casserole lady

Chapter 223 Conquest (6)
Qin Zheng gave a "hmm" and continued to read the book by the oil lamp without looking up.

Gao Zhang went over, sat down next to Qin Zheng, turned her face, carefully observed the scar on her face, and finally said: "It looks better, I need to apply medicine tonight." He took it Plaster to apply.

The first time was born and the second time was acquainted, at this time Qin Zheng had no resistance to this matter, so he let her apply the medicine for himself.

Gao Zhang smeared the dark red plaster on Qin Zheng's scar, and said, "I haven't seen you punish that fire man, what are you going to do?"

Qin Zheng's face was controlled by Gao Zhang, he couldn't speak freely, he just said vaguely: "That's it, I don't have any idea about him."

Gao Zhang was a little surprised: "I have always retaliated against those who disobeyed me. You are too mediocre, and you don't punish those who bully you."

Qin Zheng said, "I won't punish them, because I know that they didn't beat me."

Gao Zhang frowned: "If it's not you, then who?"

Qin Zheng looked up, staring at the cold face above, thinking about the scene when this man stood on the tower and bowed and shot arrows, and said slowly: "They didn't hit me named A Nuo, but It is a handyman who was captured. In their eyes, the handyman should be beaten, just like the people of Dayan, in your eyes, should be killed. In this chaotic world, all living beings are whipped, humiliated or even killed. , it’s not just A Nuo, it’s all unarmed and innocent people in Dayan. As the flesh of a chopping board, an ant in troubled times, I’m either beaten by a cook today, or humiliated by others tomorrow. Why should I blame the person who bullied me? It's not his fault, nor mine."

Gao Zhang's hand, which was applying plaster to Qin Zheng, paused. After a long time, he let go of the plaster, and looked down at Qin Zheng.

His eyes were sharp and fierce, his face was sharp and angular, and the blue diamonds on his ears gave off a gloomy light, which added a bit of coldness and eerie coldness. He shrouded Qin Zheng in darkness, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop. a bit.

Qin Zheng looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and kept silent.

After a long time, Gao Zhang finally stood up, the cold breath dissipated, and he said, "Woman, you are so bold, you mean to say that all this is my fault, I led the army to the Northern Expedition, which caused the loss of life." , caused your humiliation, and the scar on your face?"

Qin Zheng closed his eyes and remained silent.

Gao Zhang suddenly bowed his head, and grabbed her lips fiercely.

Qin Zheng's breath was slightly disturbed, his cheeks were flushed, and his lips were sweet.

She raised her head slightly, her eyes were like a lake that had just been thrown into stones, broken into pieces, with little ripples.

Gao Zhang suddenly said: "You are really good, you are worthy to be my woman."

In the next few days, Gao Zhang still shared the bed with Qin Zheng as usual, but he never kissed that day again, and only occasionally hugged her to sleep.This is not difficult for Qin Zheng, she used to hug Lu to sleep often.

As for why Gao Zhang acted like this, Gao Zhang didn't say anything, and Qin Zheng naturally didn't ask.It's just that every night when Gao Zhang undresses and washes up, he will ask him to come forward to serve, so she obeys the order.It's a pity that she is not a caring and considerate person, Gao Zhang was very displeased within a few moments, and he no longer used her, so she happily idled aside from then on, and took the high-level book by the light from the window of the camp tent. Let's look through Zhang's marching notes.

However, Gao Zhang's handwriting is very good, the strokes are vigorous and powerful, it can be seen that he has put in a lot of effort.The Southern barbarians have their own local dialect, but they don't have written words. Over the years, they have been borrowing the written words of the Dayan people.I think the people in the royal court who came to Nanman learned Dayan language and writing since they were young.

(End of this chapter)