"So that Lang Jun will know that the slave is the sister of the emperor of the Jin Kingdom in Khotan and has the blood of Li and Tang. There is a princess of the Yuchi family in the Guiyi Army in the east who is the eldest sister of the slave. If the slave can establish himself here, they will definitely support him.
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Secondly, the slave is the real queen of the Zhongyun Kingdom. Everyone in Zhongyun knows it. The king is killed and the queen temporarily takes charge of the country. It can be said to be a natural thing. As long as some benefits are spread, no one will say anything.
In the end, the slave has twelve confidants, all of whom are Khotanese warriors who came here with the slave. They can protect themselves. In addition, the Zhongyun warrior who has long surrendered to the slave will definitely be able to control the situation!"
The reason is very good, Zhang Zhao nodded in agreement.
"Then what can you get after pushing you to the top?"
Li Ruoliu stretched out three fingers and said, "What Lang Jun discovered now is only twenty-three percent of King Zhongyun's treasure. Zhongyun has been a country for hundreds of years and sits on such a busy trade road. How can he only have this little property?
If the husband is willing to be a slave, the slave guarantees that the husband can take away twice as much property as now!"
"My husband, don't listen to this bitch. This is the treasure of our Zhongyun royal family. She will never know that you are willing to give up all the treasures if you let me go!"
Hearing Li Ruoliu talk more and more horribly, Sanpoba couldn't care less about anything. He looked at Zhang Zhao eagerly, his eyes full of begging!
In Li Ruoliu's nervous expression, Zhang Zhao waved to Ma Yaozi, who immediately tore off his sour leggings and stuffed them directly into San Poba's mouth.
"The conditions are good, but I will never make terms with the enemy. If I don't kill you, how can I use them to commemorate my brothers and sisters who died in the war?"
After speaking, Zhang Zhao pointed to the hundreds of Zhongyun warriors who were tied up in the hall and said to Li Ruoliu.
"Originally, I planned to burn down this city, but you made me change my mind!
It is rare that you, a female prostitute, still remember her twenty years after the fall of the Tang Dynasty and still retain the red flag of the Tang Dynasty.
I will give you a chance today, which can be regarded as repaying the loyalty of Wudu County Prince Yuchi Sheng for us guys."
With that said, Zhang Zhao took a writing brush and a plate of ground cinnabar from Cao Yanming's hand and handed them to Li Ruoliu.
"The warriors in this hall must be killed twice! Anyone with cinnabar on his forehead can save his life and wealth.
If not, they will be executed on the spot!"
Suddenly, tears rushed out of Li Ruoliu's eyes, and her nose was so sore that she could hardly breathe.
'The bet is right! The bet is right!' A voice shouted in Li Ruoliu's heart. What Zhang Zhao handed her was a brush, it was a judge's pen that can determine life and death and win people's hearts!
Anyone with cinnabar on their forehead will definitely be grateful to her in the future and regard her as their lord and benefactor!
The hall suddenly became agitated, and some of Sanpoba's confidants turned pale, because they knew that Li Ruoliu would definitely choose to kill them.
In a panic, a tied-up Zhongyun, a strong man, suddenly broke free from the restraints of a soldier, howling and bumping towards Zhang Zhao.
"Dog slave!" The soldier's face turned red with embarrassment. He suddenly pulled out the hammer from his waist and knocked the strong man to the ground with a single swoop.
After a quick smash, the sound of a skull cracking was heard, and the strong smell of fresh blood and red and white filled the entire hall!
No one dared to move anymore. All Zhongyun warriors were waiting desperately and expectantly for the last moment.
Mo Duo was stunned because Li Ruoliu walked right past him without putting a ball of cinnabar on his forehead.
"Queen!" He screamed miserably. He wanted to get up but was held down by the soldiers behind him.
"Mr. Lang! The slave selection is over!" Li Ruoliu held up the brush and cinnabar with both hands and knelt down towards Zhang Zhao.
"A traitor to the master who dares to covet the queen as a servant should be punished for his crime!"
