Compared to Lin Yihuan's initiative and liveliness towards Aser, she seemed particularly quiet and pitiful.
The strings in his heart were plucked for no reason, and Arslan swallowed subconsciously. His palms were covered with calluses because he had been holding weapons for many years.
He originally just wanted to pull the woman up from the ground, but as soon as he grabbed her arm, he was startled by the soft touch.
When I let go of my hand, I found that the place I had touched was already red.
"you……"
"I am willing to follow the young master and leave. As long as the young master can give me food and let me... do anything, I will do it." When saying this, Lin Chunhuan did not have any psychological burden.
As famous as the beauties of the State of Chen were, so sad was the life of a woman like her who was born in the State of Chen.
No matter whether it was the Tatars of the steppes or the various states divided in the Central Plains, anyone with some reputation would boast of having a concubine from the State of Chen.
The women of the State of Chen were born to be playthings. They were not taught poetry or songs since childhood, and they were not exposed to swords, guns, sticks or clubs. From the day they were old enough to understand, all they had been exposed to and learned were the skills of serving others.
How to keep yourself in good shape and make people love you.
How to practice making every look charming, alluring, yet pure and innocent.
If you want to live longer, the only way to be born in the State of Chen is to make yourself a plaything that can always hook men.
Lin Chunhuan is used to this and doesn't think there is anything wrong with it.
But such a look in Arslan's eyes made his heart beat wildly uncontrollably. He started his own household at the age of seventeen. Although he did not have countless concubines around him, he was not short of women.
In Arslan's eyes, women are nothing more than tools for bearing children, and they have never made him feel anything or even have any emotions.
But he had never seen such a woman before. Just a few words and a glance from her were enough to draw the soul away from him. A nameless fire burned fiercely in his body. He immediately reached out again and grabbed Lin Chunhuan's arm. "Since that's the case, from today on, you are my Xiao Yanshi."
Following Arslan back to the camp where Dalhan was temporarily stationed, every look that fell on Lin Chunhuan made her extremely uncomfortable.
For the Tatar soldiers, women are also part of the spoils of war. No matter whether they are young masters or ordinary warriors, as long as they have made contributions on the battlefield, they are qualified to share.
Such an aggressive look, filled with endless longing and desire.
She didn't experience this last time because Aser didn't bring her to the camp at all. Aser had hidden her since the day the city was broken.
She took and drank medicine every day for three whole months. Even if she did nothing, she would still smell like medicine.
Three months later, her nightmare began!
Aser was in poor health and was barely hanging on for many years. Later, a witch doctor appeared from nowhere and asked him to find a woman from the Central Plains to make a medicine man and drink her blood every day.
Just drink it for three years and your hidden ailments will be cured!
Her good sister only saw that she became the high and mighty Da Yanshi, but never knew that she had to climb out of that small courtyard.
What kind of half-human, half-ghost appearance have you made yourself into!
Just a little recollection made her body tremble uncontrollably. Lin Chunhuan raised her eyes and nervously pulled Arslan's sleeve, "Master, I...I'm scared."
The girl's eyes were filled with panic, and even her tone of voice was trembling. The dependent look in her eyes, which placed all her hopes on the man, instantly gave Arslan a great sense of satisfaction in his heart.
He quickly ripped off his clothes, stepped forward, and blocked Lin Chunhuan's already petite body. "I want this woman."
"If anyone disagrees, come here."
As soon as he finished speaking, Arslan had already taken up his stance, ready to fight.
In Tatar, giving your all to complete every challenge is the greatest respect for your opponent. The distinction between the superior and the inferior based on the respect of force is more convincing.
The next moment, five or six people actually walked forward. All of them were burly men. Before they even came in front of him, one could already feel the enormous oppressive force!
Those people were fighting without any fakeness, punching hard, and every punch they threw would create a gust of wind. The sound of the air exploding made Lin Chunhuan's heart beat fast.
However, what surprised her even more was that in the face of such a powerful enemy, Arslan, despite being outnumbered, was not at all at a disadvantage. Instead, he fought with great satisfaction!
Such a scene is simply impossible to see in the Central Plains.
If you commit insubordination, you will probably be suppressed and beaten to death before you can even get out of it.
"careful!"
Seeing that someone was about to throw a punch at Lin Chunhuan, before she could react, Arslan had already pulled the person into his arms and took the punch with his back.
To be honest, the masculine smell filled with sweat is not very pleasant, but Lin Chunhuan acted as if he couldn't smell it, and wrapped his arms tightly around Arslan's waist.
The snake-like hands wrapped around the tight muscles can give people a strong impact just from the visual point of view.
One can't help but wonder, can such a small woman really withstand the torment of the lion on the grassland?
He lowered his head and met a pair of watery eyes. Before Arslan could react, Lin Chunhuan quickly let go of his hand and hurriedly broke free from the embrace.
Her snow-white face was stained with crimson. "I'm... I'm sorry. I'll go away and won't bother you anymore!"
"Young Master, you're unwilling to share this woman with me. Are you afraid she can't handle the torture? Hahahaha..."
A half-joking, half-serious teasing came from the group of men. Lin Chunhuan's face turned even redder and he stood there at a loss as to what to do.
She seemed to have no idea how attractive she looked. Just standing there, she had already attracted countless greedy gazes.
But the more he thought about it, the stronger the possessiveness in Arslan's eyes became. "Stop talking nonsense. If you want a woman, you have to get past me first!"
The fight was extremely sensational. Arslan fought against six people alone and won the victory at the cost of minor injuries. For a moment, Lin Chunhuan felt as if the entire camp was shouting the name that they respected.
Arslan!
As for herself, she was naturally the only trophy and was carried back to the tent by Arslan in full view of everyone!
Originally thinking that Arslan would be eager to enjoy the spoils he had worked so hard to obtain, Lin Chunhuan had also prepared himself mentally early on.
She had been a favorite concubine and was no longer a virgin. She knew exactly what was about to happen, but at this moment, Arslan actually picked up a set of clean clothes and walked in front of her, "I know you Central Plains women like to be clean."
"I'll have someone take you to wash up later."
Lin Chunhuan was stunned, "Huh?"
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