"Mancheng...!" A familiar name echoed in Qin Yang's ears, and a man covered in blood and iron bones seemed to suddenly appear in front of Qin Yang. The burning desire in his mind seemed to be suddenly poured out by a basin of cold water.
Turning off, Qin Yang's eyes gradually became clear.
Staring blankly at the weak and trembling body in front of him, the bright red blood on the broken clothes seemed to accuse Qin Yang of boundless sins. The bronze mask had long since slipped, and tears flowed from the closed eyes, covering the girl's bright and unparalleled eyes.
Qin Yang suddenly remembered that the helpless girl in front of him was Zhang Mancheng, the man who sacrificed his life to bring peace to the Yellow Turban Army, the woman he protected with his young life.
"What am I doing?" Qin Yang stared blankly at the sultry scenery in front of him, but he could no longer bring out the slightest bit of passion. He felt deeply remorseful for his behavior, and he suddenly began to feel as if he
It's very shameless, I feel like I'm inferior to a beast. I would treat a helpless girl like this.
The six yellow scarf warriors who fought fiercely dispersed. Qin Yang closed his eyes and held his head. He would rather this was a dream, everything was a dream. He just soiled a hero's beloved, a once-in-a-lifetime hero, in his dream.
A woman who respects him immensely as a warrior who is willing to live and die for him. When she wakes up from the dream, everything will be fine...
"Dahuang..., kill him!" Zhang Ning's angry and trembling voice sounded, and the yellow scarf warrior's huge and ruthless fist was raised high and fell hard.
Qin Yang did not move, nor did he have any intention to dodge or resist. He only wanted to believe that this was a dream, a prank-like erotic dream. When his fist fell, he would have woken up from his dream. By then, he might still watch
To that unruly girl wearing a bronze mask, he might even quarrel and argue with that girl constantly. He might even be caught by her and tortured to pieces. As long as everything that happened in front of him was not true, Qin Yang was willing to do anything.
cost.
"Your Highness! Is Your Highness inside? Your Highness, I am Guan Hai!"
The huge fist never fell, but the sounds of chaotic footsteps and Guan Hai's rough shouts sounded without warning. Qin Yang slowly raised his head and saw that there was no one except the messy room.
Even the torn clothes and the fierce yellow scarf warriors disappeared without a trace.
Is this really a dream? Qin Yang shook his head, unwilling to pay attention to the faint fragrance that was still floating in the air. He was trying his best to hypnotize himself, making him really think that he was just having a dream.
It was a dream that I had when I was comatose after being tricked by Zhang Ning into this place and tortured. Now that I woke up from the dream, Guan Hai and the others came to save me. And the little devil who tortured me also quietly escaped after enjoying himself.
"I...I'm here..." After clearing his dry throat, Qin Yang casually found a piece of rag and wrapped it around his waist. This was originally his clothes, but now he couldn't even find a few pieces to cover his body.
.
"Your Highness? Your Highness, what's wrong with you? What happened? Why were you so seriously injured?! Why is there still blood here? But it's okay, there's not much blood..."
Guan Hai's concerned voice made Qin Yang upset. Qin Yang waved his hand and said, "Don't ask so many questions! Go and find me some clothes!"
"Oh, good! We have sent people to look for it. Your Highness, who are you fighting with? Why are you even wearing clothes? There is only a piece of rag left..."
"Where the hell did you come up with all this nonsense today? Take off your clothes and give them to me! Quick!"
"Then, then...what should I do?..."
"What do I care about you? Hurry up! Yes, even the pants, okay, let's go back!"
"Your Highness...you can do it, but I..."
"Stop talking nonsense, just come with me like this! Do you understand this is called body art?...Okay, okay, I'll give you this piece of cloth, hurry up! If you don't leave, I'll chop you up!"
"In the winter of the first year of Zhongping, the Ling Emperor of the Han Empire, Qin Yanggong, the Yellow Turban Ming King, secretly cast spells for the Yellow Turban Army's great plan in the west of Hanzhong City. The mysterious and powerful man evaded the guards and suddenly arrived. The Ming King showed his power and fought with him for three days and three nights. The mysterious powerful man
He was defeated and escaped, and his identity became a mystery. In addition, Guan Hai, the commander of King Ming's bodyguard, was walking on the street with his clothes uncovered. Passers-by looked sideways, and everyone in Hanzhong was shocked. King Ming summoned him and said: Commander Guan is deeply aware of the unpredictability of heaven, and he feels it.
