A threat, a naked threat. Although this kind of threat would be nothing under normal circumstances, if it were under normal circumstances, Yang Buhui would even think that this was Zhao Linger's care for her.
But this moment is different.
Zhang Wuji was injured. At this time, it was too difficult to do such a thing without involving Zhang Wuji's wound.
But Yang Buhui didn't dare to refuse.
He really didn't dare. After all, Zhao Linger's child was still in Zhao Min's hands.
But this matter was his father's responsibility from beginning to end.
Yang Buhui calmed herself down and said, "When God wants to give a man a great responsibility, he must first make his heart and mind suffer and his muscles and bones work hard..."
After thinking for a while, Yang Buhui said, "Sister Queen, don't worry, I will do it well."
Zhao Linger smiled and said, "That's right. You young girls will definitely come up with a good idea, especially you. You are so smart, this little thing will not be difficult for you. Don't worry, your sister will watch around this big tent for you, and no one will disturb you."
…
A moment later, Yang Buhui returned to Zhang Wuji's central military tent.
At this moment, Zhang Wuji was already lying on the large bed that was simply pieced together.
Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "Sister Buhui, it's getting late, let's go to bed early."
Yang Buhui took a deep breath and said, "Well, it's time to rest early."
"Then, Yang Buhui extinguished the campfire in the tent."
She walked to Zhang Wuji with trepidation.
She first slowly took off her long skirt, and then began to undress Zhang Wuji.
At first, Zhang Wuji felt that something was wrong, but gradually, he became aware of something strange.
"Sister Buhui, what are you doing?"
In the darkness, Yang Buhui whispered: "Brother Wuji, I, I just want you to relax."
"Don't worry, you don't have to move, leave everything to me. You are injured, so don't move. Today, I will let you see what makes me different from other sisters."
…
A moment later, as the lingering sound intensified, Zhao Linger's face finally revealed a sly smile again, "I knew it, I knew that girl Yang Buhui would definitely find a way.
Just when Zhao Linger was feeling proud, she noticed a person in a blue and white long dress walking slowly towards her not far away.
If that person isn't Zhou Zhiruo, who else could it be?
Zhao Linger quickly stood up and greeted her: "Sister, don't be angry, listen to me."
Zhou Zhiruo said angrily: "What else do you have to say? Don't you know that the enemy was injured? From the moment you asked Yang Buhui to stay, I knew that you must be planning something in that regard. I hoped that I was overthinking it, but in the end, you really didn't let me down."
Zhao Linger first laughed a few times, and then said to Zhou Zhiruo: "Sister, the battle is imminent, what's wrong with me asking you to relax? What Yang Buhui said before is quite reasonable. You should learn to relax and treat Zhao Min with a normal heart."
"Isn't this also for your own good?"
Zhou Zhiruo took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in her heart: "Old woman, if you want to relax, you don't have to use this method."
"What should I do if the wound on that enemy's body becomes more serious?"
Zhao Linger smiled and said, "Sister, don't worry. I have already told Yang Buhui. She is a smart person and she knows what to do."
"Besides, this kind of thing is not a difficult thing. As long as you don't take any action, it will be fine."
After hearing what Zhao Linger said, Zhou Zhiruo was speechless.
After a long time, she said, "It's too late now. But since you have this idea, why don't you stay and serve Zhang Wuji yourself, but let Yang Buhui do this? After all, Yang Buhui has just been married for a short time. How can she, a clumsy girl, compare with you?"
Zhao Linger smiled and said, "I would like to come, but my sister is really not available these days."
Zhou Zhiruo rolled her eyes at Zhao Linger and said, "If it's inconvenient for you, it's inconvenient for you, but I'm still here."
Zhao Linger smiled and said, "Sister Zhiruo, if I discuss this kind of thing with you, can you agree? In the end, you still end up scolding me half to death."
"Okay, now that things have come to this, what else do you want? Don't be angry. You won't blame the young master and that girl Yang Buhui tomorrow anyway. It's better to pretend that nothing happened today and you know nothing."
Zhou Zhiruo said, "How do you know that I won't blame Zhang Wuji and that stinky girl Yang Buhui? Even if I blame them, what can you do to me?"
Zhao Linger smiled and said, "You are not so ignorant of the current situation. In front of the soldiers, you will only protect the young master's face. Even if you want to blame him, you will do it in private."
Zhou Zhiruo gave Zhao Linger another fierce look: "It's like you know me so well."
Zhao Linger smiled and said, "Okay, now that things have come to this, can you still rush into the young master's central military tent and ruin his plans?"
"I'm afraid there will be a big battle tomorrow. Who can predict life and death? The moonlight is good tonight. You can accompany your sister and appreciate the moonlight outside."
…
At noon on the second day, Zhao Min finally pushed her troops to a place about two miles away from Zhang Wuji's camp.
Zhang Wuji and others were standing on a high ground more than ten feet high, watching all this.
The large crowd of people still made Zhang Wuji feel a little pressured.
But when he looked carefully, he still found something wrong.
Zhang Wuji looked at Wei Yixiao and Yin Yewang who were not far away and said, "Generals, there seems to be something wrong with the troops under Zhao Min's command. Why can't I see her cavalry?"
Wei Yixiao said quickly: "Your Majesty, according to our scouts' report, Zhao Min's cavalry is about three or four miles behind her infantry. I'm afraid they will be used for mobile support."
Zhang Wuji nodded: "So that's how it is. Not concentrating all the troops together can be considered her strength."
King Yin Ye said: "Indeed, it seems that the cavalry under Zhao Min's command want to be used at the most critical moment."
After Yang Buhui's unremitting efforts last night, Zhang Wuji's mind was indeed much clearer than in the previous few days.
But even so, he could still feel some pressure.
At this moment, a messenger came running to report to him: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, something bad has happened. Zhao Min has hung His Royal Highness the Crown Prince on the flagpole, and then pushed the flagpole towards the two armies."
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