Chapter 119 The Empire and the Rose (41)

"My emperor brother did it. Because this is his territory now. He wants to completely shuffle the cards and deter other people who are dissatisfied with him. These slaves are either sold or killed"

"I know..." Bai Feifei interrupted him with drooping eyelids, sitting in the man's arms, letting him wipe off the dirt on his face with his hands.

The man was speechless, held her absent-minded face in his hands, and lightly pecked her eyelids.

It was still red and swollen, as if she hadn't woken up.

She still struggled a little, but didn't bother to resist.

The raindrops of light kisses fell quickly, and Shar's movements became more intense──He held the head of the person in his arms tightly, stuck the tip of his tongue into her mouth, and shunned wantonly...

"Ugh..."

Bai Feifei's arm caught the man's chin, forcibly breaking the entanglement between the two.

The man is a little annoyed because she pushes herself away.

Bending down and hugging his knees, Bai Feifei stared at his toes and the hem of his robe covered in mud—
"There is a weapon that can quickly capture Nineveh..."

She made a low, thick nasal sound.

"──Do you want it?"

He tilted his head and said.

Shar frowned unexpectedly, the Bai Feifei he was familiar with would never use such a tone—talking to himself like a deal!

"Then would you... tell me?"

He stretched out his arms and hooked her into his arms again.

Bai Feifei nodded, this time he did not reject physical contact.

"However, please promise me one condition."

In July when the two rivers were gradually drying up, Tiglath-Palashar and his deployment continued to travel southeast to Nineveh along the Little Zab River.

Later, the famous siege machine that allowed the Assyrian Empire to dominate Western Asia—the trebuchet, also came into being one day after the end of the rainy season this year...

The army stopped when it was approaching Arbil. It was already the first ten days of July, and the weather turned hot rather quickly—fortunately, the lush shade of the Zagros Mountains blocked part of the vicious sunlight.

However, the Tigris River began to dry up—this made the Assyrians panic—in this season: nature is the most powerful natural barrier, and the plague is very suitable for breeding at this moment.

"Why doesn't Your Highness enter Albil soon?"

"Fool! Did you forget that time with Ashur?" Some of the soldiers whispered.

"But, I always stop outside the city..."

"Tiglat is not afraid of any conspiracy." Someone suddenly interrupted the whispering.

Seeing the person's face clearly, all the soldiers' faces changed, and at the same time they informed the soldiers to tell Xiutis.

"Oh, why do you all look at me like that? Huh? Isn't this Xiutes?"

A noisy male voice sounded, and Xiutis, who had just been notified by his subordinates, frowned tightly.

"His Royal Highness He Jing?!"

"Oh, Xiutis, your voice is so loud, why do you feel like seeing a ghost when you see me?" The man brushed his long light brown hair in the shawl, revealing a handsome face similar to Shar's.

"I rushed back from Nubia to meet my dear nephew—is there anything wrong?" Hejing blinked innocently and said playfully.

The corners of Xiutis’s mouth began to twitch unconsciously. Hegentrochier is the youngest brother of the old king and the uncle of Shar’s king. His fief is in Nubia—but he has never been seen seriously in the How long is that.

What's more, the most troublesome thing for him is——His Royal Highness "He Jing" is very, very, very willful!
(End of this chapter)

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