Yang Bing did not speak, but looked at Wan Qi Keer. This was the first time for Yang Bing to see such a heroic girl.
Ancient people did not have so many restrictions on age, so Wan Qi Ke'er is only about to turn eighteen now. Her face still has the childishness unique to teenagers, and her bright red lips are sweet and lovely. The unsmiling expression on his face looked extremely heroic, making people respect him from the bottom of his heart.
Wan Qi Ke'er didn't get a reply from Yang Bing, so she turned to look at Yang Bing, and happened to catch Yang Bing's eyes staring at her. There was a depth in his eyes that was not seen at this age. In addition, Yang Bing was naked at the moment. With that beautiful man's face on his upper body, Wan Qike'er actually felt that his face was a little hot.
But he quickly thought about Yang Bing's character, and his eyes revealed a sense of disgust.
"I've told you, I hope you can listen and live in the frontier for a few years. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what will happen on the battlefield." Wan Qike'er dropped this sentence After saying that, he stood up and left. When he stepped out of the room, he looked back at Yang Bing, only to see that Yang Bing was still looking at him.
Wan Qi Ker's cheeks turned slightly red: "Humph, a dog can't change its habit of eating shit!" After muttering in a low voice, Wan Qi Ker left the Prime Minister's Mansion.
"Interesting." Yang Bing chuckled and asked Ziyun to get him bath water, but Ziyun didn't move at the same place.
"Ziyun? What's wrong? Ziyun!"
"Hey, oh, Master, I'll get it right away." Ziyun reacted and ran out in a panic to get Yang Bing bath water.
At night, when Yang Bing was about to turn on the lamp and go to sleep, he heard someone opening the door to his room. He turned around and saw Ziyun timidly walking in. Without talking to Yang Bing, he started to take off his clothes very skillfully.
Recalling the memory, Yang Bing sighed again: It is really too sinful.
"Well, Ziyun, don't stay with me today. Go back to your own room." Yang Bing still couldn't bear to say.
Ziyun was frightened by Yang Bing's words, and quickly knelt on the ground and cried: "Master, Ziyun realizes his mistake. Please don't buy me, Master. I am willing to do anything. Master, Ziyun begs you."
Ziyun thought that Yang Bing didn't like Ziyun anymore and wanted to buy her. This kind of thing had never happened before. There were several maids before. When Yang Bing got tired of sleeping, he bought her directly into a brothel.
Compared to being bought into a brothel and facing different men every day, Ziyun would rather be tortured by Yang Bing alone.
"Well, that's not what I meant. It's just that you heard it this morning. I'm going to the border in three days. I don't want to do that kind of thing these days. Just go back to your room." Yang Bing explained. , saying that he was going to blow out the lamp.
Ziyun spoke again: "Master, I, I don't have my own room." She lowered her head and said.
Ziyun was bought into the Prime Minister's Mansion when he was seven years old. At that time, Yang Bing was ten years old and had already asked Ziyun to stay with him. However, at that time, Yang Bing had not done anything excessive to Ziyun. Individuals sleep on the same bed.
It wasn't until half a year ago that Yang Bing sold two maids who were worse looking than Ziyun to Zuihua House that he started to attack Ziyun.
Since then, Ziyun has not had a room of her own and has been living in Yang Bing's room.
Yang Bing patted his head: "What a sin."
"Then come up." Upon hearing Yang Bing's words, Ziyun's face showed a hint of joy after a disaster, and she stood up to continue taking off her clothes.
"Hey, hey, didn't you hear what I just said, just sleep." Yang Bing blew out the candle and lay down with his back to Ziyun.
Soon, the time came three days later. Yang Bing put on the heavy armor, slung the saber on his waist, and rode the horse prepared for him by Yang Xiyuan, followed by Ziyun who was also riding a horse.
This is what Yang Bing requested, because he knows that everyone in the family knows what Yang Bing did to Ziyun in the past, but they just don't tell it openly. As soon as he leaves Kyoto, Ziyun will Being bought into a dental shop, which is a place that specializes in buying and selling people.
Yang Bing couldn't bear the suffering of such a girl, so he proposed to take Ziyun with him. Yang Xiyuan didn't think much about it. After all, Yang Bing also needed someone to take care of him who understood him, so he agreed.
In the past few days, Ziyun also discovered that his young master was different from before, so he was very willing to follow Yang Bing, even to very dangerous border areas.
"Master, how long does it take for us to get to the border?" Ziyun was very happy along the way, because she had never experienced the perspective from horseback. In Ziyun's heart, anyone who can do it on horseback has the ability to do so. money man.
Yang Bing saw that the smile on Ziyun's face was much brighter, and the guilt in his heart was also much lighter. Although he did not do those things, he still had those memories.
"It will probably take more than twenty days." Yang Bing and the others arrived at the door of Wanqi's house.
Wanqi Shihui was the uncle of the state and the founding general who followed the founding emperor Zhu Yuanzhang. His rank in the court was even higher than that of Yang Xiyuan.
The Wanqi family's mansion was naturally extremely luxurious, and its facade was much larger than the Prime Minister's Mansion. At this time, a long group of soldiers, about five hundred in number, were lined up in front of the Wanqi family's house.
At the front of the team, Wan Qike'er was wearing silver armor and sitting on a horse with a black cape over his shoulders. He held a long spear tightly in his hand and exuded a domineering aura that shocked the heroes.
Wan Qike'er has practiced martial arts since she was a child, so her skin color does not look as fair as that of ordinary women, but a healthy wheat color. Her figure also looks very strong due to years of exercise, and she should be as fleshy as Ziyun. Where there is meat, there should be thinness.
