I wasn't too nervous, but I was surprised. Who could peek at me in the protected palace? You should know that the Jinyiwei was guarding this periphery.
The sound scared the woman outside the door, and she staggered and fell to the ground, and pushed the door open.
"No, don't kill me."
"It's not what I want to come in, it's them who sent me in." The girl's voice was very panicked, scared, and at a loss.
Sittical?
Qin Yun was surprised. He had heard this sound. Wasn’t it Zhuo Lulan’s daughter?
He figured it out in an instant, probably because Mr. Feng sent her in.
He couldn't help but look back and glanced at Mrs. Lan with a strange expression.
Qin Yun sat up slowly and looked at Sitigala who was lying at the door. This girl was only eighteen years old and full of girlishness. She should have taken a shower just now and changed into new clothes.
His facial features are three-dimensional, his eyes are big, and his lips are very small. He inherits Zhuo Lulan's beauty and has the kind of youthful, timid and delicate that only girls have.
"Come here." He waved.
Sitygaro raised his head in fear and looked at Mrs. Lan again, sweat was overflowing on her forehead, and she was very nervous.
She was just an ordinary Jurchen woman, at most aristocrat, but this could not change anything. She did not have the ability and mind of Mrs. Lan, and she had natural surrender to powerful and capable men.
After all, alien races like Jurchens are as strong as grasslands!
Even when I die, my son can inherit everything.
She walked to Qin Yun step by step and knelt down. Because of her nervousness, she could clearly see her body trembling constantly and her delicate face sweat a lot.
I don't know where to look for a pair of eyes.
The more this happens, the more it is likeable.
"How long have you been hiding outside the door?" Qin Yun raised his eyebrows, his voice neither light nor heavy.
Zhuo Lulan was not awakened, maybe she was too tired. She thought the Han people were weak and treacherous, but she didn't expect Qin Yun to be so powerful.
Sitygaro was afraid and knew that peeping was a death sentence.
"I...I, I just arrived."
Qin Yun didn't believe it: "You are lying, how long have you been watching?"
She was about to cry, her face was pale, and she said in fear: "I, I've been there all the time."
Qin Yun's face was instantly awkward, always there?
Didn’t you see everything?
If Zhuo Lulan knew, she might have to find a crack in the ground to get into it, and she couldn't help but show too many things.
"Forget it, you go."
Qin Yun waved his hand and looked at Zhuo Lulan for his shame, not wanting to make things difficult for Sitty Gala.
Besides, Zhuo Lulan is the capable person he will use in the future, so he still has to give this little face.
"Walk?"
Sitygara's delicate body trembled, and he looked outside the dark palace, and a trace of fear flashed through his eyes.
"They are all dead, I... can I not leave?" she said almost begging.
Qin Yun frowned and said in surprise: "Don't you hate me?"
"All of them died because of me."
Cithigala shook his head, like a girl who was ignorant of the world, beautiful and docile: "Don't hate!"
"Why?" Qin Yun even had a scrutiny look, and he was even a little wary. Could it be that this girl saw that she was revenge on Zhuo Lulan?
"The strong are respected."
"In the Jurchens, whoever wins will gain wealth and women."
"We are all trophy!" Sitticalo said with wide eyes, without any sense of embarrassment.
Qin Yun was stunned and looked at her carefully, and there was no trace of lying!
From his heart, it is difficult to understand. If he lost, the woman in the harem led by Xiao Yuxiang either hid his identity and brought the eldest child to revenge, or committed suicide to commit suicide.
How could it be like Sittygara?
But soon, he figured it out again.
This may be the custom of aliens. They do not have the culture of the Han people and are still in an era of extremely backward thoughts.
Everything is normal.
"call!"
He let out a breath of turbid air, then waved her to get closer.
Sitygaro was a little scared, but he did exactly what he did. He knelt down and slowly stepped forward, and came to Qin Yun's knees.
Qin Yun stretched out his hand, gently lifted her chin, and looked at her face in front of the candlelight.
The skin is delicate and the eyes are smart.
If it were placed thousands of years later, it would probably be a pure alien school beauties.
He couldn't help but sigh that the 18-year-old Fenghua is irreplaceable.
Sitygaro also took this opportunity to peek at Qin Yun. She had never seen such a beautiful man.
Because it is elegant and handsome, it is not as rough as most Jurchen men.
Moreover, Qin Yun also has a firm side, his muscles are perfect, and there are many wounds that can make Zhuo Lulan cry.
Qin Yun reached out and slowly stroked her long hair until the back of her head.
She just trembled slightly and said nothing.
If the dead Sitihu saw this scene, he would probably not be able to hold on to the coffin board and would just pretend to be a zombie.
The candlelight shook slightly, and the bedroom was so quiet that it was unreasonable that the needle could be heard.
...
The next day.
When the sun rose, the flag of Daxia had completely filled every corner of Jincheng, and every trace of Jurchen here was wiped out.
The old Jurchen minister was almost washed away by blood.
That few cultures were also burned to pieces.
Qin Yun just wanted to be cruel, so cruel that he erased the history of the Jurchen regime. Anyway, they did not do anything, and there was no essence.
Instead of doing this, it is better to push them all down, just like the grassland, and accept the baptism and cultivation of Han culture!
Many Daxia soldiers think that conquest by force is called conquest, but they do not know that what can conquer a human race will never be force, but culture!!
In just one day, there were as many as thirty-six Jurchen cities that announced their surrender.
Inside and outside Jincheng, a large number of Jurchen people were gathered to sworn in support.
At first glance, it seemed that the dust had settled completely.
As the biggest beneficiary, Qin Yun did not rush to show up at this moment, but instead left most of the matter to his subordinates.
Even accepting meaningful and famous things like surrender, he notified Dugu Jin in advance to do it.
There are not many people in a temple, and they are extremely quiet.
Qin Yun was listening to his subordinates’ reports.
"Your Majesty, according to calculations, our army is probably not allowed to withdraw. The Jurchens are in vain and there is not a decent army."
"When we withdraw, we may be annexed."
Qin Yun frowned: "Calling the Xiang army up, and then let Dugu Jin organize his army into Jincheng, leaving only a few of the Daxia troops."
"Looking around, only the Huns dare to compete for territory with me. If they dare to reach out, I will clean them up together!"
Everyone looked at each other and nodded: "Yes."
"By the way, where are the confidential documents of the military supervisor?" Qin Yun glanced below.
Zhuo Lulan was wearing a strong outfit, but she couldn't hide her concave figure at all. After a night, she became more beautiful, and her eyes seemed to be sensual.
But now her face is not very good-looking. When she woke up last night, Sitigala was there too!
She was so angry that she trembled and wanted to fight with Qin Yun!
She had tried her best to serve, but he...but now, it was a foregone conclusion, and she could only accept it. She hugged Qin Yun's thighs tightly, and could only say that she could try to avoid some embarrassment.
"The military supervisor has no written documents, and all the important things are in my mind." She spoke, trying her best to cover the kiss marks on her neck with her collar.