Cheng Qianye invited Mo Qiaosheng to his side.
"Take off your clothes," she said suddenly.
Mo Qiaosheng's face turned red instantly, but he did not hesitate. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and smooth body lines.
The body was crisscrossed with various old scars and several new red, swollen and bruised areas.
"How did you do this?" Cheng Qianye asked, "If General Yu hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known that you were training yourself so desperately."
She took out a can of medicinal oil from the drawer, poured it into her palm and rubbed it until it burned, then pressed it on Mo Qiaosheng's red and swollen hand joints and rubbed it gently, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt, really. This little injury is nothing. I used to practice like this."
Now just try a little harder.
"Don't mention the past to me. Your past is in the past." Cheng Qianye increased the strength of his hands, "Qiaosheng, you have to learn to cherish yourself."
"I have a lot of things I want to do and a long way to go. If you want to go with me, you can't do this to yourself."
Mo Qiaosheng lowered his head and replied softly, "Yes."
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The coldest season finally arrived, and the frigid wind mercilessly tore away the little warmth that Cheng Qianye had worked so hard to create.
In the ice-covered Bianzhou City, refugees began to freeze to death or starve to death from time to time.
Cheng Qianye wore warm and thick deerskin boots and walked carefully on the icy road.
Suddenly, she closed her eyes and turned her head to the side. Something grabbed her heart and made her skin numb.
In the corner of the wall not far away, there was a pile of small things curled up. It was the body of a child, or maybe two, they were frozen blue and purple, and had almost lost their human features.
Cheng Qianye controlled himself, opened his eyes, and forced himself to face the cruel scene.
Once upon a time, I didn’t want to care.
This is the result of not wanting to care.
Since I hold this right, I have this responsibility. At least, before I find a way to go back, I will try my best to do what I can.
In my sight, I want to reduce these cruel deaths and perverted abuses one after another.
"Bury it." Cheng Qianye waved his hand.
She raised her head and took a step forward.
No matter how cold the winter is, it will pass.
The snow melted, taking away the unknown deaths and pain.
As spring flowers bloom, it seems that the world is filled with new hope.
In Yongqiu City, not far from Bianzhou, people were busy with spring ploughing while worrying about the impending war.
"Have you heard? The Jin army has already captured Gaoyang and Qi County, and they may reach Yongqiu soon."
"Another war is about to begin. When will this war end?"
"Alas, the lord changes every year. In my opinion, as long as there is no war, it doesn't matter who is the lord."
"I heard that although the ruler of Jin is very young, everyone says that he..." the man looked around and whispered, "is a benevolent ruler who cares about the people and loves them like his own children."
"Where in the world are there any benevolent kings? Those so-called benevolent kings are just like these barbarians. They don't care about the lives of the people at all."
"That's not the case. Bianzhou has implemented a new policy called the land grant system. Any man over fifteen years old who has obtained Jin nationality can be allocated a piece of permanent land and a piece of mulberry field."
"I also heard that my neighbor Wang Dashi and his family quietly moved to Bianzhou."
"Oh? No need to cultivate the public land? Can I pass my own land on to my children in the future?"
"How many acres of land can a man get?"
"Oh, it would be nice to have my own farm."
"It seems that it would be better if we could attack them sooner. At least we don't have to live under the oppression of these foreign barbarians."
Marquis Yue of Jin led an army to attack Yongqiu.
The defender of Yongqiu City, Du Luowei, was a famous general of the Quanrong. Upon hearing the news, he went up to his tent, organized his troops and went out of the city to meet the enemy.
The military staff advised: "The Marquis of Jinyue has taken Bianzhou as his front and back, and has taken Gaoyang and Qixian. He is in the ascendant. General, you must not underestimate the enemy, but should just hold on. We can ask General Weimingshan of Zhengzhou for help and ask him to send troops to rescue us. At this time, we can attack the enemy from both inside and outside, and there is no worry that the enemy will not be defeated."
Du Luowei said angrily: "The Marquis of Jinyue is just a young boy, and he underestimated me. If I don't bother him, he will dare to attack the city! I will lead the army to attack and kill him without leaving a single piece of armor."
Outside Yongqiu City, flags were flying and drums were beating in the air.
When the Jin army marched forward, a young general in a black robe appeared. He was wearing a black robe, a linen armor, a heather-tail crown on his head, and riding a black horse. He had a stern face and challenged the army.
