Demon girl, don't even think about my ruthlessness!

Simple military tents, even the most luxurious tents in Turks, are covered with a layer of soft tiger skins, bows and arrows and weapons are hung on the walls, and the military tents made of oilcloth are densely blocked from the cold wind. Warm like a sauna.

But in Xuan Hanyue's eyes, it's still very simple, married in a tent that doesn't even count as a house, she pouted her mouth angrily, and looked around with a pair of peach blossom eyes, trying to find Yan Qing's figure, of course the empty tent No one inside.

Feeling empty, eyes drooping, like little twinkling stars that light up for a moment, then dim quietly, sitting on the bed, eyes touching her gorgeous red wedding gown, palms pressing on her wedding gown, He sat back a little further on the bed, just reaching his knees, and just looked at his embroidered shoes dyed red, shaking his feet.

Three days ago, she came to the Turkic military camp, and she believed that Yan Qing's promise to her would be fulfilled, but now three days have passed, the Turkic prince came back from fighting, and at the celebration banquet, he announced that he would marry her as No.13 concubine , fuck No.13 Ren!

Hearing that she was furious, but she didn't dare to act rashly, Yan Qing must have her own plan, and she would not abandon her.

But when will it be good?

Xuan Hanyue's eyes were serious, and a trace of anxiety inevitably arose in her heart.

Suddenly the curtain opened and a person walked in.

Xuan Hanyue raised her head expectantly, her eyes froze for a moment, repulsion and disgust arose in her heart.

The Turkic prince Ashina salivated, looked at Xuan Hanyue's slender body, narrowed his eyes wretchedly, and pretended to laugh: "The third princess is really the pearl of Xuan Hanyue, Turkic is not as beautiful as you, In the future, if the city gate of Daxuan is broken, I will definitely keep you as my concubine if I accept the prince."

Xuan Hanyue spat secretly: Who wants this kind of concubine!This Turkic prince is really brainless, if it wasn't for delaying Yan Qing's time, she would have kicked him up a long time ago, and even used it to lie to this so-called Turkic prince!

No matter how you say it, the Turkic prince is also an aristocrat, dressed in animal skins, with a beard and a rough and square face, he looks like an untamed savage, but this barbarian looks tall and strong, Xuan Hanyue is afraid that he has thin arms and legs , Can't resist the brute force of this savage.

Looking at the dirty eyes of the eldest prince Ashina, the monkey who kept approaching hurriedly walked.

Xuan Hanyue suppressed the scream stuck in her throat, her fingers were clenched tightly and painfully, her eyes were slightly staring, the shadows of those stubby fingers fell little by little on the bottom of her eyes, spreading out the dark place of horror, her nose was slightly closed, Turning his head to avoid it, a flurry of hair fell down.

The Turkic prince looked at this disturbing picture of a beauty, so pitiful and pitiful, thinking that such a delicate and precious princess as Daxuan would also fall into his hands, his heavy breathing became heavier, and he opened his yellow teeth lacking in vitamins , eyes ready to move, like a hungry wolf looking at a piece of fat and juicy pork.

Just when Xuan Hanyue was desperate and wanted to escape from this disgusting sight, there was a loud noise outside, which was deafening, accompanied by the flames rising into the sky, followed by more explosions|explosions. The ubiquitous red light entered the tent, and there were panicked footsteps and screams outside.

The Turkic eldest prince Ashina's eyes immediately darkened, and he was dissatisfied with desire: "What happened?!"

Xuan Hanyue was terrified and pale, until the man's cold and steady voice sounded.

"Prince Ashina, maybe it's because your group has been condemned by the heavens." Yan Qing appeared in front of the two of them, and glanced at Xuan Hanyue from the corner of his eye. His sweat slid into his neck and soaked the skirt of his clothes, but his eyes were still calm and calm.

"Who are you? How did you break into this prince's tent! Where are all my guards?!" The eldest prince Ashina asked with fierce vigilance, looking at this handsome man who suddenly appeared.

Yan Qing shook the blood drops on the sword, pursed his lower lip coldly, and said with a cold look in his eyes, as if with a hint of arrogance: "Why don't Prince Ashina go and meet them?" one time."

"You killed them!" The eldest prince Ashina was sure, even he himself couldn't believe it, their powerful and burly Turkic warriors would lose to this thin man whose neck was not as thick as his arm, but he had been fighting for many years His intuition told him that the killing intent in the eyes of this seemingly plain and thin man was not fake, and the bloody smell on the sword was very familiar, it was undoubtedly human blood.

