Zhou Zhiruo gave Zhang Wuji a fierce look and said, "I don't want anything that Zhao Min has used."
Zhang Wuji said helplessly: "Zhiruo, you can refuse things used by Zhao Min, but this sword is not Zhao Min's. Your master used it for a longer time back then. Now it is back in your hands, so it can be considered as returning it to its original owner."
"Zhiruo, please give me a little favor and accept it."
After hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo rolled her eyes at Zhang Wuji again: "Do you think this is a slap in the face followed by a sweet date?"
Zhang Wuji said: "Nonsense, I can give you countless sweet dates, but when have I ever slapped you in the face?"
"I can't bear to touch even a hair of yours, let alone such a beautiful face like yours."
Zhou Zhiruo was amused by the sweet words again and laughed: "You, the only thing left is your mouth, which is still okay."
Although somewhat reluctant, Zhou Zhiruo still took the sword.
After all, it is a peerless divine weapon. No matter how unsightly it looks, it is still better than the one I have now.
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After accepting the surrender that day, Zhang Wuji dealt with many matters.
The 60,000 troops outside the city have surrendered. If you want to use them for your own purposes, you must do a good job of appeasing them.
Zhang Wuji provided everything including food, herbs and other things.
…
That night, Zhou Zhiruo lied that she was not feeling well, so Zhang Wuji chose to spend the night in Yang Buhui's room.
These past few days, Yang Buhui was extremely happy. The most important thing was that Xiao Yuxiao returned safely, which finally made Yang Buhui feel relieved.
Therefore, Yang Buhui was being exceptionally attentive today.
"Brother Wuji, tonight, just let yourself go, I will follow you."
"As long as you are happy, I can do anything."
Yang Buhui is no longer a girl. Although she has been married for only a short time, the tenderness between her eyebrows has become more and more heart-warming.
Seeing such a beauty, Zhang Wuji was naturally ecstatic.
He immediately pulled Yang Buhui into his arms and said, "Sister Buhui, this is what you said. No matter what happens tonight, you are not allowed to beg for mercy."
Yang Buhui said tenderly: "Who asked for mercy? It's not a big deal. I just don't believe that my brother Wuji would be willing to kill me?"
Faced with this blatant provocation, Zhang Wuji finally couldn't bear it anymore. Yang Buhui's tone was a complete trampling on a man's dignity. If Zhang Wuji couldn't retaliate, wouldn't it be too unfair to the current atmosphere?
The long skirt on Yang Buhui slowly fell to the ground...
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Zhang Wuji's life has reached an unprecedented height. With power in his hands, although he has not yet unified the world, he has finally reached a state of being on par with Zhu Yuanzhang. Even his territory north of the Yellow River is not as rich as Zhu Yuanzhang's in the south of the Yangtze River, and the population under his command is not as large as Zhu Yuanzhang's, but at least now, there are only two of them who can compete for the pinnacle of power in the world.
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On the other side, when Zhang Wuji started to have fun, Zhou Zhiruo came to another place.
She lied to Zhang Wuji, saying that she was not feeling any discomfort.
Zhou Zhiruo made a great effort to tell this lie that hurt the enemy by a thousand and herself by eight hundred.
Otherwise, she would be the one with Zhang Wuji tonight.
This is a small house, which is quite clean, but there are more guards around. This is the house that Zhao Linger found for Zhao Min.
From today on, Zhao Min will be considered a hostage staying with Zhang Wuji.
With her in hand, the 60,000 troops outside the city will not cause any big waves.
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"Who are you? The people imprisoned here are the remnants of the Yuan court. All outsiders, please leave immediately."
A sudden scolding disrupted Zhou Zhiruo's thoughts.
Zhou Zhiruo said angrily: "I want to go in and see Zhao Min. I wonder if I am considered an outsider?"
The guard of the mansion took a few steps forward and took a closer look, but was frightened: "It turned out to be Madam Zhou, I was mistaken, you are not an outsider at all, you can come to a place like this whenever you want."
Zhou Zhiruo said softly: "Okay, then I will go in. The soldiers are working hard to keep watch, so there is no need to follow me. The grudge between Zhao Min and I has been going on for many years. Tonight, I want to have a good talk with her."
The guard could naturally understand what Zhou Zhiruo meant: "Don't worry, Madam Zhou, we will never disturb you. However, if any difficult situation arises, you can just shout and we will rush to your side as soon as possible."
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After saying a few words to the guards near the mansion, Zhou Zhiruo walked into the mansion alone.
It is very quiet in here. The once majestic empress of the Yuan Dynasty is now the only one left.
Inside the house, among the many rooms, only one room had candles lit.
Zhou Zhiruo was also not polite. She kicked the door open.
Looking around, the furniture was simple, with only a table, a chair, and a bed.
Zhou Zhiruo did not notice Zhao Min, but she found that the quilt was bulging on the bed.
There are a few strands of black hair outside the quilt.
Zhou Zhiruo thought to herself, "Sleeping with your head covered is not a good habit."
She walked forward and pulled back the quilt.
As expected, the person in the quilt was Zhao Min.
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