I am already immortal, why should I ascend to become an immortal?

Chapter 317: I cannot do such a despicable thing as letting foreign barbarians invade the Central Plains
Inside the luxurious carriage, there were continuous moans and the sound of white flesh colliding with each other, which was lewd and extravagant.

"I'm sure they are no match for me, but I have deployed a large number of troops along the way. Although I can't stop those Qin dogs, I can still consume a lot of them. As long as Ashoka's army enters the Central Plains, the Qin dogs will definitely not be a match."

Zhao Guizhen stroked the smooth and tender body beside him with one hand and gently stroked his beard with the other.

He has a face that looks like an immortal, but he does extremely dirty things.

"Well, that bastard Jin Chan actually dared to plant such a thing in my stomach. Even if I cooperate with the Maurya Dynasty, I will never let his Great Qin dominate the Central Plains."

"And that beast actually planned to kill his father. I heard that King Ashoka of the Maurya Dynasty has a way to judge the dead. When the time comes, I will ask him to put that unfilial son into the oil cauldron ten more times, otherwise I will not be able to vent my anger."

Looking at the black, still wriggling finger on the table, Prince Zhao gritted his teeth in anger.

"Haha, cooperation? I think it should be surrender. And to judge the dead, we have to wait until the Central Plains is completely annexed by Ashoka's Maurya Empire!"

Zhao Guizhen did not say this out loud, but spoke to himself.

The dignified King Zhao of the Central Plains actually condescended to become the king of a barbaric land. Even Zhao Guizhen looked down on Zhao Qian for such a despicable act.

And if the Central Plains, the land of national destiny, were to be completely annexed, there would no longer be any Central Plains in the world.

Three months later.

Zhao Qian, Zhao Guizhen and others arrived at the southwestern border first.

This place is in the south, it is early summer, and the sun is scorching overhead, but it is unusually cold.

At the border between Zhao State and Maurya Empire, there was only a boundless ice bed hundreds of miles wide, stretching across the front of Zhao army.

This scene is so strange and indescribable.

"Master, this is the result of the donations made by our predecessors during the reign of our Zhao State. How is it? Is it magnificent?"

Zhao Qian held his chin high and his voice was full of pride.

But he didn't know that the national destiny of Zhao State, which the previous kings of all dynasties donated their lives to it, was not for him to visit and brag about.

"Your Majesty, there is a foreign woman ahead, who said she came across the glacier on the orders of King Ashoka!"

Zhao Jiang Le Cheng came in front of Zhao Qian, knelt on one knee and clasped his fists and said.

But for some reason, his face was flushed, his brows were furrowed, veins on his forehead kept moving, and even his hands were so white from pinching too hard that his fingers turned white.

He seemed to be suppressing his rage that was about to erupt.

"Tell her to come over. I just need to talk to King Ashoka's envoy."

When Zhao Qian heard that it was Ashoka's men, his mood seemed to improve.

"Your Majesty, this woman is sitting cross-legged in front of the army, but she said..."

Le Cheng clenched his teeth, his lips were bleeding, and it seemed that he had difficulty in saying the second half of the sentence.

"Tell me, what did she say?"

Zhao Qian scolded unhappily.

"The woman said that she was sent by King Ashoka to come to the Central Plains to rescue a failed king. She asked you to meet her. She also said that if you go too late, the Maurya army will withdraw to Magadha."

After Le Cheng finished speaking, he moved his hand to the hilt of the sword.

He was just waiting for Zhao Qian's order, and then he would go over and chop off the woman's head.

This had never happened before in the thousand-year history of the Central Plains, for the dignified King of Zhao to be insulted by barbarians.

If someone hadn't advised me just now.

Just based on the woman's words, Pang Nuan and Le Cheng would draw their swords.

"How dare you, just one person. Just one person."

Zhao Qian's eyes were wide open and his speech was slurred. His right index finger was pointing forward and trembling constantly, and his cheeks were flushed red.

But he never said the second half of the sentence.

"My king, I will kill that unreasonable man right now."

After Le Cheng finished speaking, he drew the sword from his waist, then turned around and walked outside.

"and many more."

Zhao Qian suddenly grabbed Le Cheng.

"A guest is a guest. I will go to see the envoy of King Ashoka right away."

Zhao Qian said this to himself.

"Your Majesty, you are the king of our Great Zhao, the king of one of the seven kingdoms in the Central Plains. How could you do this? If the previous kings knew about this, what would they think?"

At this time, Le Cheng even forgot the etiquette between the emperor and his subjects.

It was originally thought that Zhao Qian only intended to borrow Ashoka's troops to defeat the Qin army, and the two sides were merely in a cooperative relationship.

But at this moment, Le Cheng could never have imagined that their King Zhao would actually condescend to meet a small barbarian envoy.