"En." Yan Qing responded, the sword in his hand mercilessly drove straight, and the cold wind of the sword pierced the air and approached.

A deadly sense of danger caused the eldest prince Ashina to retreat quickly, and rolled several times on the ground in embarrassment, trying to draw out the ring knife at his waist, but was swept away by a gust of sword wind, and the belt made of cowhide collapsed. The ring knife rolled and slid down, and Prince Ashina stretched out his hand to grab it.

The moment he grasped the handle of the knife, the great prince Ashina's eyes flashed with the ambition to fight back, and in the next second, severe pain rushed from his fingers to the brain nerves, and he shouted in pain: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Hands! My hands!"

The eldest prince Ashina couldn't care less about the ring knife, holding his wrist, the four fingers on the top of his right hand were all broken, and the spurted blood stained his entire fist.

He did hold the ring knife just now, but the knife was still lying on the ground, with four fingers neatly resting on the handle, and this thin man chopped off his fingers!

In an instant, resentful anger appeared in the eyes of the eldest prince Ashina, he tore a strip of cloth out of his clothes with his mouth, bound up his bloody hands, and threatened coldly: "Do you know that I am the eldest prince of Turkic, you If you kill me, the people outside the tent are all the people of this prince, do you think you may escape from the Turks?!"

Yan Qingman sneered nonchalantly: "Your people? I guess they are begging for mercy on their knees, hoping that the punishment of heaven will not come to them. How can they care about you, the so-called eldest prince, besides, the Turkic Khan has more than one prince. .”

Prince Ashina also knew that something was wrong, and frowned roughly: "You caused the commotion outside?"

Although Yan Qing's plan for so many days was a bit rushed, he barely managed to catch up.

The riots outside were indeed caused by her. Three days ago, she came to the interior of Turkic. In order to find food, that is, the place where gun|powder was hidden, she pretended to be a Turkic civilian and asked for news everywhere.

Due to the volcanic eruption, the Turkic tribesmen who had no contact with each other gathered together. Not to mention the chaos, it is not strange that there are a few more strange faces. Yan Qing mixed in like this, and learned from the Turkic civilians A lot of useful news.

Most Turkic civilians believe in the Snow Mountain Temple, but this time it was the first place to be destroyed by the volcanic eruption. For the barbarian and uneducated nomads, belief in the Snow Mountain Temple is the spiritual pillar.

This spiritual pillar collapsed, and many Turkic civilians were confused and impetuous. If they were not driven by their only desire to survive, or they were buried with their faith along with the monks from the snow-capped temple.

At this time, Yan Qing also just discovered the clues to the storage of gunpowder. The Turkic soldiers complained that some kind of black powder was mixed in the rice. They suspected that unscrupulous merchants sold them mixed with black soil, and it also smelled like sulfur.

But a place like the granary was heavily guarded, and even Yan Qing, who was disguised as a Turkic, had a hard time getting in. She took advantage of the panic of the Turkic civilians to create a rumor.

"The scourge of God will not end. The vast and fertile grassland is now covered with sulphurous volcanic ash, and now even the only food left by the Turks has gradually turned into volcanic ash. The Turks will starve to death under the scourge of God."

It sounds absurd, but the Turkic civilians who lost their spiritual beliefs were afraid that they would not be able to keep the only food left, so they clamored to go to the granary to see it. Taking advantage of the panic, Yan Qing slipped into the granary and got the gun|powder.

Although the level of these gunpowder is still very rough in this world, Yan Qing optimized the gunpowder with his keen intuition, and secretly placed them in various places in the Turkic army camp to trigger the explosion at the same time.

The flames that exploded suddenly reproduced the nightmare of the volcanic eruption that day.

The ignorant Turkic people thought that the divine punishment was following them, and instead of fleeing, they knelt on the ground and prayed.

With cold eyes, Yan Qing raised the knife and threw the head of the Turkic prince in front of Xuan Hanyue, with a hidden sneer on his lips: "Princess, give back the husband you don't want."

Suddenly, Xuan Hanyue was taken aback by the ferocious head, but when she thought of Yan Qing, who was originally indifferent, deliberately throwing his head in front of her eyes, she actually tasted a hint of jealousy.

In the bright red wedding dress, on the bed sat a charming and unparalleled princess, and below was a strange and ferocious head, with eyes cleft in the canthus and dying of hatred.

Even though it was such a treacherous and frightening picture, Xuan Hanyue smiled idiotically, her peach blossom eyes flashed by, shining brightly and colorfully.

——She is jealous.

Because it's me.