Zhao Linger looked at the mess on the ground and the dozen or so corpses.
She couldn't believe that even after such a killing, Zhou Zhiruo still felt wronged.
Yu Fei on the side said: "Sister Zhou, today, even if you feel wronged, you should blame yourself. Who told you to go ahead with the young master?"
"Fortunately, there are only a dozen people on the other side. If you happen to encounter an army of thousands, how would you respond?"
"Young Master is now the emperor of our Ming Dynasty. You can't take advantage of his favor for you and act like a spoiled brat anymore."
"If anything happens to the young master, not only will my senior sister and I die, but Zhu'er, Gong Yu and the others in Jinyang City will also die."
Zhou Zhiruo never thought that Yu Fei would blame her at this time.
She said to Fei angrily: "You heartless little girl, I allowed you to hold me while I slept last night. You took advantage of me so much, but now you are blaming me."
"I really made such a great sacrifice for you in vain."
When what happened last night was mentioned again, a hint of embarrassment appeared on Yu Fei's face again.
She said to Zhou Zhiruo, "Sister Zhou, I am not blaming you. I am also considering the safety of you and the young master."
"If something really happens to you, we can't afford the consequences."
Zhou Zhiruo rolled her eyes at Yu Fei and said, "Don't worry, even if I am crushed to ashes, I will never let Zhang Wuji suffer any harm."
"He is now the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. He is no longer the leader of the Ming Cult. I know better than you how precious his life is."
Yu Fei was already feeling helpless.
She dismounted, walked to Zhou Zhiruo, and grabbed her wrist.
"Sister Zhou, calm down and don't be angry. I didn't say anything."
"The young master's safety is important, but your safety is equally important."
"If anything happens to you, my senior sister and I will be heartbroken."
Zhou Zhiruo said: "Will you be sad?"
"I don't believe you will be sad. If I die, I'm sure you two will wake up laughing in your dreams."
…
The three of them were almost back to normal.
As for Wei Yixiao and Yin Yewang, it was naturally the same as Zhang Wuji expected.
In less than half an hour, everything was settled.
A nomadic tribe was almost wiped out.
When Zhang Wuji and others arrived there, the Ming army soldiers had already begun cleaning up the battlefield.
After seeing Zhang Wuji, Wei Yixiao hurried forward and said, "Your Majesty, this is a tribe of about a thousand people, and more than ten thousand cattle, sheep and horses have been seized."
Zhang Wuji said: "A tribe of thousands of people only has tens of thousands of cattle and sheep. This is too few."
"It seems that Zhao Min has tried every possible means to win this battle."
Zhao Linger laughed and said, "Zhao Min has lost the land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River."
"The land west of the Yellow River is in our hands."
"She wanted to provide food and drink for the hundreds of thousands of troops in her hands."
"We must try every possible means."
"I guess she has already recruited most of the cattle and sheep on the grassland."
Zhang Wuji laughed and said, "This shows that Zhao Min has already burned her boats."
"She is very powerful now. Even if she is at odds with the nobles on the grassland, she can still intimidate them."
"Once Zhao Min is defeated, these deterrents will naturally no longer exist. For thousands of years on the grassland, in most cases, everyone is fighting each other."
"Once there is a lack of a strong deterrent, they will immediately fall apart."
Zhao Linger smiled and said, "Yes, I have also done some research on these nomadic peoples on the grassland."
"Since ancient times, they have rarely had a unified dynasty. Even if there was one, it would never last more than a hundred years. Most of the time, the northern grasslands were in a state of disintegration."
"As long as the Yuan Dynasty is destroyed, the various tribes on the grassland will immediately be in a state of hostility. If we want to unify them again, it will take at least several decades."
At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo spoke and said to Zhang Wuji: "A few decades is enough for us."
"But for a dynasty and a nation, it is just a blink of an eye."
"Potential hidden dangers are also hidden dangers. I am afraid that these ethnic groups on the grassland will sooner or later move south again to invade us Han people."
"You are the emperor, and you will unify the world sooner or later. The problems on the grassland are naturally no problem for you, but have you ever thought about how future generations should deal with these problems?"
Zhang Wuji said: "Actually, I have thought about the question you mentioned."
"For these ethnic groups on the grassland, either we suppress them with force, or we divide them and let them check and balance each other."
"If it really doesn't work, we can do what my sister's ancestors did and make a Treaty of Chanyuan to use economic means to check and balance them."
Zhou Zhiruo said: "These three suggestions seem to be all good, but suppressing them with force is still the most satisfying."
Zhao Linger said: "Sister Zhiruo, it seems a little too early to consider countermeasures for the grassland now."
"Zhao Min is not dead yet. Even if Zhao Min is dead, there is still Zhu Yuanzhang. At least, we will not have the energy to deal with things on the grassland for a few years."
…
Compared with Zhang Wuji and others at the moment, Zhu'er and others who were far away in Jinyang seemed much more bored.
No matter what, Zhang Wuji is still accompanied by three beauties, but Zhu'er and the others haven't seen their loved ones for many days.
At this moment, Gong Yu's lower abdomen was slightly bulging. Perhaps out of a mother's habit, she would gently stroke the baby in her belly from time to time.
The seemingly unintentional action was undoubtedly a naked show-off in Zhu'er's eyes.
It’s all her own fault that she’s not pregnant. Now, she can only envy others.
In fact, it’s not only Zhu’er who envies Gong Yu, but Han Zhao as well.
It's just that she is not good at expressing herself, so she can't show her envy on the surface.
At the dinner table, Zhu'er sighed and said to Gong Yu, "Sister Gong, you have to eat more now, don't let my brother Wuji's child suffer."
Gong Yu said: "Miss Zhu'er, it's not that I don't want to eat. I have three meals a day, plus a midnight snack. I have gained seven or eight pounds in recent times."
"If this continues, by the time my baby is eight or nine months old, I'm afraid I'll have gained more than 30 kilograms."
Zhu'er said: "Thirty pounds, just thirty pounds."
"It was the same when the Queen was pregnant."
"If I can get pregnant with Brother Wuji's child, I would be willing to do it even if it weighs 100 kilograms, not to mention 30 kilograms."
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