My wife is number one in the world

"Oh, he came to join the army to serve Dalong. He really is my Dalong's passionate son."

"The general believes that the little one is not a Turkic spy?"

Zheng Qing looked happily at the insolent man who was pondering a little bit.

Zhang Kuang nodded lightly: "Xin, this general certainly believes that all the men who join the army are all for serving the imperial court."

Zheng Qing heaved a sigh of relief.

"Zhang Feng, why did you join the army?"

Zhang Feng's face was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned a little red: "Back to Lord Hou, the family is poor and has no food to eat, and I joined the army in order to have enough to eat."

"Shen Hui, why did you join the army?"

"Back to Lord Hou, in order to get promoted and make a fortune, honor your ancestors."

"Xu Hao, why did you join the army?"

"Go back to Lord Hou, for the sake of success and fame."

"What are you soldiers for now?"

"Dalong Wuwei, the soul blesses the territory."

Looking wildly at Zheng Qing who was tied to the pillar, he said, "Have you seen this? This is the real idea. The land is still there, and the homeland is not lost. If you have not gone through the baptism of war and talk about serving the court, you are not a commoner at all."

Zheng Qing's face changed slightly, and he didn't dare to look at the arrogant eyes.

Smiling lightly, shaking his head, Zhang Kuang gestured to the guards: "Remove the armor, take off his pants."

"Order!"

Zheng Qing struggled in fear: "What do you want to do?"

Being tied to a pillar, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't resist the confinement of several personal soldiers, so Zheng Qing's clothes were still stripped off.

Zhang Kuang didn't dislike it as he pulled away Zheng Qing's leg and looked at it. When he saw the thick calluses on Zheng Qing's thigh, Zhang Kuang laughed: "Put it on for him."

"You don't have more than five years of horse riding experience, but you can't wear so many calluses. You just said that you have never ridden a horse. How did these calluses come from? Riding your mother-in-law? Zheng Qing, what else can you say?"

"It's a little callus from riding a bull."

Standing aside, Liu Mingzhi's expression was dull, he really didn't expect Zhang Kuang to be as careful as a needle, with such a clear mind.

"Okay, did you hunt when you were at home?"

Zhang Kuang suddenly asked a question sharply.

"Beat...not..." Although Zheng Qing suppressed his composure, he couldn't hide the panic in his eyes.

"Is there any?"

"Hit."

"What gōngnǔ used?"

"An ordinary gōngnǔ made by my father himself?"

"What is the string? What is the arrow?"

"The thin rope is the string, and the oily wood is the arrow."

Zhang Kuang opened Zheng Qing's two palms: "Your bowstring is so strong, it is even more strenuous than Longwuwei's iron tire bow. Your fingers are so vicissitudes."

"I........."

"Zheng Qing, tell me your true identity. The old man doesn't want to be tortured. If you tell me obediently, the old man can spare your life, otherwise."

Knowing that his identity has been revealed, Zheng Qing calmed down instead. There is no other way, Zhang Kuang is really too shrewd. Zhang Kuang already doubted his own identity, and already had preconceived notions. There is no need to quibble at all.

But Zheng Qing couldn't imagine how Zhang Kuang discovered his flaws. Ever since he pretended to be Zheng Qing and enlisted in Longwuwei, he has always been cautious, seldom spoke, and has been conscientiously going to the prison to fetch water, except for ten people in one camp. The comrades barely greeted anyone.

Zheng Qing really couldn't figure out why someone had discovered the clues despite being so cautious.

Could it be that the sleep talk was heard by the fellow soldiers, Zheng Qing immediately vetoed this idea, not only did he not have the habit of sleep talk, but just in case, he never fell asleep before the soldiers in the same account did not fall asleep.

"Can you tell me how you found me?"

"Are you admitting that you are a Turkic spy?"

"If you don't admit it, there is no way. You must have discovered my identity before you let the soldiers arrest me. What's the point of holding on after things have been revealed?"

"You are a smart person, and those who know current affairs are outstanding."

"Now can you tell me how you found out my identity?"

Zhang Kuang staggered his body and pointed at First Young Master Liu: "This is the one who discovered your weirdness."

Zheng Qing was taken aback, and looked straight at First Young Master Liu a few times: "How did you find out my identity?"

Liu Mingzhi was taken aback for a moment, he never thought that Zhang Kuang would sell himself like this, what is it that the young master found out, I was just suspicious and surprised, okay?

At this point, Young Master Liu shrugged helplessly: "I have heard people say that Turkic people have a habit of fetching water from the river with their backs in order to prevent wild beasts from attacking their backs. I'm just a little skeptical about Shui's behavior, and it's the general who really confirms your identity."

Zheng Qing let out a wry smile and exhaled helplessly: "The god of the wolf is not blessed, Baimi will eventually have a slack. I have been careful not to expect to show my feet."

"Tell me, what is your mission in Longwuwei Camp? You are clearly a Han Chinese, so why do you want to be a Turkic spy?"

Zhang Kuang sat on the chair and stared at Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing smiled bitterly: "You don't need to ask, just give me a good time."

After speaking, he closed his eyes.

"Are you sure you have to torture the old man before you will say anything?"

Zheng Qing closed her eyes and remained motionless.

"I don't know how to flatter you, Master Hou, let your subordinates teach this spy a lesson, I don't believe his mouth is harder than our torture tools."

Zhang Kuang took a deep look at Zheng Qing who closed his eyes and said nothing, picked up the teacup next to him and drank it, obviously acquiescing to the behavior of the soldiers.

With Zhang Kuang's permission, Zhang Feng grinned and waved the whip in his hand.

"slow!"

Zhang Feng stopped his movements and looked at First Young Master Liu, wondering why he stopped him.