An unexpected encounter with the sleeping Little Dragon Girl leads to the annihilation of the Quanzh

As Meng Gong looked at the scene before him, his mind went blank for a moment, as if something had been illuminated.

He found it!

We've found the only way to possibly persuade Lin Ye!

National righteousness is useless.

Money and power are useless.

Lin Ye himself didn't care about these things.

But he cares about her!

He cares about this girl named Long'er!

Meng Gong's heart began to pound uncontrollably. He knew that every word he uttered next could determine the fate of the Song Dynasty, and also his own life or death.

He could no longer speak to Lin Ye; that was a block of ice that would never melt.

He had to say it to the girl.

He had to use his own words to paint a picture in the girl's pure, blank heart that would move her.

Meng Gong took a deep breath, no longer looking at Lin Ye, but turning his gaze to Xiaolongnu. He tried his best to make his voice sound less like a scheming court official and more like a storyteller recounting a tragic tale.

"Girl, you are beautiful, like a fairy from heaven."

Meng Gong's first words made Lin Ye's eyes turn cold.

Lin Ye was very annoyed. What was this old man up to? Praising Long'er? Did Long'er's beauty need his praise? What was he trying to do?

But Xiaolongnu just looked at Meng Gong curiously. She had never heard an outsider praise her so directly before, and she was a little at a loss for words.

Meng Gong ignored Lin Ye's murderous gaze. He knew he was dancing on the edge of a knife, but there was no turning back.

"But, young lady, do you know that right outside Zhongnan Mountain, there are many girls just as beautiful as you, and what kind of lives they are living now?"

Meng Gong's voice became low and sorrowful.

"The Mongol hooves trampled across our homeland. They burned, killed, looted, and committed all sorts of atrocities. Prosperous cities were reduced to ruins in the blink of an eye. Countless people were displaced, starving and without warm clothes."

"Those Mongol soldiers, they...they didn't treat us Song people as human beings. They stole our grain, burned our houses, and enslaved the men, and the women...the women..."

Meng Gong's voice choked as he spoke, recalling the numb-eyed, disheveled women he had seen along the way.

"Those girls who are about your age, their parents were killed, their homes were destroyed, and they themselves were taken away by those beastly soldiers... Their fate was a hundred times worse than death."

Little Dragon Girl listened quietly, and a trace of emotion that she herself could not explain gradually appeared in her clear eyes.

The others were lost along the way.

And it only took three short days.

Three days!

From Zhongnan Mountain to Lin'an!

Meng Gong stood beneath the towering city gate of Lin'an, staring blankly at the large banner bearing the character "Song" fluttering above the city wall.

He felt like he was in a dream.

If it weren't for the scouts and warhorses around him, exhausted to the point of foaming at the mouth, he would have thought he had never left at all.

"Is this Lin'an?" Little Dragon Girl peeked out from Lin Ye's arms, looking curiously at the magnificent city before her.

The city walls were tall, the streets were wide, and people and vehicles came and went. The sounds of vendors hawking their wares and laughing filled the air, creating a vibrant atmosphere she had never experienced before.