But it was the slave Mo Qiaosheng.
The gate of Yongqiu city was wide open, and tens of millions of soldiers and horses poured out like a black cloud, among whom was the famous Quanrong general Du Luowei.
Du Luowei had a face as black as charcoal, eyes like copper bells, and a thick black braid hanging from each shoulder. He wore a bright frost silver helmet, held an iron mace, and rode a snow-hoofed jujube horse.
He started to yell, "You little boy, tell your baby master to wash his neck and wait. I will take his head off after I have dealt with all of you bastards."
Mo Qiaosheng was furious. Without saying a word, he picked up his spear and rode his horse straight to Du Luowei.
A deputy general flashed out from the side of Du Luowei and said, "Why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken? I will meet this unknown soldier for the general."
He rode his horse and held his spear to fight against Mo Qiaosheng.
Unexpectedly, when Mo Qiaosheng saw the gleaming steel spear coming towards his chest, he did not dodge at all, as if he wanted to take the bullet in his chest.
When the tip of the spear reached his armor, he stretched out his arms slightly, tilted his waist, and let the tip of the spear pass under his ribs.
The enemy general was unable to stop and fell into his arms.
Mo Qiaosheng drew out his sword, raised his hand and slashed with the sword, and with a flash of silver light, he cut off half of a person's head.
The blood splattered all over him.
Mo Qiaosheng turned around on his horse, his face bloodshot, his eyes cold and murderous, he rode over the corpses of his enemies like a god of death returning from hell.
The enemy's morale was dampened.
Du Luowei was furious. He roared and swung his mace towards Mo Qiaosheng.
Mo Qiaosheng was not afraid at all and fought back with his spear.
The two men engaged in combat, back and forth, for twenty or thirty rounds.
Du Luowei was secretly shocked. He was born with supernatural strength, and his arms could lift objects weighing thousands of pounds. He rarely encountered an opponent on the battlefield, but this unknown young general from the State of Jin could fight him on equal terms, and he seemed to be getting braver as the battle went on.
Helan Zhen and Yu Dunsu led the central army.
Seeing the two fierce generals fighting bravely in front of the army, he secretly cheered in his heart.
Helan Zhen said with emotion: "This Mo Qiaosheng is indeed extraordinary. Today I am impressed by your unconventional way of employing people."
Yu Dunsu said, "There are always people better than you, and there are always mountains better than you. How can we judge a hero by his status? Please forgive me for my presumptuous behavior. Brother Helan, you were too arrogant in the past and offended people everywhere, which led to the disaster that day."
Helan Zhen: "My dear brother, what you said is absolutely right. This time, I was able to clear my name thanks to the grace of the Lord and the keen insight of Xiao Sikou. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would still be in jail right now."
As he was speaking, an arrow was shot from the enemy camp and hit the black horse that Mo Qiaosheng was riding. The horse neighed loudly and threw Mo Qiaosheng off the horse.
Mo Qiaosheng rolled quickly on the ground to avoid the rain of maces.
He Lanzhen said angrily: "How dare this rat to attack someone from behind. Let me go and help him."
But he saw a young general in a red robe and silver hairpins riding a horse in front of his own formation, holding the bow in his left hand and arrow in his right hand, and he shot an arrow that hit Du Luowei's back.
This person is Ah Feng.
Nadu Luowei was shot with an arrow.
"Ouch!" He fell off his horse with a cry, and with fear in his heart, he climbed up and ran towards the city gate. The Quanrong soldiers were immediately in chaos.
Mo Qiaosheng stood up and chased after him with a gun in hand.
Du Luowei ran back to the city gate and shouted, "Quickly close the drawbridge."
There were about 10 to 20 soldiers guarding the drawbridge at the gate. When they saw Du Luowei entering the city, they were about to close the bridge. Mo Qiaosheng, who was very fast, rushed over and killed them one by one with his gun, causing blood to flow like a river.
Ah Feng rode his horse to respond, and arrows rang out one after another. People shot by arrows kept falling from the top of the city wall.
Yu Xingyi led his troops to rush in, seized the city gate, and killed countless enemy soldiers inside and outside the city.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the enemy general Du Luowei abandoned his soldiers, stole a horse, and fled to the northwest despite his injuries.
