Chapter 67 Who was the best in the Tang Dynasty in the past three hundred years?
"When did I, a man in the Tang Dynasty, become so cautious? When I see a prostitute, I still need a soldier to accompany me? Sir, why don't you sit down for a while and taste the taste of the sencha prepared by the slave?"
The woman gently pushed the tea grinder in her hand to carefully grind a ball of tea leaves into powder. Several small jars next to it were filled with onions, ginger, dried dates, orange peels, salt, vinegar and other items.
The tea of this era, eh! It will be difficult for future generations to tolerate it.
"Sure enough, he is a hero! Mingguang Armor! I have seen it in your Lord's illustrations. Only the sons of my heaven can be so mighty!"
The woman raised her head and looked at Zhang Zhao, her eyes filled with admiration. Zhang Zhao also squatted down in front of the woman and stared at her.
This is a typical appearance of a Han woman with the style of the Western Regions. She is not as similar to a Han woman as Cao Sanniang, but she speaks an authentic Guanzhong dialect mixed with elegant pronunciation characteristics, which was a characteristic of the Chang'an aristocracy a long time ago. "Madam, does this look like someone who would get dizzy over a few nice words? How can the so-called masculine style be as important as life?
If it weren't for the sake of you defeating the King of Wudu, I would have pierced the lady with a crossbow and then dug three feet into the ground to search."
Zhang Zhao was extremely wary of this woman who claimed to be the seventh-generation grandson of Yuchi Sheng and Princess Deqing. Who knew her identity in Zhongyun Country? Who knew what she wanted to do?
No matter whether she is a descendant of Yuchi Sheng or not, no matter whether she has the blood of the Li Tang royal family, it is not as important as the lives of the brothers and sons behind her.
"Why don't you tell me now, Madam, where King Zhongyun Sanpoba is? I'm so grateful!" Zhang Zhao's tone became impatient.
"Put it through? How can Mr. Lang penetrate the slave completely?" The woman stopped grinding the tea leaves and looked at Zhang Zhao with a pitiful look.
Inadvertently, a little soft and fragrant tongue swayed from the red lower lip, and the body followed it gently. Under the sway, a large part of a jade bowl that could not be covered by the chest-high skirt was exposed! <
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‘Gudong!’ The unpromising Ma Yaozi couldn’t help but swallowed hard, and his eyes couldn’t move away as if they had taken root.
Zhang Zhao smiled faintly, is this seduction?
It's a pity that it can't capture his soul. I, Zhang Da's time traveler, have become immune to all poisons under the training of Teacher Aoiji!
Although the woman in front of me is very tempting, she is still far behind the professional and dedicated teachers in Neon Country!
"One,"
"Two,"
Zhang Zhao started to count, and the woman who was letting go of her charm suddenly changed her expression.
Because a black iron hammer with a solemn smell of blood is already hanging in the air, and the owner of this black iron hammer is a strong Tubo man who doesn't know how to be charming at first glance, and is full of sour stench!
"I'm going to count to three right now, if you are still ignorant! I guarantee that your head will explode like a watermelon!
Dundup is not interested in a stick like you, he likes those weighing more than 140 kilograms!"
A hint of Feng Yuanzheng's dark sneer appeared on Zhang Zhao's face, his lips curled up, and he seemed to be about to say the next three words.
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The sound of heavy breathing came, and Dunzhu actually showed quite excitement. Maybe in his opinion, it would be a very satisfying thing to hammer such a porcelain doll-like beauty into a rotten watermelon.
The woman's face finally showed a look of horror and fear. She suddenly discovered that the beauty and the blood of the Li Tang clan she relied on were useless to two of the three men in front of her!
This blind person actually called her a dry firewood stick? Is there such a slim dry firewood stick?
"I know where King Zhongyun will be hiding. Please, for the sake of the Tang Dynasty and the Great Sage, the Emperor of Jin, don't implicate innocent people like us!"
In the pitch-black cellar, where one could not see his fingers, Sanpoba was breathing heavily in a floral brocade robe.
As a king of a small country who is easily coveted, starting from Sanpoba's great-grandfather, several such cellars have been built in the inner palace of Juni City, which contain a large amount of water and dry food, enough for more than a dozen people to hide in.
Half a month.
This is a very useful method, because it is impossible for ordinary bandits to occupy Muni City for a long time.
Just like today's situation, Sanpoba only needs to stay in this cellar for a few days, and when the thieves outside leave, he will be King Zhongyun again.
As for the property in the treasure house, not to mention that he has several hidden treasure houses that are not easy to find at all. Even if they are found, it doesn't matter to him.
This is the intersection center of the Southern Silk Road. As long as people are here, wealth will soon accumulate.
"Mo Duo! As long as you protect this king, after the thieves leave, the reward will never be missing. Don't you like Governor Zuo's wife? He is dead now. When you get out, I will give that woman to you!" Sanpoba made a wish to the captain of the guard, Mo Duo, who was also breathing heavily. At this moment, the relationship between the king and the guard had undergone a 180-degree change.
"Your Majesty, don't worry, Mo Duo is your most loyal minister!"
In the darkness, the loyal minister’s voice sounded a bit erratic!
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