Zhao Min knew what Ashilan was thinking at the moment from the obscene look in his eyes.
Compared with Emperor Shun of Yuan Dynasty, Asilan's wretched appearance is even worse.
Zhao Min thought to herself, "You look like this, and you still want me to give you a favor? I'll probably just give you a sword."
Although she thought so in her heart, Zhao Min did not say it out loud.
She still smiled and said, "Your Highness, I, the Queen Mother, have been traveling for days, working day and night, and finally arrived at the Dragon City that you have not yet conquered."
"This Queen Mother is a little tired, and the 100,000 troops I brought are also a little tired. I will not go to your tent tonight. If there is anything, we can talk about it tomorrow."
After saying this, Zhao Min turned and left.
Aslan looked at her back and was so excited that he could hardly contain himself.
"She is so beautiful. How could such a beautiful woman be a widower? I guess Emperor Shun of Yuan Dynasty just couldn't afford such a beautiful woman."
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The incompetent Asilan lost almost half of his 250,000-strong army and still failed to capture Dragon City.
But he had actually started fantasizing about their future happy sex life from the first moment he saw Zhao Min.
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After Zhao Min returned to her army, she said to Wang Baobao who was waiting there, "General Wang, set up our camp ten miles behind Ashilan's army. The army has been marching north from the south of the Yangtze River for nearly twenty days. Let's rest for one night. Tomorrow night, I will settle the accounts with Ashilan."
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For Zhao Min, she had already had the intention to kill Ashilan before her army entered the pass. Now, Ashilan himself was very close to her. If she didn't kill this waste, it would be a shame for all her troubles along the way.
Duan Zihao on the side said: "Queen Dowager, in my opinion, there is no capable person in the Asilan army. If Your Majesty Dowager can't think of a method that is too legitimate, I am willing to go to his tent at night."
Zhao Min hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she waved her hand: "Forget it, I'll think about it again. We must try our best to make this matter beautiful. After all, that idiot still has hundreds of thousands of troops in his hands."
"If someone finds out, it might cause an unnecessary commotion."
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night.
After Zhao Min returned to her tent, she slowly took off her red makeup.
At this moment, there was only a layer of gauze left on Zhao Min's body.
She was so beautiful that it seemed as if she was not from this world.
Her skin was like a piece of beautiful jade, every inch of it was flawless. Her long legs were as straight as chopsticks, and her feet were white with a rosy glow. What made her look even better was that there were several light green blood vessels on her feet, which were the finishing touch.
Even Zhou Zhiruo would feel inferior to such a beauty.
After many days of running around, Zhao Min was already a little tired.
She stretched lazily first, her willow-like waist could be held in one hand, and the two little watermelons on her chest turned into a more attractive curve with her deep breath.
The beauty is so beautiful that no one has been qualified to appreciate it so far.
After stretching, Zhao Min took the sword of the Heavenly Sword and lay down on a simple bed made of wooden boards.
There was only a thin quilt on the bed.
Zhao Min muttered "It's so cold" a few times and then quickly got into bed.
She held the Sword of the Heavenly Sword in her arms. It was not that she loved the sword very much, but it was just a habit she had developed over the years.
There must be a suitable weapon within reach, only then can Zhao Min sleep peacefully.
But that night, even though Zhao Min held the sword of the Heavenly Sword in her arms, she still couldn't fall asleep.
In the past few hours, Zhao Min had thoroughly investigated Ashilan.
Zhao Min had heard about Ashilan's lust a long time ago, but what she could not have imagined was that even when he was marching to war, Ashilan would bring dozens of women with him.
"Dozens of women?" Zhao Min suddenly thought of something.
"Yes, I heard that Ashilan also had the habit of taking red pills. So Ashilan overdosed on the medicine and died on a woman's belly, just like Emperor Shun of Yuan Dynasty."
"Ha ha ha ha……".
After Zhao Min laughed a few times, she ran off the bed and began to search through her red dress.
Sure enough, there was a small bottle in the pocket of the red dress, but the thing in the bottle was not a red pill, but a tonic pill that Han Yulou personally made for Zhao Min.
Han Yulou once told Zhao Min that this medicine was not a good thing. It could only be taken one or two pills at the most critical moment of life and death. After taking this medicine, people could temporarily forget fatigue and pain, but after the effect of the medicine wore off, life or death would depend on fate.
Zhao Min looked at the small bottle in front of her and thought to herself, "The red pill can make people promiscuous, but the medicine in my hand can make people forget fatigue and pain."
"If these two medicines are combined, the result you want should appear."
After thinking of this, Zhao Min burst into laughter again, but this time her laughter was mixed with a slightly obscene expression.
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After thinking of a way to deal with Ashilan, Zhao Min quickly fell asleep peacefully.
She slept soundly that night, but it was different for Ashilan in another tent.
At this moment, Ashilan is still busy.
After meeting Zhao Min today, Ashilan could no longer suppress his admiration for her.
In order to relieve the pain of missing his lover, Ashilan could only do that with dozens of his women for several hours after taking two red pills.
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Asilan's cultivation lasted a whole night.
Although the people in front of him were all vulgar women, his mind was already filled with the image of Zhao Min.
The lustful Ashilan has already imagined all the specific details and scenes in his mind.
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