The Jin army won a great victory and their morale was high. They opened the city gates and welcomed their lord into the city.
Cheng Qianye moved into the city lord's mansion and ordered the army to follow three rules: they must not harm civilians, rape women, or plunder property.
Here, Mo Qiaosheng handed over the military affairs and rode the captured snow-hoofed jujube horse through the city. Groups of Jin soldiers passed by each other in twos and threes, and the sound of their conversations could be heard faintly.
"See? The one in black."
"That's Mo Qiaosheng. Look at his blood. I wonder how many enemies he has killed today."
"Tsk tsk, I heard that he is the slave that the master exchanged for the yellow horse."
"My lord, you are truly wise and have a keen eye."
Mo Qiaosheng suddenly felt a desire to see his master's face immediately. He rode his horse to the city lord's mansion, dismounted, and led the snow-hoofed jujube horse to the small hall where Cheng Qianye was, but stopped in the distance.
I am covered in blood, how can I disturb my lord? I just want to take a quick look at him.
He hid behind the pillar of the corridor, looking at the owner of the house who was sitting at the table, reading papers by candlelight. The man held the paper in one hand and lazily pinched the back of his neck with the other.
Mo Qiaosheng looked greedily at the figure shrouded in the soft candlelight, and could hardly take his eyes away.
Cheng Qianye yawned, raised his head and saw a blue light with a golden edge hidden behind the pillar outside the corridor.
She laughed and waved: "Xiao Mo, why are you hiding there? Come to me."
Mo Qiaosheng walked out from the shadows, handed the horse to the guard on duty outside the door, and knelt on one knee beside Cheng Qianye.
"Your face is covered in blood. Are you hurt?" Cheng Qianye asked Biyun to bring some hot water, held up Mo Qiaosheng's face, and used a soft towel to wipe the blood off his face bit by bit.
Mo Qiaosheng looked at the face so close to him, and a strange emotion arose in his heart.
My Lord, look at me, look at me. Now I am no longer the useless person who made you bear the infamy. I am qualified to be yours and to stay by your side.
He murmured, "My Lord, will you not give me the seal?"
Cheng Qianye looked at Mo Qiaosheng in front of him, and saw the dedication to himself in the depths of his soul.
This man was so brilliant on the battlefield, but he was unaware of it. Just because of the little warmth I gave him, he sacrificed himself in front of me without reservation.
"Okay, I'll give you a seal."
Cheng Qianye somehow pushed aside Mo Qiaosheng's hair and kissed him on the forehead.
"From now on, you belong to me."
Oh my god, what have I done
Cheng Qianye could clearly hear his own heartbeat beating like a drum.
He thought I was a man and there was no way he could like me.
However, at this moment, a charming soft pink color suddenly rose in the clear blue before my eyes. The circles of pink that surrounded it were like a newly opened rose, blooming stunningly in the blue glacier.
The beauty appears for a moment, and then disappears like the tide in an instant.
Mo Qiaosheng stood up, took a step back, and retreated in a panic by saluting.
When he reached the door, he suddenly slapped himself loudly, stumbled a few steps, and rushed out.
Ah Feng returned to his room. Like Qiao Sheng, he had a clean and comfortable room. But what annoyed him was that a fat white creature of unknown meaning was lying on the table.
"Afeng, you're back." Xiaoqiu said happily.
"What are you doing here again?" Ah Feng frowned. "Even if the master once ordered me to do this, my injury has healed completely now. There is no need to trouble you anymore."
"My sister made a lot of delicious buns. I brought them to you to eat together." Xiaoqiu used her chubby white hands to open the package on the table, revealing a few white and tender buns.
"There's no need for that. Please go back." Ah Feng said coldly.
Xiao Qiu was holding a bun, biting it with her little face puffed up, and said, "You said that the master is so gentle to us, why is he so strict with Qiao Sheng?"
"The master is very strict with Qiao Sheng?" Ah Feng frowned.
"My sister and I did something wrong, but the lord never punished us. But she often punished Qiao Sheng, and every time she said she would punish him severely."
"He often punishes Qiao Sheng?"
"Yes, he just slapped Qiao Sheng. When I went out, I ran into Qiao Sheng coming out of the master's room. One side of his face was swollen, and he ran away in a panic."
