I Really Like That Guy!

The country of Jersey moved quickly, and within two days, letters and letters from Linxi City, as well as a large number of gifts and war slaves, were delivered to the camp.

The Alona Society had just returned from patrolling and training. She was still holding a spear in her hand, and her red cloak was blown up by the wind behind her.

Zema came to the group of people, looked at the treasures of dozens of carriages in front of her, and the Jersey courtier who was kneeling in front of her, her brows raised lightly.

"Bring the letter up."

The courtier was wearing a Jersey official uniform, but his body was trembling slightly.

There were also a group of people kneeling behind him, probably the city lord who ceded the city by Jersey, all of them were as quiet as chickens.

The attendant took the letter from him and handed it to Arlo.

A Luo took it and looked at it. The letter was written to cede the city. The Emperor of Jersey was obviously afraid of death, so he directly ceded 15 cities to Daxing. Dependent country, send a large number of gifts every year, just to get the blessing of Daxing.

The Emperor of Jersey can bend and stretch, and Arlo is slightly satisfied.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a sense of being watched, her senses were sharp, and she quickly looked up, but did not find who was looking at her.

In the direction she looked at, there was only a dense crowd of war slaves kneeling on the ground. The source of the war slaves was that in order to quell the anger of the victor, the defeated party would pick out the brave warriors among the soldiers who had killed many enemies, and used it to vent the victor.

Once you become a war slave, your life will be ruined.

These war slaves were pale, numb, and lifeless.

They are fighters who defend their families and the country, and it is their honor to kill many enemies, but it turns out that one day the glory will kill them.

A Luo looked at them from a distance, suddenly dropped the paperwork, pulled the reins, raised the horse's hooves gently, and trotted to the front of the slaves.

Walking around the war slaves who were kneeling in a row, even though the war slaves knew that their fate was imminent, they couldn't help shivering when they heard the sound of the horse's hooves kicking.

However, A Luo noticed one of them. Most of the soldiers were tall and mighty, but that person was rather thin. He knelt there with his head bowed and couldn't see his expression clearly. He could only see that he was whiter than the people around him. complexion.

Everyone squatted on their backs, only his back was straight, like a green pines and green bamboos that would rather bend than bend.

The horse's hoof stopped in one place, and everyone held their breath, not daring to breathe. No one knew what the Empress was going to do, but that didn't stop everyone from being afraid of her.

The Empress is a heavy slaughter, as long as she has experienced the war not long ago, no one is not afraid of her.

Someone caught a glimpse of a vermilion long spear out of the corner of the eye. The sharp tip of the spear reflected the skylight, and the light shone in the eyes, causing them to hurt.

The tip of the spear stretched forward, thinking of the female emperor on the battlefield strung a person with a gun, one person was frightened as earth, and a smell of shyness spread under him.

A Luo was riding on the horse, but she didn't notice this scene. She could feel the fear from the people around her, but she didn't feel any emotion from the man.

His breath is very steady, even breathing, calm like a turbulent lake, no fear or worry, it seems that life and death have been put aside for a long time.

Even though her spear was on his forehead, he still maintained the same posture as before.

A Luo's hand is very steady, the tip of the gun slowly slides down the bridge of the man's forehead and nose, and finally touches his chin, her wrist is a little harder, and the man's face is raised by the tip of the gun.

Although it was stained with dust and had some bruises, it was still a good-looking face, with sharp eyebrows and star eyes, a straight nose and thin lips, and a three-dimensional and handsome face.

His eyes were as calm as she imagined, deep and quiet like the deep sea, looking back at her indifferently from under the thick long eyelashes.

Even if the sharp point of the gun was only an inch away from his throat, even if a tiny bloodstain had been printed on his lower jaw. He bowed his head in a fashionable manner and could not see anything. When he raised his head, only this pair of unyielding eyes made people perceive the difference.

A Luo thought casually, if he has been looking at people with these eyes, it is not surprising that he suffered so much humiliation afterward.

"Do you know how to be a slave?"

The icy cold iron pressed against his chin, Qin Jue raised his face, dazed by the dazzling sunlight.

He heard the cold female voice, but couldn't see her clearly.

Unlike other war slaves, Qin Jue was brought directly from the camp. He was bound by his hands and feet, and was thrown into the carriage for two days. He arrived here without a drop of water. Probably lost consciousness.

The sun was dazzling, and the condescending woman rode on a high-headed horse with the scorching sun on her back, and her whole body seemed to be glowing.

