"Since she is a hostage, capture her immediately and tie her up!" the Meng general standing at the head of the Meng king said sternly.

Like an honest person who is determined not to be moved by beauty.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he noticed Dou Ruyun's cold eyes on him.

Dou Ruyun's tone was cold and hard, and he said word for word: "Absolutely not."

It's okay if it doesn't work, he also wants to add the word "Jue".

The Meng general couldn't help but frown: "General Dou, why..."

Dou Ruyun had thought up his words early in the morning and said, "You know how much effort I spent to capture her from the strict guard and containment of Prince Xuan's personal guards."

"So what? Since you are dedicated to the king, we are free to deal with it."

Dou Ruyun sighed: "She grew up in Beijing. Do you know how delicate the women in Daliang Capital are?"

"I know." It was the King of the Meng clan who answered.

He stared at Xue Qingyin and said, "You will know it as soon as you see it today."

Dou Ruyun really couldn't bear it, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

He said solemnly: "What I want to tell the king is that not only can she not be tied up, but she must also be well fed and fed. Otherwise, she will die here in a few days. Wouldn't it be a waste of my efforts?"

"How much does King Xuan like his wife?" the Mon general asked.

How could Dou Ruyun know any better? But he still said: "Hold it in the palm of your hand and treat it like a pearl."

The Mon general asked, "What do you mean?"

Only then did Dou Ruyun remember that many of them were not proficient in Chinese and would not be able to understand something a little more formal. He could only say with a straight face: "I just like it very much."

The Meng general thought to himself for a moment and said: "Then if she dies, then King Xuan will have a mental breakdown, and he will just ask the national adviser to lead his army to take advantage of it..."

Dou Ruyun interrupted: "You don't understand King Xuan very well. Once a person dies, it will only arouse his crazy revenge. From now on, there will be no one to restrain him in the world..."

The Meng general frowned upon hearing this, obviously not knowing whether to believe Dou Ruyun's words.

Dou Ruyun reminded him gently at this time: "Think about Beidi."

The imperial court of Beidi was massacred. When this incident came out, it could be said that it shocked the world.

Regardless of whether it was in the north, east, south or west... they were all shaken by it for a long time.

So much so that even though the Mon people had already completed their unification, they still dared not invade Yizhou.

The Mon general said solemnly: "It's better to obey the king's orders."

Needless to say, the king of the Meng clan waved his hand and said: "Set up a separate tent for her and raise her up."

Dou Ruyun wanted to speak but stopped.

It's really... it's so smooth that it's a bit unexpected... This is the reason for the smoothness, which is a bit weird.

He is really worried now. When King Xuan picks up his sword to chop him, Princess Xuan may not be able to stop her!

The Mon general had no objection to the Mon king's order.

But when he saw the Mon king wanted to go down and help the people in person, he couldn't help but said: "Those are the hostages!"

How could the king help a hostage?

The Mon king said: "I know."

A look of regret quickly flashed across his eyes, and he didn't know whether it was regret that she was a hostage or regret that he couldn't help her.

After a while, two women appeared, dressed as slaves. They knelt in front of Xue Qingyin's carriage and asked her to get down.

They didn't know Xue Qingyin's identity, so they called her: "Guest, please."

Xue Qingyin reached out with one hand.

The skin of the slave woman is rough and glowing with red and black colors.

As soon as Xue Qingyin approached her, the other party noticed her tenderness and hurriedly withdrew his hand.

Xue Qingyin held the opponent's wrist and used her strength to get off the carriage.

The slave woman looked stunned, as if she had never seen a nobleman who was so easy to get along with, and her already red and black face suddenly turned redder.

The moment Xue Qingyin got off her horse, the hem of her skirt was stained with mud.

She was wearing a pale green dress, a goose-yellow shirt with sleeves, and a plain silk tie.

Picturesque.

The dirt suddenly looked much more unsightly.

The Mon general stared at it and couldn't help but ask: "Why is she not afraid at all?"

"Since she was a child, she has had chest pain and can't breathe when she's scared. So don't scare her." Dou Ruyun said seriously with a straight face.

Mon general: "..." Is the person kidnapped an ancestor?

"You can't do this, you can't do that, why are you kidnapped?" the Meng general said unhappily.

"Of course, I wait until the most critical moment to use it. The use of trump cards has been this way since ancient times, don't you know?"

The Mon general thought, is this something written in the Han’s art of war?

In order not to expose his shallow knowledge, the Mon general responded in a low voice: "Yes."

The new tent was quickly put up, and Xue Qingyin lived in it.

In order to prevent her from dying before the battle, the Mon people specially arranged two slave women to serve her.

One is called Yun Duo and the other is called A Zhuo.

It was the person who helped Xue Qingyin out of the carriage earlier.

They came to the newly set up tent and looked at Xue Qingyin cautiously.

Many porcelains from the Central Plains.

The princess who emerged from it is like the porcelain. It seems that it will break if touched.

"Have you eaten? I'm a little hungry." Xue Qingyin paused and added, "Can you understand me?"

"Yes." Yun Duo whispered, "I can understand some Yizhou dialect."

Xue Qingyin thought to herself, it seems that they have made a lot of preparations to invade Yizhou. Most of the Mon people have specially learned the Mandarin of Daliang and even the Yizhou dialect.

"Maybe... you don't like to eat." Azhuo said softly from the side, looking a little embarrassed.

"Let's give it a try first."

"yes."

Azhuo responded and went to look for food, and Yun Duo stayed beside Xue Qingyin to serve him.

Yun Duo couldn't understand why she wasn't afraid at all. Didn't they say that the women of Liang Dynasty were weak and could be bullied? She looked very weak, but she couldn't be bullied at all.

Half an hour later, the food of the Meng people was presented to Xue Qingyin.

She picked up her chopsticks and took a bite... "It tastes really bad!"

Thinking about the food of the Liang Dynasty, she was not used to it because it was very different from that of later generations, let alone the Mon people.

Azhuo and his wife were immediately at a loss, and they didn't know how to take care of this delicate beauty.

Xue Qingyin pushed the dishes towards them with her backhand: "Do you want to eat?"

Their eyes widened, and desire suddenly appeared in their eyes.

Saliva is secreted in the mouth, and the throat becomes dry and tight.

Where did the slaves eat anything good? It was a great blessing to be able to eat enough and not be thrown into the cattle pen or sheep pen without arms and legs.

But they still shook their heads.

Xue Qingyin looked at their faces.

He shouldn't be old, but his appearance is somewhat inconsistent with his age.

She smiled and said: "I reward you, do you know what the reward means?"

They nodded cautiously.

Xue Qingyin first waved to Yun Duo: "Come here."

Yun Duo walked closer and knelt down.

Is it because she didn't follow this noble person and she was going to be punished? She thought in fear.

Xue Qingyin grabbed a piece of beef that was boiled in water without any seasoning.

The piece of beef was as big as a fist, and Xue Qingyin knew at one glance that she couldn't bite it.

There is no Guizhou chili noodles for dipping, so how do you eat this?

Xue Qingyin tore it into strips with difficulty.

He stuffed it into Yunduo's mouth with his backhand.
To be continued...