars and wearing the moon, and rushed to reinforce him. He seriously injured those elders, and he was really indispensable.

Zheyu raised his head and looked at the deep night. Under the dark clouds, there was an invisible man-eating monster. Tomorrow was New Year's Eve, and it was supposed to be a day of reunion, but instead there were wives and children separated.

He patted Shinichi on the shoulder and said, "I'm teasing you. I think if Shishi knew about it, she would definitely do the same."

Because he loves Wujiwu, he will accomplish what she wants to do.

"I'm going to go and meet the King of Ceremony right now. You stay here and guard. Not even a mouse can get close."

Seeing that he agreed, Shinichi smiled stupidly, "You can say whatever you want."

There is no need to explain this. Even if I try my best, I can't let anyone get close to her.

After Zheyu finished explaining, he headed towards Prince Li's meeting hall.

Zhen Yilou sat at the door of Baicao Shi, leaning his head against the door bolt and raising the corners of his mouth.

Even though we are separated by a door, we are still the closest distance, and it is still in the name of fairness, which is great.

**

Ying Zheli also moved into the city lord's mansion.

Because this is the place where the regent of the enemy country lived, living here itself is a sign of victory.

At this time, the lights in the meeting hall were bright, and Ying Zheli was exchanging cups with his generals.

In the center of the hall, there were more than a dozen girls kneeling side by side. They were trembling and crying more and more.

"Sir, please spare my life. I still have my parents at home."

"Sir, I still have a little money at home, so I can show my respect to you. I just ask you to show your respect."

Ying Zheli took out the sword from his subordinate's scabbard and patrolled in front of the woman. Suddenly the sword came out and reached towards the woman's chin. "Good boy, don't move. If you move, your appearance will be ruined."

The woman was forced to raise her chin slightly, her back was stiff, and her three souls and seven orifices were about to disperse. She wanted to struggle but didn't dare, so she just looked at the person in front of her with tears.

Ying Zheli clicked his tongue, "She's just average-looking. If any of you want it, take it back."

The generals were smiling. Whether they look good or not is relative. A girl in her prime can be as ugly as she is. She is still younger than the yellow-faced woman at home. Besides, it doesn't matter if the candlelight is extinguished.

A general stood up, walked to the court, and said "Thank you, Your Majesty." Amidst the exclamations of the women, he had already picked him up and walked out of the hall.

Everyone burst into laughter.

Ying Zheli’s sword is still being looked for.

Unlike other people who were sobbing and wiping away tears, he saw a woman with her head hanging down. She had a pair of very beautiful hands, which were slightly bent at this time, showing her inner unwillingness and unyieldingness.

It's her.

This time, Ying Zheli handed the sword to his left hand, bent slightly, and pinched the woman's chin with his right hand, forcing her to look at him.

"Wonderful, wonderful! There is a woman with such an appearance in a small border town, hahaha!"

I saw that woman, her eyes were like waves in the water, and her eyebrows were in the mountains, giving her a lively charm. There was dirt on her skin, which was dirty. Ying Zheli raised his hand to wipe it off for her. Her skin looked like that of a fair-skinned woman.

It generates light and can be broken by blowing a bomb.

Ying Zheli's eyes straightened, and his heart was hit hard.

I couldn't bear to give such a beauty to my father.

"Your Majesty, there are many women in the city. I will go find them for you tomorrow. If you like this one, just keep it for yourself." The general below observed the words and expressions and understood the essence.

These words were exactly what Ying Zheli meant.

Unexpectedly, the woman frowned and suddenly rushed towards Ying Zheli, but her chest was aimed at the tip of Ying Zheli's sword.

Ying Zheli was shocked.

I never thought a woman could be so strong!

Before he could react, the sword had already bounced out, barely grazing the ear of the commander who had just suggested that Ying Zheli keep the woman to himself.

The woman looked suddenly, and in her sight, a pair of boots embroidered with a dark gold mandala came in, and the corners of the robe were flowing. Looking up, there was a face that was astonishing to the heavens. It was not angry and powerful, like the bright moon and pearls.

No one can ignore him.

The woman prided herself on her beauty, but she couldn't help but feel ashamed in front of this man.

Behind the man was the woman who had just been led out by the general.

At that moment, a glimmer of hope rose in the strong woman's heart.

"Prince Taichang Temple?" Ying Zheli still held the sword in his hand and glanced sideways at Zhe Yu. He still remembered the arrow under the city gate that hit his helmet. The person who shot the arrow must be the person in front of him. "

Come, what advice do you have?"

Zheyu used his fingertips to twist the sword handed to him in front of his neck, and looked around at the generals calmly, "Let them retreat. I have a few heart-to-heart words that I want to say to Prince Li."

The generals who had been so wild just a moment ago all stared at Zheyu, one of them had his throat rolling and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

This is the sense of crisis that he has been trained on the battlefield for many years. Minister Taichang Temple made him feel threatened.

Ying Zheli sat down abruptly, put his sword aside, and waved his hand towards his subordinates.

A group of subordinates filed out.

Zheyu glanced at the group of women again, "These women are all well settled."

Ying Zheli narrowed his eyes and said, "Mr. Taichang Temple, your control is too lenient. During the Chinese New Year, my brothers followed me to fight outside, throwing their lives and blood, and I gave them some happiness. What's wrong?"

Zheyu raised his eyelids, still calm and calm, "If you want others to listen to the rest of the conversation, then I don't mind."

Very direct and firm.

Ying Zheli remained silent. After everyone had left, he asked: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Zheyu sat down by himself, rinsed his cup with hot tea, and poured a cup of tea, "If you just want to be a prince, you can enjoy these women as you like; if you want to move to a higher position, then let them go."

Ying Zheli laughed and thought it was ridiculous. "Female prisoners of war have always had this fate. Others want it, so why can't I?"
Chapter completed!