Qin Emperor Ziying

Chapter 352 Meeting ([-])

The only bit of luck is that these Huns should not know their own identities, they just regard themselves as an ordinary Qin army.

When Na Zhuang picked him up, Ziying's body could be said to be at the end of his rope.

At that time, a few sips of water made Ziying wake up temporarily, but after bumping the skinny horse all the way, Ziying had already fainted again.

That's why Ziying didn't know about being exhibited and Lan Shuliu being in this tribe just now.

It is not Ziying's habit to sit and wait for death. After understanding his situation, his head immediately started to run at high speed, thinking about ways to get out.

The Mozi sword was tied to his thigh and was not searched by the Huns, while the Longyuan sword was held in the hands of the Huns in front of him.

My own hands were hung from the wooden suspension beams of the tent, probably because the Huns underestimated their own strength, and the ropes that bound their hands were not thick.

As long as he can recover his physical strength, use his special strength skills, and concentrate all his energy on his hands in a short period of time, breaking free from this weak rope should not be a problem.

However, how to get enough food and drinking water to restore physical strength has become the most urgent problem that the baby needs to solve at present.

"You Qin people dare to burn down the holy mountain and blaspheme the great gods. You deserve death!" Just as Ziying was thinking about how to escape, Na Zhuang, who tied Ziying to the hanging beam, did not know when he was in his hands. Added a long whip for grazing.

After cursing a few times, the long whip hit Ziying's body with a flick.

Like the rest of the Huns, Na Zhuang was extremely devout in his belief in the gods. The Qin army who committed these things in Mobei deserved death in the eyes of Na Zhuang.

If it weren't for keeping this Qin man in exchange for credit, he would have stabbed him to death with a sword.

At the door of the tent, there were quite a few Huns surrounding them, watching Na Zhuang beat the Qin man.

Like the current Chinese people, these Xiongnu women and children are also extremely enthusiastic about watching the excitement.

Every time Na Zhuang slapped the baby, the Huns onlookers cheered like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

Ziying just recovered a little bit of physical strength, and soon passed out again under Na Zhuang's beating.

Another basin of cold water was poured over, looking at Ziying who struggled to open his eyes.Na Zhuang was worried that Ziying would be played to death, so he brought the water bag close to Ziying's mouth again.

But Ziying took two simple sips before being taken away again.

Then a charcoal-like thing was handed to Ziying's mouth.

Ziying understood that this was the food given to him by the other party who was worried that he would starve to death.

If in the past, such a thing was baked, how could Ziying eat it? However, the experience in the desert, the snake blood was drunk, what else can't be eaten!

He opened his mouth and took a bite, and only a trace of flesh touched the bone, and there was even a trace of bloody smell inside. It was clearly a small animal, not the burnt beef and mutton that he thought before.

Moreover, the outside has been roasted into charcoal, but there are still no cooked small animals inside.

With the help of the bite, the charcoal-shaped animal in Na Zhuang's hand was also turned over.

Ziying could clearly see that there were four burnt legs and traces of a tail on the back of the "food".

What Na Zhuang fed Ziying turned out to be a scorched mouse!

From this point, it can also be seen that due to the impact of last year's severe drought on the grassland, these Huns also had to catch some small animals to feed their hunger, and they were not willing to bite the bony cattle and sheep.

Seeing the food in his mouth, Ziying felt nauseous for a while, if it wasn't because there was nothing in his stomach, he would have vomited upside down.

With difficulty, he raised his head and glanced at the Huns who were staring at him viciously. Ziying knew that apart from this thing, these Huns would never give him any other food.

The mouse next to its mouth was completely cold, and it seemed that it was definitely not prepared for itself, but that they had already relied on these things as a food supplement on weekdays.

"Since the Huns ate my baby, why can't I eat it? In the previous life, people in some places regarded mice as a delicacy. If they don't eat them, how can they regain their strength and escape from this place!"

Thinking of this, Ziying resisted the constant protests from his stomach, biting the mouse in front of him one bite at a time.

A mouse, enough to eat a few bites, is naturally far from the food needed to restore strength.

However, even though Ziying had thousands of schemes in mind, there was a big problem that hindered the implementation of the schemes - the language barrier.

Ziying could not speak the Huns language, and none of the Huns could speak Qin dialect.

The inability to communicate means that Ziying has the ability to bloom lotus flowers with his mouth, and it is also because the donkey's lips are wrong and the horse's mouth is not used at all.

Watching Ziying eat the food, Na Zhuang rubbed his hands at Ziying, and picked up the long whip again.

"Your lady, why did you come here? Such a dirty place is not for a noble person like you."

Just when Na Zhuang was about to continue to torture Ziying, a slightly flattering voice reached his ears.

There is only one person who can be called a noble daughter in the tribe at this moment——Lan Shuliu.

Knowing that Lan Shuliu was coming, Na Zhuang immediately put down the long whip in his hand.

In front of the Pearl of the Grassland, Na Zhuang dared not show his violent side.

With a light voice of stepping, Lan Shuliu ignored the dissuasion of the outsiders, but stepped straight into the tent.

As soon as Lan Shuliu stepped into the tent, Ziying suddenly raised his head and looked straight in Lan Shuliu's direction.

No matter what Ren Ziying thought, he never expected that the two would meet again under such a scene.

And it seems that this group of Huns obeyed Lan Shuliu's orders.

"It seems that I still don't understand women. I thought her heart was for me. I never thought that it would fall into her hands in the end. I only blame myself for being too young." Ziying thought to himself.

Lan Shuliu is here, so he can't hide his identity. I'm afraid this time he is really doomed.

At this moment, Ziying was more worried about herself than herself, and she was more worried about the authenticity of the map Lan Shuliu gave.

In case that map is fake, and the route on it leads the Qin army to the main area of ​​Zuoda Danghu, the consequences...

"Since I've fallen into your hands, you can kill or cut me up." Seeing Lan Shuliu approaching, Ziying, who knew that Lan Shuliu could understand Qin Yu, said rather dejectedly.

She wanted to live her whole life, but she didn't expect to die on a woman's body in the end.

As soon as Ziying's words came out, Lan Shuliu's whole body trembled, as if he had been greatly stimulated.

Na Zhuang, who was at the side, saw that the goddess in his heart was being insulted by this Qin Jun, so he was naturally angry. He didn't care about maintaining his image, so he picked up the long whip from the ground and gave Ziying another whip.

(End of this chapter)