After being "forced to stand" at the top of the city for more than half an hour, Qin Yang finally couldn't bear the pleading of Zhang Baiqi and the Yellow Turban generals and returned to the camp. In fact, this was not what Qin Yang wanted in his heart.
However, Qin Yang was worried that if he continued like this, he would arouse the dissatisfaction of the generals and directly lead to a bloody conflict between the Yellow Turban Army and the Skitarii Army.
Anyway, raising one's head is the same as cutting back, so it would be cleaner to resolve the matter quickly. So Qin Yang came to Zhang Ning with the determination to "see death as home", like a generous martyr.
"Qin Yang came uninvited, and I hope the saint will forgive me. If the saint is still angry, you might as well make all the requests directly, and Qin Yang will comply with them one by one."
"Request?" Zhang Ning's voice was calm and frightening. Under the ferocious mask, a pair of beautiful eyes stared coldly at the yellow scarf king with lowered eyelids in front of him, "What else can I ask for? Can you turn back time? If you can.
, I will definitely kill you when I see you for the first time!"
Hearing Zhang Ning's cold voice with a hint of resentment, Qin Yang couldn't help but tremble slightly in his heart. He knew that the damage he had done to the girl in front of him was irreparable. But now that things have happened, in addition to facing reality,
What else can be done?
The conversation between the two and Qin Yang's attitude, everyone in the tent could see something strange even if they reacted slowly. This was definitely not a matter of being early and being late. There must be other entanglements between the Yellow Turban King Ming and the Saint.
But no one knew what the dispute was. They could only stand aside quietly, waiting for the final outcome of the matter.
"What? You have nothing to say? Where are your abilities? Where is the majesty of the Yellow Turban King Ming?"
"..." Qin Yang was silent for a while, but his heart was full of tangles. He wanted to cry but had no tears. He never thought that he could do nothing to a little girl despite being a commanding officer on the battlefield with thousands of troops. But no matter what,
No matter what, I took away someone's virginity violently. Although there was no pleasure, it was a fact after all. But who knew that it was also the precious first time for the Yellow Turban King...
"Okay, since you have nothing to say. Let me do it! Not only do I want to say it, but I also want to say it properly in front of all the Yellow Turban soldiers and the people of Hanzhong!" Zhang Ning seemed to be angry and stood up suddenly without even looking up.
He walked back towards the outside of the big tent.
"Holy, holy girl..." Seeing Zhang Ning like this, Qin Yang screamed in his heart. Doesn't this girl want to make what happened in the Chengxi Inn public? If so, I'm afraid the whole Han Dynasty will be killed tomorrow.
The headline news discussed in the streets and alleys of the empire must be "Yellow Turban King Qin Yang raped an underage girl, the murderous appearance was obvious, and it was horrific." Or simply "What happened to the innocent girl who was brutally tortured? The record of the sinful life of Yellow Turban King Qin Yang."...
Isn't it strange? Didn't women in ancient times value chastity very seriously? Did I remember it wrong? Or is this girl simply an alien? So brainless? Thinking of this, Qin Yang couldn't help but feel the rush of blood all over his body.
He burst into "waterfall sweat" and hurriedly chased him out of the tent. No matter what, he couldn't let this girl succeed!
When something unexpected happened, both the generals on both sides and Zhang Baiqi were stunned on the spot. When Zhang Ning and Qin Yang quickly walked out of the tent, everyone woke up from a dream with all kinds of curiosity.
Rush out of the big tent.
"Holy girl, little ancestor! You must not talk nonsense! It doesn't matter what I, Qin Yang, do, you are a yellow flower girl..." On top of the city, Qin Yang tugged on Zhang Ning's clothes like a little daughter-in-law.
, murmured quietly.
"Get away! Stay away from me! My eldest daughter? Don't you feel guilty for saying this?" Zhang Ning rolled his eyes at Qin Yang, shook off Qin Yang's hand and went straight to the top of the city where he had already set it up, ready to announce the final result of the negotiation.
of high platform.
How could Qin Yang give up and hurriedly chased after him, whispering: "It's all my fault, I'm guilty, I'm obsessed with sex. If you don't feel relieved, kill me! Don't make fun of your own reputation!
, how about I marry you? Anyway, you are not married and I am not married..."
"What?!" Zhang Ning turned around fiercely, staring at Qin Yang with a cold light, and then said something that made Qin Yang stunned, "What do you mean?! Is it more uncomfortable to marry me than to kill you?!
"
"Ah..., ah?" Qin Yang was filled with bitterness, and his face immediately turned into a bitter gourd, explaining: "No, no, you misunderstood, I didn't mean that, I meant not to kill me and feel uncomfortable! Oh,
No, it’s more uncomfortable to kill me than to marry you... Hey! It hurts! Hey? You, don’t go! Listen to my explanation! I’ll wipe it!”
