After hearing this, Qianye Kong just thought that the two sisters were trying to show that they had followed the right person.
In the face of great victory, a little bit of suffering doesn’t matter.
The Ming army was invincible, and even though their living conditions were a little worse, they could still sleep peacefully. But what about him? Being threatened by Zhao Min and being guarded by Hirohito, he was truly walking on thin ice every day.
"Master, please change your clothes first. His Majesty and the ladies don't like the attire of Japanese women. Now that things have come to this, we must do something to please His Majesty and the ladies."
"At the very least, we have to make His Majesty look favorably upon us."
It was not until this time that Chiba Sora took a closer look at Longze and Aoi.
At this moment, both of them were wearing long skirts on the lower body and a neat little blouse on the upper body, without any extra fabric at the cuffs. Qianye Kong had seen this kind of clothes before, and it was somewhat similar to the dress of the Hu women in the Middle-earth world.
In addition, both of them were wearing a pair of red embroidered shoes, which seemed to have mandarin ducks embroidered on them with gold thread. The bun on their heads had also changed from the complicated bun they had in Japan to a simple braid now. At first glance, they looked quite capable.
It was not until this time that Qianye Kongfang thought of something: "You, it seems that the women around Zhang Wuji are all dressed like this?"
"Even Queen Zhao Linger is no exception."
Long Ze smiled and said, "That's true. On the battlefield, the simpler something is, the more practical it is. When my sister Aoi and I were in Japan, we were just playthings of Hirohito Hiroichi."
"But it's different in the Ming Dynasty. Women in the Ming Dynasty can be officials and fight in the battlefield. As long as you have the ability and want to do that thing, nine out of ten times you can do it."
Aoi also quickly said: "That's true. Take the women around His Majesty for example. They are all very beautiful, but it's just a coincidence. The sisters are all people with excellent cultivation. They can go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and lead troops to fight. There is nothing that the sisters can't do."
"It's just a pity that we were born in the wrong place. If we could be with His Majesty earlier, at least we could waste fewer years of our youth."
After hearing this, Qianye Kong was speechless.
Whenever Longze and Aoi mentioned Zhang Wuji, they looked naive, as if they had never seen a man in their lifetime.
However, although she thought so in her heart, Qianye Kong still couldn't say anything. After all, she couldn't guarantee that she would become a woman like them in the future.
…
About two quarters of an hour later, Longze, Aoi, and Qianye Kong returned to Zhang Wuji again.
At this moment, Zhang Wuji was no longer on the third line of city defense, but walked down the city defense and reunited with Zhao Min.
"Your Majesty," Qianye Kong called out timidly and embarrassedly.
Since she was not Zhang Wuji's woman, she slowly knelt down.
Zhang Wuji looked back and said: "Stand up. Respect is something that only needs to be in your heart. There is no need to show it all the time. I don't like women kneeling to me."
Zhou Zhiruo, who was standing by, frowned when she heard this. She just thought that Zhang Wuji was a lustful man. Before Qianye Kong even took off her clothes, he had already started to feel sorry for her.
However, when Qianye Kong stood up, both Zhang Wuji and the women present were stunned involuntarily.
At this moment, Qianye Kong had changed into the same clothes as the other women present, all of which were the attire of Ming Dynasty women. The lower body was a long skirt, the upper body was a fitted blouse, and on the feet were a pair of embroidered shoes.
Her hair was tied into a simple braid, but that was not the main point. The main thing was that her face, coupled with her outfit, actually had some of Zhou Zhiruo's flavor.
A light breeze blew by, and a few scattered strands of hair at Qianye Kong's temples were gently blown up. Under the illumination of the morning sun, it actually gave people an irresistible sense of beauty, and even in a trance, gave people the appearance of a shy fairy.
Zhao Min laughed and said, "Hahahaha, when I dealt with you, the Queen of Japan, I felt that you were somewhat similar to the vixen Zhou Zhiruo. Otherwise, I might not have been so cruel. Now that you have changed into the clothes of a Ming Dynasty woman, you are even more charming. Look at the vixen next to me. Do you think you two look somewhat similar?"
Qianye Kong looked at Zhou Zhiruo in surprise, while Zhou Zhiruo had already turned her gaze to Zhao Min: "You Mongolian fox, what do you mean?"
"When you were dealing with her, you were thinking of me. Didn't that mean you mistook her for me? What did I do to offend you that made you so vicious?"
Zhao Min was too lazy to pay attention to Zhou Zhiruo, but Zhang Wuji said in a somewhat foolish manner: "There are indeed some similarities."
"Zhang Wuji, you...!" Zhou Zhiruo was obviously so angry that she was speechless.
Zhang Wuji quickly said: "Zhiruo, don't misunderstand me. You should know that you are unique in my heart and no one can replace you."
Only after Zhang Wuji said this did Zhou Zhiruo give up the urge to continue pestering him.
But even so, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but feel a little more hostile when she looked at Qianye Kong. Before, she just thought that Qianye Kong looked a little ugly in a kimono and wooden clogs, but now it seemed even uglier.
…
After the great victory, the Ming army soldiers had already carried out the killing and elimination of the Japanese troops in the city in an orderly manner.
Their high morale made the Japanese feel unprecedented despair. Of course, this despair was not only reflected in the ordinary Japanese soldiers and civilians. In comparison, even more desperate were the Japanese nobles, powerful officials, and Hirohito himself.
You know, they have been in a high and mighty position for so many years, and have never thought that they would be hunted down.
A lone Japanese minister shouted loudly: "Don't kill me, don't kill me. My family is rich, and I have several concubines in their prime. As long as the Ming army masters don't kill me, I am willing to give all those things to you."
Even though he begged desperately, the Japanese minister was still greeted with a cold butcher knife: "Damn it, I'll kill you, and all those things in your house are also mine."
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