Dandere General and his Lord

The cold rain hit his face and slid down his cheek.

He suddenly missed the lord fiercely in his heart, and wanted to return to the lord, to the person who made him cry and laugh freely.

The black horse's hoof stopped in front of Han Quanlin for a long time, and the rain hit Han Quanlin, making him both cold and afraid.

Han Quanlin couldn't help but quietly raised his head. In front of him was a black horse, with white mist spewing from the horse's nose.

A tall figure sat on the back of a horse, the man was wearing armor and a helmet. The eaves of the pure iron helmet cast a black shadow on the stern face.

I couldn't see the man's expression clearly, only two icy gazes came out of the shadow, looking down at him.

Han Quanlin felt a chill rise on his back, and he hurriedly buried his head in the mud.

At this moment, he really felt the threat of death.

He thought in fear: I, I am the king of a country after all, without the order of the King of Jin, Mo Qiaosheng would not dare to kill me. What's more, I didn't really do anything to him in the first place. He received so many gifts from me, so he shouldn't care anymore.

After an unknown amount of time, until the rain soaked his clothes, a cold sentence floated above his head,

"King Han doesn't have to do this, please get up."

Han Quanlin breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: Look, he really didn't do anything to me.

At night, Han Quanlin found that he was only under house arrest under guards, no one was particularly unreasonable to him, and there was no abnormality in his diet and daily life.

He was even more at ease, and his mind gradually became active.

Mo Qiaosheng was discussing with Yang Sheng and other generals at his station in Nanzheng City how to recruit and surrender troops and stabilize the situation in Hanzhong.

A Yuan entered the tent: "Report to General, Princess Yuzhu of the Han Kingdom, ask to see you."

"No." Mo Qiaosheng didn't lift his head.

"The princess said, I heard that our lord likes to collect gems. She has a treasure in Hanzhong that she wants to present to the general." A Yuan relayed the words of the princess who begged him.

Mo Qiaosheng raised his head, he remembered that the lord does have this preference.

The lord always carries a bag of gems with him, and at every turn, he pours all kinds of gems on the table with a clatter, and plays with his fingers.

His face softened a little: "Okay, let her in."

The Yuzhu Princess of Han is a well-known beauty in Hanzhong.

I saw her jade face and red lips, willow waist, and her slender jade hands were holding a neat box, with a charming look, coming from outside the door.

Like a bright pearl, it suddenly shone into the large tent of the Chinese army that was full of stinky sweat.

The tent was quiet for a while, and everyone's eyes couldn't help being attracted to the princess. Even the always serious General Mo Qiaosheng showed a surprised expression and stood up.

Life in the military was boring, and it was a day of licking blood with a knife.

Every time they are on vacation, these vigorous military men like to tell some meaty jokes for fun, or make an appointment to indulge in those fireworks places.

But although their General Mo could fight with them when they were drinking, he was very self-disciplined when it came to women's sex and never got involved with them.

This was the first time they saw General Mo showing a different look when he saw a woman.

So the generals winked at each other and walked out of the tent giggling.

Mo Qiaosheng looked at the woman walking in front of him. The princess was wearing a crimson brocade skirt, the popular Feixia makeup on her face, a black silk hanging behind her, and a pair of small double rings at the tail.

It is exactly the same as when the lord regained his status as a princess.

The lord was wearing such a red robe at the time, his eyes were bright, and his expression was flying.

Yuzhu knelt down in front of Mo Qiaosheng, bowing her head shyly, revealing a soft neck.

She knew that she was very beautiful, and that she had a natural tenderness that could easily arouse a man's love for fragrance and jade, thereby capturing a man's heart.

Now she is her father's last weapon, and the father ordered her to conquer this man who could not be conquered on the battlefield.

When she first entered the door, as she wished, she saw this legendary general who was not close to women showing a surprised look to her.

But when she knelt down charmingly in front of the desk, she suddenly felt that she was looking at her with cold and impatient eyes behind the desk.

Am I doing something wrong? Yuzhu was a little flustered.

She hurriedly put herself into a weaker and more pitiful posture, and opened the box in her hand.

