The man who stepped forward and wore a scribe's robe, wiped a handful of blood from his nose, straightened the sleeves of his robe, pulled away the Derg soldiers, said, "I will go myself," and walked to the invader's horse with his head held high.

Yue Zhen looked at him condescendingly, but his tone was not fierce: "You live in this city? What's it called? Civilian or businessman? Military or civilian?"

The scribe said: "Lao Tzu is not an official or a businessman, but the people of the Ming Dynasty have names and surnames, Lao Tzu is called Xia Wenming, and he is a household in this city."

"This one you're wearing is a headscarf that only scholars in the Ming Kingdom have, right?"

"So what?" Xia Wenming said coldly.

Yue Zhen listened carefully.

Yue Zhi gave a few words to another personal soldier, and the personal soldier led the task of guarding Xia Wenming all night, and also followed.

The moon in the sky, from a full moon, to a starry moon.

Yue Zhen raised his hand to stop him and continued, "I heard that you scholars in the Ming Kingdom look down on soldiers the most. You're not like them."

Derge was stopped by Mu Zaohua's string of criticisms, and suddenly returned to the situation when she was fleeing in Mongolia and was robbed by her for a while.

On the way back from Yizhou to the north, Mu Zaohua had a deep discussion with him, and he actually recognized the practice of the Four Baylor Emperor Taiji, treated the Han people leniently, and slowly appeased the Ming people who were literate and hyphenated on the Manchu and Han borders, just like Fan Wencheng who got it from Fushun at the beginning. Although Fan Wencheng died in Beijing in the end, after all, he was lurking for more than half a year before revealing his stuff, which at least proves that the Han people are useful whether they strengthen the internal culture of the Dajin Kingdom or are sent out to be spy agents.

Mu Zaohua observed the subtle expressions of the two Baylors as they talked.

"Mr. Xia's house is in a mess." Mu Zaohua said, "The neighbors said that they were stoned to death to kill the general households."

Soon, she reacted before the two men who really held the power of life and death.

"Luckily, he lives alone. Baylor, I'm afraid that those people will attack Mr. Xia again at noon, can you let him settle here tonight?"

Yue Zhen frowned, and then snorted lightly: "He doesn't like Han people, but aren't you Han people?"

In those days when she lived in Chongming, Mrs. Zheng also sat in the moonlight in the courtyard, teaching her the wit of observing men's moods and feelings.

"I didn't suffer hardship, but I ate really good things," Mu Zaohua took the cigarette stick from Ah Xue's hand, "It's the stuff here, and the hibiscus shell soup that saved your life in Mongolia at that time, it is the same flower that bloomed." However, that soup is medicine, and this ointment of the crow is a tonic."

Derge looked at the face that was close at hand, and his breath became rapid with annoyance: "You, you, you are not allowed to say this about me and Fu Jin!"

Mu Zaohua lowered her head and looked at the moonlight under her feet.

Seeing that Mu Zaohua didn't brush his sleeves away, Derge somehow lost his anger.

She turned around and sat down on the moonlit stone, and said to Ah Xue, who had already retreated timidly, "Bring me my cigarette stick."

The words that came out were clear and stupid, and they were as different from the murderous ferocity of the master when he commanded the siege during the day.

Mu Zaohua smiled lightly, suddenly remembered something, and added in a slushful voice, "Yue Belle Mo said that I proposed the idea, I'm afraid that the third Belle will be unhappy."

At dusk, Yue Zhen's personal soldiers, with Mu Zaohua and Xia Wenming, returned from outside the city to the military palace of Goose Feather City, where the generals of Jianzhou temporarily lived.

Mu Zaohua ate the dry food and hot porridge that Ah Xue sent her, and was about to rest, when she heard the voice of Derge.

"Nikan dog, kneel down and return to your master's words!" Ao Bai on the side raised his horsewhip and made a gesture to smoke.

"That's right, the owner of the Red Flag ran all the way to Yizhou, and the locusts stung me, and I also wanted to buy copper, should I throw him in anger and turn back to Hetuala, or should I simply coax him with good words and think about it in the long run? If it's the previous approach, do you think I dare? Am I worthy? If it's the latter way, isn't it true that the relationship between you and the red flag will not be as bad as the white flag?"

After standing for a while, the young little Belle said in a loud voice, "I haven't asked you yet, have you gone to Yiju to endure hardships?"

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Seeing that this scholar of the Ming Kingdom did not say anything like "You shameless woman who has forgotten your ancestors" to Mu Zaohua, Yue Zhen already had a little calculation in his heart.

