That group of people looked down on Xu Zhen, and Xu Zhen didn't take it too seriously. She came here today just to revisit the field and talk to the female slave who helped her.
Since the female slave with a half-faced scar was not in the tent, Xu Zhen calmly prepared to leave.
As soon as they lifted their legs to leave, the people behind began to sneer and ridicule again, thinking that Xu Zhen was a counterfeit and a hypocrite, while the woman on the bed was the real one.
Whether this is true or not, Xu Zhen didn't want to hear it.
The crowd was chattering.
Xu Zhen suddenly thought about merit points, and finally decided to educate her.
She turned her head and asked, "Do you think I occupy the magpie's nest because of my looks?"
Someone answered: "Yes! You are just treated like this because your appearance matches the Lord's taste, but you may not know that if you imitate others' appearance, there will be no good results."
Xu Zhen said with a smile: "What is imitation? I have always looked like this. If I say imitation, this person is imitating me."
The few people were stunned after hearing this, and then laughed: "This is the one that the Lord watched for a long time back then, and this story spread all over the Northwest, didn't you know?"
Xu Zhen suddenly realized that this was the dancer who looked like her.
She asked, "But wasn't he kicked out in the middle of the night?"
The dancer's face changed after hearing this.
She felt ashamed about this matter. In fact, many people in the city knew about it. King Zhenbei did have someone he couldn't love, and he was very similar to herself. Those who wanted to flatter, took advantage of this only breakthrough to pay tribute to many women who were similar to themselves, so there were gradually rumors that she was the favorite woman of King Zhenbei.
The dancer enjoyed the glory brought to her by this news, but she was always worried that this rumor would be exposed.
Now hearing what Xu Zhen said about her being kicked out, she almost stood up nervously, looked straight at Xu Zhen, slightly angry, and wanted to scold her.
Xu Zhen jumped ahead of her and said: "No matter what you look like, there is a way to go. I have no objection to using appearance to win, but if you use appearance as the only tool, it is not good."
The dancer didn't know what Xu Zhen's words meant, so someone beside her asked her doubts: "What are you talking about?"
Xu Zhen looked at the dancer and said, "Since you are a dancer, you can dance to make money, instead of relying entirely on a face. This face can bring you prosperity and wealth, and it can also cost you your life."
Everyone was puzzled when they heard this, and felt as if the dancer was the counterfeit.
Xu Zhen said, "If you don't believe me, I can tell you a story."
No one in the tent spoke.
Xu Zhen said directly: "There was once a farmer who raised a monkey and a donkey. The little monkey jumped up and down on the roof every day. The farmer praised him after seeing it. The donkey also learned to go on the roof after seeing it. Jumping around, what do you think of the result?"
Someone speculated and said: "If the donkey climbs on the roof, the tiles should be crushed."
Xu Zhen praised: "That's right! That's it. The donkey smashed all the tiles. The farmer was so angry that he killed the little donkey!"
"..." After the words fell, everyone around felt that their necks were chilling.
Someone stared and asked Xu Zhen: "You, what do you mean by this, do you think this is a counterfeit?"
Xu Zhen said, "I didn't say that."
Several maids looked at Xu Zhen blankly.
Xu Zhen explained: "Isn't this talking about imitation? I just tell stories I know, without much connotation."
The dancer on the couch was already pale.
She knew King Zhenbei's methods, and felt that she might really bring about a murder, but why wasn't this man afraid? Isn't this person using his appearance to deceive King Zhenbei
Xu Zhen saw through the dancer's thinking, and explained shamelessly: "I don't only have looks."
The dancer looked at the similar face in front of her and was speechless.
Xu Zhen comforted her again: "Sometimes catering to other people's preferences and becoming the target of many people's imitation may bring you glory, but you should stay sober."
What else can the dancer say.
If she spoke now, what she said would only speed up her exposure.
The atmosphere in the military tent was dignified.
The laughing female slaves sat down one after another and began to think about this question. Some of them were born in official families and knew how to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and some were women from Hu State who loved horseback riding and archery since childhood.
But I don't know when it started. In order to get into the eyes of King Zhenbei, they kept trying to make themselves look more like the sweetheart of King Zhenbei.
They seem to have been unconscious for a long time.
Xu Zhen finally concluded: "In troubled times, the most important thing is to maintain yourself."
After finishing speaking, he looked around and confirmed that the half-faced scarred female slave was not inside, so he went out, intending to discuss with the little guy about improving the living environment of the slaves.
She has seldom told stories in the past two years, and when she talked about the art of war, she felt a little different after she finished speaking this time, just like the time when she was teaching in Qinglong Mountain when she just traveled through time.
Xu Zhen felt something in her heart.
She misses Jiangling a little.
When the reversal of the case is over, let's go back to Jiangling directly. The mountain chief with the goat beard is still missing his salary for several days, and she has to get it back.
