Qin Emperor Ziying

Chapter 351 Meeting ([-])

The distance into the desert was not too far, so naturally there was no risk of getting lost, and Na Zhuang took Ziying back to the tribe not long after.

Na Zhuang went to chase the lost cattle and sheep, but the news that the cattle and sheep were not found, but brought back a piece of Qin army, immediately spread throughout the entire tribe like a storm.

For a while, almost all the people left behind in the tribe gathered around, vying to see what the Qin people who dared to burn the holy mountain looked like.

However, at first glance, they were really disappointed. According to their own thinking, the person who can do such an earth-shattering thing must be the kind of person who is full of muscles and looks like a sinister face.

However, the Qin man that Na Zhuang worked so hard to capture looked too "weak".

Although there were still some dried blood stains on his face, it seemed that this Qin man was only in his 20s, and not only did he not have the slightest hint of viciousness, he even looked a little delicate.

"Don't look at this Qin man, who is thin-skinned and tender. When I caught him just now, it took a lot of effort to catch him. Don't be deceived by his appearance."

For his own credit, Na Zhuang naturally couldn't say that he picked up this Qin Jun from the edge of the desert.

In his rhetoric, when he met him, this Qin Jun was alive and well, and he captured him only after a fierce fight.

Seeing that the left-behind women in the tribe were all focused on the "face" of this Qin man, Na Zhuang hurriedly emphasized the ferocity of this Qin man again.

As for the current state, it was naturally beaten like this by the extraordinary Na Zhuang.

Hearing Na Zhuang's words, the women staying behind in the tribe still didn't feel the slightest bit of ferocity from Ziying's body.

The rest of the young and strong followed the Huns to the front line, leaving Na Zhuang alone as a housekeeper was enough to know the ranking of his force in the tribe.

The people who were defeated by him couldn't be called fierce no matter what.

"Your lady is here, hurry up and get out of the way!"

At this moment, an extremely sharp voice sounded from behind the crowd.

Looking for the reputation, it was Lan Shuliu's maid who made the sound.

And behind this maid, a beautiful woman in traditional Hun costume was standing there quietly.

It was Lan Shuliu who was temporarily living in the tribe.

Lan Shuliu's status as a sojourner in this small tribe is naturally extremely detached, not to mention his status as a quasi-princess, but her status as a noble daughter of the left is enough to make these Huns look up to them.

Although Lan Shuliu liked to wear southern clothes, all the replacement clothes she carried had been destroyed by the fire in the royal court.

The only thing from the south on her body now is a piece of plain sackcloth tied around her arm.

In the eyes of the Huns, there is an extra piece of sackcloth hanging down, which makes Lan Shuliu elegant and immortal.

However, Lan Shuliu did hear from her mother that when her husband passed away in the Southland, the wife needed to cut off the clothes and dress up, and she had to wear the silk, staff, twisted belt, and Jian Xie for three years in mourning for her husband.

However, cloth in the Southland is really hard to find in a small tribe, and Tuyuan, the wife of the tribe's head, only found a long strand of linen for her.

Lan Shuliu had no choice but to tie the linen strips around his arms, that's all for now.

The object of Lan Shuliu's mourning was naturally Ziying whom he had only seen twice.

With her status in the Huns, she naturally knew more information.

It stands to reason that she is also a member of the Huns, and she should be the same as the enemy for what Ziying did in Mobei. However, when she heard the news about this Qin army, she didn't feel much anger in her heart, but because of this He was worried about the situation of the Qin army.

Only 500 people dare to go deep into Mobei, such a man is the real warrior in her heart.

After the return of the Xiongnu army, Lan Shuliu's worry turned into deep sorrow.

Only the Qin army with more than [-] people left, and the Huns' army of more than [-].

The result is known without thinking.

That's why she acted in mourning for Ziying.

No matter what identity I am in your heart, I have already identified your position in my heart.

Seeing that Lan Shuliu was attracted to him, the onlookers immediately carved out a path for him to pass, leading directly to the horse carrying the prisoner of the Qin army.

Watching her Pingpin Tingting come forward, the eyes of the male animals present never left his figure.

As for Na Zhuang, he was even more excited at this time.

He was originally standing near the horse, so the direction Lan Shuliu was heading in was also his direction.

After Lan Shuliu came to the tribe, she lived in seclusion, and her maid was responsible for sending some of her daily needs into the tent.

It was the first time for Na Zhuang to see Lan Shuliu's face so closely.

However, as Lan Shuliu gradually approached, Na Zhuang lowered his head instead, not daring to meet Lan Shuliu's gaze.

As if looking at it more is blasphemy.

When Lan Shuliu saw the figure riding on the horse from a distance, Lan Shuliu felt terrified.

The man's clothes—deja vu.

Walking in the desert, some weight-bearing infants such as soft armor have long been left behind, and the robe he was wearing was the one he was wearing when he left.

The closer she got to the horse, the faster Lan Shuliu's heart beat, because she was sure that this man from Qin who was casually mounted on the horse was her man.

However, Lan Shuliu knew that at this time, Po Ziying's identity must not be revealed in front of so many people, let alone the Huns know that this person is the commander-in-chief of the Qin army.

"It turns out that he is not dead yet, and he was able to walk out of the desert alive!"

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, he walked slowly to Ziying's side, looked at him for a few times and asked Na Zhuang, who was bowing his head.

"You captured this Qin Jun?"

Hearing Lan Shuliu's voice, Na Zhuang was even more excited.

"The pearl on the prairie actually talked to me."

"Yes... yes..." Na Zhuang even stuttered when he spoke.

"Very well, I will definitely report your contribution when the army returns.

Be careful to keep this Qin man in custody, a living Qin man is more valuable than a dead one! "

After saying that, Lan Shuliu turned around and walked towards his tent.

"Ziying must be rescued. As for how to save it, we have to plan carefully."

After Lan Shuliu left, Ziying was thrown into a simple tent.

Worried that Ziying would run away after recovering his strength, Na Zhuang directly tied Ziying's hands together and hung him to the top beam in the middle of the tent.

He poured a basin of water and splashed it on Ziying's face. After being excited by the cold water, Ziying slowly woke up and began to pay attention to his situation.

Obviously, unfortunately, I did not die in the desert, but was picked up from the desert by the Huns.

(End of this chapter)