“He won today, but his master beat him?”
"Would you like to eat some buns? My sister said that injured people should eat more so that they can heal faster." The white buns were pinched by her short fingers and raised to her eyes, "Let's eat and talk."
"Eat... one." Ah Feng felt that he could not keep up with the jumping thoughts of a ten-year-old child.
Cheng Qianye captured the three towns of Gaoyang, Qixian and Yongqiu around Bianzhou and established a firm foothold in the Bianzhou area.
At the same time, Li Wenguang also captured several cities around Nanyang and expanded his power.
After the beginning of spring, Cheng Qianye received a letter from Li Wenguang, inviting her and Hanzhong prefect Han Quanlin to lead the three armies to attack Zhengzhou.
Zhengzhou's geographical location is a major transportation hub, which is particularly critical for Cheng Qianye.
If the Zhengzhou area is opened up, Bianzhou will be able to connect smoothly with the Jin state. In this way, the transportation of military supplies, backup support, and policy implementation will be greatly facilitated.
So Cheng Qianye consulted with everyone and left Xiao Jin and Helan Zhen to guard Bianzhou, while he set out with Zhang Fu, Yu Dunsu and others.
The three groups of princes won the first battle, met in Yanling County, and later took Xuzhou.
Outside Xuzhou City.
Cheng Qianye, Li Wenguang and Han Quanlin stood on the general's platform, looking at the battlefield in the distance where the sound of killing was deafening.
Li Wenguang's general Feng Su, wearing golden armor and a silver helmet, wielding a Fang Tian Hua Ji, galloped across the battlefield as if he was in an empty space.
Han Quanlin sighed, "With such a brave general, Lord Li is like a tiger with wings. No wonder all the princes were defeated, and Lord Li alone took Nanyang."
Li Wenguang snorted, "If it weren't for that short-sighted Yuan Yizhi who deliberately delayed our army's food and grass, our allies would have a large number of soldiers and generals, and we would have recaptured Haojing long ago, and why would we have stopped at Nanyang."
He turned to face Cheng Qianye: "When it comes to the ability to judge people, I am far inferior to you."
"That young general in black robe is the slave Mo Qiaosheng whom I saw at the banquet of Marquis Weibei?" Li Wenguang pointed at the battlefield and said, "Such a rough jade can only shine in the hands of a good mentor like you."
Cheng Qianye said modestly: "I dare not, I dare not."
Han Quanlin narrowed his eyes and twirled his sparse beard with his skinny fingers: "No wonder you, Marquis of Jinyue, were so determined to fight with me for this slave. It turns out that you were attracted by his ability in both literature and martial arts at first sight."
Cheng Qianye rolled his eyes in his heart, wondering when he could end the war so that he wouldn't have to play along with this disgusting guy anymore.
Three days later, the city of Xuzhou fell, and the three princes led their troops into Xuzhou to prepare military supplies and take a short rest.
The people chose the private residence of the former governor of Xuzhou as the temporary settlement. This residence is magnificent, covers a large area, and has a very large back garden.
The three princes brought their followers and each occupied several courtyards for private rest. During the day, they held meetings in the main hall of the house, which was very convenient.
During this day, Cheng Qianye, Li Wenguang and Han Quanlin discussed important military matters for the entire day.
Li Wenguang and Cheng Qianye led the army, but they had neither wine nor music nor beautiful servants and maids to serve them.
By the evening, Han Quanlin felt very bored and found an excuse to leave the meeting and go to the garden to relax.
When they reached a grove of rockery, they happened to see Mo Qiaosheng, who had just finished training in the military camp and was taking a shortcut back to his residence.
Mo Qiao was dressed in black, with strong arms and waist, and long legs. He moved swiftly and powerfully. His cheeks were flushed after training, and he looked full of energy.
Han Quanlin couldn't help but feel itchy and had evil thoughts, so he ordered his servants to stop Mo Qiaosheng.
Mo Qiao was so shocked when he saw this person that he felt a chill all over his body.
He took two steps back and found that his retreat was blocked, so he had to kneel down and salute.
"Tsk tsk," Han Quanlin paced around Mo Qiaosheng, "After three days of absence, a man is completely different."
"How come Marquis Jin Yue has made you so moisturized and beautiful?" He pinched Mo Qiaosheng's chin and forced him to raise his head.
