Chapter 71: Draw Eyebrows for You All My Life

Outside the city of Bianliang.

Wanyan Zongmou rode on his horse, gazing at the city of Bianliang from afar. He was silent, remaining silent all the time.

Snowflakes started floating in the sky again, falling on his cold gaze, and the conditions became increasingly unfavorable.

So many unexpected things had happened along the way, so many that he almost felt like fate was deliberately against him, sending such a lunatic to line up against him. It was like I was playing top lane with Crocodile, and you were playing against Teemo. You couldn't force a kill because the tower had so much health.

He wanted to drink, but there was no wine.

Wanyan Zongmou looked at the gold, silver and jewelry that filled the tent, and his expression eased a little. If you don't consider ideals, having money can also make people happy. This is the happiness of having nothing to lose.

Life has no meaning, so we can only pursue material things to enjoy life.

I just want to say that the decline is really fast.

A cold look flashed across Wanyan Zongwang's eyes, and he turned his horse around and said to the guards behind him, "Retreat!"

The guards all looked miserable.

retreat……

They left behind more than 20,000 corpses and consumed tens of thousands of horses, but ended up retreating in disgrace.

Retreat is a shame.

At this moment, Wanyan Zongmou raised his head and shouted again: "Retreat!"

Fast horses galloped back and forth between countless tents, and the order to retreat was given.

Countless Tatars didn't know whether to feel relieved or sad and angry.

But they had no choice but to start packing their bags. Actually... they didn't have much to pack.

They mounted their horses one by one. The horses looked a little tired. Obviously... they, like their owners, were a little lacking in interest.

So, the Jin soldiers began to retreat, winding northward like a long snake.

There was no mysterious trick. Wanyan Zongmou never wanted to come to the Song Dynasty again.

"You bastard, never see you again!" Wanyan Zongmou muttered to himself, then spurred his horse and rode towards the north.

The mighty cavalry began to return along the same route and disappeared in the vast snow.

Little did they know that Wanyan Zongwang's evil deeds had just begun. Under Qin Hui's instigation, Tang Huai opened the door to a new world and set traps for the Jin soldiers along the way.

Following the traces of the two men heading north, the anti-Jin force was like a spark, quietly accumulating strength.

On the defense line of Bianliang City, the soldiers defending the city were so excited that their faces flushed: "God bless us, we survived, we survived."

"I saw it clearly and heard it clearly. The Jin soldiers have withdrawn and the city of Bianliang has been saved."

"Bianliang City is saved!"

Countless people cheered, countless people cried, and shed tears of joy.

Li Gang suppressed his inner excitement, put on a calm expression, and made a gesture to everyone.

"Good news! Go and tell His Majesty the good news." An official guarding the city shouted loudly, his excitement beyond words.

Li Gang could no longer remain calm. Announce the good news, that was also a contribution. He pulled the man behind him and said, "I will go and announce the good news myself."

"Speaking of which, these past few days, I've shot and killed over fifty Jin soldiers. Although I didn't get their heads, the merit recorder recorded them all in my little notebook. Each Jin soldier is worth twenty taels, so wouldn't these fifty or so be worth over a thousand taels?"

"I'm rich, I'm rich!"

After making this calculation, the soldiers guarding the city seemed to have suddenly entered the ranks of well-off families.

Thirty taels of silver for an acre of land is almost enough to make a small fortune outside the city.

Moreover, in addition to money, there is also promotion in position. It seems that no matter how you look at it, you will make money. As long as you are alive, you are a winner.

"I killed twenty of them, and I have four hundred taels."

"Only twenty, what are you so proud of? I killed thirty-five and got seven hundred taels of silver, almost half as much as you did. Am I too proud?"

"So what if you have more than me? You're married now, so you still have to hand it over when you get home. I'm a bachelor, and I earn money and spend it all by myself."

“…”

"Brother, you are my real brother, please take care of me."

…

In Funing Palace, Zhao Huan was rarely reviewing memorials. Now that the Jin army had withdrawn, he could relax a little and spend some time with Zhu Lian.

Zhu Lian sat in front of the dressing mirror, and Zhao Huan stood behind her holding a wooden comb, combing her hair gently.

The afternoon light streamed in from the window, illuminating Zhu Lian's flawless face and her snow-white hair. Zhao Huan's eyes were filled with pity. "It's only been one night, and your hair has turned white! God is so unfair. You only see your black hair turning white, but not your white hair turning black. You're still in your prime."

Zhu Lian smiled when she heard this: "I think white looks good too."

There is my shadow in your eyes, and my eyes are all about you.

Five minutes later, Zhu Lian interrupted this beautiful scene and said, "Sir, if you keep going like this, you're going to make my hair into a mess."

Zhao Huan smiled awkwardly: "This hairstyle is not my forte. I can braid pigtails. How about I give you two pigtails? It will have a unique sense of age and will definitely look good."

Another ten minutes later, Zhu Lian stared at Zhao Huan angrily: "What kind of pigtail is that? It looks like a scorpion's tail. It doesn't look good at all."

"Don't worry, don't worry, I can also do this, the Lingyun bun, which is the exclusive hairstyle of the queen."

…

Ten minutes later, Zhao Huan handed the comb to Zhu Lian: "I was wrong, I was wrong, don't be angry."

Zhao Huan picked up an eyebrow pencil from the dressing table and tested the feel of it. "I swear, I'm absolutely serious about drawing my eyebrows. I can also sing. If you don't believe me, just listen."

My dear, I would like to draw eyebrows for you

Let your deep eyes no longer be filled with tears

My dear, I would like to draw eyebrows for you

Let your slender shoulders no longer bear the burden of regret

My dear, I would like to draw eyebrows for you

Let your long hair no longer be filled with heartbreak

Draw eyebrows for you, draw eyebrows for you

I want to draw the most beautiful rose in the world

Make her feel ashamed in front of you

I want to draw the most romantic meeting in the world

Let me fall asleep in your tenderness

Draw eyebrows for you, draw eyebrows for you

I will never feel tired even if I paint for my whole life

I'll paint you for my whole life, and I still think you are the most beautiful

Zhu Lian was mesmerized by what she heard. She sat quietly, her eyes as gentle as water, and the beautiful time in her eyes was like a dream. No one knew what she was thinking.

At this moment, Zhao Huan was a man lovingly painting eyebrows for his wife in her boudoir.

It took a little longer, a quarter of an hour, before Zhu Lian woke up from her aesthetic mood. Looking at the two playful and cute little turtles on her delicate face, she burst into laughter.

"I'll hit you, I'll hit you, you only know how to bully me."

Zhu Lian's pink and soft little hands kept tapping Zhao Huan's chest.

The joy of the boudoir is not something that can be told to outsiders.

[Author's note: The original text was about the female knight's victory, but you know how it got blocked, so I'll just keep it romantic.]

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