With a slight pain in his jaw, Qin Jue lowered his eyes slightly to block the incoming light, and said slowly in a hoarse voice, "...I don't know."

"First of all, put away your eyes."

The woman's voice was cold and pleasant. If she only listened to these words, she might have thought she was trying to persuade her.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, the tip of the spear that touched the man's jaw suddenly retracted, and stabbed into the chest of a war slave next to her at a speed that could not cover her ears.

"Pfft—" This was the sound of flesh being stabbed open.

Qin Jue's face was slightly hot, and the warm blood splashed on his face, which soon lost the heat and became bitingly cold.

The war slave was full of astonishment, looking at the red gun barrel in disbelief, the fingers hidden by his side suddenly loosened, and a dagger fell to the ground with a clang.

"Have you seen it? No matter what status you were in the past, you are only my slave now. If you can't learn to be a slave, then you don't need to live." The aloof female emperor said slowly, slowly retracting the spear and flicking the tip at will. , the blood beads above generally rolled down.

Her actions were so easy, her tone was so peaceful, she didn't seem to kill a person, but picked a flower at will.

Qin Jue's eyelashes blinked, and the last bit of temperature remaining in his body seemed to be sucked away by the blood droplets on his face. The organs in his chest were stirring, but he was too tired, and his mind was a little dizzy. It was difficult to distinguish the emotions surging in his heart. what is.

He could only quietly lowered his eyes and lowered his head to make himself look more submissive and humble.

"It's not bad." The Empress spit out praise. She seemed to be in a good mood, with a smile in her voice, and she said lightly, "It's good looking, it's a pity to be a war slave, why don't you come to serve me."

The words are inquiries, the voices are statements.

After all, she didn't need to seek the opinions of others for the decisions she wanted to make.

Some people around them stared wide-eyed, and some people took a breath of cold air, and they couldn't hide their surprise.

The Empress did not care about the surprise of the crowd, and after she left these words, she rode back, and the dazzling light reflected by the long spear gradually faded away from her field of vision.

Soon, someone came to Qin Jue, dragged him away from the slaves, and took him to a tent to bathe and change.

The servants here were very quiet, and no one spoke. They scrubbed Qin Jue's body, and they didn't express any doubts when they saw the wounds on his hands and feet, as if he was just an object that didn't need to be communicated.

Perhaps, he was an object.

Qin Jue thought so when he washed his body and put on light silk clothes, ate some food, and was wrapped up and sent to the bed in the largest tent.

As the Crown Prince of Jersey, he had a father who was reckless, and lived in a chaotic harem since he was a child. Qin Jue couldn't understand what it meant.

He has already realized that he has changed from a war slave to the bed partner of the empress, probably not even a bed partner, just a tool.

Humiliation? humiliation.

This is more humiliating than being a slave.

Being a slave tortured his body the most, but when he was a dignified prince and became a plaything between the beds, it was humiliating his soul.

But why, behind the humiliation, disgust, and self-abandonment, was another unknown emotion surging in his heart?

Qin Jue lay on the soft bed, staring at the top of the tent.

The Empress has not come yet, there is no lamp in the account, and the light is dim.

The surroundings were very quiet. He had been running around on the road for two days, and he had not had a good rest. At this time, after taking a hot bath and eating, he slept in such a safe place where he didn't have to worry about any assassination plots. Wrapped in heavy drowsiness, the eyelids became heavy.

Unconsciously, Qin Jue slowly closed her eyes and fell into a long-lost sleep.

A Luo did not expect that when she returned to the camp after training, she would see such a picture.

The candles were flickering, and in the dim and dim light and shadow, a sleeping man lay on the bed.

The most striking thing was the clothes he was wearing. The thin silk clothes wrapped around his body, but it couldn't stop the vague spring colors. Instead, it was more attractive because it was half-covered.

The man's eyebrows were peaceful, his breathing was steady, and he was obviously asleep.

A Luo was shocked for a moment, and soon his mind changed, knowing that his words were probably misunderstood.

Dugu Luo only pretended to fight and never paid attention to other things. She is now twenty-two years old and has not been married yet. This time, she suddenly called a handsome man to serve her.

Just thinking about it, the person on the bed seemed to notice her gaze, her brows slightly wrinkled, her long eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The dark eyes reflected the faint light, and his eyes were still a little blurry, staring at her in a daze, and it took a long time to wake up like a dream.

Gulu got up, the man knelt on the bed, lowered his head deeply, and said with sincerity, "...Your Majesty."