"Face! Face! Give me some face to save in front of outsiders!"
"After all, I am the national advisor of Qianjing and Qianjing! The king of Daqian! The best scholar in the world..."
"Help! Sarilang!"
The miserable screams are far more breathtaking than the sounds of fighting on the battlefield.
Gao Yuan, the general of Jing State who once led 20,000 cavalry soldiers to descend from the sky and reverse the situation, could not help but tremble.
Immediately ordered: "The entire army faces south!"
Then he trotted up to Zhou Long. The two of them could be said to be old acquaintances. Zhou Long lowered his head and asked, "Why are you here?"
"It's far away from here, I'm afraid of blood splattering." Gao Yuan said sincerely.
After more than two minutes, Gao Yuan swallowed and poked Zhou Long's armor with his finger: "You don't want to save me? After all, it's your national master!"
"Why should I save him? I'm not talking about the same thing as your Jingguo Imperial Master. Hey, that's too cruel!"
Just subconsciously taking a look at the situation over there, Zhou Long couldn't bear to look any more. He closed his eyes and clasped his hands together. This warrior who usually kills people without batting an eyelid on the battlefield now had a compassionate and holy face.
"Buddha bless you, Amitabha."
The loess sandy ground is full of pits, and one human-shaped pit after another is like an annular pit on the surface of the moon. Just looking at it makes people sigh.
What a sin this must have been!
Zhao Kang pulled his head out of the soil, and it was no longer human-like. To use a pig's head to describe a creature like a pig is to insult the pig. It's like an alien!
But he didn't dare to lose his temper, and even felt a little guilty, looking at the sparkling eyes of the woman standing in front of him.
Just as he was about to speak, Ye Hongxue turned around and left, not entering the Huangsha Town.
I could only sigh helplessly.
Someone came up with a smile and a wine gourd, with a look of gloating on his face: "Who is this? Imperial Master Zhao? Oh my God, why did someone beat him like this? The person who did it was so ignorant, right?"
"Master Zhao, after all he is a mid-level fourth-grade expert, why don't you fight back!"
After spitting out the dirt in his mouth, Zhao Kang said angrily: "You should stop coming here to add insult to injury and make sarcastic remarks!"
"It's your turn!"
Wu Tianhu snorted coldly: "You want your kid to forget about his old love when he has a new love, right? Miss Ren Ye personally arranged for someone to escort your woman back to the country. Knowing that you needed money, she went to the palace to borrow money from His Majesty herself."
"I've been guarding the border for months waiting for your letters. It's good for you. It's been almost half a year since I returned to the country, and you haven't even farted! You deserve to be beaten to death!"
Zhao Kang smiled bitterly: "You are always right."
After patting the dirt on his body, Zhao Kang stood up. When Wu Tianhu turned around, he said calmly: "Zhao boy, don't forget that this girl gave everything to you. She has nothing but you now."
Zhao Kang trembled in his heart and ran wildly towards the town.
It's hard to imagine that there is such a beautiful and exquisite place in this yellow sand town.
There is an ancient pavilion on a waterside pavilion. Wind chimes are hung on the four corners of the ancient pavilion. They sway in the breeze and make a sound, intertwined with the sound of water and bells.
The woman is sitting on the seat of the ancient pavilion, her proud high ponytail has long been spread out, and her black hair is falling down.
She hugged her legs and knees and lowered her head, like a person in a painting. Her beauty made the people standing outside the pavilion break their hearts.
I don't know how long it will take.
A slightly dissolute and frivolous laugh sounded: "Yeah, yeah, which family's beauty is this? She was born like a flower, but she is secretly feeling sad here. Why don't you abandon that heartless man and go home with me? Do you like spicy food?"
Ye Hongxue raised her head and glanced calmly at the pig-headed face opposite.
Seeing that she didn't respond, Zhao Kang sat down next to the woman and said with a smile: "Beauty, although I am ugly, I am the most considerate and considerate of myself. I am known as the pink-faced gentleman and the girl killer!"
"You're so ugly and yet you're so handsome."
Hearing the muttering, Zhao Kang was not happy: "Hey, beauty, don't be arrogant just because you are so beautiful? Brother, when I dress up in white clothes and white robes, I will be able to charm thousands of girls. It's better than having you here.
How much better is that heartless man who is alone in worrying himself?"
"But you are too ugly."
Ye Hongxue tilted her head and said, "At least he has some personality."
Zhao Kang's eyes were soft and he snorted coldly: "Oh, what's so great about you, brother, do you think I can't survive without you? You don't know that the woman I think about day and night is a beautiful woman."
"That's really a beautiful look back with a smile. The sixth palace has no color. It's rare to find it in the sky and it's hard to find it in the world. It's truly stunning. The key is your noble status. What can a husband ask for when he gets a wife like this?"
Ye Hongxue's eyes suddenly darkened, and he sneered: "Then why don't you, you ugly monster, go find your truly stunning beauty that few people in the world can find? What are you doing here to tease me? Isn't it fun!"
"Hey, I'm just mad at you for having fun! Luoluoluo, you're jealous."
Zhao Kang smiled and took out something from his pocket, held it in his hand and looked down, feeling excited while looking at it.
"Oh my, she is as beautiful as the person I like. She is much better than some people."
"Look, this little cherry mouth, distant mountain eyebrows, this face is really amazing!"
"This is what it means that there is a beautiful woman in the north who has left the world and is independent. She can charm the city with her smile, and then look after the country! Only a painter like me can paint her perfectly."
The combat power has exceeded the limit, jumping from 10,000 to 12,000.
Zhao Kang swallowed and held the object in his hand.
The woman's tone was cold: "Yeah, I didn't expect that Her Majesty the Empress would make you so obsessed with her, and even let you paint pictures, poems and write lyrics for her. Come and let me take a good look at it!"
Zhao Kang coughed dryly and turned around to say yes: "Look and see, don't break it. This is something I have painted for a long time and worn on my body to miss it every day."
"Don't worry!" Ye Hongxue gritted her teeth.
Zhao Kang handed over the "painting" in his hand. Ye Hongxue took it and looked at it with infinite grievance and anger and was immediately stunned.
The so-called "painting" is clear and transparent. The woman's eyebrows are like distant mountains, her eyes are crystal clear, and her three thousand blue hairs are like silk threads of love.
Her appearance is stunning and her beauty is unparalleled.
But she is not the so-called female emperor.
Ye Hongxue stared blankly, then a pig-headed face suddenly came over and said with a proud smile: "How about my wife, is she good-looking? Isn't she beautiful? Just like the fairies in the sky? I would say that the fairies in the sky are not as good-looking as her!"
"you!"
For a moment, tears turned into laughter, and Ye Hongxue pushed Zhao Kang: "You are so ugly, don't be with me. Who is your wife!"
Zhao Kang smiled roguely: "I don't care, anyway, the person in the mirror just now is my wife, and so is she!"
"Huh, then just go ahead and dream of your spring and autumn dreams!"
Ye Hongxue got up and ran out of the ancient pavilion. Zhao Kang chased after him with a pig face.
The setting sun shines on the yellow sand, making the earth sparkle.
Gao Yuan and Zhou Long squatted aside, looking at a man and a woman walking slowly in the distance.
Both of them thought to themselves that they were worthy of being national masters, so they could be coaxed.
