The prisoners of war are well settled, let them work, as long as they do not die, it is a mercy to them, give them a bite to eat, give them a number of years, and after 5 years of work, they can be released to freedom, and the management is strict, and it is definitely a good labor.

But for those expatriates, Guo Yu is a little undecided, not how merciful he is, when he flew a plane to bomb Japan and burn Tokyo, Guo Yu definitely did not have a trace of mercy, but he is not a tyrant, if he is too harsh to those expatriates, it may not be good for the image of Nanhua.

The world in the future is a world of exchange, and if Nanhua wants to go out, it can't leave an impression that others are too murderous, after all, this is North Korea, not Kalimantan, if it is in Kalimantan, the island is closed, and then the killing should be killed, the slavery should be enslaved, and others don't know, then it doesn't matter.

Seeing that Guo Yu didn't speak, Erzhu didn't bother, so he looked at Guo Yu silently on the side, waiting for his master's decision.

The car staggered forward for a while, and Guo Yucai said: "All the expatriates confiscate all their property, let everyone participate in the labor, build our military facilities in Korea, supply food, and promise to allow them to return to China freely after the war with Japan is over." As for the prisoners, all of them will be transported back to the country and handed over to them for disposal, we have a precedent before, and it is good to continue to carry it out. ”

"Okay sir, I'll take care of it." A thought flashed in Wu Erzhu's heart, how could the master become merciful, he felt that these Japanese should be treated as prisoners of war and re-educated through labor for a few years, but he didn't dare to say this to Guo Yu, the master must have his own plans.

The car entered Seoul in the afternoon, and Seoul at this time looked so dilapidated, full of low houses, and there were many poor people dressed in shabby Korean clothes, emaciated bodies on the streets. The gray-black faces make people see at a glance how difficult the lives of these people are.

When they saw the convoy passing by, they all flashed to the side of the road, looking at the convoy with a little fear and envy in their eyes.

Guo Yu didn't know what they thought, probably accustomed to the fear of the Japanese, under the high-pressure notice of the Japanese army. These people lived a precarious life, and now in the face of the Huafu army that defeated the Japanese army, the fear will naturally not pass away.

Hua Fujun did not implement any pro-people policy in North Korea, first, the time was too short, and second, there was no instruction from Guo Yu, and Erzhu and others did not know what kind of policy should be implemented here, so Hua Fujun did not do anything when he arrived here except to fight away the Japanese army.

However, the military discipline of the Huafu army is strict. will not do anything to oppress the people, besides, the current Koreans really have nothing worth robbing the Huafu army, most of the rich people here are those Japanese, even the palace was occupied by the Japanese, the Li dynasty was destroyed, all the court officials were dismissed, what else is worth starting with the Huafu army.

Hwafujun did not attack the Koreans. However, it is merciless to attack the Japanese, and those who usually act as a prestige. The Japanese who oppressed the Koreans were all controlled by the Hwafu army, and they were directly killed if they resisted a little.

In the square, there are still dozens of Japanese corpses, which are not allowed to be taken away, and the blood has congealed into ice lumps in the cold winter wind, black and red. It's so glaring.

"Master, we're here, you can rest here for a few days, there is no good place here in North Korea, and you can still use it here." The car was parked outside a palace. Guo Yu looked up and couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, isn't this Gyeongbokgung Palace.

In modern time and space, Guo Yu has not been to South Korea, let alone Gyeongbokgung Palace, but there have been a few years when the Korean Wave has been very popular, causing many people to travel to South Korea.

Gyeongbokgung Palace has existed since the beginning of the Li Dynasty, until the official end of the dynasty in 1910, the palace of more than 500 years, how can you go to see it, but Guo Yu's colleague is worthless here.

"Let me tell you, that place is very small, all dirt roads, can't even pave the floor tiles, the house is so low, there is not even a bed to sleep on, you can only sleep on the floor, blue bricks and gray tiles, there is no Huang family style at all, it can't be compared with the Forbidden City or anything, it's not a grade, it is estimated that it is the level of the Qiao family compound in Shanxi, and it can't be compared with those princes' mansions in the capital."

Guo Yu was curious, went home and checked it on the computer, and it was indeed like what his colleague said, I really didn't understand that such a place was the palace of North Korea.

Guo Yu followed Erzhu and others into Gyeongbokgung Palace, and it was really like what he checked on the Internet, which was much worse than his house in the capital, Prince Gong's Mansion, the most important thing was that he was not open, giving people the feeling that the small family was too heavy, and he did not have the temperament that a palace should have.

But now the cleaning here is still relatively clean, after all, you have to receive yourself.

"Master, this North Korea is still like a house here, don't you know, those houses outside are even more broken, you will live there first, and then build a palace here for you when you come back, so that these stingy people in North Korea can see the architecture and majesty of our Chinese." Wu Erzhu said.

"I'm not picky about that, just be warm." Guo Yu said with a smile.

"It's absolutely warm, it's all underfloor heating, it's been cleaned up before, and there is a special person in charge of heating." Wu Erzhu hurriedly said.

