Chapter 13 13 Shibi Feng Sword

Author: Old Cat Fishing for Sharks

Chapter 13 13 Shibi Feng Sword

The leader of Ruoshui who was subdued by the Qilu men was the young man who snatched Yuan Wuyou's Red Sky Sword from the river, and was also the warrior who had just climbed up to capture the flag.

At that time, he put on dignified and rigorous sacrificial robes, with a floor-length white robe with a sloping front, and a round-collar robe inside that tightly wrapped around his neck.

This unruly young man, who was high-spirited and had extraordinary skills just now, was now kneeling upright in front of her, holding the sword with his hands raised high, his head lowered piously and orderly, leaving only a section of his snow-white neck.

He held a smoky, low and magnetic voice and said:

"Shibi A'du of the weak water tribe, brought his clan members... and surrendered to Hua Xu with his sword."

As soon as I heard the poor and difficult-to-speak Chinese, I jumped out word by word. I was the crazy guy in the river that morning.

Yuan Wuyou cast his puzzled gaze on the Qilu man who was whispering with his brothers.

It seems that they dealt with this kid very well. There is no visible injury on the outside. But this male Shibi from the Shui Tribe, who respects his mother and is weak, dares to snatch the Red Sky Sword. He must be colluding with the rebellious tribe. It's not that easy.

Submit.

The black-armored little Khan raised his chin high, with a red face, and his tone was cold and ferocious...

"Are you a weak male from the Shui Tribe? You dared to snatch the Red Sky Sword, and you charged forward on the battlefield with shocking behavior. Are you trying to get rid of your merits, or are you deliberately subverting the hierarchy and dominating women?"

The female Khan's words sounded very familiar to the Qilu man. When he saw that the young man was still respectful and respectful, he said calmly:

"A weak man from the slave family was forced to resist, otherwise he would be a prisoner with His Majesty's name engraved on his body at this time."

Letting men respect the Central Plains, this is just like Si Chen, a female general who is vigorous and vigorous on the battlefield, but after taking off her armor, she becomes servile and submissive.

As a foreign aid, he didn't help much. Qilu Dahan and his gang shouldn't interfere in other people's internal affairs, but out of sympathy and sympathy for the same gender, he was about to speak... when he saw the little girl nodding and leaning over.

Using both hands to catch it, the young man raised the sword above his head.

But it's not like a serious pick-up, where you don't touch the sword but first touch your hand.

The young man was neither humble nor arrogant, but he gave Yuan Wuyou a desire to conquer. Carving his own name on this madman? It would not be a bad idea.

She deliberately wanted to see the lunatic show off, so she deliberately moved slowly and rubbed the warm fingertips across the back of his hand.

The young man's fat white hand had light cyan veins that were stretched all the time. Due to the extremely aggressive burning, he almost screamed, and even his arms were trembling slightly.

But because he was in public, his body remained motionless, and he had to use all his strength to suppress the fear and discomfort.

The little empress, who lowered her head slightly, took the opportunity to whisper above his head:

"When you tear open your dress, you'll be exposed to what you were in the morning, right?"

A'Du buried his head lower, his jade-white neck bent into a gooseneck.

If it weren't for the fact that there were too many soldiers protecting her around her, the tall and fierce man with a grimace who beat the weak without mercy was also staring at her. He really wanted to wipe her neck with this sword!

He also knew in his heart why the new Khan was seeking revenge. At this moment, the arrow was on the string. He had raised the sword for too long, and due to nervousness, the tiger's mouth was cut open by the sword blade at some point. The smell of blood could already be smelled in his breath.

The young Shibi raised his head again and whispered,

"Please Khan take back the sword."

The two of them were whispering something there, dawdling away, attracting the attention of the reinforcements.

Yuan Wuyou then grasped the hilt of the sword, lifted it lightly, turned back and pinned the frost-white sword behind his back, and said in a deep voice, "Pingshen."

A'Du thought to himself: Isn't this the end of the matter? Why bother just now!

