Be Careful General's Wife!

Song Ziling was brought into the camp where yeluno, a general in armor, sat on a chair in wolf skin, with his generals on both sides.

"General," Qin Yi saluted yeluno.

Song Ziling's two soldiers from the northern region wanted to kneel down on the ground, but his feet were like welded iron. They did not bend any way they pressed them.

"Be bold. Don't kneel down when you see our general." Yeluno's subordinate Ge tie points to song Ziling and yells.

Song Ziling gritted his teeth and looked at the man sitting on the throne: "we Dongchen people, kneel down on heaven and earth, kneel down on our parents, kneel down on the son of heaven, and never kneel down on the people of northern regions."

Yelv wild see this half of the boy, even dare to look at him to say this words, eyes have no fear, immediately smile.

"Are you Song Heng's son?"

Song Ziling straightened out his chest and said with great pride: "yes."

"Ha ha ha..." Yelv yeh yeh laughed and appreciated song Ziling's eyes. He asked, "aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

Song Ziling said: "it's better to die standing than to live on your knees." He must die with dignity. He will never want the enemy to bow down and kneel.

"You're a bit of a brat In yeluno's eyes, he appreciated song Ziling even more. Unfortunately, song Ziling was not his son.

Song Ziling didn't answer. Yeluno looked at him for a while, and asked people to take him down and take care of him. Then he left Qin Yi to discuss with the general.

Song Ziling was taken to a small tent, his hands and feet were shackled.

"Smelly boy, how dare you not kneel down when you see our general," said the northern region soldier who sent him in and punched song Ziling in the stomach.

Song Ziling didn't understand what he was saying. She frowned with pain. Seeing that the man hit again, he locked the iron chain in the shackles of his hand, entangled the man's hand and threw him to the ground.

The man obviously didn't expect that he could still do it with shackles on his hands, and sat on the ground for a moment.

"Ha ha ha..." The people who escorted song Ziling with him saw that he was thrown to the ground by song Ziling, patted his thighs and laughed, "sorang, you are too useless. You were thrown to the ground by a boy from Dongchen country."

Ridiculed by his companions, sorang, who was young and full of vigor, felt shameless. He stood up, clenched his hands and attacked song Ziling. Song Ziling pulled the chain to deal with, and he had a few moves, a punch on his nose.

"Oh..." Soran cried out in pain, covering his nose and squatting on the ground.

"Are you all right?" Come and ask.

Soran felt the heat flow from his nose. He took his hand away and saw that the palm was full of blood.

Sorang's companion looked at the standing song Ziling and said in his heart, "this boy is very powerful."

He helped sorang to leave. When they lifted up the curtain of the tent, song Ziling saw someone holding a knife outside.

Because it was a tent for prisoners, the tent was very simple and had nothing. There was a pile of hay, which should be the "bed" for him.

At this time, song Ziling didn't pick. He was tired and lay down on the hay.

Is it raining? Between half dream and half wake up, song Ziling felt the rain fall on his face. He opened his eyes and saw another man with a bowl of soup pouring into his face. Seeing him awake, the man also laughed. Song Ziling frowned, raised his shackled feet and kicked him directly on his stomach. His strength is not small, the man was directly kicked out by him, fell on the ground, pain arched back.

Song Ziling sat on the hay and wiped the soup on her face with her sleeve. He saw that there was also a broken earthen bowl with two steamed buns in it. He guessed that the man had come to deliver food for him. Seeing that he was asleep, he wanted to spoil him and pour soup on his face.