Dragon Clan, Lu Mingfei who repeatedly returns from the game

Chapter 161 Don’t suddenly change your mind about what you promised a girl!

In fact, the effect was almost the same whether Zhao Kuo interrogated the enemy or not. When the army broke through Changping Pass and Gu Pass a month later, Zhao State had no hope of turning the tables.

As the bloody setting sun soaked the city walls of Handan, the bronze chimes in the Zhao Palace were playing the last song "Deer Singing".

The broken spears of the soldiers defending the city were stuck in the cracks of the parapet, and made whimpering sounds when blown by the evening breeze.

Bai Qi stood on the cloud chariot and looked down at the thousand-year-old capital, and found that the wild roses at the base of the city wall were blooming particularly gorgeously - those flowers that had taken root in the pile of corpses, and the bright red petals were still stained with undried blood.

"Twelve days earlier than expected." Gu Nan wiped the blood off the sword blade and suddenly kicked the remains of the bronze crossbow at his feet. "Even the Zhao people's city defense equipment has rusted. No wonder no one in the army has the will to fight."

Bai Qi originally estimated that it would take at least two months to fight from Changping Pass to Handan, but most of the Zhao cities along the way surrendered.

Even if there were a few people who resisted resolutely, they could hardly hold out for a day against the power of Lu Mingfei and Gu Nan.

Basically, it just took the effort of hurrying on the road.

Lu Mingfei squatted on the battlement, stroking the deep sword marks on the bricks of the city wall with his fingertips.

Embedded in these crisscrossing marks is half a broken jade pendant - the last decoration of a Zhao noble before his death.

He looked at the black smoke rising from the city and suddenly thought of the fire drills on Earth. The absurd association made him twitch the corners of his mouth.

The Qin army suffered basically no casualties in today's siege. In such a huge royal city, the Qin army had no more than a thousand casualties, and the main credit actually goes to Zero and Finkel.

In the early morning, Ling sneaked under the city wall and opened the city gate, then Finkel led his troops and rushed into the city like a killing god.

The two-meter-tall iron man was incredibly fast, extremely strong, and covered in blood. Basically, any Zhao soldier who saw him had no will to resist.

When the King of Zhao was naked and holding a jade in his mouth, stepping barefoot onto the bluestone slabs of Zhuque Street, the dying warhorse beside the road suddenly struggled to raise its head.

The trembling middle-aged man was biting the imperial seal in his mouth. The edge of the jade disk was stained with blood from his suicide attempt last night. I wonder if he regretted neglecting state affairs over the years.

Behind him were the princes and ministers of Zhao State, carrying a huge coffin. From today on, the king of Zhao State was dead.

The State of Zhao... perished.

"If I had known this would happen..." The old eunuch was holding the broken-stringed Jiaowei zither and muttering to himself at the corner of the palace wall. Before he could finish his words, a crossbow arrow pierced his throat.

The greenery in the Lu family compound was much dimmer than when they left. In the golden autumn of October, the entire mountain behind the compound had begun to turn yellow.

Finkel put his nose close to the crack of the door and sniffed hard, and suddenly wailed, "There's no aroma of braised pork! There's not even the smell of instant noodles!"

After opening the door and entering the room, they looked at the purple clay teapot covered with a thin layer of dust on the coffee table. Suddenly, they found a note stuck on the spout of the teapot - it was written in Xia Mi's cursive handwriting: "There are frozen dumplings on the third layer of the refrigerator!"

There was a sound of rummaging through the kitchen. Finkel held up a half-soaked bag of potato chips and complained angrily, "Is this how left-behind children are treated?"

Gu Nan was studying the new exhibits on the antique display cabinet with great interest: the peacock feathers inserted in the blue and white porcelain vase, and the bronze jug that Chu Zihang had found from somewhere - the oracle bone script engraved on the jug was obviously a modern imitation.

Chu Zihang and Xia Mi were not at home. They seemed to have been out for several days. Lu Mingfei called them and found out that they were on a business trip with the inspection team.

