I will save you even if it means dying.
This simple sentence almost moved Xiao Zhao to tears on the spot. She had a man who loved her and a group of sisters who were willing to help her. At that moment, Xiao Zhao even thought that she was the happiest woman in the world.
"Sister, don't hesitate and don't think about things that you shouldn't think about. It's settled. Tomorrow night is when we leave here. I have hardly slept these days. From now on, I will rest in your boudoir. After all, you are the saint of the Persian Ming Cult. Try not to let others enter this room."
As he spoke, Long Gui took off his shoes and lay down on the bed beside him with a calm expression.
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Looking at the other side, at this moment, Zhou Zhiruo and Qianye were in one group, and Yu Fei and Aoi were in another group. The four of them dressed up as Persian noble ladies, with veils on their faces and silk wrapped around their bodies. They carefully shuttled through the streets and alleys of the Persian imperial capital.
"Sister Zhou, what do you think of the clothes we are wearing now?"
Zhou Zhiruo glanced at the pieces of silk draped over her body; "This, can this be called clothes?"
"Aren't these just a few pieces of cloth? Clothes should be the same as what women in our Ming Dynasty wear, but what are we wearing now? We can't even stretch our legs."
Qianye smiled and said, "The clothing of Persian women is indeed inconvenient for us. However, my sister thought that although we don't like it, His Majesty may like it. We will find an opportunity in the future to let His Majesty try the exotic style."
After hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo's face was full of confusion: "Exotic? What exotic?"
Zhou Zhiruo's face was full of confusion the moment before, but the next moment, she understood what Qianye meant. She was too familiar with Qianye's eyes at this moment. It was a look that was full of fantasies about her man.
"Sister Zhou, I have thought it through. Next time when I am with His Majesty, I will dress myself up as the Queen of Persia. I will pretend to be reluctant, I will resist, I will not obey. I want to let His Majesty know that not all women obey him. I want him to experience a different kind of happiness."
Zhou Zhiruo was stunned when she heard this. She was a smart woman, and four words instantly appeared in her mind: role-playing.
Although Zhou Zhiruo had a veil on her face, she still felt her cheeks burning with shame: "You, what are you thinking about? We came out to do things, not for you to play role-playing games."
"Role-playing?" Qianye couldn't help but covered his mouth and chuckled: "Hahaha, Sister Zhou, actually I was just thinking about finding a word to describe what I want to do, but I couldn't think of an appropriate word after thinking for a long time. But Sister Zhou is different. The word "role-playing" from Sister Zhou is so appropriate."
"Next time, next time I will wear this dress and play the role of a chaste heroine, a Persian queen who is about to die for her country, and I guarantee that Your Majesty will be satisfied."
Zhou Zhiruo was completely speechless. Although she had always held a contemptuous attitude towards such things, she also knew that Zhang Wuji would definitely have a great interest in this so-called role-playing, and once this interest was developed, it would be difficult to quit.
What if he forces me to play some roles? My acting skills are not up to par.
"No," Zhou Zhiruo said without hesitation: "Qianye, can you be serious? You used to be a queen. Why are you thinking about such messy things in your mind?"
"You, you can't do this. What kind of role-playing is this? If you let that enemy develop any bad habits, you will drag the other sisters into trouble along with you."
"Besides, if you want to play a role in that kind of thing, who can you play better than? You want to play a chaste and heroic woman, can you play it better than me? You want to play the queen of the Persians, don't forget there is Zhao Linger. Although you were also a queen, she was a natural queen. You want to play a princess, don't forget that Zhang Wuji has Sarina by his side. You want to play a wandering knight, but Yu Fei has been wandering in the world for more than ten years."
"Who can you play better than me?"
"I'm telling you, get rid of this dirty idea as soon as possible."
Qianye Kong was stunned on the spot, but after thinking about it, she said to Zhou Zhiruo: "Sister Zhou, in fact, we are at least 70% similar. With the veil on and without speaking, His Majesty may not be able to tell us apart from ten feet away. Do you think that if I dress myself up like you, will it bring some freshness to His Majesty?"
This time, it was Zhou Zhiruo who was stunned: "You, what did you say? You want to dress up like me? You, can't you have a healthier mind? You were a queen after all, where is your nobility? Where is your reserve? Can you act a little like a queen?"
Qianye looked at Zhou Zhiruo and laughed shamelessly: "Sister Zhou, now there are only two sisters like you and me, so I won't pretend with you. In fact, I never liked my previous identity as the queen. No matter what I did, I had to put on airs, and I was not happy at all. But since I came to you, my mentality has changed."
"I can be myself. I have already thought about the role-playing. Sister Zhou can't interfere even if she wants to. I don't believe that you can still hit me like you did when we first met when I am like this now."
Qianye's words made Zhou Zhiruo recall the past. During the naval battle with Japan, Zhao Min and Yu Fei captured Qianye alive. Afterwards, Zhao Min said that Qianye looked at least 70% similar to herself. In order to verify the authenticity, she went to meet Qianye. However, she didn't know why, but she beat Qianye half to death when she met her for the first time. As for now, Qianye has become Zhang Wuji's woman, and she has also made considerable contributions in this war against Persia. It is impossible for her to beat her like before.
Zhou Zhiruo was speechless for a moment: "Qianye, I really won't hit you. You are all Zhang Wuji's women, and I can't do it. But you also have to be persistent and stop thinking about those messy things. I will never accept the kind of role-playing you want, and I will never let you do it. I feel shy just thinking about it. There are no messy things allowed in our Ming Dynasty harem."
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