Chapter 99:

Back to the palace.
Cheng Qianye looked at the assassin who had been in front of her.
This is a very young assassin, almost a teenager.
He was hit by three arrows, and blood ran all over his body. He was squeezed with a cloth to prevent him from committing suicide. He curled up motionless and opened his eyes indifferently. There was no special expression on his face, with a little calmness of resignation. .
Cheng Qianye frowned. At such a young age, this person was already an experienced assassin. He didn't know how many lives had been contaminated on his hands. He didn't even care about his own life, and was ready to accept death at any time.
Yao Tianxiang heard that the assassin had been caught, and rushed over to join in the fun.
"This is not too small anymore. When I got married to Lu, I had seen a smaller one." She shook her head, stretched out her hand and compared it with her, "You can't believe it, it's just this big. Children can kill people without mercy."
Zhou Zixi suddenly said, "Do you know Ayang?"
The assassin's stupid expression changed. He was obviously taken aback. He raised his head and glanced at Zhou Zixi, then fell silent again.
He recognized that Ayang.
Everyone present understood it.
"Take it with you. Leave it to you." Cheng Qianye said to A Jia, and then she hesitated for a while and added, "Don't overdo it, save your life."
A Jia lifted the assassin in his hand and walked out.
The lord's heart is too soft, and even an assassin wants to be merciful.
While she was leading people out, she muttered in her heart,
Last time the lord ordered the traitor to be plucked alive in public for three days, but he was very decisive.
A Jia lowered his head and glanced at the bandage on his left hand, it was the lord's hand who helped her bandage it.
She raised the palm of her white bandage and looked at the sunlight.
The lord is really an interesting person.
Forget it, there are still Master Zhang and I staring at her side, so feel relieved.
After everyone quit,
Yao Tianxiang lay on Cheng Qianye's table, watching her review the military newspaper: "Why do you want to keep him forever, Qianyu, are you softhearted?"
"I..." Cheng Qianye didn't pay attention to this. She was holding a knife and was removing the flame paint on the envelope.
Yao Tianxiang continued: "These dead waiters have received cruel training since they were young. They have been repeatedly taught that they must be loyal. Basically, they have no ideas of their own. They can only be loyal to the lord and don’t even care about their own lives. Don’t report to them. With sympathy."
"As long as you are a human, you will have your own ideas." Cheng Qianye kept in his hands.
Yao Tianxiang raised the example around him: "You can see A Jia next to you. As long as needed, she can laugh when she is injured, and she can laugh when she kills. Usually, they have no expression at all. They have been trained to become one. The weapon that handles murder has no feelings of your own. It's useless for you to keep that assassin's life."
Don't have your own feelings? Cheng Qianye took out the letter, twisted it in his hand, and fell into thinking.
She judges a person's good or bad, and is often used to relying on the color of the person.
But this time, she moved a little compassion towards the assassin, but it was because of his behavior before he was captured.
While he was bullying the little beggar, he divided his food in half-still when he was very hungry.
Cheng Qianye has never seen a person with the color of obsidian. Perhaps there is no distinction between good and evil in a pure black world. All actions are based on his own preferences.
"That person is a bit interesting, let's save him a few days."
Cheng Qianye unfolded the letter paper, which was a private letter that Mo Qiaosheng wrote to her from the front.
On the thick pages of letter paper, the various situations on the frontline were babbled.
Only at the end of the whole article, I wrote a sentence:
I haven't seen the lord for several months, and the minister thinks deeply.
The handwriting of the entire letter is neat and tidy, only this line of characters is not flat horizontally, and vertical and vertical.
Cheng Qianye could almost imagine how Mo Qiaosheng blushed, and after a long discussion, he mustered the courage and added such a sentence.
Cheng Qianye smiled happily.
"What did Qiaosheng write to you? Smile like that?" Yao Tianxiang asked curiously.
Cheng Qianye memorized the letter paper and refused to show it to her.
"Huh, are you rare for me?" Yao Tianxiang rolled his eyes, "It's the Moqiao student who can't make a fart on weekdays. Can you write a letter to write flowers?"
"He only wrote a sentence, but I feel happy when I look at it." Cheng Qianye said with a smile.
Yao Tianxiang became excited: "You can't write like this when you reply to him. You must describe it in detail, telling you lovesickly, and write it in a sensual way, let him read it and think about you crazy."
Cheng Qianye turned over the pen and paper: "Fine, give me some advice, what should I write?"