"Nacheng, let's have a meal together in this Joseon palace in the evening, you let your subordinates prepare wine and food, and we will have a good time." Guo Yu said.

These people are all brought up by themselves, although they are now the king of a country and need to maintain their prestige, but they still have to be properly wooed, after all, these are their intimate subordinates.

That night, at Gyeongbokgung Palace in North Korea, Guo Yu set up a banquet, drank with the generals who led the troops under his command, chatted about the fight against the Japanese, looked at the dancing girls dressed in traditional Korean uniforms singing and dancing, and listened to the unknown music played by the traditional Korean folk instruments, Guo Yu was a little excited.

It's been a long time since I've been drinking so happily, I can still talk and laugh with these people, and occasionally be presumptuous for a while, since I became a king, I have slowly distanced myself from them, not because they want to deviate from themselves, but because of the gap in identity, etiquette, and the prestige of a country, so that these people under him dare not make mistakes, and slowly have a sense of alienation.

After drinking a little too much, his head was a little dizzy, and he felt very good, and someone helped him into the bedroom and put him on the futon that had been laid on the floor.

What Guo Yu's blurry eyes saw was a girl in a pink Korean costume, with a delicate face, a wide skirt spread on the floor, kneeling beside him to undress herself.

Guo Yu raised his hand and stretched out his legs very cooperatively, and after a while, only Nene was left, the girl covered Guo Yu with a quilt, got up and went out, and after a while, a large wooden basin was brought in, and the girl lifted the quilt again and wiped Guo Yu's body with a hot towel, very carefully and gently.

When she was lowering, the girl hesitated a little, but she still dragged it down, and then wiped it carefully, not letting go of any place, which made Guo Yu a little distraught.

He wasn't really drunk and unconscious, and although he was a little dizzy, he still knew these things.

After the girl wiped Guo Yu's body, she went out with a wooden basin, Guo Yu felt that it should be over, but after a while, the girl walked in again.

There are electric lights in the house, which is one of the few places in North Korea with electric lights, and it is still the masterpiece of the Japanese, under the light, the girls slowly and carefully unbutton every button on their clothes, as if performing some kind of sacred ritual, so focused.

The clothes taken off are also neatly folded, without a trace of messiness.

After only a pair of intimate clothes remained, the girl pulled off the silver hairpin on her head, which was one of the few jewelry on her body, and the girl cherished him and placed him on the table, and her hair slipped down after losing control, so soft and silky, like satin.

At this time, the girl was facing away from Guo Yu, with black hair, sharp shoulders, and milky white skin, which made Guo Yu feel pleasing to the eye.

The girl was now dressed only in a small coat of obscene trousers, barefoot, and she did not look back, but raised her hand to turn off the light, and the room immediately became dark, and then a cold winter moon shone into the house.

After a few seconds, the sound of Suosuo's undressing sounded again in the room, and then a slippery body got into the quilt and leaned against Guo Yu's side. The small body is not fat, and it belongs to the kind of female body that is as soft as bones.

"Erzhu asked you to come." Guo Yu's deep male voice sounded in the dark night, fortunately he knew Korean, otherwise it would be difficult to communicate.

The girl's body in her arms trembled, "It was Lord Zhao Chengxia who asked me to serve the adult." The girl replied timidly.

"Who is Zhao Chengxia, why don't I remember that there is such a person in my army." Guo Yu was a little confused for a while, there were only a few people who could arrange people here, but I felt that there was no one named Zhao Chengxia.

The girl didn't dare to slack off," Lord Cho Sung-ha is the counselor of the North Korean Ministry of Rites. ”

"What is your name, where did you come from, Counselor of the Ministry of Rites, what kind of official is it, why did he arrange for you to come here, what is the story here?" Guo Yu closed his eyes and said as if muttering. However, one of his big hands was not idle, stroking all the way down the girl's smooth back, and then staying on the crescent-shaped buttocks, making the girl's body tremble twice, but did not dare to move.

The girl listened to Guo Yu's questioning and explained carefully: "My name is Zhao Xiaozhen, I am a member of the collateral clan of the Zhao family in Fengyang, and Lord Zhao Chengxia is the patriarch of the Zhao family in Fengyang, the counselor of the Ministry of Rites of the King of Korea, and the counselor of the Ministry of Rites is equivalent to the deputy of the Ministry of Rites of the Qing State, and he is a second-rank official. ”

"Half a month ago, the patriarch came to our family, gave my parents a sum of money enough for the rest of their lives, and then took me over, the patriarch personally told me that the Japanese were defeated, and now the Chinese people are in control of the country again, and they want me to represent the Zhao family to strengthen the big man of the Chinese people, and they need me to serve the adults well and pave the way for the family."

"Are you a little dissatisfied with this arrangement, why do you say so much?" Guo Yu still didn't open his eyes.

The girl is obviously unanimous, and it is very uncomfortable to be seen in her inner thoughts. (To be continued......)