"Saint girl, the people of Persia are suffering, but you are singing happily every day. Don't forget the blood flowing in your body. Where do you stand in relation to your ancestors?"
An elder of the Persian Ming Cult, unable to bear it any longer, finally spoke harshly to Xiao Zhao.
Xiao Zhao glanced at the elder coldly: "Bloodline?"
"I was born in the Ming Dynasty. My father is Han Qianye of the Ming Cult in China, and my mother is Persian. With this kind of situation, how can you have the nerve to say that I am Persian? Since I took my father's surname, I am from the Ming Dynasty."
"Now, my man has sent an army of hundreds of thousands to take me home. Shouldn't I be happy?"
The elder was speechless with anger at Xiao Zhao's words: "Saintess, you are just a concubine to Zhang Wuji, but in Persia, you can become the queen."
Xiao Zhao sneered disdainfully: "Queen?, you must be kidding."
"Let me not talk about the fact that I look down on the Queen of Persia. Let me talk about my husband. He is about to destroy Persia, so how could there be any Queen?"
"You bunch of idiots, hurry up and do something you like before my man's army arrives, so that you won't have any regrets when you die."
Many elders of the Persian Ming Cult were very angry, but they had already experienced Xiao Zhao's sharp tongue for several months. Whether speaking reasonably or unreasonably, no one in the whole of Persia could be Xiao Zhao's opponent.
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That night, in the Ming army camp, Zhou Zhiruo snuggled up to Zhang Wuji and said, "My dear, why were you so absent-minded just now?"
Zhang Wuji was a little surprised: "Absent-minded? Am I?"
Zhou Zhiruo said: "Of course you have it. I know you best in this world."
After hearing this, Zhang Wuji looked embarrassed: "Zhiruo, I wasted your feelings, I..."
Before Zhang Wuji could finish what he was saying, Zhao Linger, who was also leaning on the other side, said, "You little slut, the young master just showed his affection to you, but you still look aggrieved. If you dare to behave like this again, I will not let you sleep with him anymore."
Zhou Zhiruo glared at Zhao Linger fiercely: "Hmph, even though you are the queen, it is still up to you whether I sleep with you or not."
Zhao Linger shook Zhang Wuji's arm somewhat unhappily: "Young Master, look at what you have done to this little slut. She is becoming more and more lawless."
"After we return to Ming Dynasty, I will find a few more beautiful ones for you. I will personally screen them for you and guarantee that you will be satisfied. From now on, we will never look for this vixen again."
Zhou Zhiruo was so angry that she was speechless: "Sister, you are going too far. Don't you feel that this enemy is a little absent-minded today?"
"He obviously has something on his mind. Let me ask you what's wrong. Why are you targeting me like this? I didn't provoke you."
Seeing Zhou Zhiruo repeating Zhang Wuji's absent-mindedness just now, Zhao Linger suddenly felt confused.
Although she felt that Zhou Zhiruo was too picky, when she thought about it carefully, she really felt that Zhang Wuji was a little absent-minded before.
"Young Master, are you worried about the war?"
Seeing that the two beauties he loved deeply asked him this question, Zhang Wuji simply spoke out his true feelings.
"Alas..., with Min'er here in the war, I don't believe we will lose. I was just thinking about Xiaozhao."
"If the decisive battle really comes, and the Persian emperor ties her up in front of the two armies, what should I do?"
After Zhang Wuji said this, Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Linger were stunned for a moment.
"So you were thinking about Xiao Zhao, no wonder you were so absent-minded just now."
Zhao Linger glared at Zhou Zhiruo again: "So what if you are absent-minded? Being absent-minded doesn't stop you from begging for mercy."
After hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo was naturally a little furious. Zhang Wuji quickly said: "Okay, if you two quarrel again, I will punish you according to the family rules without considering your feelings at all."
After hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo quickly shut her mouth. However, Zhao Linger asked Zhang Wuji a very serious question.
"Young Master, if during a decisive battle with the Persians, they really tie Xiao Zhao up in front of the two armies, what will you do?"
Zhang Wuji closed his eyes: "Actually, I have thought about this question for a long time, but I still don't have an answer."
"Sister, what should I do if that situation really happens in the future?"
Now, Zhao Linger really had no mood to argue with Zhou Zhiruo.
The two of them looked at each other first, and then Zhao Linger said, "If that situation really happens, I'm afraid Xiao Zhao will have to suffer."
Zhou Zhiruo also said: "The life of one person is not as important as the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers."
"Don't worry, although Xiao Zhao doesn't like to talk much, she knows what's going on and she won't put you in such a difficult position."
"If it were me, and I really saw myself being brought to the front of the two armies to threaten you, I would commit suicide immediately and not give the Persians this opportunity."
After hearing this, Zhang Wuji glared at Zhou Zhiruo, but Zhou Zhiruo said nonchalantly: "Why are you glaring at me? I'm just telling the truth."
It was a rare opportunity for Zhao Linger to form a united front with Zhou Zhiruo: "Young Master, Sister Zhiruo is right. You are the emperor and you should put the overall situation first. You can send hundreds of thousands of soldiers on an expedition thousands of miles away for a woman, but you cannot let hundreds of thousands of soldiers return in defeat because of a woman."
"In that case, even if Xiao Zhao can be rescued, she will not have the face to live."
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