The Resolute Cannon Fodder Teaching In Ancient Time

The group looked down on Xu Zhen, and Xu Zhen didn't care too much. She came here today and just wanted to re-examine the field, and then chat with the female slave who had helped her.

Since the slave girl with half-faced scar was not in the account, Xu Zhen calmly prepared to leave.

Just after raising his leg to leave, the people behind began to ridicule and think that Xu Zhen was a fake and hypocritical, and that the woman on the couch was real.

This is true and false, Xu Zhen does not want to listen.

The group of people chattered.

Suddenly thinking about merits, Xu Zhen decided to teach him.

She turned her head and asked, "Do you think I dominated the magpie's nest because of my appearance?"

Someone answered: "Yes! You are just treated like the Lord's taste, so you are treated like this, but you may not know that if you imitate others' looks, there will be no good results."

Xu Zhen said with a smile: "What is imitating, I have always looked like this. To say imitating, it is also this man who imitates me."

After listening to those people, they were stunned for a while, and then laughed: "This is what the Lord has been watching for a long time. This thing spread all over the northwest, don't you know?"

Xu Zhen suddenly realized that this was the dancer who looked like herself because she looked like herself.

She asked: "But wasn't it driven out in the middle of the night?"

The dancer's face changed after listening.

She felt embarrassed about this matter. In fact, many people in the city knew about this matter. The King of Zhenbei did have a person who could not love him, and was very similar to himself. Someone who wants to flatter, took advantage of this only breakthrough to pay tribute to a lot of women who resembled themselves, so gradually there were rumors that she was the favorite woman of Zhenbei Wang.

The dancers enjoyed the glory brought to her by this news, but she was worried all the time. This rumor was revealed.

Now when Xu Zhen said that she was driven out, she almost stood up nervously and looked straight at Xu Zhen, slightly angry, and wanted to scold.

Xu Zhen rushed ahead of her and said, "No matter what you grow up, there is always a way to go. I won't object to the appearance to win, but if I use the appearance as the only tool, it's not good."

The dancer didn't know what Xu Zhen meant, and someone next to her asked her questions: "What do you say about this?"

Xu Zhen looked at the dancer and said, "Since you are a dancer, you can dance to make money, instead of relying solely on a face. This face can bring you glory and wealth, or you can lose your life."

After listening to the doubts, everyone felt as if the dancers were fake.

Xu Zhen said: "If you don't believe me, I can tell you a story."

No one spoke in the account.

Xu Zhen directly said, "Once a farmer raised a monkey and a donkey, and the little monkey jumped on the roof every day, the farmer praised him when he saw it. When the donkey saw it, he also learned to go to the roof. Jump around, what do you think of the result?"

Someone guessed and said: "The donkey is on the roof, the tiles should be crushed."

Xu Zhen praised: "That's right! That's it. The donkey stomped on all the tiles. The farmers were so angry that they directly slaughtered the donkey!"

"..." The words fell, and the people around them felt their necks were chilling.

Someone stared at Xu Zhen, "You, what do you mean by this, do you think this one is fake?"

Xu Zhen said: "I didn't say that."

Several maids looked at Xu Zhen blankly.

Xu Zhen explained: "Isn't this talking about imitating? I will tell the story I know, without much connotation."

The dancer on the couch had turned blue.

She knows the methods of Zhenbei Wang, and thinks that she might really be killed by death, but why is this person not afraid? Isn't this man using his appearance to cheat the king of Zhenbei!

Xu Zhen saw through the dancer's thoughts and explained shamelessly: "I'm not just looking."

The dancer looked at this similar face in front of her and was speechless.

Xu Zhen placated again: "Sometimes to cater to the preferences of others and become the object of imitation by many people, maybe it can bring you glory, but you should keep awake."

What can the dancer say.

If she speaks now, the content exported will only speed up her exposure.

The atmosphere in the military account was solemn.

The originally humorous female slaves sat down and began to think about this problem. Some of them were born in the official family, they were able to play chess, calligraphy and painting, and some were women of the Hu country.

But they didn't know when to start. In order to get into the eyes of Zhenbei Wang, they kept trying to make them look more like Zhen Beiwang's sweetheart.

They seem to have long been awake.

Xu Zhen finally concluded: "In the chaotic world, keeping yourself is the most important."

After finishing talking, he looked around and confirmed that the female slave with the half-faced scar was not inside, so she went out and planned to discuss with the little guy about improving the living environment of the slave.

She has seldom told stories in the past two years. Once she talked about the art of war, she felt a little different after she finished this time.

Xu Zhen felt something inside.

