Stunning female slave, princess of troubled times

Mrs. Zhang smiled, and slowly stretched out her hand to touch A Nuo's cheek, "You have been carried away since you were a child, and now you have finally come back and left for so many years, and now you have encountered such a thing when you come back. A Nuo, If you can come in, you will be able to leave, Mother wants you to leave here quickly and live well outside, no matter what your identity is."

A Nuo looked at Mrs. Zhang, and gently brushed Mrs. Zhang's gray temples, "Mother, I understand what you mean, but I don't want the rest of my life to be spent in regret and guilt."

A Nuo's hands trembled slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was full of distress.Her mother was a beautiful person when she was young, even when she left that year, she didn't see a single gray hair.Now that he came back again, his black hair had turned gray, and fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes.Time urges people to grow old, not because of the cruelty of time, but because of the changes in everything around them.

Mrs. Zhang took A Nuo's hand, stopped talking to dissuade her, and walked towards the general's mansion step by step.Now that you are back and you refuse to leave, let's spend the rest of these days well!

However, at this time, he was in the camp of the Yuan army outside Diaoyu Mountain.An eagle flew by, and a small bamboo tube was tied to the eagle's feet. The eagle spread its wings and flew straight to the southeast.

Zhen Jin raised his head and looked at the eagle that had already left, his dark brown eyes narrowed slightly, it seemed that this time it would not let him go so smoothly.

"Master, the boss has decided to attack the city, and everyone is waiting for you now." Hasen's voice was not loud, but his tone was heavy.

Zhen Jin nodded and strode towards the coach's tent.

This time to attack Diaoyu Mountain, besides Mongolian generals, many Han generals also came. For a battle like the siege, the methods of the Han people and the Mongols are completely different.

Zhen Jin stepped into the big tent and glanced at everyone present.The originally lively crowd suddenly quieted down. The prince was usually gentle, but he always had a faint majesty on him.

Zhen Jin walked to his seat and sat down, "Don't worry about me, you can continue talking."

One of the Mongolian generals had a loud voice, and his rough voice echoed in the camp, "His Royal Highness, the last general is discussing whether to massacre the city after attacking Diaoyu Mountain."

"You want to massacre the city?" Zhen Jin's voice was so soft that no one could hear his emotions.

"Diaoyushan made us die so many Mongolian sons, how can we not avenge this revenge?"

"Yes, the Diaoyushan general Zhang Jue shot and killed us Mengge Khan, this revenge must be paid with the lives of the whole city."

"We must massacre the city. It is difficult to vent our anger without massacring the city."

"What's the benefit of massacring a city?" Zhen Jin raised his eyes, which were as vast as a dark brown sea.He picked up the tea prepared on the small table beside him, and took a sip gracefully.

Everyone stopped talking, staring closely at his every move, exchanging looks with each other.The big tent was suddenly very quiet, and the silence became a little depressing.

"What we want in Dayuan is for a thousand years, not for these Han people to keep thinking about resisting us." Zhen Jin put down his teacup and looked up at everyone, "Some of you are Mongols, some are Han, don't all of you Do you think it's time to massacre the city?"

The Mongols looked at the Han people with unclear eyes.The Han man looked at the land under his feet, lowering his eyes to hide his expression.Finally, a Han came out, "The last general believes that the Southern Song Dynasty has been destroyed, and the massacre of the city is just adding more killings."