Chapter 272: Women have always been troublesome women
Facing Rong Junye's embarrassment, the middle-aged Confucian scholar just sighed lightly: "A beauty is a disaster. I just don't want a woman to miss our great cause. In ancient times, Daji brought trouble to Shang and Zhou, and Yu Ji destroyed Chu."
The overlord’s eternal achievements, my subordinates are doing this to prepare for a rainy day and take precautions in the future.”
"Xuan'er is just an ordinary woman, how can she be so capable? You, why do you insist on forcing me to do things I don't like?" Rong Junye stood up, with anger hidden on his thin and white face,
This is the first time I talk to a middle-aged Confucian scholar in such a high-spirited manner.
"Young Master, if you feel that your subordinate has gone too far, I am willing to cut off one of my arms. I hope you can calm down, Young Master!" The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked pale, then stepped back, twitched his right hand, and already lifted the sword from his waist.
He got up and slashed with his backhand towards his left arm. The silver light burst out, along with the dazzling blood that dyed Rong Junye's eyes red.
"Master, Master..." Rong Junye stared blankly at the middle-aged Confucian scholar who had cut off his arm. His face was twitching, and he knelt down in front of the middle-aged Confucian scholar. He choked and shook his head, "What are you doing?
What, why are you doing this? Do you want my disciple to feel guilty for the rest of his life?"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar showed pain on his face. He stopped the acupuncture points on his left arm and looked at Rong Junye meaningfully. He gritted his teeth and said, "You are the hope of our prairie. The fate of our people depends on it."
In your hands alone
You are a descendant of the brave and capable Temujin. You must be stronger. Our people are now oppressed by the Ming Dynasty all the time and live a precarious and inhuman life. Everyone is waiting for your return, Your Highness, the prince. Give us
The supreme power of Wala
We are all waiting for you, waiting for you to lead our entire Mongolian nation to rejuvenate and become strong, Your Highness, can you bear to see our people being oppressed and bullied by the Ming Dynasty everywhere?"
A trace of sadness flashed across Rong Junye's face, and his originally sad eyes added a bit of heaviness. That yurt with lush green grass, that paradise on earth where the wind blew grass and saw cattle and sheep, that former tribe that was cruelly exploited by the Ming Dynasty,
It made his heart collapse infinitely
Why, why is he the one who bears the weight of a mountain? Why should he live in this world with such clarity and reality? He just longs for a plain true love. That's all. Is it wrong?