He started practicing body art. Since then, both China and the barbarians outside the Great Wall have imitated it and it has been widely spread." - "The Biography of the Three Kingdoms"
Qin Yang couldn't care about so many rumors on the street and had no intention of paying attention to them. After returning to his residence, he fell ill probably because of his physical injuries and lack of energy. This illness lasted for five days. Although
Every day Qin Yang had to drink the kind of medicine that almost made him vomit out his swill. But at least he was far away from the hustle and bustle of the outside world, and Zhang Baiqi wouldn't come to persuade Qin Yang every day. This gave Qin Yang a chance to calm down.
Take a moment to sort out your mood.
"Your Highness, Zhang Qushuai would like to see you." Just when Qin Yang's condition had just improved and his mood was about the same, Zhang Baiqi came to Qin Yang's house like a bee smelling the fragrance of flowers.
"Ask Zhang Qushuai to wait for me in the living room, I'll be there soon." Qin Yang got up and moved his body. After lying in bed for a few days, he felt that his bones were about to become tender. Zhang Bai just rode over, so he just wanted to do some exercise.
Thinking of Zhang Baiqi's hard work for the peace talks between himself and the saint Zhang Ning, and for the unification of the entire Yellow Turban Army, Qin Yang smiled slightly. He had already made up his mind, if the saint was willing to negotiate this time, no matter what
No matter what the conditions are, I agree to it. This is not only for Zhang Baiqi, but also to calm Qin Yang's heart.
"Zhang Baiqi came to see His Highness. His Highness was ill, and all the Yellow Turban generals were deeply worried. However, the doctor told us that His Highness should not see guests at this time, so we can only pray for His Highness. Now that His Highness has recovered, it is really my Yellow Turban
What a blessing..."
"Okay, Bai Qi, don't say any kind words. You talk about a small illness like the sky is falling. Why am I so miserable? A simple illness can kill me?"
"His Highness said something serious, said something serious..."
"Tell me, what's the matter? Forget it, let me tell you my thoughts first to save you from repeating the same old thing. I have thought about it in the past two days. As long as the saint is willing to negotiate, then there will be no problem on my side. Negotiation
It can be held at any time, you decide the time and place, I will attend on time."
Qin Yang directly expressed his thoughts, but Zhang Baiqi was stunned, "Your Highness, are you telling the truth?"
"Nonsense, was what I just said fart?"
"No, no, I don't mean anything else. It's just this, haha..."
"What? Zhang Ning still doesn't want to talk?"
"No, no, to be honest with His Highness, His Highness has been ill recently, and I shouldn't have come to disturb him. The saint, Ning'er, specially sent someone to bring me to the main altar, and told me personally that she wanted to restart negotiations with His Highness.
.That’s why I…”
"Oh? Zhang Ning took the initiative to ask me to negotiate? Did she agree to negotiate?"
"That's it. Now His Highness's words are almost exactly the same as those of the Saint. This is what Bai Qi was surprised about just now..."
"What's weird? Since everyone is willing to negotiate, it's a good thing. As I said, you decide the time and place, and I'll be there on time."
"In that case, His Highness can rest in peace and recuperate, and Zhang Baiqi will take his leave."
"Well, walk slowly..."
After sending Zhang Baiqi away, Qin Yang squinted his eyes and thought in his mind. He was also a little confused about Zhang Ning's request for negotiation. But the other party had already spoken, and he had made up his mind. Whatever the other party asked for, he would follow it up.
, is it possible that Zhang Ning still wants his own life? Give her his life too! Thinking of this, Qin Yang's eyes flashed and he stood up.
Under the unexpected joint request of Zhang Ning and Qin Yang, the negotiations between the two giants of the Yellow Turban Army were officially restarted. The time and place of the negotiation, as well as the scale of the negotiation and the security work suddenly became the most important things in the Yellow Turban Army at the moment. Zhang Bai
Qi didn't want to repeat the failure of the last negotiation. He had already made up his mind that this negotiation must have a result.
Although there is no war in Hanzhong at this time, the split between the two factions loyal to the Yellow Turban King Ming and those loyal to the Yellow Turban Saint is the biggest hidden danger for the entire Yellow Turban Army. Zhang Baiqi is determined to eliminate this hidden danger so that the Yellow Turban Army can face what will happen in the future.
We are indestructible in the face of all foreseeable challenges!
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