The huge yellow scarf warrior suddenly appeared, blocking Qin Yang's road like a hill, and glared at Qin Yang with big copper bell-like eyes.
Although the people who chased out did not hear clearly the conversation between Qin Yang and Zhang Ning, their voices, which were slightly raised due to excitement, finally reached everyone's ears.
"Hey, did you hear that just now? Why kill me and marry me? There seems to be something going on between them."
"Yes, yes, I heard it too. It seems that the saint asked His Highness to marry her, and then His Highness said why don't you kill me..."
"Come on, the saint and His Highness are incompatible with each other, how could it be possible..."
"That's not necessarily the case. Maybe it was chaos that started but gave up. You see, even the Saint's rhubarb came out. His Highness Prince Ming must have been deceived by the Saint into losing his virginity, and then the Saint forced His Highness to marry her..."
"No way? Is it so outrageous? Could it be that the Saintess is this kind of person?! I really didn't see it..."
"Tch, there are a lot of things that you haven't noticed. You haven't seen His Highness's expression now, as if he's eaten shit. I heard Liao Hua say before that His Highness's body is so thin and tender that it looks like a 'little pain' at first glance. No.
It’s really true when I think about it.”
"Oh! Can you please lower your voices! Who are these people? Why is there even such a word as "xiaoshou"? What's going on?!" Qin Yang looked at the "whispering" subordinates in the distance with black lines on his head.
, I wish the sky had eyes and thunder would strike all these scum to death immediately!
However, Cangtian seemed to be sleeping and did not hear Qin Yang's prayer. Instead, Zhang Ning, who was about to step onto the high platform, heard everyone's comments. The anger in his heart that had just been aroused by Qin Yang suddenly surged, and he couldn't even
Qin Yang felt the hot breath coming from the high platform in the distance.
"People of the Yellow Turban Sect! Soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army! I am Zhang Ning! Today I announce something to everyone in the name of my Yellow Turban Saint Saint..." There was silence under the city, standing on the high platform
Above, Zhang Ning's crisp voice spread far and clear with the blessing of Dou Qi.
"Long live the Saint! Long live the Yellow Turban!" Seeing Zhang Ning walking up to the high platform, the city's skitarii and the people cheered overwhelmingly. Qin Yang was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot under the high platform, facing the eager eyes.
He wants to move "Big Yellow", but he doesn't dare. You know, as long as he takes action against "Big Yellow", it will be the signal for the war to begin. The 50,000 Huangtian camp outside the city will immediately raise their swords and rush towards Hanzhong City, and a bloody battle will begin.
It's inevitable. But if he doesn't move, God knows what Zhang Ning will say. Qin Yang now wishes he could strike a thunderbolt and chop himself to death.
"Perhaps this matter will surprise everyone, or even make you unwilling. But these words have been held in my heart for a long time. This may be the most important decision in my life. No matter what the outcome is, I hope everyone will listen quietly.
I finished..."
Every word Zhang Ning spoke was like a heavy hammer, hitting Qin Yang's heart hard one after another. Qin Yang even hoped that everyone present would become deaf collectively, including himself of course.
"Zhang Ning, thanks to the mercy of my benevolent father, the great sage and good teacher, was able to become a saint of my Yellow Turban Holy Sect. It has been four years since I was twelve years old, but during these four years, Zhang Ning has been ashamed to
The trust of the great virtuous master and the support of all the believers. Not only did Hanzhong become more prosperous because of me, but my own brothers in the Yellow Turban Army fought against each other and killed each other. I allowed the treacherous villain to slander the flesh and blood of the great virtuous master.
Heaven sealed the Yellow Turban Ming King Qin... Your Highness. This made the spirit of the great virtuous teacher unable to rest in peace in heaven, causing General Zhang Mancheng... to die in Hanzhong in vain, and causing the souls of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers to return to the battlefield!..."
Speaking of this, Zhang Ning's voice seemed to be choked, and her delicate body was trembling slightly in the cold wind. After a while, Zhang Ning regained her composure and continued: "So, I have decided to resign from the position of Saintess of the Yellow Turban Holy Sect and from now on.
From now on, both the people of the Yellow Turban Holy Cult and the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army will all be under the banner of the Yellow Turban. Only the orders of His Royal Highness King Ming of the Yellow Turban will be obeyed! This is my last decision as a Holy Lady of the Yellow Turban Holy Cult. It will take effect today and will not be allowed to do so.
Change!"
Zhang Ning's voice was extremely clear, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians inside and outside Hanzhong City were in an uproar. The saint resigned? Handed over the power of the entire Yellow Turban Holy Cult and the Skitarii?! Could it be that everyone heard it wrong?
Qin Yang, who was under the high platform, was stunned. For a moment, he thought he was in a dream, "What, what's going on?!"
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