Airborne in the daughter country, the baby will be born at the beginning

Chapter 20

(twenty)
The feeling of appreciating the wilderness before became a little astringent, and Wang Xuan held his sword and looked at the wheel covered with quicksand.

The wheels are on the dirt, the wheels are on the dunes, but are the wheels on the blood too?

"Gudong..."

"Gudong..."

His heart seemed like a bundle of catheters that had been struck by electricity, trembling from time to time, and stagnating from time to time.

Mongolia is not a place to stay for a long time, and within a month [Temujin] will [revolt].

This is a war belonging to the Mongolian tribes, and in the iron age, bloody casualties are [universally] normal.

It's a pity that Wang Xuan couldn't stand the killing.

He simply left, but he felt a little lost after leaving.

"I choose my brother..."

Utasaki River's eye sockets were full of light, but it was that persistent light that hurt her.

"My brother saved me, my brother gave me dignity."

Wang Xuan knew that he couldn't take her away immediately, even if he was willing to let her live.

With a certain look in her eyes, her life will always succumb to [Temujin's] faith.

"Gudong..."

This time the wheels came to the brightly colored green grass.

He hesitated, his cheeks trembled slightly, and the hair on his neck stood out.

"arrive…"

Fang Sheng put on dark clothes for Wang Xuan, while the gravel on the horse was still flying wildly.

[Ping Yongguo]

Soon, the two came to the [Armment Department], and the warehouse was indeed filled with all kinds of [ammunition].

"The [Mountain] organization officially selects and trains from today..."

Fang Sheng took the order and rushed to [the first area of ​​the military academy].

The rest of the people are responsible for looking after Wang Xuan and protecting the safety of His Majesty the Sovereign.

It's a pity that this is Pingyong country, he is too lazy to employ people as [followers].

"Disband!"

Wang Xuan withdrew his attendants and walked around the street alone.

After a while, I went straight to the teahouse and smelled [fireworks in the world].

[Baijiazhai]

A very chic and huge house.

It was originally a place [for people to eat well].

Walking in, a wooden fan suddenly dropped from the top floor and hit it on the forehead.

Wang Xuan was curious, he didn't expect that there are still people in [Pingyong Country] using this kind of [flower fan].

He was stepping on the ladder, holding a fan, and his mood was slightly elevated.

[Baijiazhai] can actually be as high as [five floors].

Someone looked at the door, and it was a [man] who looked like a [woman] in disguise.

Looking up, the [women] called the troupe and the opera are singing a big opera in response.

"invitation…"

The man has delicate brows and delicate fingers.

Wang Xuan understands etiquette.

He shook his head, then took out a tael of silver and handed it to him.

The man with the fringed head looked at it at first, a little confused, but after a while his eyes lit up again.

Quickly put it away, and pointed to a corner for Wang Xuan.

"Over there please..."

He sat down slowly and folded the fan blades to cover his face.

"Huo..."

A woman wielding a knife and a gun suddenly appeared out of nowhere, chattering, and immediately after that, another woman in a dress fell to the ground.

She sang "My life is miserable...".

After a while, Wang Xuan first noticed the fan of the same design in his hand.

Sure enough, there are women who dare to [sing big plays] in Pingyong's country, it is said that this is something [immoral].

"Shame..."

However, from Wang Xuan's point of view, everything around him seems to fit very well.

The women in the audience applauded one after another, and the women on the stage just made money.

The [drama troupe] on the fifth floor was indeed not loud.

On the first and second floors, even if there was any noise, there was no movement at all.

Coupled with the fact that there were people guarding it, Wang Xuan planned to ask the man who guarded the door.

But before she got up, the [woman] on the left blocked herself very well.

Wang Xuan stuck in the corner and poked her with his finger, but she showed a smirk.

"male?!"

That [woman] was also a [man] in disguise.

The clear beard is still there, Wang Xuan suddenly understood that the audience present were all [men].

He tried to choke, drink, and make a slightly rough sound.

