Chapter 13

Wang Zhaojun stared at Jiang Kang's face and shook his head. His voice was soft but firm.

"No, I won't go. I'm going out!"

Jiang Kang was so stupid that he almost fell off his horse.

He wanted to pull the woman's clothes, preferably the one in front of his chest. It would be better if he could pull farther and put his head in the past.

Then his head looked down at a 45 degree angle. With the torn Palace Dress collar, he shouted at the inside: "fart, it's almost the same in the middle!"

But he didn't do so. First, he still had a bottom line of conscience. Second, those black armour soldiers would fight with him.

At the same time, he also wondered whether Wang Zhaojun would explode in the small universe when he was angry, turning him into an ice sculpture here.

He doesn't know all this.

"Still out now? It's all like this. More than two-thirds of the people and horses are dead, and all the tributes are gone! " Jiang Kang tries to keep his voice calm.

Wang Zhaojun's eyes suddenly became a little red. He raised his head and stared at Jiang Kang's special eyes and said, "as long as I'm here, other tributes don't matter!"

Jiang Kang was stunned. After a long time, he said, "do you like going to the north desert so much to be the wife of liucang radical?"

"Who would like a person who has never seen, or a murderer outside?"

Wang Zhaojun's unwilling voice came into Jiang Kang's ears, making him begin to analyze Xiang Yu's memory in his mind.

The northern desert of the world is like the Xiongnu of the earth. They ride fast horses and get involved in the rich empire of the Qin dynasty like a whirlwind, and then leave like a whirlwind. They bring only blood and bodies, but food and women.

North desert, these two words are equal to disaster; Beimo people are almost equal to man eating beasts in the consciousness of Daqin people.

He hasn't studied the question of whether to vomit bones or not.

However, Xiang Yu's memory is a little too far. His own memory of Beimo people is like this.

"It is tall, strong and has blood like soup. It can be killed and eaten!"

A cold sweat.

Jiang Kang shook his body like a pendulum and asked, "then why are you still going?"

"How can I not go!?"

In a word, Wang Zhaojun blocked Jiang Kang's words back.

He is not a person in this world. He doesn't have much sense of belonging to this world. Even now, he feels that he is in a game or a special dream.

But now he doesn't think so. It seems to be a real world.

Although the people here are not earth people, they are no different from Earth people.

The woman in front of him is beautiful, cold and noble. At the same time, she has a heart of fraternity. Fraternity can give up herself and the happiness of her life.

Jiang Kang can only use two words to describe this kind of person and character.

Great.

Jiang Kang is not a great man. He thinks that if he crosses, he should live happily. Of course, coming to the king's mainland is the first and second sister to live.

He admires great people. He can't do it himself, but he can't stop others from doing great things?

No, he will stop it, but he hasn't found the right reason and time yet.

Anyway, there was a thought in his heart that he was going to decide this woman!

Cold women are hard to deal with, especially when this woman still has great attributes.

Jiang Kang chose to use the delaying strategy: "it's OK to go out of the frontier, but we must avoid it now. If the horse thief comes again, it's hard for us to resist. At that time, it's a luxury for you to be the emperor of the northern desert. I'm afraid you're going to be the village pressing lady on the snow field."

"You'll stab him!"

"I only have one gun!"

"Mr. Jiang, there are people in the rear!" A black armour army came. This is Jiang Kang's whistle.

"Everybody listen, pack up and go!"

He didn't intend to waste saliva here. He hugged Wang Zhaojun in his arms and rushed forward with his horse.

"Put me down!"

"Don't let go!"

"If I don't let go, I'll kill myself!"

"Suicide, how did you get out?"

“。。。”

"Princess!"

The people in the back were surprised for a while, then they came back and followed up one after another with things.

Many people died in the war, but there were many horses. The black armour army hung their food and clothing on the horse's back, and followed their figure to catch up.

Jiang Kang ran along the road of dawn. The horse's hooves cluttered and threw Wang Zhaojun up, constantly destroying his patience.

Man is a strange creature. The colder he is, the more noble she is. When you lie in his arms, the more he wants to conquer.

"I didn't expect you to be so timid."

Wang Zhaojun is still resisting. She thinks Jiang Kang is going to take her back to Daqin and cancel the way out of the fortress.

"Yes, if I'm brave enough, I've brought you to justice!"

Jiang Kang bit his teeth, took a breath of the cold on the ice sheet, and suppressed the beating flame in his lower abdomen.

He ran along the road and went up the original cliff again. Jiang Kang stopped his horse.

Wang Zhaojun woke up at this time. He really didn't want to escape, otherwise there was no need to go to a dead end.

"Wait for the people in the back to come. This place is good. One side is a cliff. Don't worry about someone copying it from the back."

Jiang Kang got off his horse and almost put his hand on the beautiful leg. He was slapped open by Wang Zhaojun.

"Cut off your hand carefully!"

"Can't you touch it?"

"Would you like to ask the emperor in Xianyang?" Wang Zhaojun stared at him.

Jiang Kang smiled, shook his hand and said, "forget it. I can't bear the little temper of Ying Zheng. Wait a while."

"How can you disrespect the emperor?" Wang Zhaojun was a little unhappy.

"He is not my emperor." Jiang Kang said.

"Are you a member of Datang?"

"No."

"Where are you from?"

"I'm Chinese!" Jiang Kang said firmly.

"Chinese? I haven't heard of China. " Wang Zhaojun was aroused curiosity.

"A big country." Jiang Kang smiled and couldn't help thinking of his world.

"Maybe it's big, but the king mainland has no stronger country than Daqin." Wang Zhaojun said.

"If Daqin is strong, why compromise with the northern desert?"

Wang Zhaojun snorted, and his voice was cold to the extreme.

"The northern desert is vast and sparsely populated. Most people live on horseback. They are good at riding and shooting. They often invade our border, but they dare not face the enemy. Whenever Da Qin raised his troops, they retreated.

When my army comes back, they go out again. They are like sneaky thieves. Why talk about being strong! "

"Then Daqin is still not as strong as China." Jiang Kang smiled proudly.