The only difference between Ziyun and Wan Qi Ker is that Zi Yun looks like a delicate and carefree woman, while Wan Qi Ker looks like a modern female athlete, with her whole body full of athletic cells.
And generally noticed that the body of the long gun in Wan Qi Ke'er's hand is made of pure iron. A long gun weighs at least forty or fifty kilograms, but in Wan Qi Ke'er's hand it is like holding a Just like an ordinary stick.
Wan Qike'er saw Yang Bing coming. Yang Bing was also wearing a shining silver armor. He had a long sword on his waist. He was riding a horse with a serious expression and that face. A question arose in Wan Qike'er's heart: "Is this person really the dissolute Young Master? It doesn't look like that."
In addition, in Yang Bing's previous life, he had fifty or even fifty lives on his hands, so he had a faint murderous aura about him.
"Young Master Yang is here." Wan Qike'er thought about it, but still looked down on Yang Bing.
Yang Bing smiled slightly in his heart, clasped his fists and raised his hands: "General Wanqi, deputy general Yang Bing is here to return."
"Well, not bad, he looks a bit like a soldier." However, Wan Qi Ke'er saw Ziyun following Yang Bing, and the unhappy expression on his face showed again: "I didn't expect that Young Master Yang would still He really cherishes his subordinates, even taking his maid with him to the battlefield."
When Ziyun heard this, he immediately lowered his head in shame, fearing that his young master would be implicated because of him.
"The general is joking. This is Ziyun, the general's personal maid. She has lived with me since she was a child. When she learned that I was going to the frontier to defend our country, she clamored to follow her. My father is also an enlightened person and understands Ziyun. Yun's love to protect the Lord, so she asked me to take her with me." After Yang Bing finished speaking, he approached Wan Qi Ker and whispered quietly.
"Hmph, you're glib." Wan Qike'er didn't say anything. He threw a token to Yang Bing: "This is your general card. It is used to prove your identity. You have to keep it. People are here!"
"Yes!" Yang Bing took the trump card and put it away seriously.
What Wan Qi Ke'er didn't know was that it was this trump card that saved her life soon.
"The good nephew is here." A loyal voice came. Yang Bing followed the voice and saw a burly middle-aged man in court clothes walking over. He exuded an aura unique to a superior person.
The person who came was none other than Wan Qi Ke'er's father, Wan Qi Shihui. He had just returned from the court and happened to catch up with everyone setting off.
"Uncle Wanqi." Yang Bing called him respectfully, which made Wanqi Shihui look at him with admiration and laughed: "Hahaha, my eldest brother mentioned to me a few days ago that my nephew has become sensible and grown up. Now it turns out that it is true. It’s true!”
This Wanqi Shihui seems to be a heroic person, and he will say whatever he wants.
"Yang Bing did do some wrong things in the past few years. Now that my father is old, I don't want to worry my elders anymore. Besides, I also want to carve out a hegemonic career." Yang Bing said with a smile.
"Hahaha, okay, uncle is optimistic about you, but you still have to pay attention. The battlefield is not comparable to Kyoto. It is very dangerous there. If you have any questions, you can ask Ke'er. She naturally knows more about the battlefield than you." Wan Qi Shihui patted Yang Bing on the shoulder and smiled.
"Tch, you're just pretending. You don't know what it's like to be like this in front of others." Wan Qike'er felt very uncomfortable when she saw her father thinking so highly of Yang Bing.
After exchanging a few words, Wan Qike'er and Yang Bing led the team to set off, heading north towards the place where whipping was rampant.
And just after everyone left, Yang Xiyuan and a man wearing a black mask came down from the carriage where Wanqi Shihui had just been sitting in front of Wanqi's house. The three of them looked around and saw that there was no one around, and walked into Wanqi's house. Home.
"Brother, you are still thoughtful. I felt someone was staring at us just now." Wan Qi Shihui said to Yang Xiyuan seriously.
"Well, it seems they already think we are connected." Yang Xiyuan and Wan Qi Shihui walked into a secret room surrounded by the man with the mask.
Entering the secret room, the man took off his mask. Yang Xiyuan and Wan Qi Shihui quickly saluted: "Prince."
The man waved his hand: "In this case, don't stick to etiquette. The prime minister will invite you soon."
This man was Zhu Di, the prince of the current emperor Zhu Yuanzhang.
The two stood up, and Yang Xiyuan asked: "I wonder why Your Majesty risked his life to send you out of the palace at this time?"
There was a sadness in Zhu Di's eyes, but it quickly passed: "I believe the prime minister has noticed these days. Some people in the court are starting to make moves. Not long ago, my father received a secret letter from Jin Yiwei. Someone in the court secretly colluded with the Tatars in order to rebel and usurp the throne."
When Yang Xiyuan and Wan Qi Shihui heard this, their faces were filled with disbelief: "Is this, Prince, true?"
Zhu Di nodded: "My father has repeatedly sent Jinyi guards to investigate. It is indeed true, and it was also mentioned in the secret letter. They are likely to attack me first, so today my father will call you two to the nursing home after going to court." Heart Palace, let me disguise myself and follow you two out of the palace."
Indeed, after the court today, Wanqi Shihui and Yang Xiyuan were originally going to rush back to Wanqi's house to see off Wanqi Kerer and Yang Bing, but Zhu Yuanzhang called him to Yangxin Hall and handed the prince into their hands. , in order to take the true prince out of the palace, Zhu Yuanzhang can let go and find those people in the palace.