"Hey bro..."

The man looked at him strangely, and then his face became darker.

"Are you a [golden] person?"

Wang Xuan was very puzzled, and then said "um..." without answering.

"That's good, I thought you were from Pingyong country..."

"Of course I'm not..."

Wang Xuan retorted, and then showed a serious face like him.

"So, you are?"

“[Merchants of the Southern Song Dynasty]…”

The man sighed, pointed to the [actors] dancing on the stage and started applauding.

Wang Xuan nodded silently, and said, "[Southern Song Dynasty] business is not easy these days..."

He tightened the fan blades, and the man continued.

"Indeed, and fighting involves bloodshed..."

"The relationship between our two countries is still the same day..."

The man seemed to be a little sad when he said it, but the feeling was very flat.

"Yes…"

Wang Xuan gradually realized that he had made a mistake, and the relationship between [Jin] and [Southern Song] is still in decline today [1196].

But the man in front of him who is a native of the [Southern Song Dynasty] only showed a brief [exposition].

"We are enemies..."

"Of course, but it doesn't affect our development..."

When the man said this, a special luster appeared on his expression.

"I do not understand what you meant…"

Wang Xuan is full of doubts about this so-called "[enemy]".

But the man just smiled and said casually: [Jin] people are not necessarily "enemies".

These words made Wang Xuan unconsciously feel chilling.

He saw the man put his index finger on a spot on the table as if to emphasize something.

He hardly looked like a calculating businessman, but rather a [war] conspirator.

"Pingyong Kingdom..."

He said it stiffly, still in disbelief.

The man patted himself on the shoulder, smiled meaningfully and left.

After staying, Wang Xuanchi still sat on the wooden bench and recalled the conversation with the man.

In the next second, there was a sudden "bang" in [Theatrical Troupe].

Wang Xuan held the fan blade, and his brain circuit was [interrupted] instantly.

He bowed his head and wore dark clothes to shuttle through the crowd. The three No. 50 guys stepped forward to inquire together, making it difficult for him to move.

"She died..."

The first man on the stage muttered, with heavy makeup on his face, he looked very ugly.

And then the woman who came to the ground was still panting, while his feet trampled on her body without showing any mercy.

It is not an exaggeration to be easily trampled by a man with three or five footprints in a bright costume.

Gradually, Wang Xuan finally came to the front.

At first the woman was still waving her palms and crying.

But this kind of weak and hypocritical action, in return, the men in the audience became more and more proud.

"Crack!" The mouth made her face suddenly red.

Ugly men were called out by name after beating them.

"[Third Shopkeeper]! Take a look, everyone is half dead, and you still dare to use this kind of goods to celebrate [Bai Dashuai]'s success?!"

"I think you don't want to live anymore!!"

When the [Third Shopkeeper] heard this, his expression became extremely ugly.

"what?!"

"Of course not! She was fine yesterday! Who knows what happened today?!"

"I think this woman just lacks training! Let me give her a few more slaps, and she will definitely dance for you for another year or two!"

While talking, the third shopkeeper grabbed the back of the woman's neck and lashed it vigorously.

Until the woman repeated three or five times, blood gradually appeared at the corner of the woman's mouth.

The men present reluctantly gave up.

"Okay, okay! Keep her alive, [Bai Dashuai] will still appreciate her at the [celebration banquet] fifteen days later!"

"What if you really beat him to death now?!"

"Your face is swollen, you can still cover it with makeup..."

"Dead, but it's really hard to say!"

After listening to the third shopkeeper, he nodded quickly to accompany everyone.

Only then did he stop and return to his seat, gasping for breath.

The woman was carried back by the [sisters] backstage, leaving behind a pool of blood and fan leaves on the ground, Wang Xuan bent down to pick them up, only to notice.

"That woman is really suffering..."

He left [Baijiazhai] in a hurry, but his heart seemed to be pressed by a huge rock, and he was so painful that he didn't dare to cry out.

(End of this chapter)