The First Tyrant of Daxia

Soon after, the army set off, and together with the thirty-six Jinyiwei including Feng Lao, they formed almost a dragnet to escort Wang Min.

Along the way, no one except Qin Yun could see Wang Min.

To a certain extent, this is also to protect Wang Min, an extremely sensitive person.

In the dead of night, the wind at Tianzhu Terrace was very strong, like countless wild wolves howling, giving people a feeling of vastness.

For some reason, Qin Yun tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Maybe it was because she had to deal with the Restoration Army tomorrow, or maybe it was because she had sent Wang Min away, and she always felt uneasy after leaving.

Just like that, he fell asleep in a daze.

When he woke up again, the scorching sunlight penetrated the tent. The sun was already shining brightly, and the sound of flowing water reached his ears.

He was sleepy and his throat felt dry and sore, which was caused by the climate of the Jurchen Plateau.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Jingyi bending down, rolling up her sleeves, revealing her snow-white wrists, and twisting a wet white handkerchief.

A few strands of hair are hanging down, and the bun is tied with a peach wood hairpin, which is full of beauty.

Who said that the nun is not feminine?

"Yeah." She made a sound from her throat and handed over the handkerchief covered with white mist.

Qin Yun was stunned, his head tilted, and he fell on the couch, taking a deep breath: "Master, please help me wash."

Upon hearing this, Master Jingyi frowned slightly. What she hated most was the corrupt practices among the nobles.

If there was a woman here, she wouldn't come to help.

"Do you want to wash?" She asked in a slightly cold tone.

Qin Yun curled his lips, looking like a superior: "I have never washed it myself."

This is actually true. In the imperial capital, even picking up food for himself when eating is a luxury. This may be the enjoyment of an emperor.

"Then aren't you a useless person?" Jingyi asked back.

Qin Yun raised his eyebrows: "You will know if you try it."

"Forget it. Your mediocre kung fu can only deal with ordinary people. I can make you surrender in just one second." Jing Yi was indifferent, and his eyes, like a calm lake, had an inexplicable attraction.

puff!

Qin Yun curled up and laughed, almost crying: "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"No, it is possible!" He changed his words again, glanced at Jingyi, and muttered in his heart that the nun should be a virgin.

If that's the case, it would indeed be a bit "scary".

Snapped.

Jingyi threw the handkerchief on Qin Yun, picked up the steaming basin and poured it out directly, like a village woman, but indescribably kind.

"Hurry!"

"There are still two and a half hours left before the time you designated to attack Tianzhu Tower. The Restoration Army has been beating drums and raising flags since early morning. I'm afraid they are going to fight to the death."

"The army's scouts have fully infiltrated, and a large number of archers are in place, waiting for you."

She spoke without even turning her head. She took on all the tasks that Feng Lao and Hong Ye usually did.

Qin Yun picked up the handkerchief and wiped his face vigorously, almost rubbing his skin to pieces. Then he stood up, changed his clothes and rinsed his mouth.

Jing glanced at him and sneered, "Your Majesty has hands, but aren't they useless?"

Qin Yun was choked. It turned out that women were all argumentative and sharp-tongued.

He turned around and looked at her, attracted by her tall and cold temperament: "I can't do everything, this, you do it!"

He pointed to his black hair. If he didn't tie it up, he would look like a Black Mountain Demon.

Jingyi understood, frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, but still went over. She also didn't believe that an emperor could tie his hair up and wear a jade crown.

She stood behind Qin Yun, bringing with her a faint, indescribable smell, a subtle fragrance that was not obvious. This was a typical body odor, and had nothing to do with any soap or rouge.

She skillfully tied up Qin Yun's long hair. Her slender fingers were soft and did not hurt at all, but she did it quickly.

Three or five times, it will be almost done.

As a result, she also took the emperor's jade crown in her hand.

In the bronze mirror, Qin Yun looked at the reflection of Master Jingyi. Her features were perfect, and her collar and cuffs gave off a mysterious feeling.

He was a little absent-minded and even forgot that this was the eve of a big war. He no longer felt any sense of urgency.

I don’t know what he was thinking, or maybe it was some kind of muscle memory, but his hands slowly reached behind him and gently pinched Jingyi’s thighs.

It is round and powerful, without a trace of fat, and feels firm, it is perfect.

Master Jingyi usually wears plain clothes, which makes her look inconspicuous. What a perfect figure she must have under her clothes.

At that moment, Jingyi's hand stopped.

The air seemed to be in a state of stagnation.

Jingyi was not hesitant, but was stunned and did not react.

In another second, she felt those hands and became furious. Her almond-shaped eyes suddenly widened and even stood up, emitting a murderous ray that caused the temperature to drop sharply.

"asshole!!"

"Master, don't be impulsive. I was hit by accident. It was not an accident!"

boom!

Jingyi simply held his hand with one hand and slammed it hard on the table.

There was a loud noise in the tent.

Either the head was broken or the table was broken. Jingyi was so angry that he didn't hold back at all.

In this era, any woman who is touched will lose her virginity, let alone a pure and unselfish nun. This is simply challenging Jingyi's bottom line.

Outside the tent, the Jinyiwei looked at each other in bewilderment.

But after such a long time, no one would think that Jingyi was an assassin. After asking a few questions, Qin Yun said in a strange voice that it was okay and then let the matter go.

About half an hour later.

Qin Yun walked out of the tent with a bump on his forehead.

I got beaten, but I also got touched, so it’s not a loss!

This is how he comforted himself, and he was not angry. After all, he was indeed wrong. At that time, he thought she was the same as Xiao Yuxiang and others, so he naturally took action.

Fortunately, fortunately, it did not go to a more extreme place, otherwise the Restoration Army in World War II would have been "dead before achieving success".

"Report!"

"Your Majesty, the entire army has rested and is waiting for your order to attack Tianzhu Tower!"

"Report!"

"General Mule's cavalry is ready."

"The Eleventh Prince requests to go into battle with his injuries and serve as the vanguard."

"..."

A series of hurried reports quickly brought Qin Yun back to the state of war.

When he was about to respond, suddenly, a scout from the front came rushing over on a fierce horse. Before he arrived, he started shouting, sounding extremely anxious.

"Report!"

"Your Majesty, urgent news! A senior general of the Restoration Army has led his troops secretly down to Tianzhutai and wants to surrender!"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

Surrender at this time?

"What, is the message true?"

"Your Majesty, be careful of any fraud!" The military camp was buzzing with discussion.

In the sunlight, Qin Yun frowned slightly and said in a deep and steady voice: "Who are the ones who came to surrender, and how many people are there?"

"A general named Jintuo brought with him 40,000 troops!" the scout said with an exaggerated expression, incredulous, but it was true.