Xu Zhen thought about the wages, and her steps became more brisk.
Happily bypassing several military tents and fences, he returned to the little beggar's military tent.
The rest of the people in the tent were still in a daze, immersed in the conversation just now.
They never knew that among the female slaves there was such a character, why such a person did not become a military adviser, but a favored slave of Israel's servants.
Everyone can't understand.
They wanted to talk about Xu Zhen's background, but before they could open their mouths, suddenly, a sword light flashed in front of them, and the gloomy sky seemed to explode like thunder.
"What's going on!?" Someone in the tent stood up and shouted.
Soon, someone smelled blood.
For another, the ebony hairpin was cut in half, and the black hair was loose.
The sky was overcast.
The curtain of the military tent was blown up suddenly by the strong wind, and someone saw King Zhenbei under the black clouds.
"Ah!" Someone screamed and hurriedly knelt on the ground to meet King Zhenbei.
Xun Qianchun didn't say a word. She was pale and her eyes were indifferent. Wearing golden and black clothes, a wide robe with long sleeves, blown out by the wind in a huge arc.
Seeing Xun Qianchun, the dancer on the couch happily stood up and shouted, "My lord."
Xun Qianchun didn't say a word, just took the sword from his back, and dropped it directly without any hesitation, splashing bright red blood.
With a smile on her face, the dancer fell heavily to the ground.
After a long while, the sky was full of wind and clouds.
There was a violent commotion in the quiet military tent.
Everyone finally realized what had happened. They got up and wanted to scream, but before they could do so, their necks were bleeding soon, and they could only stare at the roof, unable to speak anymore.
There was a pool of blood in the tent. Six or seven people lay quietly on the ground, the sackcloth covering the floor seeped blood and gradually became dry and stiff in the wind.
The military tent was completely quiet.
This group of people will no longer bully their husbands.
Xun Qianchun closed his eyes and opened them several times, silently reciting Xu Zhen's name, his inner mania was still uncontrollable.
She knew that Xu Zhen would not like herself doing this.
But these people are so annoying.
She is full of turmoil and has nowhere to vent. She wants to keep her life peaceful, but there are always countless people interfering.
More and more confused thoughts.
Xun Qianchun dropped his sword, took out a white porcelain bottle from his waist with trembling hands, opened it and swallowed a pill, and gradually stabilized.
She walked out of the tent.
Immediately four soldiers rushed up from around, Xun Qianchun told them to clean up, someone asked Xun Qianchun what to do next.
This question is about warfare.
Xun Qianchun said: "If anyone disrespects Mr. again, kill him."
There was a new young general who was not afraid of death, and asked, "The lord is talking about the woman in the white robe in the tent? Is that the lord's man?"
Seeing that the sword was wiped clean, Xun Qianchun put it back behind his back and said, "No."
The recruits were puzzled.
Xun Qianchun said slowly: "I belong to her."
The military tents near and far away were still quiet, and no one came out to wonder what happened here.
As for the few people present, although they still saluted without changing their faces, they were extremely shocked in their hearts.
I am afraid that there is only one who can be treated like this by King Zhenbei.
That was the sweetheart of King Zhenbei in the legend.
According to legend, the king of Ling Zhenbei almost killed the Chang'an palace, made the king of Zhenbei unable to eat, and even ordered the king of Zhenbei to suppress the woman of the Hu country.
The sweetheart of King Chuan Zhenbei has returned!
The news slowly flowed out in small gestures, and no one dared to spread it widely, so they could only discuss it in a low voice.
At the same time, the Central Plains region, which has competed for the past two years, finally had movement again.
Unable to bear it, the king of Huainan—the Taiwei of the Li family and Erlang Saburo of the Li family, went northward to Chang'an with their swords in hand, and laid down a piece of land at night.
Concubine Chong couldn't stop laughing wildly. She stood on the embankment of Wei River and commanded five thousand soldiers from Chang'an to step on the ice river to resist the Li family.
The Li family is as powerful as a broken bamboo, and they are not weak.
When she was about to reach the city wall of Chang'an, Concubine Chong smiled and carried the emperor with a black face and messy hair to the city wall, and dropped the emperor with a thick rope to show her status.
Now, she is someone who can play with the former emperor at will!
Li Jiatai Lieutenant almost fainted.
What they are guarding is the emperor and the emperor's country. But now, the Son of Heaven suffers because of them!
Taiwei Li silently stared into the distance.
The former emperor was strangled by the waist like a doll and hung in the air. He tried his best to raise his head and looked at Li Taiwei. Now his face was full of tears, and he said to Li Taiwei from a distance: "Kill me!" ,Just kill me."
Li Taiwei's wrinkled old face was also covered with tears, he did not speak.
The Son of Heaven yelled a few more times, lowered his head, and murmured, "I am mediocre, and I am not worthy of this wonderful Jiangshang."