There were some mixed-race people from some small countries on the southern border who were engaging in human trafficking, so the two of them led their team directly to their lair.

But Lu Mingfei came back just in time, and they were already on the plane back.

As dusk deepened, the sound of a key turning in the door finally came. Xia Mi rushed in with a bag of food in her arms; Chu Zihang followed behind her, carrying a large bag of meat, with the cuffs of his suit stained with suspicious blood.

"You will never guess how perverted Chu Zihang is!" Xia Mi threw the food on the table, raising dust all over the room.

Chu Zihang silently placed the meat in his hand on the coffee table and turned around to look at everyone with an expressionless face.

"Him!" Xia Mi pointed at Chu Zihang angrily, "It's this guy. He had promised me that he would go to Dali to play for a few days after cleaning up the base, but when he heard that you were coming back, he got on the plane directly back!"

Chu Zihang remained silent and did not talk back to Xia Mi. Judging from his expression, he had already understood the consequences of talking back to her.

That’s not the end…

The kitchen soon wafted with appetizing aromas. Xia Mi, wearing a floral apron, wielded two knives, leaving afterimages on the chopping board: soaked scallops bubbling in the casserole; freshly dug spring bamboo shoots cut into thin slices; ham that had been pickled for three years was oozing amber fat in the steamer.

It’s true, among this group of people, Xia Mi is probably the best cook.

"Try this!" Xia Mi picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and put it into Lu Mingfei's bowl. The sweet and sour juice stained the corners of his mouth. "I used honey instead of rock sugar."

When she turned around, her ponytail brushed across Chu Zihang's profile, and she was obviously still angry. The latter silently arranged the washed shepherd's purse into a neat square.

In fact, it was no wonder that Xia Mi was so angry. The main reason was that Xia Mi had to beg and plead for half a month before he agreed to go to Dali to play after the matter was done.

result!

We had just finished cleaning up the transnational human trafficking gang, and before the blood had even dried, we got on the plane back.

Finkel squatted by the stove and ate the freshly cooked lion's head secretly. He was panting from the heat but refused to let go: "Junior sister, with your cooking skills, you can be a coach at New Oriental!"

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of the faint scratches on Chu Zihang's neck, and her eyes immediately widened like bells: "Good boy, Chu Zihang! We agreed to be single together..."

Xia Mi picked up the spatula and pretended to hit him, and Finkel immediately made the French gesture.

Lu Mingfei also took a curious look and found that it was not what Finkel thought. It seemed that it was not as simple as these two people thought.

However, Chu Zihang must have been tortured a lot on the way back.

After three rounds of drinks, the moonlight climbed up the east wall.

Gu Nan counted the carvings on the window frames with drunken eyes, and suddenly found that the patterns on each window were different: a crane stepping on a turtle's back, a fish leaping over the dragon gate, a deer holding a ganoderma lucidum... This was the "Hundred Auspicious Signs in the World" carved by Chu Zihang himself.

It seems that Chu Zihang has developed a lot of skills during the few months they were away.

Lu Mingfei looked at the wine swaying in the glass, and suddenly remembered the last look of a young man from Zhao State during the siege.

When the child rushed towards the armored formation holding the broken spear, the jade pendant on his waist was engraved with "Changle Weiyang" - at this moment, the jade was lying at the bottom of his trophy box, together with the osmanthus candy made by Xia Mi.

The night breeze blew through the hall, carrying with it the smell of smoke from the kitchen.

Chu Zihang quietly unbuttoned his collar, revealing the neck that was scratched by Xia Mi;

Finkel was burping on the recliner, with an empty jar of red wine rolling at his feet; Gu Nan was fast asleep with the inner strength secret book seized from Handan as his pillow, with a dried Handan wild rose wedged between the pages.

Lu Mingfei gently turned the teacup, and the azure-glazed bottom of the cup reflected his much more mature face.