The word "concubine" obviously refers to her, Xiao Qiao.
However, I am obviously still alive, but why does my husband say that I was forced to death by Yan Liang?
Xiao Qiao, who was originally full of expectations, now fell into confusion.
She even wondered whether the letter was forged by Yan Liang, but after reading it carefully for a long time, it was impossible for others to imitate such handsome handwriting.
That letter was indeed Zhou Yu's handwriting.
Xiao Qiao's confusion was already expected by Yan Liang, so he pointed to Wu Camp in the distance and said coldly: "Mrs. Qiao, do you know who the Wu people on the other side are mourning for?"
Xiao Qiao looked at Wu Ying from a distance, and an ominous premonition suddenly came to her heart.
Could it be said that something unexpected happened to the husband?
Impossible. If something unexpected happened to my husband, how could he write this letter to me?
Xiao Qiao frowned and shook her head blankly.
"Show that wonderful eulogy to Mrs. Qiao." Yan Liang waved his hand.
Zhou Cang then stepped forward, carefully composed the eulogy he had received from Wu Ying yesterday, and presented it with both hands.
Xiao Qiao took it over and took a look at it with suspicion. After a few glances, her stunning face couldn't help but change.
The deceased person mourned in the eulogy was none other than her, Xiao Qiao!
The inscription of the eulogy turned out to be the husband she had never forgotten, Zhou Yu.
In that eulogy, Zhou Yu praised Xiao Qiao's steadfastness and loyalty. In order to preserve her chastity, she did not hesitate to commit suicide. Such noble actions are indeed a model for women in the world.
The eulogy was so tragic and the words were so gorgeous. It was full of Zhou Yu's memory of his concubine Xiao Qiao, and even more full of hatred for Yan Liang.
At the end of the eulogy, Zhou Yu used Xiao Qiao's loyal act to inspire the morale of the three armies, and ordered them to muster up the heart of revenge, follow him, and fight Yan Liang to the end.
After reading this eulogy, Xiao Qiao's hands were trembling, his face was horrified and pale, and his eyes were full of disappointment.
"Impossible, it's impossible for my husband to do this..."
As smart as she was, she had actually guessed Zhou Yu's intention, but her respect and love for Zhou Yu made her unwilling to accept this cruel fact.
"Koto Mizuro was indeed extremely smart. He was afraid that I would use you, Mrs. Qiao, to humiliate his reputation, so he mourned you in such a big way. As a result, everyone in the world thought that you had committed suicide. Zhou Lang's
My reputation has also been preserved, this move is indeed powerful enough."
Yan Liang used a mocking tone to expose Zhou Yu's purpose.
He knew Zhou Yu very well.
Prominent family background, unparalleled handsome appearance, elegance and proficiency in music, outstanding resourcefulness, and a genius with both civil and military skills...
Zhou Yu's handsome head has an enviable halo on it. In Yan Liang's opinion, he can definitely be called a rich, handsome man.
Moreover, he is not an ordinary dandy, rich and handsome, but an elite, rich and handsome man with extraordinary talents.
Yan Liang guessed that in Zhou Yu's eyes, he, a rebel general of the Yuan family, could only be regarded as a rural upstart, even if he was not short and poor.
An elite like Zhou Yu must have a strong sense of self-esteem, regard honor and reputation as life-saving, and will never tolerate anyone's humiliation.
However, for an elite like him, the woman he loves now falls into the hands of a nouveau riche like Yan Liang. The blow to his self-esteem is definitely more painful than losing a battle.
That's why Yan Liang asked Xiao Qiao to write him a letter home to say he was safe.
Yan Liang wanted to use that letter to tell Zhou Yu clearly, you, an elite woman, are now in the hands of me, a nouveau riche, what can you do to me!
Yan Liang guessed that Zhou Yu, who was very famous, must have become angry because of shame. Once he lost understanding due to anger, he would naturally lose his sense of proportion.
Zhou Yu's self-disorder was exactly what Yan Liang wanted to see.
Now it seems that Yan Liang was at least half right. In order to protect his reputation, Zhou Yu even went so far as to fabricate a lie about Xiao Qiao's suicide and staged such a farce of mourning.
Going to such a big fight for a woman, it seems that Zhou Yu is indeed a little confused.
And this ruthless fact, like a sharp blade, stung Xiao Qiao deeply and made her delicate body tremble.
"But it seems like Zhou Lang doesn't intend to take you back, Madam. I wonder if Madam Qiao still wants me to send you back?" Yan Liang asked with emotion.
Xiao Qiao tightly held the eulogy in her hand, as well as Zhou Yu's autographed letter, her plump body trembled slightly, sadness and loss surged in her face, and there was also a hint of resentment.
Yan Liang's words had ruthlessly torn apart her self-comfort. Xiao Qiao knew that her beloved husband had decided to ruthlessly abandon her in order to preserve her reputation.
She had enjoyed all the glory, wealth and honor, but now she was just an abandoned wife and a trophy.
"As we approach the enemy's shore, I'm going to see clearly what Zhou Lang is doing."
Yan Liang put his tiger arms on his back and shouted loudly.
Dozens of warships began to approach the water camp of the Wu army at Ruxukou like a show of force.
Yan Liang didn't think it was enough, so he shouted: "Knock on the drums, how can you play monkey without beating gongs and drums?"
