The military soldier led Lord Xinling to a temporary curtain set up with tree branches, stopped, opened a corner of the curtain, and saw Zheng An lying flat on the ground, with the woman and child kneeling beside him. The woman seemed surprised when she saw the curtain lifted, and quickly looked back. Lord Xinling waved his hand at her and said to the soldiers: "Wait outside." Then he lowered his head and got into the tent.
The woman had been waiting outside the camp gate together before, and had never seen Lord Xinling. When she saw a man who looked like a noble prince coming in, she quickly bowed her head to the ground, not daring to raise her head. Lord Xinling said, "Sit up and answer." The woman just sat upright with her hands folded.
Lord Xinling asked, "Has the young master ever woke up?"
The woman replied: "No."
"Have you ever had sex or talked in your sleep?"
"Just a few 'um's."
"Please unbutton the young master's clothes and let me take a look at the wound."
The woman followed the instructions and opened Zheng Anping's clothes, revealing her strong chest muscles. Two pieces of linen that had obviously been torn from underwear were folded into several folds and slipped from the chest to the side. The linen was stained with blood, which was dark red and caked, and no new blood could be seen flowing out.
Lord Xinling opened Zheng Anping's eyelids again and looked at him. He stretched out his hand to feel his pulse. He pondered for a long time and then turned to the woman: "When will you accept the young master as a concubine?"
The woman suddenly became nervous and said: "No... not long, only a few months."
"Then this kid..."
"Yes, it was before..." The woman's voice was too low to be heard.
Lord Xinling said: "Don't be afraid, Haosheng will reply. Where is the young master's home? Who is in the family?"
"No...I don't know."
"I don't know?"
"I haven't heard the young master talk about it."
"... After the young master left early in the morning, did anyone come to your house?"
A trace of panic flashed in the woman's eyes, which did not escape Lord Xinling's eyes, but Lord Xinling seemed to have seen nothing and his expression remained unchanged.
"Yes, there are five people." The woman answered.
"Where did they go?"
"Let me ask the slave to open the city gate and enter the city."
"Do you know who they are?"
"They are knights!" The woman's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Knights? Do you know them?"
"I don't know them...but I knew them when they entered the military camp later in the afternoon."
"What country do you think they are from?"
The woman seemed to be deep in thought. The child next to him said: "A chivalrous man has the world in his mind and is at home all over the world. Where justice lies, he will not hesitate even to the death!"
The woman turned around and slapped the child hard on the head: "Did Young Master ask you? You're too talkative!" Then she turned back to Lord Xinling and said, "These five people are from outside the country, but they all speak local accents, otherwise they can't talk about anything small." I can’t even understand it.”
"Do they sound the same as me?"
"Young Master is the official pronunciation. They are hard-edged. Of course, they are different from Young Master."
"You don't know them, and you say they are knights. Why?"
"They must have heard that the army was coming and came to report in advance. Later, the city sent them out to make peace, but... they died."
Lord Xinling said: "You were half right. Seeing that they couldn't make peace, they planned to assassinate Mr. Zheng, but they hurt Mr. Zheng!"
When the woman heard this, she looked lonely and sighed: "He is indeed... a knight."
"You already knew they were knights?"
"Who doesn't know that the army is approaching? If they were ordinary people, they would have gone far away. Only knights would put themselves in danger and save others from danger."
"Have you seen them before?"
The woman shook her head.
"I mean you've met other vigilantes before?"
"Hi!" The woman suddenly laughed, "The little slave lives outside the city. There is only a curtain at the door. All kinds of cats and dogs come in, but I haven't seen anything! But no one asks questions like the young master."
Lord Xinling also smiled: "I have been tired for a day, but I am tired. I see you and have a chat."
The woman showed a charming smile: "Young master is tired, please give him a good rest. I guarantee that you are satisfied! You only need to give me a fight or two at will!"
Lord Xinling stopped her with his eyes and said, "You just tell me about knights. I'll just close my eyes and listen. That's all."
There was warmth in the woman's eyes and she said, "I'll tell you a story about the great knight Nie Zheng!"
Lord Xinling's heart was shocked and he couldn't help but let out an "ah" sound. Nie Zheng stabbed the Han puppet and Bai Hong passed through the sun. He had heard this story from his disciples many years ago. But after escaping an assassination, he suddenly heard the word "Nie Zheng" from a woman, causing him to quickly open his eyes and his right hand involuntarily reached for the hilt of the sword.
The woman sat in front, her expression unchanged, and said, "Master, have you heard of it?"