The cold wind passed through, and there was a whirring sound from the gap in the city gate.
The words that should have been heard by no one drifted into the ears of many people along the wind. The people of Chang'an, who were once under the shadow of the Holy One, also shed tears after hearing these words.
They seemed to see young girls in fresh clothes and angry horses, laughter in the streets and alleys, and saints in yellow robes sitting in temples worrying about the country and the people.
Why, these are gone.
What is Chang'an now
Someone sobbed and knelt on the ground, threw a sword and shouted: "My lord, my lord!!!"
The Holy Majesty was speechless.
The favorite concubine was not nervous when she saw that the hearts of the people had turned against her, and she still bewitched: "If you respect and love your majesty, then retreat your troops. The wind is strong in winter, and if your majesty hangs at the gate of the city, maybe you should catch a cold."
In troubled times, human life is worthless, even the emperor is not spared.
Li Taiwei is determined to keep the Holy Majesty.
He waved his hand and was about to withdraw his troops.
But at this moment, the emperor shouted violently: "Taiwei!"
Li Taiwei suddenly opened his eyes and looked around.
In front of the bright red city wall and the vermilion city gate, the disheveled emperor's cheeks trembled, his teeth were clenched, and finally he lowered his head with staring eyes, and quietly fell silent.
Thousands of soldiers and horses in Chang'an were silent.
With the punctual ringing of the heavy bell in Chang'an City, amidst the emperor's favorite vermilion.
Daqing sage passed away.
Most of the people present burst into wailing, and the sound of wailing shook the glacier to crack open.
In the Li family in Huainan, Li Sanlang was driving his horse at the front, raised his knife and said in a deep voice, "Kill!"
…
The news of Chang'an reached Hu Guo two days later.
On the city wall that day, Emperor Daqing committed suicide by biting his tongue in front of everyone, ending his life, no longer being a puppet, and no longer restraining others because of his identity.
Xu Zhen sighed after learning about it, and asked, "How did it turn out?"
Xun Qianchun sat on a low stool and made tea and said, "The Li family is defeated."
"Li Sanlang, a martial artist, can't beat Chang'an's guards?" Xu Zhen said, "Chongfei is a bit formidable."
Xun Qianchun said: "There are capable people around her, and she seems to be able to predict the future."
Xu Zhen immediately thought of the female counselor who kidnapped her earlier.
If you want to talk about the prophet, it should be the heroine in the original plot, but now the plot line is so chaotic, how did this heroine know the prophet
Xu Zhen was a little curious.
After thinking for a while, she suddenly felt a headache.
Because she thought of the death of the Holy Majesty, there were fewer people who knew about the incident of the Xun family. How could she reverse the case, and how could she be sure that the result of her reversal was correct
Difficult, really difficult.
Seeing her frown, Xun Qianchun pushed the tea over and said, "There is good news for this siege."
Xu Zhen hurriedly asked: "Is there any good news? What good news?"
Xun Qianchun said: "Chang'an has been opened."
Xu Zhen didn't realize it for a while: "The hole was opened? The city wall fell? Or is there not enough food and grass in Chang'an?"
But soon, she understood.
Although it was a troubled time before, everyone should be afraid of the emperor in the hands of the concubine. If he attacked rashly and hurt the emperor, even if he was righteous, he would lose the hearts of the people.
Now the emperor is dead.
The only moral benchmark in troubled times was overthrown.
Chang'an, like the other six countries, can be attacked by everyone.
This is not a bad time.
Xu Zhen asked, "Do you want to go to Chang'an?"
Xun Qianchun did not refuse: "Okay."
Xu Zhen smiled and said, "Don't think about it too much. You are the king of Zhenbei now, how can you leave the town casually."
Xun Qianchun said: "I will change my appearance."
Xu Zhen admired: "I even forgot that you know how to do this, and you still have bone shrinkage, why don't you dress up as a child, I'll carry you away!"
Xun Qianchun didn't speak.
Xu Zhen smiled and said, "Don't be shy, isn't it like this before."
While speaking, Xun Qianchun looked up at her, then stood up, hugged Xu Zhen, took off her clothes, and pressed her onto the bed.
Xu Zhen still had the strength to struggle at first, saying that the life of female slaves is better, and that the beggar emperor in the south of the Yangtze River—
When Xun Qianchun heard the name, he frowned, and quickly blocked Xu Zhen's mouth, preventing her from continuing.
…
Ceremony collapses and music breaks, and the Central Plains competes for the throne.
The heaven and the earth became a cage, restraining a group of hungry wolves and ferocious beasts.
Among the other six countries, there are not a few people who have the same idea as Xu Zhen.
For a while, many people disguised themselves and stepped on the official road. They had thoughts in their hearts, so they decided to use their own resourcefulness to stir up troubles in Chang'an without bloodshed.
The city walls of Chang'an are about to change color.