The order was passed, and the war drums rumbled. Under the huge momentum, dozens of warships did not take the Wu army seriously at all, and put up a formation intending to break through the enemy camp.
Zhou Cang, who was beside him, saw this and said hurriedly: "My lord, our army only has a few dozen ships. We are so close to the enemy camp. What if the Wu army takes advantage of the situation and rushes out."
"Don't worry, Zhou Yu will never dare to come out and let me get closer."
Yan Liang was extremely confident and ordered the warships to approach the enemy shore even more arrogantly. In a short time, they had already approached the enemy camp by more than thirty steps.
Such a huge noise had already alarmed Zhou Yu. Zhou Yu, who was grieving and indignant over the "death of his beloved concubine", heard the noise and hurriedly rode straight to the water village.
Zhou Yu originally thought that Yan Jun was launching a massive attack, but when he arrived at the shore, he discovered that there were only more than thirty enemy ships.
"Commander, Yan's army is too arrogant, but more than thirty ships dare to attack. General, please lead an army to attack. We will definitely annihilate this group of enemies in one fell swoop."
Pan Zhang came on horseback and asked for a fight angrily.
Zhou Yu raised his eyes to examine the enemy's situation, but said calmly: "Yan Liang is a very cunning bitch. How could he use these few people to die? I guess he must use them as bait to lure our army to attack. I am the governor."
How can you be fooled by him?"
"The governor is wise." Pan Zhang suddenly realized, but said angrily: "But if we don't attack, are we going to let the enemy show off their power under our noses?"
Zhou Yu snorted coldly, "It's not that easy to show off your power in front of this governor. Pass the order and quickly mobilize the entire battalion of crossbowmen to shoot back the enemy with random arrows."
"promise."
Pan Zhang responded and left. In a short time, nearly two thousand crossbowmen quickly gathered towards the shore, and aimed their fierce arrows at the enemy ships on the river.
Just when Zhou Yu was about to order the arrows to be fired, an old soldier beside him suddenly shouted: "My lord, look, there is a woman on that ship, she looks like the second lady."
The old soldier was an old servant who had followed Zhou Yu for many years, and the "second lady" he referred to was Xiao Qiao.
Zhou Yu was shocked and looked up anxiously to look for him. The surrounding Wu soldiers were also startled and all looked up into the distance.
In his field of vision, he could see a majestic enemy general standing proudly on the river dozens of steps away, and he looked very much like Yan Liang.
Next to the enemy general, there was a woman in plain clothes with long flowing hair. Although her face could not be seen clearly, the outline of her face and her slim figure were vaguely similar to Xiao Qiao.
After being married for many years, Zhou Yu instinctively concluded that the woman on the enemy ship must be his concubine.
For a moment, a hint of surprise flashed through Zhou Yu's heart.
The surprise disappeared in a flash, and immediately, endless anger filled Zhou Yu's face.
If that woman is Xiao Qiao, then the man next to her must be Yan Liang.
His woman actually followed his mortal enemy to show off her power to him. This was such a humiliation for him.
Zhou Yu became angry and shouted: "The second lady has committed suicide and martyred her country a long time ago, so there is no need to talk nonsense. What are you waiting for? Give me a hard shot and shoot these enemy thieves to death -"
At this time, Zhou Yu was already riding a tiger, because he had announced to the entire army that his wife was dead, and even mourned her. If he admitted that the woman on the boat was Xiao Qiao, how could he admit that he was lying in public?
How could the dignified Mizhouro allow the soldiers of the three armies to laugh at him for being a liar?
"But master, if this is an arrow, the second husband..."
The old soldier was so shocked that he tried to persuade him again, but Zhou Yu glared at him so hard that he had to shut his mouth in fright.
At the command, the war drums sounded, and thousands of crossbowmen raised their hands to shoot.
At the bow of the ship, Yan Liang looked calm, as if he had expected it.
He just waved his hand lightly, and the soldiers carried up the strong shields that had been prepared long ago. Trees were set up layer by layer, and an iron wall was erected in front of him and Xiao Qiao.
"Mrs. Qiao, I'm afraid Zhou Lang can recognize you from such a distance. Madam, you might as well guess whether Zhou Lang dares to shoot the arrow." Yan Liang said with a faint smile.
"My husband is not so heartless, he will not let go."
Although Xiao Qiao was disappointed, he still had a glimmer of hope in Zhou Yu, thinking that Zhou Yu's previous ruthlessness was just out of necessity. He would never be so ruthless as to risk shooting himself to death by shooting arrows at Yan Liang's ship.
Yan Liang smiled disdainfully, "Then Madam, do you dare to make a bet with me?"
"Betting? What to bet on?" Xiao Qiao asked blankly.
"Let's bet on whether Zhou Lang can shoot the arrow. If he does what the lady said and takes into account that the lady does not shoot the arrow, I will let the lady go back."
Hearing this, Xiao Qiao's heart suddenly shook.
After pondering for a long time, Xiao Qiao made up his mind and said through gritted teeth: "Just bet, my husband will never be so ruthless."
Xiao Qiao still had some confidence in Zhou Yu, believing that her husband who doted on her so much would never be willing to shoot her.
Yan Liang sneered and said: "Very good, Mrs. Qiao is indeed courageous, so what if you gamble?"
After hesitating for a moment, Xiao Qiao plucked up the courage and said resolutely: "If I lose, you can do whatever you want, I will let you do whatever you want." (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!