What Qian Yong could think of was what the king of Zhen, who had been the king of the country for many years, naturally wanted to think of it, and he could even think of it more.

There is no need to be too many mascots to appease Zhenguo.

If a Wang Ji, who was full of resentment towards him, would be dispensable as the king of Zhenguo, he would be disregarded. If he was unlucky to Qian Yong, he would be more likely to survive and die! Thinking of this, the king of Zhenguo's face was even pale than the body that had been in the morgue for three days. Qian Yong was so happy that he clapped his hands and laughed at him.

"Haha, are you afraid of death?"

The king of Zhenguo was strong and calm, and said, "I want to live and die with Zhenguo. If you were not a despicable villain, how could I be humiliated by you here? As the blood of the royal family, my son will never be bewitched by you for a few words, and it is even more impossible to turn against the father and daughter as you wish... You are still dead and sow discord! Despicable villain!"

Qian Yong sneered and shook his head with a slight sarcastic sarcasm.

"Hey, if the border barrier of Zhenguo is 30% hard, it will not be so vulnerable. What you said, "You live and die with Zhenguo" means you jumped down from a tall building? Hahaha, this kind of behavior is just a fool. Not to mention that you can't kill you at such a small height, even if you can die, your will to death is firm enough to restrain your body's instinct to survive and save yourself?"

Ordinary people will surely die if they jump.

But, is this classmate an ordinary person?

No matter how addicted to beauty over the years, he is neglected to practice, but he cannot change the fact that he can practice with his national fortune.

Qian Yong unceremoniously tore through the fig leaf of the king of Zhen Kingdom.

The latter's face turned blue and white, and he became angry and embarrassed.

Obviously, Qian Yong said that his most secret thoughts were.

Qian Yong sneered: "What are you? How can I not know?"

He said with great enthusiasm: "Speaking of this, I have never seen your daughter yet? In terms of seniority, I have to go and have a look."

Not only did he want to see it himself, but he also wanted to take people over to see it.

For the sake of fun, Qian Yong ordered people to confer the mouth of the king of Zhen Kingdom, so that the other party could only listen, watch, and not speak!

Qian Yong originally wanted to ridicule his enemy's daughter, but when he saw that the child, who was about the same age as his daughter, had no blood on his face, and half of his forearm disappeared, and blood kept oozing out of the wet bandage at the broken mouth, he couldn't help but feel a little pity. Although he lost too much blood, he couldn't resist her luck. Shen Tang gave Qian Yong's army three Xinglin doctors, and only then could one person be even out to pull her back from the brink of death. The man had woken up, but he was not in good spirits...

Doctor Xinglin said: "This girl has the will to die."

Qian Yong said it was strange and didn't understand her logic: "Have death aspirations? No, you can struggle to survive such a big wound. Now you will start to develop ambition of life and death aspirations after you save your life?"

The doctor Xinglin carefully explained to Qian Yong.

"...General, not everyone can accept the incomplete ones." Not to mention that the little girl has been raised in the deep boudoir since she was a child. She has a simple and sensitive personality. How can she accept her hands when she wakes up and only has inclined cuts left on both arms?

Not to mention the ladies of a family, many military soldiers cannot overcome this hurdle - even if the Xinglin doctor can recover his broken limbs, this opportunity has to be waited. Before receiving treatment, you must live with a broken body. If your mind is not strong, you will easily fall into a confused state.

Qian Yong said embarrassedly: "It's me that I'm not thinking well."

Doctor Xinglin prescribed the prescription and retreated.

He also had to rush elsewhere to treat the wounded soldiers - no matter how fast or smooth the battle of Kang Guo was fighting, it was impossible to truly have zero casualties.

Qian Yong looked at the lifeless Wang Ji frowned. The other party was like a dead wood that could breathe, and his lifelessness was not enough to bring the other party back to his senses. Qian Yong pulled a horse stool and sat down with a big golden knife: "You are not like your father."

After a long time, the former Wang Ji's numb eyes became turbulent.

She said silently: "Did the Father die for his country?"

Qian Yong held his arm and said, "He jumped into the city wall."

The former Wang Ji's eyes were filled with tears, and the depression in her heart seemed to dissipate at this moment. She hated her father, hated her incompetent, hated her for being indifferent, hated her for bullying the weak, and fearing the strong... He still had the power to swing his sword, but did not rush towards the enemy, but fell towards the weak.

This move made her despise and hate her.

When I heard that the other party jumped into the city and died for his country, my negative emotions became much weaker.

In any case, the father is strict with others and self-disciplined, and he barely assumes that he has lost the last dignity of the lord of a country...

In this way, what else can she blame the other party?

She sighed quietly and raised her arm with only half of her remaining: "I don't know what the general is, and I want to do what I want to do with me, but - a soldier can be killed, not humiliated! My father died for his country, and as a descendant of the Zhen royal family, I think it has some effect. It is not that the general can humiliate and abuse him at will, and I am already a broken body. With the status of the general, what kind of warm and fragrant nephrite is there?"

The former Wang Ji knew that these words were useless.

When Zhenguo was still there, she was Wang Ji.

Zhenguo is not here, she is just a fish slaughtered on the chopping board.

The title of former Wang Ji can only increase the interest of others in conquering her own, and her past status is all empty.

Qian Yong asked with bad intentions: "Who can you jump to death at that height in the city wall? Since you can't jump to death, no matter whether he jumps to the city wall or jumps to cliffs, aren't they all jumping for outsiders to see? Just go to him and become the lord of the kingdom, you can win a reputation as the lord of the kingdom."

