Quick Travel: Love will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword

Zhang Luojia was satisfied after hearing this result. With a weak and grateful look on his face, he repeatedly accused the emperor.

This was better than she expected.

She had planned it all. Sun Tzu's Art of War had been passed down for hundreds of years in her world. They were all military works. If you take any one of them in this era, they are all treasures. She used this to arouse the emperor's interest. The emperor's When he is in love with her, he will definitely not see anything happen to her.

She originally thought that after the incident, she showed weakness and attracted the emperor's pity. The emperor would definitely take action and imprison Zhang Cuihua. Then she used a little trick to nail Zhang Cuihua to the pillar of shame and never be able to stand up again, using Zhang Cuihua's image to create a bronze statue. Only when a person is despised by thousands of people can he avenge the original owner Pei Shang, who was cut into pieces, and let out this evil breath.

Now it's better. Being cut into pieces while alive is more satisfying than being cut into pieces after death. It is estimated that Pei Shang himself can also relieve his resentment.

The emperor left Zhang Luojia to recuperate in the palace for more than ten days. He took some time to visit every day. Hearing Zhang Luojia analyze the situation in the front hall, the dragon was very happy. Sometimes the emperor was also curious about what else was in Pei Aiqing's mind. As long as he is good at literature, he is also proficient in military strategy.

If it hadn't been for the imperial doctor's repeated assurance that Master Pei was safe and sound, the emperor would not have let her go home. A special vehicle was arranged to escort her out, and Zhang Luojia was given an older nanny, "Sincerely, I know that your widowed mother is weak and cannot be relied on. Aunt Zheng is an old nanny in the palace, so I will give her to you." , let your family have no worries, serve the court well, and share my worries."

Zhang Luojia was so moved that he prostrated himself with tears in his eyes: "I am grateful to Your Majesty for thinking of me. I am determined to die with all my heart and soul, and to shed my blood for Your Majesty's great cause."

Damn, is it easy? Sometimes crying is really a technical job, but Zhang Luojia saw that the emperor was so moved that his eyes were watering, and he was satisfied. If he has the opportunity to take the performance certificate in the future, it should be no problem. To a certain extent, she was grateful to the emperor. After all, not every thousand-mile horse can meet Bole.

The emperor was newly enthroned, and he had lofty ambitions in his heart. He was not the kind of licentious, harsh and tyrannical emperor. This was why Zhang Luojia patiently explained his views on the art of war. If she could use the knowledge she knew to help the emperor win the battle quickly and steadily, and save the war from continuing for a few years, it should be a help to ordinary people in some ways.

After Zhang Luojia returned home, she helped Grandma Zheng establish her authority, and finally expressed in public that if she recognized Grandma Zheng as her godmother, she would be treated the same as the Shaw family in the future. The moved Grandma Zheng said that she had something to rely on, and she would definitely keep an eye on the backyard for Zhang Luojia.

The feeling in Shao's heart was indescribable. She felt that her only son was becoming more and more alienated from her, but she did not dare to talk about it. She could only accept the arrangement of fate and complain in front of her late husband's memorial tablet. Aunt Zheng felt contempt in her heart, how could such a good son end up with such an incompetent mother? The man had been dead for many years and he still wasn't sober.

On the day of Zhang Cuihua's execution, Zhang Luojia dressed up and went to watch the execution. After seventy-two blows, you still have to ensure that the person is alive, which is a real test of the executioner's skills. One or two knives sliced ​​off both eyebrows, three or four knives sliced ​​off both shoulders, and five or six knives sliced ​​off both breasts. Zhang Luojia couldn't bear to watch what happened next. After all, she grew up in a harmonious society. She couldn't stand this kind of torture, and even had to vomit after dinner. Out.

Just as Zhang Luojia was about to go home, he felt his body light up. When the trance passed, he found that he was back in the familiar sea of ​​consciousness.

"I think it's almost done." Zhang Luojia took a breath. He had been in this mission world for a long time and had learned a lot, so he felt very tired.

"Thank you so much, my benefactor. I will never forget your kindness!" Pei Shang bowed down in the space and bowed to the end. Finally, he no longer looked like a pile of minced meat. He had star-shaped eyebrows and bright eyes. He was a humble gentleman with gentle jade and a slightly rosy complexion. This female benefactor, she After being in his own body for several years, he already knew this body well. Pei Shang looked shy, and unknown emotions flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Luojia was a little embarrassed when facing this face that he had seen for several years, "No need to thank you, everyone has their needs. Now I will teach you the complete "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu. The emperor is sincerely good to you, and you also Be grateful for the knowledge and I believe you will achieve great things in the future."

After sending Pei Shang, who was full of gratitude and reluctant to speak, Zhang Luojia breathed a long sigh of relief.

"I really can't stand the look in Pei Shang's eyes." Zhang Luojia exhaled, feeling the soul provided by Pei Shang, and quietly emptied himself: "Xiaoyu, if I saw it right just now, I seem to see a light yellow golden light again, Is that the kind of...merit you call?"

"Yes, that's right. There are a lot of merits this time. In Pei Shang's world, Sun Tzu's Art of War did not exist. You popularized these military strategies to the emperor, so that the war that should have lasted six or seven years ended in only two years. It has invisibly saved many people from the fire and water of war." Xiaoyu is also very happy. The more Zhang Luojia's soul solidifies, the more merit he has, and his abilities will also improve accordingly.

"Jiajia, in Pei Shang's world, you have seen and touched them all, so you have to be responsible for them." Xiaoyu joked that while Jiajia was doing the task, he and Pei Shang had been staying in the acquaintance room. Watching from the sea, as a jade spirit, he could feel Pei Shang's gradual emotional changes. He admired Jiajia's hard work in studying, was impressed by her spirit of not being eager for quick success, and admired her eloquence when discussing books and teaching the Dharma. Talk, and finally look at her until her heart is full of Jiajia.

"It's just a mission. They are all passers-by to me." Zhang Luojia sighed and asked: "Xiaoyu, I have a question. You said Liu Jiajia, Murong Xin and Pei Shang gave their souls to me. Then they What will happen next?”

"Well, you can understand that after they gave your soul to you, there will be no reincarnation in the future." Xiaoyu thought for a moment and slowly explained: "That is to say, after you complete the mission and return to space, they will They can still return to their original bodies and continue to live in that world. But after birth, old age, illness and death, they will disappear like clouds, and there will be no afterlife."

Zhang Luojia remained silent, unable to tell what emotions were surging in his heart.

Seeing that Zhang Luojia didn't say a word, Xiaoyu thought for a while and asked: "Jiajia, do you want to take a look at what happened after Pei Shang returned?"

Zhang Luojia came to his senses and said, "Let's take a look. I also want to know what will happen to Pei Shang in the future."

The familiar white light flashed on, and scenes passed by like a quick glance.

Next to the familiar street, Pei Shang looked at Zhang Cuihua, who was left behind, with a gloomy face, motionless.