Lord Xinling's heart sank, he gently pulled out his copper sword, placed it across his knees, and said, "I've heard it before, but I don't think you can tell it. This story is too wonderful to be listened to in vain. I'll just fence for peace." The fingertips of his left hand flicked the blade of the sword, making a "zheng" sound, with a lingering sound.
The woman bowed her head and said, "Master, please sit down safely!"
Lord Xinling closed his eyes again, but let go of his whole body vigilance and covered the woman. The woman seemed unconscious, as if she was immersed in a misty story.
"Nie Zheng was originally a Korean. Because of killing people, he went to Qi State and made a living by slaughtering dogs and sheep in the market, supporting his mother and sister."
When Lord Xinling heard this, he patted the bronze sword, and the child responded: "I'm so wronged!" The three of them responded as if they were one.
"One day, Yan Zhongzi from Puyang came to visit, but Nie Zheng avoided seeing him. Zhongzi visited for many days in a row before he finally got to see him."
Mr. Xinling struck again, and the child responded: "How exciting!"
"Yan Zhongzi invites Nie Zheng's mother to bow down in front of the hall. Wine and meat are served in the hall, and the guests and hosts enjoy themselves!"
With a golden sound, the child said: "What a generous person!"
"While drunk, Yan Zhongzi offered a hundred gold to wish Nie Zheng's mother a happy birthday. Nie Zheng was shocked and refused to accept the offer."
The child asked: "But why?"
"Nie Zhengdao: I don't know what the gentleman is doing. But my mother is in the hall, and she relies on the government to serve her. I dare not use her body to others!"
Another golden sound. The child said: "So filial!"
"Many years passed, and Nie Zheng's mother passed away. Nie Zheng had been observing filial piety for many years. So he took off his filial piety and sneaked to Puyang to pay homage to Yan Zhongzi."
The child said: "So loyal!"
"Yan Zhongzi said: Han Lei, the prime minister of Han, wants to harm his ministers. He is a sect with the king of Han, and there are many soldiers on his left and right. I want to get rid of him but can't, so I have no choice but to go to Puyang."
The child said: "So sad!"
"Nie Zhengdao: This matter must not be publicized. Only one person and one sword can succeed!"
The child said: "What courage!" followed by a golden sound.
"Nie Zheng entered Han's capital with a single sword and went straight into the prime minister's palace. He stabbed Han Lei on the steps. Everyone was shocked and gathered around. Nie Zheng killed dozens of people with one sword and one man!"
The golden sound kept coming. The child said: "What a martial arts skill!"
"The Korean soldiers gathered around, holding iron crossbows, but they did not fire!"
The child asked: "How's that?"
"Nie Zheng knew it was hard to get out, so he slashed his own face with a sword, gouged out his eyes, cut off his nose and ears, stabbed it into his stomach, and pulled hard, and his intestines flowed out!"
The child said: "How scary!"
"Nie Zheng did this, firstly, so that he would not be captured by the soldiers, and secondly, so that he would not be recognized and harm others..."
The child said: "What a thoughtful idea!"
"The King of Han offered a reward for anyone who could identify him. Nie Zheng's sister Nie Rong rushed to Handu, recognized Nie Zheng, and shouted: "This is Nie Zheng in the deep well! He shouted three times and died!"
The child made no sound again. There was silence for a long time before a slow golden sound came from the tent, lingering continuously!
Seeing that Lord Xinling still had his eyes slightly closed, the woman bowed her head and said, "What do you think, Master?"
Lord Xinling opened his eyes, clapped his knees with his hands and said, "Good, very good! But I don't know who I am studying under!"
The woman said: "I don't have any teachers, but I've heard people say it since I was a child, and I know it in my heart!"
"Oh——, who did you listen to when you were a child?"
"Hehe..." the woman laughed again, "There are not many people in the city who talk about the ancient ways and the modern times! I'm afraid the young master is bored here, so he has fun looking for a slave!"
"Is there one in this city?"
"We were here a few days ago. After the army arrived, they left more. I don't know if they are still there now."
"Only in this city? What about Daliang City?"
"Of course there is! Don't you know, Master!"
"No...no. You said Gu is so popular with me that you dare to invite me to my house!"
The woman was obviously taken aback: "No... I don't dare to serve a noble man, but a fight of millet is enough!"
Lord Xinling stretched out his hand to stop her: "The army is approaching, I'm going to the big tent. Please continue to look after Mr. Zheng, I will never let you down!" After saying this, he bowed deeply.
The woman quickly ducked aside without even saying she dared.
Lord Xinling stood up and bowed to say goodbye. The woman bowed her head in return, her face flushed.