Zhang Zhao quickly got up from the throne and walked to the side, because Li Ruoliu was kneeling to him.
Uh! It's easy to say anything else, but this kneeling down is still unacceptable, because Li Ruoliu made it clear that the princess of the Yuchi family who returned to the Yijun army, who is also Zhang Zhao's aunt, is his eldest sister.
Cao Yanming smiled narrowly, and Ma Yaozi and others who knew the reason also became happy.
Zhang Zhao glared at the playful Cao Yanming with a straight face, and Cao Shishi suppressed his smile and came over to take the brush and cinnabar.
"Pull out the ones without cinnabar on their foreheads and execute them outside the hall! Ma Yaozi, you will go to Nancheng later to select thirty strong people who have practiced martial arts and add them to the list!"
Li Ruoliu's eyes lit up. This husband was really thoughtful. He promoted thirty people from Nancheng to serve as palace warriors, and they would undoubtedly become her close supporters.
Thinking of this, Li Ruoliu blinked her watery eyes and looked at Zhang Zhao lovingly.
Are people helping her like this just because of their property and status as a Han family woman? Do you think so too...
Well! It must be so, Li Ruoliu nodded, he must be a beauty, right? Not everyone can appreciate it at the same level as San Poba, right?
Seeing Modu and others who had betrayed him being dragged out crying, Sanpoba also felt a sense of pleasure, and he cursed vaguely.
"Those who betray the Lord deserve to receive this blow!"
Zhang Zhao walked up to San Po Ba, and after going through three procedures of being furious, making terms, and begging for mercy, King Zhongyun, who knew that death was inevitable, finally accepted his fate. Finally, he no longer looked like a coward who was groveling in order to survive, but had
A bit of the majesty that should belong to a king.
Zhang Zhao waved his hand and signaled Ma Yaozi to let go of Sanpoba, whose head was pressed to the ground, and then took out the leggings from his mouth.
Sanpoba slowly sat up straight, took a deep breath and looked at his wife, concubines and children who were crying in the distance and asked Zhang Zhao.
"Can you leave a bloodline for me?"
Sanpoba has three daughters and two sons. The two older girls look to be about eleven or twelve years old. The remaining daughter is about seven or eight years old. The two boys are even younger. One of them is no more than three years old and the other is still in his infancy.
Among.
"They will all survive!" Zhang Zhao nodded.
"Your daughter will be raised by someone, and when she reaches adulthood, she will be betrothed to a warrior under someone's command. Your son, someone, will take him with him. As long as they don't die young, someone will also train them to be the bravest warriors in battle!"<
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Sanpoba's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at Zhang Zhao with some confusion. According to the general rules, cutting the grass and roots is the most convenient way.
"There is no enmity between you and me, everything is for profit! If a man has been fed by the Five Cauldrons, he should have the consciousness of being cooked by the Five Cauldrons. This is your fate!"
Zhang Zhao smiled confidently, "As for your children, if you can understand this, I won't mind giving them a way out. If you want to take revenge, I can take his life at any time!"
The reason is a bit far-fetched, but what can Zhang Zhao do? As a civilized man, he can't do anything like massacre women, children, old and young indiscriminately.
In that case....he would no longer be him!
"That's right! What you Han people say is right! A man should be eaten by five cauldrons when he is alive, and he should be cooked by five cauldrons when he is dead! Thank you so much for this husband!"
As he spoke, he looked at his two young sons, with a hint of warmth in his eyes.
"My son will grow up well and don't take revenge for me. This is the fate of the king of a country!"
Sanpoba was quite a bachelor, and the two of them had a tacit understanding not to discuss the fate of his queen and concubines, or to take in the wives and concubines of his enemies. Isn't this an era of radicalism?
"You're still a man now, but unfortunately, I really want to give you a good time, but I can't!"
Zhang Zhao sighed, then took out the dagger from Ma Yaozi's waist and threw it into the hall.
"Come on! Those who have cinnabar on their foreheads, give it to each of them and give it to your king!
Get on the road!"
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