Dandere General and his Lord

Ayang turned his face sideways, not daring to look into his eyes: Then why did you follow me here?

You detained my mother. What can I do? Zhou Zixi smiled bitterly, As you said, I'm just a slave. If the Marquis of Jinyue wants to detain me, I have no room for resistance. The ruler of a country, the more he values ​​people, the less likely he is to let him go to another country.”

Zhou Zixi stretched out his hand and held Ayang, Ayang, His Highness Ang is thoughtful, mean and unkind. He is not a bright master who can serve his whole life. Let's find a chance to leave here together?

Ayang was in a trance for a moment, suddenly remembered something, and suddenly retracted her hand, she shook her head desperately,

Impossible, I can't betray Your Highness. You can't leave, son. This place is different from Bianzhou. It is heavily guarded. Not to mention the old lady, even if you are alone, you can't escape. You still put out this thought, Serve His Royal Highness wholeheartedly.

Zhou Zixi sighed silently and withdrew his hand.

The next person came to report that Ji Ang, the prince of the Song Dynasty, came to visit.

Not long after, Ji Ang, wearing a beautiful dragon-patterned robe and wearing a wide belt, strode forward with many attendants standing behind him.

He hugged Zhou Zixi's shoulder affectionately, and laughed, I haven't seen Zixi for a few days, so I'm so worried about the lonely one. But I don't know if the old lady's condition has improved recently?

Zhou Zixi respectfully saluted, His Royal Highness Duolao asked, Jiaci's illness is the same as in the past, and there has been no increase or decrease.

Ji Ang sat down on the chair, omitting Zhou Zixi's courtesy.

He looked at Zhou Zixi for a while, then flicked the hem of his shirt, Zixi, why is Gu Gu not doing well? You are always so polite to me, and there is a sense of alienation in your politeness.

Zhou Zixi bowed again: How can your Highness have this thought? Your Highness is so kind to my mother and son, and Zixi has nothing but gratitude in his heart.

With a smile on his face, Ji Ang narrowed his eyes: I heard that you were with the Jinyuehou for only a few days, so he planned everything for him, and wrote a draft for him all night before he left. But you came to me. It has been more than a month, but I have never seen you take the initiative to share my worries. Haha. But why am I inferior to the Marquis of Jinyue?

Zhou Zixi was silent.

Ji Ang has always liked to act like a polite corporal to the outside world. Since he came here, he has always tried his best to win over him.

To say this suddenly today is almost like tearing the face of the past holiday. Just don't know why.

Ji Ang saw that he didn't answer, and his face sank: Zixi, did you know that the Marquis of Jinyue ordered his hussar general Mo Qiaosheng to lead a 20,000-strong army of Jin, and they have already sent troops outside our country's borders.

Zhou Zixi was surprised and frowned.

Ji Ang looked at him: Can Zixi have a good plan to help me?

The next literati, how to know the military affairs. It's just that when I was in Bianzhou, I saw the Jin army exercise.

Ji An looked at him silently.

After a long while, he said slowly: Today, an envoy of Jin State came, that is, Cheng Feng, who was personally given the surname by the Marquis of Jinyue. He asked my father and king to lend them 50,000 dans of grain to Jin State as military salaries.

At the same time, he also said that the Marquis of Jinyue would use the worth of five sheepskins in exchange for one of his fugitive slaves, you.

Zhou Zixi raised his head in surprise.

Ji Ang said: Zixi, it was easy for you to get to know me when I was studying in the Wei country. Others may not know it, but I know very well that you are a rare talent, and I would not abandon you no matter what. Offending Jin is also very embarrassing in my heart.

Zhou Zixi smiled bitterly: His Royal Highness needs to focus on the overall situation, how can I cause the country's catastrophe by myself.

Zixi, don't blame me. If I can't keep you by my side, I can't let the king of other countries get you. temple.

Zhou Zixi was taken aback: I defected from the state of Jin, and the Marquis of Jinyue was angry in his heart. He wanted me to be bought back as a slave just for the sake of hurting me. How could it be used for me again? You don't have to worry about it, Your Highness. Ruthless!

Ji Ang looked at him indifferently, Even so, I am not at ease. Don't blame me, your mother, I will take good care of you. This time, I will wrong you.

Chapter 72

Your Highness, Your Highness is gracious. Ayang grabbed in front of Zhou Zixi and desperately kowtowed and begged.