She missed Jiangling a little.

When the reversal is over, let's go back to Jiangling directly. The sheep-bearded mountain leader hasn't paid her wages for several days.

When Xu Zhen thought about wages, her pace was lighter.

He happily bypassed several military accounts and fences and returned to the small military account.

The remaining people in the account were still stunned and immersed in the conversation just now.

They never knew that there were such figures among the female slaves. Why didn't this kind of person become a military master, but a servant slave of Israelite.

Everyone can't understand.

They wanted to talk about the origin of Xu Zhen's goods, but they hadn't spoken yet. Suddenly, a sword light swayed in front of them, and the gloomy sky seemed to burst into thunder.

"What's the matter!?" Someone in the account stood up and shouted.

Soon, someone smelled the blood.

Still others, the ebony hairpin was cut in half and the black hair was scattered.

The sky is gloomy.

The curtain of the military account was blown up by the violent wind, and some people saw the king of Zhenbei under the black cloud.

"Ah!" someone exclaimed, knelt down on the ground and met King Zhenbei.

Xun Qianchun said nothing. Her face was pale and her eyes were indifferent. Wearing gold and black clothes, wide robe and big sleeves, the huge arc was blown out by the wind.

The dancer on the couch saw Xun Qianchun and stood up happily, shouting, "Lord."

Xun Qianchun never spoke, but just took the sword from his back and fell directly, without hesitation, splashing a bright red blood.

The smiling girl fell heavily on the ground.

After a while, the sky was full of wind.

There was a violent uproar in the quiet military account.

The crowd finally reacted, and what happened, they got up and wanted to scream, but unfortunately they hadn't had time to do so, and soon their necks bleed, and they could only stare at the roof, no longer able to speak.

There was a pool of blood flowing in the tent. Six or seven people lay quietly on the ground, and the burlap on the floor was bleeding, and gradually became hard in the wind.

Military account, completely quiet.

This group of people will no longer bully their husbands.

Xun Qianchun closed her eyes and opened her eyes several times, meditating on Xu Zhen's name, her inner mania could not be suppressed.

She knew that Xu Zhen would not like to do this.

But this group of people is so annoying.

She was violent and had nowhere to vent. She wanted to stay peaceful forever, but there were always countless people interfering.

There are more and more confused thoughts.

Xun Qianchun lost his sword, trembling, and took out a white porcelain bottle from his waist. After opening it, he swallowed a medicine, which gradually stabilized.

She walked out of the military account.

Four soldiers immediately flooded around. Xun Qianchun let them clean up. Someone asked what Xun Qianchun should do next.

This sentence is about war.

Xun Qianchun said: "If anyone disrespects his husband again, kill him."

There is a new teenager who is not afraid of death and asks: "But what the protagonist said is the woman in the white robe in the tent? Is that the protagonist's person?"

Xun Qianchun saw the sword cleaned, put it back and said, "No."

The recruits were puzzled.

Xun Qianchun said slowly, "I am her."

The military account near and far was still quiet, and no one came out to wonder what was going on here.

As for the few present, although they were still saluting without changing their faces, they were extremely shocked.

I am afraid that Zhenbei King can treat him like this.

That is the legendary sweetheart of King Zhenbei.

According to legend, the King of Zhenzhen nearly killed Chang'an Palace, the King of Zhenzhen could not eat, and the King of Zhenbei stepped on the woman of Hu Kingdom.

This sweetheart of Chuanzhen Beiwang has returned!

The news slowly flowed out in a subtle manner, and no one dared to publicize it, only to whisper.

At the same time, the Central Plains region, which has been competing for two years, has finally moved again.

According to the unbearable king of Huainan, Li Jiataiwei and Li Jiaerlang Sanlang, fighting sword north to Changan, laid a piece of land at night, and then relying on this city, across the river from the pet concubine, want the pet concubine to restore the reputation of the Holy.

The petite concubine laughed more than once. She stood on the Weishui dam, directing the 5,000 soldiers of Chang'an to trample the ice river against the Li family.

The Li family is in a state of utmost weakness.

Just as he was about to arrive at the Changan City Wall, the concubine smiled and carried the emperor with his black face and unkempt clothes under the wall, and dropped the emperor with a thick rope to show his status.

Today, she is a person who can play with the emperor at will!

Lieutenant Li nearly passed out.

They are guarding the emperor and the mountains of the emperor. But now, the emperor suffered and suffered because of them!

Li Taiwei stared into the distance silently.

The former emperor was strangled to the waist like a doll, suspended in the air, he tried to raise his head, looked at Li Taiwei, now with tears on his face, facing Li Taiwei from a distance, said: "Kill me ,Just kill me."