"Shut up, I have my own plans."

If the army didn't need a general like Le Cheng, Zhao Qian would definitely have killed him directly.

Arrived in front of the army.

Not far away, I saw a beautiful woman with fair skin, a high nose bridge, and her hands in front of her.

One leg is crossed and the other leg is hanging down, sitting in the air.

The bare feet had red nail polish on all ten nails.

A thin yellow shirt and loose trousers.

A red tulle falls from the top of the head to the shoulders.

The deep eye sockets are covered with a circle of black, and the eyes are big and bright, like clear lake water.

Apply a little red between the eyebrows.

The ears were adorned with golden hoops larger than the palm of the hand.

Her slender wrists, ankles, and waist that could be grasped with both hands, revealing her small studded belly button, were all adorned with gold jewellery of various shapes.

"The envoy of King Ashoka, I am the King of Zhao from the Central Plains."

After all, there were tens of thousands of Zhao people behind him, and Zhao Qian had no intention of really bending down to welcome the envoy of Ashoka.

"Huh? I heard that you people in the Central Plains pay the most attention to etiquette. What are you doing?"

The woman looked to her left, then to her right, and asked.

"We in the Central Plains naturally value etiquette. I have arranged for my servants to prepare a banquet. The envoy can have his meal in two quarters of an hour."

Suppressing the anger in my heart.

Zhao Qian had to pretend to be hospitable while not losing his dignity as a king.

"No, no, no, that's not what I'm talking about. Since the Central Plains values ​​etiquette, why don't you kneel down and bow to me?"

The woman tilted her neck slightly, supported her chin with her hand, raised the corner of her mouth slightly, looked at Zhao Qian a few meters away, and asked in a soft voice.

But as soon as these words were spoken, the soldiers and generals around them became furious.

Generals such as Pang Nuan and Le Cheng had even drawn their weapons, waiting for Zhao Qian's order to kill this rude barbarian.

"Although I was forced here by the Qin people, I am not someone you, an envoy of King Ashoka, can insult."

Although the State of Zhao was on the verge of destruction, Zhao Qian still had some temper.

Especially with so many Zhao people behind him.

If this knee really bends, the morale of the army will probably change drastically, making it difficult to control.

"Insult? I didn't insult you. You are just a king of the Central Plains. Isn't it your duty to pay respect to the envoy of the Maurya Dynasty?"

"Oh, and it's not just you. When Ashoka's army conquers the Central Plains, you, and you, all of you 'Achudes' will have to kneel down and worship the great Ashoka."

The woman looked up to the sky, spread her arms upwards, and shouted excitedly.

The "Achūd" he mentioned refers to the lowly race in the Maurya Empire, excluding the four major castes of Brahmin, Kshatriya, Vaishya and Shudra, and is also known as the "untouchable people".

The woman's arrogant words made Zhao Qian narrow his eyes instantly, and murderous intent filled his heart.

"My king, I will kill this bitch. Even if Zhao is destroyed, I will never betray the Central Plains."

Le Cheng couldn't bear it any longer, so he picked up the long knife and chopped it towards the woman's forehead.

He knew very well that in the past, even for the sake of money and power, he would betray Li Mu and choose to go along with Guo Kai and his ilk, disregarding human lives, disrupting the government, and amassing wealth.

But no matter how despicable, shameless, and vulgar it was at the time, it was an internal matter of the Central Plains. A small barbarian from the southwest was not qualified to interfere in the Central Plains.

Le Cheng's angry attack directly raised the morale of his troops to their limit.

"Eight hundred and ninety thousand soldiers, slaughter the barbarians!"

A loud roar shook the earth.

The long knife, with flying sand and rocks and Le Cheng's anger, directly chopped into the woman's head.

But here's the surprise.

The knife seemed to have cut into the brain, but Le Cheng felt as if he was chopping into a sea of ​​mud.

Weak and limp, beyond words.

Even Le Cheng couldn't draw out his long sword.

It's like being pulled by an invisible force.

"Haha, a general from the Central Plains dares to attack me without the permission of his master?"

The woman grabbed the handle of the long knife and continued to slash it down until the blade hit the pair of snow-white peaks on her chest, then she stopped.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Ashoka's daughter, Little Jixiangtian, and the leader of the 1.1 million Mara army. King Zhao of the Central Plains, are you sure you want to be an enemy of our great Ashoka?"

The woman's voice was still arrogant, and she didn't take the King of Zhao seriously at all.

"By the way, I have something to tell you. Even if you don't remove this ice bed as long as Ananda's snake, our great Ashoka will still be able to cross the border and come here!"

"And my king just killed 900,000 Achude just because someone didn't bow his head when he knelt and didn't respect him."

The woman stared at Zhao Qian, her eyes full of provocation and contempt.

"My king, don't listen to this guy's nonsense. I'm going to kill her right now."