Seeing the man bowing his head as he crossed his arms and stood up, the little armored empress suddenly said in a cold voice, "Since you lead the weak Shui tribe to submit, I will give you the name [Feng Shechuan], and treat you as a brother, which means trekking through the Wangchuan River. It will help you get through weak waters."

The words sounded high-sounding, but in fact they were just to humiliate him and to promote the ownership of Weowu Shui.

After all, A'du is a wise man named Shibi, how could he not understand? What's more, a man takes his mother's surname when he is unmarried, and takes his wife's surname when he is married.

Right now, she was almost teasing him about his surname in front of the female soldiers from various ethnic groups who gathered around to watch the fun. If anyone else might have climbed along the pole, he was not willing to wade into troubled waters.

A'Du politely refused:

"Although I am two years older than the Khan, after all... I was almost given to the previous Khan as his concubine. Being the Khan's brother is too advantageous, so I can't accept my order."

The Qilu man should not talk too much about the affairs of other countries, especially in this mother-dominated world that was completely opposite to the environment in which he grew up. Everything that happened was impacting their male-dominated order in the Central Plains.

The reinforcements interrupted to say farewell, and Yuan Wuyou felt a little ashamed when he asked Ruoshui to return to his team.

"It's getting late. General, why don't you have a good meal before returning to the city?"

He looked at the brother next to him, and from under the mask with a mournful face, a pair of big round dark brown eyes appeared, and said sincerely,

"After all, the customs here are very different. My brothers will have a lot of inconvenience here. If the Khan stays here longer, he may cause trouble again."

Yuan Wuyou couldn't keep him anymore, as if he had ulterior motives.

Before leaving, he even changed his initial alienation and indifference towards her, saying that when the Khan officially ascended the throne, he would send her a congratulatory gift once a letter from Yan arrived in Northern Qi.

Yuan Wuyou smiled sincerely, as ferociously as if he wanted to eat people. She didn't need this gift, but she remembered that when the mother emperor was still the direct princess of the Yuan family, the Northern Wei Dynasty was not split into the Eastern and Western Wei Dynasties, let alone the Northeast today. Qi, Northwest Zhou.

…

Yuan Wuyou spent the entire afternoon writing names, and took a wooden bench to sit on in the middle of the process. She didn't write anything on any of the stone tablets, so she went to write on the back.

There were 1,800 people, which directly defeated ten times the number of guards in the original city.

It wasn't until the sun turned westward and Yuan Wuyou straightened his aching waist that there were finally not many people left.

She was immersed in writing, translating the names of various ethnic groups into homonymous Chinese, "Next."

"There is more than enough." What came to her ears was Chinese that she had not heard for a long time, which made her reaction slow for a moment.

Yuan Wuyou suddenly felt a sting on the back of her hand. Before she could turn her head, someone kicked her in the lower back. She suddenly fell from the stool and fell to the ground. She was also hit by the scabbard of the cross-body sword on her lower back, which immediately caused pain. Half of his body was numb.

Everyone else in the field was stunned and didn't know what was going on.

In front of the public, She Youyu turned his bright red sleeves and put a dagger on the neck of the little rhinoceros-armored empress who had just climbed up from her waist.

Yuan Wuyou was very calm, but the people around her were excited and about to pounce. She quickly shouted back everyone, grabbed the bluffing weapon with her own hands, and asked the woman behind her, "What kind of needle did you get?"

The place where the back of the hand was pricked was already covered in black bruises, and half of Yuan Wuyou's arm was numb. The only hand he had left could still subdue her.

The situation changed rapidly. In an instant, the black-armored Khan was holding the woman in the red dress by the throat with one hand.

The girl from another world, who was restrained by the ruthless iron hand, faced the cold and sharp eyes of the true queen, made her last struggle, and sneered,

"Do you feel a splitting headache? The poison quenched by the needle is to activate the parasitic poison in your temple. You blamed this disease on me, but we are also like twin poisons, both of us will die."

When others heard this, they did not dare to act rashly.
Chapter completed!