Li Taiwei was full of wrinkled old faces, and there were tears all over him, he didn't speak.

The emperor shouted several times, lowered his head, and muttered, "I am mediocre, not worthy of this wonderful river."

Crossing the cold wind, there was a loud noise in the gap between the city gates.

The words that no one should have heard fell into the ears of many people along the wind. The people of Chang'an were covered by the Holy Spirit. After hearing this sentence, they all burst into tears.

In front of them, they seemed to see the young girls in fresh clothes and angry horses, the cheers and laughter of the streets, and the yellow robe saints who were sitting in the temples and worried about the country and the people.

Why, these are gone.

What does Chang'an now look like?

Someone whimpered and knelt down on the ground, throwing their swords and shouting, "Holy, holy!"

The Holy Spirit has been speechless.

The princess was not nervous about seeing the people's heart frustrated, and still bewitched, "If you respect and love your holy saint, please retreat. If the winter wind is strong, and the holy saint hangs at the gate of the city, it might be cold."

In the chaotic world, human life is like a mustard, even the emperor is not immune.

Li Taiwei is going to keep Sheng Sheng.

He waved his hand and was about to withdraw his troops.

And at this moment, the emperor screamed: "Taiwei!"

Li Taiwei suddenly looked away.

In front of the bright red city wall and the vermillion city gate, the emperor's cheek trembling with his shawl twitched, his teeth closed, and finally his head was squinted and his head dropped silently.

Changan thousands of soldiers and horses were silent.

With the heavy bells coming on time in Chang'an City, among the vermilion loved by the emperor.

Daqing saint, crashed.

Most of the people at the scene burst into tears and burst into tears.

Huainan Li family, Li Sanlang was at the forefront, raised his sword and said with a deep voice: "Kill!--"

...

The news of Changan reached Hu Guo two days later.

That day, the Emperor Daqing bite his tongue and killed himself in front of everyone, ending his life, no longer being a puppet, and no longer restraining others because of his identity.

After learning this, Xu Zhen sighed and asked, "How did it go?"

Xun Qianchun sat on the low stool and said, "The Li family is defeated."

"Li Sanlang, the warrior, can't beat the guards and soldiers in Chang'an?" Xu Zhen said, "Chong Fei is a bit powerful."

Xun Qianchun said: "There are capable people around her, and it seems that she can not know the prophet."

Xu Zhen immediately thought of the female counselor who had previously kidnapped herself.

To say that the prophet is unknown, it should be the heroine in the original plot, but now the plot line is chaotic into this, how did the 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 Spirit, so there were fewer people who knew about the Xunjia incident. How should she reverse the case, and how can she be sure that the result of her case was correct?

Hard, really hard.

Xun Qianchun saw her with a frown, and 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, was opened."

Xu Zhen didn't respond for a moment: "Is it opened? The city wall has fallen? Or is Chang'an grain insufficient?"

But soon, she understood.

Although it was a troubled time before, everyone must be afraid of the emperor in the hands of the concubine. If he rashly attacks and hurts the emperor, even if he is just, he will lose the hearts of the people.

Such as today's collapse.

The only moral benchmark in troubled times is overthrown.

Chang'an, like the other six countries, everyone can attack.

This is a good time.

Xu Zhen asked: "Do you want to go to Chang'an?"

Xun Qianchun did not refuse: "Okay."

Xu Zhen smiled: "You don't think about it too much. You are now the king of Zhenbei, how can you leave the town casually."

Xun Qianchun said, "I will change my face."

Xu Zhen praised: "I have forgotten that you will still have this, and there are bone shrinkage, it is better to dress up as a child, I will hold you and go!"

Xun Qianchun didn't speak.

Xu Zhen smiled and said: "Don't be shy, isn't that how it used to be."

During the talk, Xun Qianchun looked up at her, then stood up, hugged Xu Zhen's undressed clothes, and pressed onto the bed.

At first Xu Zhen still had the strength to struggle, saying that the slave girl had a better life, and that Emperor Qi'er in Jiangnan--

Xun Qianchun heard the name, frowned, and quickly blocked Xu Zhen's mouth from telling her to continue.

...

The ceremony collapsed, and the Central Plains was competing.

Heaven and earth became a prison cage, restraining a group of hungry wolves and beasts.

Among the remaining six countries, Xu Zhen holds the same thoughts, not a few.

For a time, many people disguised themselves and embarked on official roads. They had ideas in their hearts, so they decided to use their own ingenuity to make Chang'an stormless.

The wall of Chang'an will soon change color.