The First Tyrant of Daxia

"Who!" he growled.

He wasn't too nervous, but just surprised that who could spy on him in such a heavily guarded palace. You know, all the Jinyiwei were guarding outside.

The sound startled the woman outside the door. She stumbled and fell to the ground, pushing the door open.

"No, don't kill me."

"I didn't want to come in. They sent me in." The girl's voice was flustered, scared and she didn't know what to do.

Sitiga?

Qin Yun was surprised. He had heard this voice before. Wasn't it Zhuo Lulan's daughter?

He figured it out in an instant. It was probably Mr. Feng who had someone send her in.

He couldn't help but turn around and glanced at Mrs. Lan who was sleeping soundly with a strange expression.

Qin Yun slowly sat up and looked at Xitigalo who was collapsed at the door. This girl was only about eighteen years old and looked very girlish. She must have just taken a bath and changed into new clothes.

She has three-dimensional facial features, big eyes and small lips. She inherited Zhuo Lulan's beauty, and also has the youthfulness, timidity and tenderness that only a young girl has.

"Come here." He waved.

Sitigalo raised his head in fear and looked at Mrs. Lan who was sleeping soundly. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and he was very nervous.

She was just an ordinary Jurchen woman, at most a noble, but that did not change anything. She did not have the ability and mind like Madam Lan, and she had a natural submission to powerful and prestigious men.

After all, the Jurchens, like the people of the grasslands, are an alien race where strength is everything!

Even when the father dies, the son can inherit everything.

She walked step by step to Qin Yun and knelt down. Because of nervousness, her body was obviously shaking and her delicate face was covered with sweat.

I don't know where to look with my eyes.

The more this is the case, the more people like you.

"How long have you been hiding outside the door?" Qin Yun raised his eyebrows and spoke in a neither light nor heavy voice.

Zhuo Lulan was not woken up at all, perhaps because she was too tired. She thought that the Han people were weak and treacherous, but she did not expect Qin Yun to be so powerful.

Sithiga was afraid, knowing that peeking was a capital offense.

"I...I, I just arrived."

Qin Yun didn't believe it: "You are lying, how long have you been watching?"

She was about to cry, her face was pale, and she said fearfully, “I, I have always been here.”

Qin Yun's face instantly turned awkward. Has it always been like this?

Doesn't that mean you've seen everything?

If Zhuo Lulan knew, she would probably find a hole to crawl into, because there were too many things she couldn't help but show.

"That's all, let's go."

Qin Yun waved his hand, not wanting to embarrass Xitigalo for the sake of Zhuo Lulan's face.

Besides, Zhuo Lulan is a capable person whom he will use in the future, so he has to give her some face.

"Walk?"

Xitigalo's delicate body trembled, and she looked outside the dark palace, a hint of fear flashing across her eyes.

"They are all dead, I...can I not leave?" she said almost begging.

Qin Yun frowned and asked in surprise: "Don't you hate me?"

"They all died because of me."

Sitiga Luo shook her head, like a young girl who knew nothing about the world, beautiful and gentle: "No hate!"

"Why?" Qin Yun looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze, even a little wary. Could it be that this girl had seen what he did to Zhuo Lulan and was thinking of revenge?

"The strong are respected."

"In Jurchen, whoever wins gets wealth and women."

"We are all spoils of war!" Sitigalo said with his eyes wide open, without any embarrassment.

Qin Yun was startled and looked at her carefully, there was no sign of lying!

From his heart, it was difficult to understand. If he had lost, the women in the harem, led by Xiao Yuxiang, would either hide their identities and raise their children to seek revenge, or commit suicide to show their love for each other.

How could it be like Sitigaro?

But soon, he figured it out.

This may be the custom of the other ethnic groups. They do not have the same culture as the Han people and are in an era of extremely backward thinking.

Everything is normal.

"call!"

He let out a breath, then waved his hand, asking her to come closer.

Xitijia Luo was a little scared, but he did exactly what he was told, kneeling down and slowly moving forward to Qin Yun's knees.

Qin Yun stretched out a hand, gently lifted her chin, and looked at her face carefully in the candlelight.

She has delicate skin and bright eyes.

If it were placed thousands of years later, she would most likely be a pure school beauty from a different race.

He couldn't help but sigh that the beauty of eighteen years old is irreplaceable.

And Xitijialuo also took this opportunity to sneak a peek at Qin Yun. She had never seen such a handsome man.

Because he is elegant and handsome, without the roughness of most Jurchen men.

Moreover, Qin Yun also has a strong side. His muscles are perfectly toned and he has many wounds on his body, which can make Zhuo Lulan cry.

Qin Yun reached out and slowly stroked her long hair until it reached the back of her head.

She just shuddered slightly and said nothing.

If the dead Xiti Fox saw this scene, the coffin lid would probably not be able to hold it down and he would just come back to life.

The candlelight flickered slightly. The bedroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

……

The next day.

When the sun rose, the flags of Daxia had already filled every corner of Jincheng, and every trace of the Jurchens here had been wiped out.

The former ministers of the Jurchens were almost massacred.

The few remaining cultures were also burned to ashes by the fire.

Qin Yun wanted to be ruthless, ruthless enough to erase the history of the Jurchen regime. Anyway, they did nothing and there was no essence in their existence.

Instead of this, it would be better to start from scratch and accept the baptism and cultivation of Han culture like the people on the grasslands!

Many Daxia soldiers think that conquering by force is conquering, but they don’t know that what can conquer a race is never force, but culture!!

In just one day, as many as thirty-six Jurchen cities announced their surrender.

A large number of Jurchen people also gathered inside and outside Jincheng and swore their support.

At first glance, it seemed that everything was settled.

As the biggest beneficiary, Qin Yun was not in a hurry to show up at this moment, but left most of the things to his subordinates.

Even for something as meaningful and prestigious as accepting the surrender, he informed Dugu Jin in advance to do it.

There were not many people in a temple and it was extremely quiet.

Qin Yun was listening to his subordinates' reports.

"Your Majesty, according to our calculations, we may not be able to withdraw our troops. The Jurchens are in a state of disrepair and do not even have a decent army."

"Once we withdraw, we may be annexed."

Qin Yun frowned: "Mobilize the elephant army, and let Dugu Jin organize the army to enter Jincheng, leaving only a small number of Daxia troops."

"Looking around, the only ones who dare to compete with me for territory are the Huns. If they dare to raise their hands, I will deal with them all!"

Everyone looked at each other and nodded: "Yes."

"By the way, where are the confidential documents of the Military Affairs Bureau?" Qin Yun glanced below.

Zhuo Lulan wore a tight outfit, but it couldn't hide her curvy figure at all. After one night, she became even more beautiful, and her eyes seemed to be full of water.

But now her face didn't look very good. When she woke up last night, Sitigala was there too!

She was so angry that she was shaking and wanted to fight Qin Yun!

She had tried her best to serve him, but he... But now that things had come to this, it was a foregone conclusion, and she could only accept it. She hugged Qin Yun's thighs tightly, trying to avoid some embarrassment.

"The Military Affairs Bureau doesn't have any written documents. All the important things are in my mind." She spoke, trying her best to cover the kiss marks on her neck with her collar.