2 The Red Tent of the Tower
More than half a year ago, the capital of Jiaoguo, the towering city tower is full of armor, different from weekdays, there is an extra Nanmu couch on it, through the light red Luo tent, the people of Jiaoguo who were captured downstairs can vaguely see a woman's delicate figure.
"Jiang Gongzi has arrived!" A loud sound slices through a person's eardrum like a knife.
Jiang Xian came slowly in a pale green robe, and the delicate embroidery of the same color could not be seen from a little distance, and others were all bright armor, but he disdained it, and since he led his troops to attack the country of Jiao, his incomparable voice can always be heard in the big tent of talking about military aircraft-
"Why don't you just attack a city? Why are you so nervous, you can't bear to let the concubine at home or the gold in the silver building! ”
The fierce general who came out of the sword mountain and the sea of fire couldn't hold back his temper and wanted to scare him, but he was stopped by the cautious strategists around him, and whispered: "General, please refrain, he Jiang Xian is the adopted son of the princess of Zhenguo, and he can't afford to be offended." ”
This is not wrong at all, in Yu Han Kingdom, no one dares to offend this second ancestor.
At this time, Jiang Xian cleared his throat, he was condescending, and smiled at the tens of thousands of people who died in the city: "Fellow fathers and fellow villagers of Jiao Country, I'm sorry!" But I've never had any ill intentions, and today I'm just inviting everyone to get together and watch the show. "But it's obviously full of malice.
Various voices began to appear downstairs in the city, some were puzzled, some were invective, and more were angry.
Jiang Xian pretended to be helpless and shook his head, and turned the jade wrench on his thumb: "That's why I started to be calm, didn't your king Zhao Di educate you to be a state of etiquette?" This attitude towards friends who come from afar is not good. ”
He raised his eyes, and there was an unusually handsome face that made people shudder.
A few people dressed as soldiers began to shout to the city tower: "Shut up Lao Tzu!" Our Jiang Gongzi has something to say. ”
The crowd fell silent.
That's right, it's just fish on the chopping board, what's the use of jumping?
Jiang Xian was secretly proud, he smiled and said: "I have always rewarded and punished clearly, this time I ask you to be a witness." With a blow of both hands, a big man came up, with a face full of horizontal flesh and a particularly conspicuous beard.
"This time the city is all due to my Yu Han warriors, this is the leader among them, and someone has tested the heads of people at the bottom, and he is the most." These words sounded trivial, but the listener's face changed.
Jiang Xian stretched out his hand and pointed to the red tent, his slender fingers were distinct, and his tone sounded loose and lazy: "On the wooden couch is the most beautiful flower in your Jiao country, your Sui'an princess Zhao Changle." ”
The outcry rang out, and the voices of protest continued.
"You thieves, let our princess go!"
"Jiang Xian, you bastard!"
"A pack of jackals! Beast! ”
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The men, women and children downstairs seemed to have guessed something, and they were excited for a while.
Jiang Xian didn't care, his smile was very good-looking, but the worst thing was that it was out of place, "The prisoners are still so tough, what kind of monarch there is, what kind of subjects there are, the same useless, but the same good face for death!" His words were unceremonious, and he became fierce, "I have already made the decision, match your princess to this warrior of our Yuhan country, it is better to choose the day than to hit the sun, it is today, it is now, and they will be fulfilled, there is no need to wait for the night of the candle in the cave room, you can celebrate the whole world at this time!" He stretched out his arms to meet the wind from the country of Jiao.
Downstairs, some people began to wipe their tears, others clenched their fists, the green tendons on their foreheads bulged, and the sound of cursing became even louder.
Jiang Xian was indifferent, and ordered the rude man who was there with the pestle: "What are you still doing in a daze?" Your beautiful lady is waiting for you! Men, don't let a woman wait too long at any time. ”
After receiving such a great favor, this rough old man smirked twice, and immediately rushed into the Luo tent, you must know that it is the princess of Jiaoguo, the legendary princess of Jiaoguo, Zhao Changle, the legendary princess of Jiaoguo. He used to be a butcher, and by chance he had seen this famous princess from afar, and that vague glance alone haunted him for a long time.
Soon there was a woman's terrible scream in the tent, which seemed to tear all the organs of a person apart, and the howling and crying under the tower could not stop, such a shame and humiliation that no one could bear.
The people on the city tower are diametrically opposite, the entangled figure in the red tent makes people think about it, and most of the young people who are already strong in blood among the soldiers and generals are dry mouths at this time, stretching their necks, and they can't wait to see what is going on.
Jiang Xian yawned, he was not interested in the things in the account at all, and was about to tease a young man in armor beside him, when he saw the big man rushing out of the tent, with only a few pieces of cloth around him, and his face and back were full of scratches, and the man seemed a little embarrassed when he saw Jiang Xian.
"This old boy is really embarrassed, he came out so quickly, I carefully picked out this body, it turned out to be a strong outsider." Jiang Xian's laughter was mixed with contempt, and the strong man was unhappy for himself in his heart: Why don't you go on it in person, in front of everyone's eyes, the woman is a fierce woman, I don't want face and guilt!
But with a smile on his face, he flattered: "Childe, I made you laugh, but it is not dishonorable in your mission." As he spoke, he brought over the white silk that he was holding tightly in his big palm.
There was already a shocking red on the white silk cloth.