"Can you do anything?"
"I, I can do anything..."
"Is it okay to sleep with you?"
"Yes, it's okay..."
Shu Nuan was sitting on the carriage, his two shackled little hands covered in blood were grasping together randomly, his head slightly lowered, his long eyelashes were trembling, and his mind was still buzzing with what he had experienced not long ago.
In the midst of the chaos, she knelt down in front of his horse almost in embarrassment, raised her head and begged him to take her in.
She didn't know who this man was at that time, but she only knew that he led the Northern Kingdom's army back in triumph. Behind him was smoke billowing from the sky, and the Northern Kingdom's flag was held high, flying in the air.
Shu Nuan, like the captured concubines and maids, was forced to follow the team and experienced a long journey in the ice and snow. Their hands and feet had already been scratched by the cold shackles. They all said that after the fall of the country, they and other captives would be branded as slaves. When the soldiers discuss their merits and reward them, they will be rewarded to these northern soldiers.
Therefore, while being escorted, many prisoners were whispering and discussing which general they should take the initiative to attack with, and which general would have better prospects. If they could follow this general, even being a concubine would be considered very good. If you are sold as a slave, you will never be able to get over again in this life.
It seems that when the country is destroyed, only the country is destroyed. In the hearts of these prisoners, there is only the fear and anxiety of having nowhere to live, and hatred is something that they dare not even think about.
When the team finally stopped at a small inn to rest for a while, Shu Nuan took advantage of the excuse of urinating and almost rushed to a red horse. She didn't dare to raise her head to see who was on the horse. Kneeling down, Shu Nuan's voice was very thin, as if he would be swallowed up by the blizzard if he didn't pay attention, "Please general, please take Shu Nuan in..."
The man had no intention of dismounting, and took a sip of wine in an elegant and calm manner. When he heard the movement, he lowered his eyes and glanced condescendingly at the girl crawling under his horse. It was freezing and snowy. The child's clothes were in tatters and covered in blood. She was rustling. He knelt tremblingly under his horse, his face pressed against the snow, and it was obvious that he was very frightened.
But at this time, two soldiers came over and shouted to take the girl back. However, they heard Sheng Qianmo calmly say: "Let her go."
The soldier hesitated for a moment before letting him go.
The man raised his head tremblingly when he saw the girl lying on the ground. Frost and snow were falling on her body. Her hair was messy and disheveled. The material on her chest was torn by unknown means. The spring light flickered, and she raised her head in piety. Staring at him as if looking at the savior, her pink eyelids were blown red by the cold wind, and her two dark eyes were wet, filled with watery tears, and moved uneasily.
But what piqued Sheng Qianmo's interest was a tiny mole in the corner of her right eye.
Although the girl's little face is dirty, her eyes are pretty peach blossoms, and there is a tear mole under the corner of her eye, which makes people want to touch it.
"General, save Shu Nuan, Shu Nuan doesn't want to be someone else's slave..."
Her voice was too thin and broken, like a kite string that was about to be broken by the wind at any time. It was fragile, but it sounded very pleasant, as if thin drops of water fell on her heart and rippled.
Sheng Qianmo reined in his horse, calmly looked down at the girl at his feet, and said in a low voice, "Do you want to be my king's slave?"