"You are a smart man, how could you not understand!" Lu Shaohao whispered in Arnold's ear, with contempt in his words.
Arnold felt depressed, she understood, and understood clearly.
She is a hostage that Lu Shaohao tried every means to obtain, but she does not have to live. Lu Shaohao wants to take her to a place, but he can also kill her directly when she resists at all costs. As long as the news of her death is not known.
If the news spreads, Hu Gechi will not dare to act rashly, and their goals will be achieved.
The reason why she was able to keep her life until now was that, firstly, she did not have any wishful thinking about escaping immediately, and secondly, before she reached an absolutely safe area, Lu Shaohao might use her as a shield at any time.
"Brand." A soldier in the porridge shed said mechanically, glancing at Arnold unintentionally. He saw a look of disgust on Arnold's ugly face, "When did you come here? Why haven't you seen it before?
you."
"I just arrived in Kaifeng City today. Please take care of me." Arnold took out the sign from his arms. A cloth handkerchief wrapped the wooden sign. It seemed that he had collected it carefully. She handed the sign over obediently.
Stand there and wait for the soldier to check.
The soldier sneered, "Just you?" He lowered his head and didn't look at Arnold again. He threw the wooden sign at Arnold's feet with a flick of his hand, "Go, go, go..."
Arnold bent down and picked up the sign. Without saying a word, he walked up to the officer and soldier who was placing the porridge. The officer and soldier handed Arnold a bowl of gruel. The porridge was so thin that you could clearly see a few grains of white rice on the bottom of the bowl.
Arnold gritted his teeth. Sure enough, people are judged. Those who are beautiful are treated better. Those with noble status never need these. But for her, it is not easy to get this bowl of porridge.
"What are you standing for? Walk around. Don't interfere with my business here." The officer and soldier serving the porridge shouted impatiently, and pushed Arnold unceremoniously.
Arnold stumbled, and nearly half of the gruel he had just filled was spilled out.
"The prince is here!"
Suddenly a voice came from a distance, and the camp for the victims suddenly became lively like a drop of water dropped into boiling oil.
Arnold was stunned, and his shoulder was immediately pressed down. When she came to her senses, a voice immediately rang in her ears, "Don't even think about approaching him, let's go back immediately."
Arnold looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw a group of guards in Mongolian uniforms opening the way, with Zhenjin slowly following behind.
Lu Shaohao snorted coldly, with a murderous intent in his eyes. If it weren't for the special circumstances, he would definitely kill the second most noble man in the Yuan Dynasty.
Arnold glanced at Zhenjin again, and she quickly thought about how she could pass the message to Zhenjin. The cloth in her hand was wrinkled and shapeless, and the dazzling blood on it was the same as the ring on her hand.
Just as dazzling.
She reached out and touched the cold ruby ring. This ring was something she had worked hard to keep in her hand, and it was also the only thing that could represent her identity. Otherwise, Lu Shaohao would never let her still wear it.
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"The prince is a thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand years old." I don't know who made the move first in the open space. A series of victims immediately knelt on the ground and saluted, and they shouted one after another.
Lu Shaohao's eyes flashed with reluctance, but his men immediately held down Arnold.