One hundred and four. Two-three-three. Two-four-three. One hundred and eighty-four

Yue Yu put down a Ming Army Gang knife that he was studying: "Is there something wrong with the family?"

Mu Zaohua moved closer to Yue and said softly, "When digging the grave, I asked him where he came from. He was originally from Liaoyang, and he also won the show, but he had a bullish temper and couldn't get used to the scribes there, and his parents died, so he simply came to Goose Feather City and lived in the old house left by his grandfather's family. The dead boss, the baby at home follows him to read and write, and it is good for him."

The soldiers inquired, "Master, do you want to tie it up?"

"Or else?" When there were no other Jianzhou men around, Mu Zaohua adopted a completely different way of speaking than during the day, "Dege, you teach me, how should I serve your Red Flag Bannerman?"

Xia Wenming's chin was raised a little higher, but his eyes were no longer just filled with disgust and disdain in the face of the invading barbarians, but a little more solemn, and he gave it to Yue Yu openly.

Yue Zhen waited for a while, and when he saw that she didn't mean anything more, he replied with the word "line", so he picked up the good knife that had been seized from the garrison of Goose Feather City, and walked to the room that the soldiers had packed up.

"Waiting?"

Xia Wenming was stunned for a moment, hugged his fist at Mu Zaohua, and looked back at Yue Xuan.

"Don't tie up," Yue Zhi simply stood up, walked to Xia Wenming, who was standing a few steps away, and said word by word, "In my Jianzhou, the Great Khan and we, the banner masters, are also scholars. Mr. Xia looks at us like barbarians, but I can't help but treat him with courtesy."

The woman, who was close at hand, grew lower and lower, and then fell silent.

Yue Zhen stared at Xia Wenming, looked at Xu Xuan, and turned his head sideways to say these words to the Derge class in Jurchen language.

"Our garrison and commander are always fighting and are like men. If you have the heart of the men of the battlefield, let me decorate their bodies and bury them here, and build graves and monuments."

Mu Zaohua weighed the proportions, changed her look to be depressed, and said to herself: "Yes, why should I laugh at the two of you, at least you can be companions under one roof. And me? Can I really be your sister-in-law?"

"Mr. Xia, you are a member of the same sect of the Ming Kingdom, and you are right. I will command my soldiers to watch over you, and go and bury your soldiers."

Mu Zaohua looked back calmly: "I am a Han with a blue banner, and the Great Khan and Baylor treat our Han people very well, and allow me to run around with the banners. Mr. Xia don't need to be surprised, you are so righteous, I should use the money I just earned to help you, and also accumulate virtue for myself."

"Mr. Xia, I am willing to pay for it, please hire some people to bury the other soldiers who died in battle into the ground," Mu Zaohua said these words, then turned to Yue Xu, and said in a Jurchen voice, "Yue Beile, don't burn the corpse. After the war, it was important to buy people's hearts and appease the captives."

When the farmer is a gelding, he only has to focus.

Xia Wenming did not respond to the enemy's leader in words and bodies, and only left with his soldiers in silence.

"Hmm." Yue Zhen nodded at Mu Zaohua's suggestion, and motioned to his soldiers to find a place for Xia Wenming to rest.

"You've been talking to Yue Belle for a while." The Derg class came out of the shadows.

Mu Zaohua found that it was Madame's calm and moon-like attitude that made her completely distinguish Wu Gongzi from the *** nobles who became the topic of their discussion, prompting her to look at the latter with the eyes of livestock, so that in today's situation, when controlling the emotions of *** men, she will not reveal the flaws of disgust.

Therefore, when Mu Zaohua came forward to say those few words today, Yue Zhen had already estimated that she wanted to recruit this Xia civilization.

"Okay, let's see in the next few days, if he knows what is good and is willing to go to Hetuala, I will talk to Uncle Huang Taiji, and first place him to make a pen post."

Mu Zaohua leaned forward and said to Derge with cathartic cruelty: "Don't spy on me self-righteously, my heart for Sanbeile is not something that you, a person who quarrels with Fujin all day long, can understand."

Xia Wenming could only understand the part of Chinese, and couldn't help but look at Mu Zaohua with surprise.

Madame's tone was indifferent, like a farmer discussing how to make a gelding.

Mu Zaohua skillfully lit it, took a few sips, and her voice softened: "Not only to replenish the body, but also to make people forget their troubles."

Derger saw the woman's hand come out, just as he had brought him a medicinal soup with his hat and helmet.

"Derg, you try it too."

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