Young master escaped from the state of Jin, and sending him back would be a dead end.

Ayang. Prince Ang's always gentle voice sounded above her head.

Ayang was lying on the ground, her eyes widened, and she could only see the floor tiles in front of her and the dirt in the cracks of the bricks.

Her fingers were digging into the mud crevice, trembling slightly.

In fact, she knew clearly in her heart.

It's over, my son is over.

What kind of person His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is, these dead men who have lived in the shadows since childhood, actually know better than anyone else.

I'm also helpless, Ayang. I've known Zixi for many years. Actually, I feel more uncomfortable than anyone else.

A fluttering voice above his head entered Ah Yang's ears.

Two warriors with knives came over and kicked Ayang away.

Ayang watched as the two pressed Zhou Zixi to the ground, and one of them raised a bright sharp knife.

She felt her ears buzzing, as if the whole world was buzzing.

Before she could figure it out, her body rushed forward uncontrollably. She knocked over one of them frantically, and pulled out the

The dagger held the blade of another person.

Yang, what are you doing? Behind Ji Ang stood a thin and tough middle-aged man in the dark, his hands behind his back, he said coldly.

This person's name is Jie, and he is the teacher who taught the young girls and boys of A Yang since childhood.

A Yang trembled subconsciously as soon as the voice engraved in her bones that scared her came.

Before she could react, she was hit hard on the head, and then she was kicked in the abdomen, and her whole body was kicked to the wall.

Ayang fell from the wall, she covered her stomach, spat out a mouthful of blood, and stopped moving.

Jie yīn walked towards her with a sullen face: How many times have I told you that the only way to betray the lord is death!

Zhou Zixi stretched out his hand to block Ayang. He took a breath and looked at Ji Ang: Your Highness, let her go. I can do whatever you want. Please spare her life, please.

A bloody hand stretched out from behind and grabbed Zhou Zixi's clothes.

Young master, don't beg. I... I can't do it anymore.

Zhou Zixi turned around, and he clenched the girl's hand.

Although she deceived herself, when she fell into the darkest abyss, she was the only person who gave her warmth.

I once thought about holding her hand and walking the rest of my life.

Young Master, don't be sad. A Yang took a step forward and raised his head, My whole life, I have lived for the master's will. Only at the last moment, I live for my own thoughts.

This feeling is...not bad.

She closed her eyes, and the tears from the corners of her eyes fell on Zhou Zixi's hands.

Those tears were so hot, but the young girl's body was cold in Zhou Zixi's hands.

...

Cheng Feng was sitting in the palace of Song State.

In the main hall, Yingge and Yan dance, Gongchou jiāo is wrong.

This palace is magnificent and magnificent.

In comparison, the palace of the Marquis of Jinyue in Bianzhou is so simple that it is a bit shabby.

The master here, Song Xianggong, was receiving his envoy from Jin with great enthusiasm.

After the singing and dancing stopped, Song Xianggong clapped his hands, and a middle-aged man in ragged clothes was pushed up from the hall.

The man flinched, and as soon as he entered the hall, he lay down on the ground in front of Cheng Feng's case, shivering.

It took Cheng Feng a long time to recognize the gray-haired man who was described as haggard.

It turned out to be the former owner of his youth, Chu Yezhi.

Chu Yezhi secretly raised his head and glanced at the person in front of him.

I saw that the slave who I once thought could be bullied at will, is now sitting in front of the case.

Fresh crown group Ying, Jiang Yi Bo robe, Gu Panshengwei, is no longer the weak and pitiful boy in his impression.

Cheng Feng put down the golden bottle in his hand and made a soft sound on the table.

Chu Ye was startled, he held his head in his hands, trembling all over: Don't hit me, don't hit me, spare your life, spare your life.

Duke Xiang of Song said with a smile: King Gu heard that this person was ignorant of good and bad and had offended your envoy. Gu was very angry, and his family property was confiscated and he was demoted to a commoner. Now he makes a living by carrying dung, and he is the same every day. The filth is his companion, and he is always bullied by others. Today, I am afraid that he will smoke the noble envoy, so the King Gu ordered someone to wash him first, and then he brought him up to the palace and appointed General Cheng to punish him.

After speaking, he scolded: What are you doing there? You don't even kowtow to General Cheng to apologize.