The entire Turkic Turks were shrouded in darkness, and from a distance it looked like a resentful capital.

The Turks, as the last small state reluctant to submit to the Min Dynasty, have been in turmoil in recent years and have begun to become more and more disobedient to the control of the Jiang Fence.

But the Turks were tall and strong, and their traditions were deep-rooted in their bloodline, warlike and tenacious. Even the younger generation is young and competitive.

Nan Qian tightened her veil, squinted her eyes and flinched a little.

But in the next second, she was not allowed to doubt. A scent wafted in, and she fell into a complete coma.

I don't know how long it took, but she slowly woke up.

It was a mud tile house, dilapidated and dirty.

A basin of cold water was poured down, and Nan Qian intuitively felt cold from head to feet and then cold to heart.

She shivered as she looked at the bearded man in front of her.

The man's bruised black face saw her wake up, threw the wooden basin in his hand to the side, and roughly pinched Nan Qian's jaw, "What does Jiang Liang want to do?" ”

There was a tingling pain in Nan Qian's jaw, and she couldn't believe that they knew her identity so quickly.

"It's okay with him, I'll come by myself," Nan Qian said with difficulty through her fingers.

After hearing this, the man pinched her face and threw it to the side, and then gave Nan Qian a slap.

"A woman's words are the least to be believed"

Nan Qian could feel the smell of blood overflowing in her mouth, she didn't know what stimulation this man had received, but she was sure that this nation was definitely not as cold-blooded as she imagined.

It's just that soon, she slapped her face with her own hands.

"This is the Empress of the Min Dynasty?"

After experiencing several punishments and wearing out his mouth, Nan Qian finally met the Turkic king - Yelu Pulu.

The man who had been vicious to her before was now bowing respectfully in front of the man who was two heads taller than him.

"See the king, I..." Before Nan Qian could finish speaking, a slap fell again.

"A lowly untouchable blood, you dare to call yourself me," the man beside Jeruprous looked at her with disgust.

Nan Qian's hand tied to the chair was already bloody. For the sake of Snow Lotus, she endured.

Yelu Puru suddenly approached Nan Qian, and his rough and wide palms rubbed against Nan Qian's face.

"It's a pity that such a beautiful face"

Nan Qian didn't understand what he was talking about at this time.

It was only when she woke up in a coma and painful pain again.

The pain on her face was like half of her flesh had been stripped off, and as a medical student, Nan Qian's eyes gradually dimmed.

A demon who willingly falls into the abyss can never become an angel.

Nan Qian even thought about single-handedly changing the relationship between the Turks and the Min Dynasty, but now it seems that she is just wishful thinking.

She cried until she fainted a few times, and the clear pain on her face spread through every nerve in her body, reaching the atrium.

I don't know how many days passed, and the scabs on my face gradually stopped hurting.

Yelupuru was finally willing to see her again, as if because he felt pity for her face at the sight of her face, and this time he did not embarrass Nan Qian again.

As long as Nan Qian seizes the slightest opportunity, he will not give up.

She made bold statements to explain to him the advantages and disadvantages of the relationship between the Turks and the Min Dynasty at this moment, and repeatedly explained to him the devastation of the war.

Jeruprou kept staring at her, and I don't know if he listened.

When Nan Qian finally finished speaking, Yelu Puru got up and waved his hand. Finally, the attendant brought her precious fresh water.

Nan Qian gulped it down, and even licked the water stains under the clay bowl little by little. It was the sweetest water she'd ever drunk in her life.

Beneath the thin clothes, the ice-blue necklace was glowing hot.

At some point, a woman in the prison came quietly, brought her food and water, and then left in a hurry.

She was always tightly wrapped, and a few veils wrapped her face tightly.

I came a lot, and finally once. When she left in a hurry, perhaps because of nervousness, the veil suddenly loosened. Although she picked it up quickly, Nan Qian still saw her natural yellow skin.

Nan Qian suddenly understood something, and she hadn't seen this woman since.

A few days later, a beautiful woman who had almost all the women dreamed of exotic looks came menacingly.

It turns out that beauties are angry, and they are also so good-looking.

Only, except for femme fatales.

"It turned out to be you little slut"

The beauty spoke Turkic she didn't understand, but it looked like she was scolding her.

Then, something suddenly occurred to her. Squatted down again and said something to Nanqian.

Nan Qian shook her head, indicating that she didn't understand.

The woman called her personal maid, "The concubine means that as long as you do the concubine a small favor, she will be able to take you out of the prison unscathed, and enjoy endless glory and wealth in the second half of your life."

Nan Qian knew that the so-called small favor was definitely not a good thing, but she could only agree.

Nan Qian finally saw the woman who often brought her food, and at this moment she was indeed kneeling with her like a prisoner.

The splendid palace was lined with Turks, and in the center of the palace were Nan Qian and the woman.

"Your Majesty, the concubine has been wronged," the slightly trembling words of the woman beside her spoke.

Yelu Puru held the beauty in his arms and looked at her indifferently, "Queen, you are too disappointed by Lonely"

Zhu Li's whole body twitched, she knew that there must be a gaze above her at this moment looking at her gloatingly, and even wished she was dead.

This time she didn't say anything more.

The woman who was laughing suddenly stopped smiling, and Manisha looked at the once best sisters, when did they become what they are now?

"Pull it down and send it to the barracks," Yelupuru's words were like Ling Chi's execution.

Zhu Li sat on the ground, but this punishment was a thousand times more cruel than death.

She finally looked at the woman with tears in her eyes, as if to say, are you satisfied with all this?

Manisha was a little stunned, she thought that the king at least had love for her.

She regretted it a little, and suddenly looked at the man who was having fun.

It's just that when Zhuli was pulled down, she didn't get up from the chair.

Because, she is afraid that her favor will disappear again.

As if comforted, Manisha became more and more determined in her thoughts.

Without Zhuli, this position will be hers sooner or later, and no one will rob her anymore.

Nan Qian knelt for a while before finally guessing their relationship.

It turned out that Manisha's busyness was to identify Zhuli's crimes.

It was only when she was in the temple that Jerupurus understood.

Like the tragic fate of all tool queens, the queen has always been a pawn for the ruler to consolidate his power.

Clearly, Jeruprous was not a good king.

He is definitely the central figure influencing the entire Turkic, and everything here seems so dark and depressed that Nan Qian is very uncomfortable.

She suddenly missed the smoke and rain of the small town in the south of the Yangtze River, the foggy ancient capital...