Qin Emperor Ziying

Chapter 323: Chasing the Stars
Walking in front of Lan Shuliu, he hugged the kneeling Lan Shuliu in front of everyone.

Walk towards the most intact one of the several tents that have just been set up in the distance.

The Qin army who died in battle naturally did not have the ability to bring their bodies back to the Central Plains. According to the previous practice, at most they dug a deep pit and buried them on the spot.

However, Ziying had previously ordered that all Qin soldiers who died on the grassland be cremated, and the ashes of the soldiers must be brought back to the Central Plains.

Never leave the bones of a soldier in the grassland.

Returning to the root of the fallen leaves, Ziying's order has also been supported and implemented by all soldiers.

After all, no one wants to bury their bones in the weeds after they die in another country.

In the royal court that had just been burned once, there were not many combustibles. In order to collect firewood, Qin Jun dismantled several tents that had just been set up except the tent where Ziying was.

The scorching flame rose again from the ruins of Touman City. Looking at the rising fire, these remaining Huns saw the fire that burned the entire royal court a few days ago again in a trance. All their proud blazes.

Carrying Lan Shuliu into the tent, Ziying put Lan Shuliu down.

After taking a closer look, we found a lot of women's products in this most complete tent.

On a leather couch, a piece of clothes from Nandi was neatly folded, and Ziying recognized that it was his spare clothes that Lan Shuliu wore when he left.

Seeing Ziying's gaze on the dress, Lan Shuliu suddenly looked like a kitten whose tail was stepped on.

Xiaobu quickly ran over and hugged the dress in his arms.

"Mine."

As if worried that Ziying would ask to go back again.

In her mind, Ziying will leave sooner or later, and this dress is her only thought when Ziying is gone.

Seeing Lan Shuliu's actions, Ziying smiled.

"Yours."

"This is your tent."

Although he asked the question, Ziying was basically sure when he saw his clothes.

This most complete tent was given to Lan Shuliu to live in. It seemed that his guess just now was wrong, and Lan Shuliu should not have encountered any terrible things.

Thinking about it is also true. Although Lan Shuliu's martial arts is not as good as his own, three or five Qin soldiers have wasted a lot of effort when they arrested her before.

The remaining group of old and weak women and children in the camp would definitely not be able to deal with Lan Shuliu even with force.

This can be regarded as a mess of concern.

"En." Lan Shuliu nodded lightly, admitting it.

The generous Ziying sat on the edge of the collapse, and lay down with his head raised.

Lan Shuliu moved lightly in front of Ziying, and knelt down.

"Shall I serve you?"

Lan Shuliu knew that Ziying's actions in front of the Huns were all pretentious, and his martial arts had the most say.

You must know that her martial arts has always been guided by the most powerful warriors in the tribe, and her skills are considered good in the tribe. At least none of her brothers and sisters are her opponents.

However, he was dumped countless times that night, but he didn't hit this man with a single move.

How can a person with such high martial arts be a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death.

However, Lan Shuliu couldn't figure out Ziying's real thoughts, after all, the madness that night was real.

The pain in my lower body lasted for two days before it slowly eased.

Hearing Lan Shuliu's words, Ziying turned his head slightly to glance at her pretty face, and stretched out his right hand to touch Lan Shuliu's small face to try the feel.

"Just chat with me, twenty of my brothers just died in this battle, so I'm really not in the mood."

"Isn't life and death very common on the battlefield?" Lan Shuliu said: "In the Huns, when a relative dies in battle, those who survive will gather his horses, pick up his weapons, and avenge him."

"Yeah, I'm used to seeing life and death. The number of iron-blooded soldiers who died in front of me has long been unknown, but every time I see those living faces fall in front of me, there are always some waves. "

"What's more, the twenty warriors who died in this battle were all old men who had been with me for more than ten years."

When Ziying said this, Lan Shuliu looked at Ziying's eyebrows suspiciously. This southerner looked only in his 20s, so how could he have led soldiers for more than ten years.

Didn't he start leading soldiers when he was about ten years old, and seeing Ziying's serious face, Lan Shuliu pretended to listen carefully, thinking it was just to satisfy the vanity of a man.

After listening to Ziying's rambling, Lan Shuliu silently strengthened himself up and asked a question that he had always wanted to know.

"May I know your name?"

Lan Shuliu has always regretted that his first man will also be the only man, but he doesn't know what his name is.

However, at the moment of leaving before, there was no chance to ask.

Taking advantage of this time alone, Lan Shuliu finally asked this question.

Although Ziying's title of Lord Chang'an had been casually mentioned several times, just like Qin Ting didn't know much about the people on the grassland, the nomadic Huns didn't know much about the deeds of the Qin people.

Although the word Chang'an Jun can deter the adherents of the six countries in the Central Plains from daring to act rashly, it is a completely unfamiliar word on the grassland.

After thinking about it, it's okay to tell her her name, Ziying said: "The lonely name is Ying Ziying, and he was named Chang'an Lord in Daqin."

Hearing Ziying's answer, Lan Shuliu frowned suddenly, as if thinking about something.

Seeing Lan Shuliu's expression, Ziying asked suspiciously: "Could it be that my prestige has spread to the grassland?"

"On the grassland, I don't care much about the matters of the southerners. However, I heard the name Ziying mentioned by my mother, but his title is Lord Raoyang, and he is called Zhao Ziying."

Lan Shuliu replied honestly.

Hearing Lan Shuliu's answer, Ziying suddenly became interested.

"How does your mother evaluate this Zhao Ziying?"

Hearing Ziying's question, Lan Shuliu's big eyes seemed to have some little stars.

"My mother said that Lord Raoyang and Zhao Ziying are the first-class 'virtuous monarchs' in the whole country of Zhao. Such a big name.

And in the severe drought that spread across the country, my mother's family survived because Rao Yangjun sent people to rescue them.

With food, my mother's family came to Dai County to escape the war, but was captured by my father to the Huns, and this is how I was born. "

Looking at Lan Shuliu's sparkling little eyes, Ziying was too familiar with this look.

Those fanatical star-chasing girls on TV in the previous life had this kind of look when they saw their idols.

(End of this chapter)