After saying that, he saw Wang Ji sitting up straight.

The red tide caused by anger made her cheeks look unhealthy blood, and her watery eyes were covered with bloodshot. Qian Yong could see two clusters of flames churning in her eyes. Wang Ji, the former sentence, gritted his teeth: "He is not dead!"

If she still has hands, she must clench her fists until her knuckles are tightly tight, and her knuckles are blue and white! The former Wang Ji felt that her anger was about to burn the air in her chest, and the strong sense of suffocation was about to flood her.

Her teeth trembled hard, and her anger teared the voice apart: "How can he live! How can he live shamelessly!"

Qian Yong silently watched her with broken arms and blood flowing.

"Probably, it's better to live a life than to die well?" He laughed in his heart and said sarcastic words, "It's someone else who kills people, but it's his own life to commit suicide. How difficult is the same level of the two things? Be lenient to yourself, be strict with others, and ask others to be easier than asking yourself. Don't you understand such a simple truth?"

The former Wang Ji didn't need Qian Yong to urge the fire at all.

She was so angry that she was about to burn herself.

He used the excuse of family and country as a reason to kill his wife and daughter, but turned his head but chose to survive. What did this make the people who died under him become? It became a joke! It can only prove that he killed himself was not an excuse for being bullshit. He simply could not tolerate his women and blood falling into the opponent, which turned into a stain that humiliated him!

Under the strong emotional impact, the former Wang Ji's throat was filled with grief and anger. She laughed like a ghost like a ghost - she laughed at herself for being stupid and dull not long ago, and she survived her death and made excuses for the murderer's behavior!

She is a slut!

All this in front of her is her retribution!

Qian Yong was also worried that it would be too exciting, and that would not be fun at that time. While secretly rejoicing what expression would the king of Zhen Kingdom look like when he heard these, he comforted the former Wang Ji: "Your father has been on the throne for so many years, and it is reasonable to be nostalgic for ten feet of worldly affairs."

It took a long time for the former Wang Ji to find some reason.

She looked up and looked at Qian Yong with scarlet eyes.

Asked, "What do you want to do?"

Although she was the Highness Wang Ji who was raised in the boudoir, it does not mean that she didn't know anything. She knew exactly what the consequences of the royal women who destroyed the country would be. When she woke up, she was not thrown in the prostitute camp or to a concubine, but a doctor came to take care of her injuries. This development was very unreasonable!

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon!

Or is this general who admires the cannon?

Qian Yong didn't know what she was thinking about at this moment: "His Highness Wang Ji was not very smart just now? As long as you are a descendant of the Zhen Kingdom royal family and there is no room for replacement, the Lord will think that you are just a woman. Not only will you not be wary of you, but you will also treat you with preferential treatment, so that all the old ministers of the Zhen Kingdom will watch!"

He had bad intentions: "Does Your Highness understand?"

The king of Zhen Kingdom is not dead yet.

Your Highness Wang Ji is not the best choice.

The former Wang Ji looked at Qian Yong for a long time, as if she wanted to see through the other party's motives with her eyes. Qian Yong said, "Can Your Highness kill his father?"

Paternal killing???

Two words hit the heart of former Wang Ji.

She said, "Impossible!"

He calmed down his breath and said, "He was so sad that he killed his daughter, but I am not a beast who disregarded human ethics. How could he kill his father because of this?"

Qian Yong smiled and added: "Your Highness, don't rush to answer first. You should listen to me first and then make a judgment - if I say that Your Highness will act according to the plan, not only will he be able to live a stable and worry-free life for the rest of his life, but his arms will be able to recover as before?"

Former Wang Ji's spine trembled, and she was unbelievable.

Qian Yong looked her in the eyes calmly: "That's right."

Rebirth of broken limbs is not a rare thing.

However, there are few Xinglin doctors themselves, and there are even fewer Xinglin doctors who have practiced to this level. The rebirth of broken limbs only serves disabled military soldiers in a small scale. Among them, disabled military soldiers who are retired at the age of the army are given priority, and they can ensure that they can live a normal life after they are discharged. Former Wang Ji has no merits and no rewards, and the normal situation is not qualified to be rebirth of broken limbs, but Qian Yong can help.

As the price of his help—

"Your Highness, let's not hide it, your father is my husband's enemy."

The former Wang Ji was filled with fear and sensation: "Since he is your enemy, why don't he take action? It's even more enjoyable to kill with his own hands, right?"

Qian Yong shook his head slowly and rejected the former Wang Ji's proposal: "That's boring. If I kill him with my own hands, it's not revenge, because the person who feels happy is him! The person who is frustrated is me!"

Of course, you have to be happy to take revenge.

Qian Yong said: "Your Highness doesn't have to make things difficult for you. Even if you don't do anything, you can still live a stable life with the identity of King Zhen. How can there be any overnight revenge between father and daughter?"

The former Wang Ji said hurriedly: "Then my hand?"

Qian Yong said: "Keeping your arms can arouse your father's guilt. Only when it exists will remind him that he owe you as his daughter... Anyway, if you don't talk about wealth and food in the future, you will also be able to open your mouth with clothes and food, and your hands will not be useful."

Former Wang Ji's pupils trembled.

Qian Yong sat for a while before getting up.

"Everything is busy, so I won't disturb your highness from recuperating from injury."

Qian Yong patted his butt and left.

The trusted official quickly followed: "General, that woman looks like a weak and kind person, and I'm afraid she won't do it."

Just kill someone, why do you go around such a big circle?
To be continued...