Le Cheng was not angry because his attack failed.

Instead, he grabbed his men's weapons and slashed at Xiao Jixiangtian again.
"Stop it, I am afraid!"

Zhao Qian on the side suddenly shouted.

However, Le Cheng's second attack finally stopped when he was only an inch away from the woman.

"Le Cheng acted without the emperor's order and attempted to kill the envoy of King Ashoka. Pang Nuan dragged him down and executed him with the nose cut off!"

Zhao Qian's eyes were terribly cold and he was shaking with anger.

Even when Li Mu was controlling the government, it was not as humiliating as it is today.

But now, if what the woman said was true, even if there was no Qin army behind, when Ashoka's millions of troops marched from here to the Central Plains, the first to be destroyed would still be his Zhao State.

"Your Majesty, this is unacceptable! How can you punish my old general of the State of Zhao by cutting off his nose just for a barbarian?"

Pang Nuan stood where he was and did not follow Zhao Qian's arrangements.

"King of Zhao, our great King Ashoka said that as long as you are willing to submit to the Maurya Empire, you will be granted the surname of Shudra. After we conquer the Central Plains, this land will still be yours."

Little Jixiangtian's smile is captivating.

She has already mastered the art of understanding people's hearts.

"Is this true?"

Zhao Qian didn't seem to care about losing his surname Zhao and changing to a barbarian Shudra.

"Of course, the people of Lord Brahma will not lie!"

Hearing this, Zhao Qian's frown relaxed a little.

"Pang Nuan, I asked you to take Le Cheng away to be executed, can't you hear me?"

Looking at Pang Nuan who didn't move, Zhao Qian turned around and scolded.

And these words hit Le Cheng's chest like a heavy hammer.

A hint of bitterness and sadness suddenly appeared in the corners of his eyes.

"Haha, Zhao will become the shame of the Central Plains, and the kings of Zhao will be dug up and their bodies will be thrown out."

There was a clang.

Le Cheng drew out the sword from his waist and threw it directly in front of Zhao Qian, then walked forward step by step.

The generals around watched this "rebellious" scene in silence, and no one was willing to take action to stop it.

"Your Majesty, although I have coveted wealth and fame in my life, done countless shameful things, and killed at least 100,000 people from the Tang, Qin, and even Wei, I, Le Cheng, will never do such a despicable thing as opening the borders and letting these barbarians invade my Central Plains."

"Please grant me death, my king!"

Le Cheng's voice shook the entire army and made the surrounding mountains and forests whistle.

Although his knees were on the ground, his head was raised high, and he was unwilling to lower it any further before he died.

"Le Cheng, you."

Zhao Qian was so angry that he was incoherent, and his outstretched fingers began to tremble again.

"King of Zhao, you know what to do with those who insult our Maurya Dynasty!"

Little Jixiangtian waved his arm lightly.

The sword on the ground floated up and fell into Zhao Qian's hand.

"Kill him, and I will allow you to serve the great Ashoka."

Little Jixiangtian suddenly became hideous, with fangs and protruding teeth, and looked ugly and ferocious.

The skin turned blue, and five crowns made of skulls appeared out of thin air on the head.

His black hair instantly turned orange, and every strand of hair stood up.

It looks angry and extremely scary.

This sound also spread throughout the entire Zhao army.

"I am a widow, I am a widow"

Looking at the long sword in his hand and the terrifying little Jixiangtian beside him.

Zhao Qian, who was still hesitating, subconsciously closed his eyes and swung his sword.

boom!
Zhao Qian opened his eyes again and saw Le Cheng's head covered in blood and dust, rolling to his feet.

Those wide eyes were staring at the sky.

This scene frightened Zhao Qian so much that he immediately dropped the sword in his hand. His legs went limp, and he staggered and sat down on the ground.

Hu~Hhu~Hhu~, breathing heavily.

With a pale face and a terrified expression, it was unclear whether he was frightened by Xiao Jixiangtian or was afraid because he had killed his own subject with his own hands.

"Help me, help me back to the camp."

Zhao Qian looked up and around, but found that no one came forward to support him.

"My lord, I am here to help you."

Zhao Guizhen, who had been watching the show for a long time, walked out of the crowd.

He helped Zhao Qian up like he was helping a child, and then walked towards the tent at the rear.

midnight.

Little Jixiangtian was still floating in the air with legs crossed, just like during the day.

But Zhao Qian in the tent was drinking one cup after another.

It seems that he wants to numb himself with the help of alcohol.

the other side.

Pang Nuan and a group of Zhao generals gathered together with candles lit.

It was dark and crowded with people.

"Kill Zhao Qian and stop him from withdrawing the national destiny from the border. The Central Plains must not be invaded by foreign barbarians."

This statement came out.

No one objected.

(End of this chapter)