A man's big hand reached out and picked up the contents of the box.

"What is this?" Mo Qiaosheng looked at the scaly gem in his hand that was not much bigger than a copper coin.

This thin piece of stone is like gold but not gold, like jade but not jade. At first glance, it looks ordinary. If you look at it through light, there are seven colors of splendor flowing inside, and it moves slowly, like a living thing.

"I know the general, this object is said to be a dragon scale, and it is the treasure of my country in Hanzhong. The father specially ordered the slave family to bring this object to the general."

A sweet voice answered him.

"Okay, I understand, you can step back." Mo Qiaosheng flipped the dragon scale twice and put it in his sleeve.

Take it back to the lord, the lord should like it.

"My father is dedicating the slave family and this treasure...to the general." That sweet

The voice line, with a hint of temptation and shyness, said in a low voice.

...

A Yuan was guarding outside the general's tent. He thought he would have to wait for a while this time.

Unexpectedly, within a short time, the curtain was opened with a clatter, and General Mo came out angrily, holding the princess's collar in his hand, and threw the beauty on the ground outside the tent without pity. superior.

He said coldly: "Please also ask the princess to respect herself."

The princess got up and cried so much that a pear blossom brought rain,

"The slave family respects the majesty of the general and is willing to commit himself to the general, why should the general refuse the slave family thousands of miles away?"

She cried and said, "I heard that the general is the quasi-consort of Princess Qianye of Jin, but the general is worried that Princess Qianye will not like the slave family? I would like to serve the general and the princess as a slave and a maid. The princess is a generous person, and she must be able to accommodate a poor woman like me."

The soldiers on duty outside the tent were crying pitifully when they saw such a beautiful woman, and they posted it to the door by themselves. There was no reason why the general would not want it.

Who knew that General Mo not only did not know Fengyue, but also showed no mercy at all, and snorted coldly,

"It's up to you too!"

By the way, he also angered the adjutant A Yuan who was guarding outside the tent.

"Don't let such messy people enter my account in the future!"

A Yuan didn't dare to say that it was the general who let you in, so he had to bow his head and lead the charge.

Mo Qiaosheng stopped paying attention to the crying princess Yuzhu, threw the curtain and turned around and went back.

The guard on duty outside the tent watched the princess cover her face and cry and walk away, stunned, and asked their adjutant Ah Yuan in a low voice: "The general doesn't even look down on such a beautiful woman, it must be the one our lord promised him. Princess Chiba is much prettier, isn't she?"

A Yuan deliberately turned up the volume and pointed in the direction of the tent: "That's it! Our Princess Qianye, that's called a national beauty and a fragrant appearance, how can such a Han woman compare, she and the princess are simply the difference between clouds and mud! "

A satisfied cough came from the general's tent.

Only then did A Yuan let out a sigh of relief. After following the general closely for so long, he gradually felt a little bit of the general's temper.

The lord and the Princess Chiba are the general's inverse scales, which cannot be touched at all.

On the contrary, as long as he speaks kind words about the lord or Princess Chiba, even if the general is angry, his mood will soon improve.

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In the Chaowu Hall in Bianjing, Zhang Fu hurriedly stepped into the hall.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Qianye looked up at him.

"Reporting to the lord, General Mo won the capital of the Han state a few days ago, and surrendered Han King Han Quanlin."

"Well? Didn't you already know about this? The good news arrived two days ago." Cheng Qianye was a little strange.

"I received an urgent report today. Mo Qiaosheng surrendered on the surface. After entering Nanzheng City to control the situation, he secretly killed Han King Han Quanlin with a glass of poisonous wine."

Zhang Fu said silently in his heart, according to the secret report I received, Han Quanlin died very painfully.

"Oh? Great, this will kill you." Cheng Qianye raised his eyebrows, "Don't mind, General Mo took my order and executed Han Quanlin."

Zhang Fu knew that she was defending Mo Qiaosheng: "My lord, it's bad luck to kill him."

"It depends on who is right. Master Zhang, Han Quanlin is a man with two sides, no credibility, and it is useless to keep it. I just want him to die."