Mo Qiaosheng turned his head away, broke free from his grip, and clenched his fists at his sides.
Han Quanlin was furious. He slapped Mo Qiaosheng and said, "How dare you disobey me! A slave who fought two battles thinks he is a human being?"
His slap failed to land.
His wrist was still in the air, as if clamped by an iron clamp, unable to move at all.
The slave kneeling on the ground stretched out his hand and accurately grasped his wrist.
In his impression, the humble slave who could only tremble in front of him now revealed a pair of wolf-like eyes and stared at him fiercely.
"You, let go, what do you want?" Han Quanlin shrank back.
Mo Qiaosheng slowly loosened his hand and let it drop to his side.
Han Quanlin touched his wrist and felt pain. He was shocked and angry, and felt an unbearable feeling of not being able to get what he wanted.
He took a step back and stood behind several of his guards.
"Slaves are the property of their masters. No matter how much your master likes you, you are just a precious possession. As long as you can afford the price, there is no slave that cannot be bought and sold."
Han Quanlin spoke slowly, and he was satisfied to see a little panic in Mo Qiaosheng's eyes.
"It can be seen that Marquis Jinyue treats you much better than Marquis Weibei. You must be reluctant to leave his side, right?"
Mo Qiaosheng tightened his jaw muscles and looked away.
"Every time I see you're about to get me, you slip away from me again." Han Quanlin bent down and let his eyes wander over the young body unscrupulously. "You're making me feel uncomfortable. I have to have a taste of you once."
"If you obey me once, I will let you go. I will let you stay with your favorite master and live your life."
"If you won't, I'll buy you from him."
Mo Qiaosheng's throat rolled over and he turned his face away.
"You want to take a gamble? You think your master won't sell you out? Gold? Beauty? BMW? Haha, you think maybe he doesn't want any of them."
Han Quanlin narrowed his eyes, and his voice cut into the most feared part of Mo Qiaosheng's heart in the night: "I have a small county called Qi County, which is right between Zhongmu and Bianzhou. To me, this place is very isolated from Hanzhong. It is useless to keep it, but it is a pity to abandon it."
"But if we give it to your master, he can use this place to easily open up a passage from your Jin country to Bianzhou, and your master won't even have to work with us to seize Zhengzhou."
Han Quanlin leaned close to Mo Qiaosheng's ear and asked, "If you want to exchange it for a slave, will the Marquis of Jinyue agree or not?"
He saw that Mo Qiaosheng's face was pale and his lips were trembling.
Han Quanlin stood up proudly, knowing that his goal had been achieved.
"Take off your clothes yourself."
Mo Qiaosheng gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
"Hurry up, I only want you once." Han Quanlin showed a greedy look.
"Think about your Jinyue Hou. He is so good that you can't bear to leave him."
Mo Qiaosheng put his hand stiffly to the knot of his clothes, but his fingers were trembling and he could not continue.
Han Quanlin winked, and several strong guards lifted up Mo Qiaosheng and dragged him to the lawn behind the rockery.
They tore off his shirt, tied his hands behind his back, tied them up with tendons, and pushed him onto the weeds.
Han Quanlin became excited as he looked at the young body struggling in the grass.
He grabbed Mo Qiaosheng's ankle as he tried to break free, "How many times have you served that pretty boy Jin Yuehou? Why are you still pretending? Be obedient, or you'll suffer."
"Hey, you still have the seal of Marquis Weibei on you. Didn't the new master give you a seal?"
Give seal.
Mo Qiaosheng heard this word,
He remembered the kiss that was gently pressed on his forehead.
He kicked Han Quanlin away, and amid shouts, he climbed over the rocks and disappeared into the jungle in an instant.
Finally, he found a cave in a rocky hill and hid himself in it.
He curled up in the cave, desperately grinding the tendons on his wrists against the rocks, not hesitating to grind both wrists until they were bleeding.
"Come out, get out here! Mo Qiaosheng!"
"Don't let me find you, or I'll make you pay!"
"You can escape for a while, but can you escape forever?"
"You think I'm trying to scare you? I swear I'll get you!"
Vicious and sinister voices kept ringing nearby. Mo Qiaosheng covered his ears and shrank his body.
It’s okay, it’s okay, he opened his eyes wide in the darkness, if things don’t work out, there’s still death.
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