Zhou Peng gritted his teeth, kowtowed three times on the ground, and said: "I will definitely serve as the prince and princess, and I will take the lead before you die! I will prepare first and be on standby at any time!" Then he stood up and left.
Xuanyuan Che came over and helped Qian Qian up, and said with concern: "If you can't convince him, then why are you doing this?"
Qianqian looked at Zhou Peng's leaving back and said with a smile: "Didn't the prince notice? Zhou Peng is a rare talent! If when we asked him to agree just now, he was afraid of the prince's power and agreed quickly, I
That’s why I feel like this person is unavailable.”
Xuanyuan Che also smiled and said: "He is brave and resourceful, and he is upright and principled. Once he decides who he is loyal to, he will not change easily. He sends people deep into the enemy camp. This is the kind of person we need."
Qian Qian looked at Xuanyuan Che tenderly and said: "A scholar will die for his confidant, so if you want to get his loyalty, you must exchange it for loyalty!"
Xuanyuan Che raised his head and smiled, "Loyalty? Only subordinates are always loyal to their superiors. You have a noble status, how can you be so condescending? Don't do this next time, I will feel very sorry for you."
Qian Qian was too lazy to argue with Xuanyuan Che about the equality of all people, so she bowed and said obediently: "Yes, I just obey my orders."
Xuanyuan Che gently stroked Qian Qian's shy face and said, "Qian Qian is beautiful, even without the pink and red clothes, she is still radiant."
"If I don't like red makeup and prefer armed weapons, I will follow wherever my husband is!"
Qian Qian hugged Xuanyuan Che tightly, but after being apart for more than ten days, it felt like a century had passed. Every minute and every second since then felt doubly sweet, and she was also afraid of losing her.
Zhou Peng walked to his tent, scooped up a bowl of water, and poured water on himself from head to toe. In ancient times, people were divided into different levels, and there was no reason for a noble person to kneel down in front of a humble person.
Zhou Peng was so enthusiastic that he took off his military clothes, put on ordinary clothes, packed his baggage, rode a fast horse, and galloped away to Getali City.
Three days later, Dongyi's army pressed under the capital city of Getali, and the two sides faced off.
Qian Qian was in the middle of the camp, surveying the strength of the enemy and ourselves, and discussing with Xuanyuan Che how to deal with the enemy.
Victory is certain, because Getali is short of major generals, and food and grass are in short supply. The people in the city have begun to panic.
What they were discussing was how to minimize their own losses and how to minimize the harm to the innocent people in Getali.
Xuanyuan Che's brows were furrowed. When Qian Qian brought a bowl of tea, seeing Xuanyuan Che's expression, he knew that he had encountered something annoying again.
Qian Qian put down the tray in her hand, smiled and picked up the teacup on the tray and handed it to Xuanyuan Che, "Why are you so gloomy about this? Aren't we already determined to win? Did Zhou Peng send a message?"
Xuanyuan Che nodded and handed a parchment scroll to Qian Qian.
Zhou Peng tried his best to sew the skin on the belly of a real sheep and then deceived the Getali soldiers guarding the city and delivered it to Xuanyuan Che.