Yao Tianxiang whispered in her ear: "Just write something about the nephrite lamp to hug, push people lightly, and welcome you if you want to refuse,..."
In the Chinese army's big tent born in Moqiao, the adjutant A Yuan came into the tent.
"General, a rush from Zhengzhou for eight hundred miles."
Mo Qiaosheng accepted the letter, and the front of the envelope was uprightly written with the words Zuo Shuchang's personal Qi, and the seal on the back was the master's personal seal.
He hurriedly opened the envelope, took out the letter paper and just took a look, then closed it again with a snap.
Reluctantly coughed twice: "It's okay, Yuan, you can withdraw."
A Yuan withdrew from the account, wondering if something major happened in Zhengzhou? Look at the general's face flushed anxiously.
Mo Qiaosheng looked around and made sure that there was no one in the account.
Only then did he carefully unfold the letter paper, and saw that the first sentence at the top of the row was changed to the gorgeous words of "The Tune of the West Chamber":
Looking at the fishy iron armor, the general’s tears are like beads, and the king weeping to greet me, flying towards the soul of the Wu Palace, it is difficult for a daughter to buy this...
Mo Qiaosheng blushed and his heart beats. He wanted to see it but couldn't bear it, so he had to endure the shame and read it back and forth carefully.
"Lord...really." He closed the letter paper and pressed it to his chest, feeling the heat of his whole body from the inside out.
...
Under the attack of Mo Qiaosheng, Li Wenguang, and Chuanhou Sanlu army,
Dog Rong retreated steadily, and the Empress Dowager Inu Rong didn't hide the pearl, so she had no choice but to take Emperor Yuan Shun to abandon Gao Jing and cross the Yellow River to escape north.
It is said that when crossing the river, there were not enough boats, and the court officials scrambled to get on the boat. Pushing each other, the drowning people do not know the geometry.
After the ship was fully loaded, there were still countless Inunion people who didn't know how to water, clinging to the edge of the ship, and the soldiers on the ship could only cut off the fingers that were tightly on the edge of the ship.
After sailing, the broken fingers that fell in the cabin even had to be thrown into the river with a handful of hands.
The corpse blocked the river for a while, and the blood stained the river.
The sadness of its appearance shocked those who heard it.
Li Wenguang took advantage of the prosperity and took back the lost land in Liangzhou, his lair. After that, he didn't have to wander around borrowing land and stayed in the northwest.
Chu Anhou of Chu State annexed part of the land of the former neighboring State Wei State, and then gradually became the southern hegemon.
Mo Qiaosheng's army conquered all the way to the west, passing through Hangu Pass, passing through Shimen, and occupying the Fengdu area.
In Zhengzhou city.
Cheng Qianye stood in front of a huge map, looking up at the red marching line.
That was the route Mo Qiaosheng had traveled all the way, Qiaosheng was already so far away from her.
"Why didn't the lord order General Mo to occupy Gaojing. Instead, he went all the way west?" Zhou Zixi was puzzled.
"Hojing is the capital of the emperor." Cheng Qianye raised his head, his gaze fell on the former capital.
"Although the emperor is dead, this city has a different meaning to the people of the world. Although our country of Jin has gained a lot of strength through this battle, but today, we do not need to rush to make ourselves the target of the crowd."
Zhou Zixi followed Cheng Qianye's gaze, "It turns out that besides Fengdu, what the lord really wants is..."
The eyes of the two men gathered in one place.
"Hanzhong."
"Yes, I want Han Quanlin's Hanzhong."
Zhou Zixi withdrew from the hall, and there was a faint sense of excitement in his heart.
The Lord has his own talents in his heart, and his plans and expectations for the country are more profound than anyone else.
But between their monarchs and ministers, there was such a consistent goal and dream.
He followed the lord until now, seeing the country gradually become what they want with everyone's concerted efforts, even better than they thought.
Nowadays, Jin has become a powerful country dominating one side, truly having the strength to compete in the Central Plains and the ability to realize their dreams.
Perhaps, he Zhou Zixi is standing on a time node at this moment, watching the beginning of a prosperous age.
How lucky I am to meet this Mingjun, Zhou Zixi sat in a wheelchair and thought,
For us courtiers, different masters bring completely different fate.
He slowly left the palace and came to the cell.
In the dark cell, the young assassin was hanging.
A Jia stood in front of the assassin who was close to her, lit the torture instrument in his hand, and sighed.
"Still reluctant to say it? With such a lord who cares about your life and death. What's the use of such stubbornness?"