C589 Deep enemy camp

"So there was such a deep cut on his face. It's hard to tell when the dirt is covering it." The soldier mumbled.

"Apply this medicine to his face to prevent the wound from getting infected and festering." The scolding soldier sat up and helped him to apply a layer of black medicine. The medicine covered almost half of his face, causing him to look somewhat sinister.

After the doctor and the soldier left, he tore off a strip of clothing from his body and wrapped it around his face, leaving only a small part of his face so that no one who knew him would recognize him.

Fourth Uncle was right. The reason why Yelu Chong Yuan had taken the initiative in the battle between the two sides was because Yelu Chong Yuan had been preparing for a long time, and Yelu Chong Yuan knew the habits of the Han people very well, while they did not know much about Chidan.

That was why he risked his life to sneak into the inner circle of the Qi Dan. Besides that, he had another plan …

Capture the thief first and capture the king. If there was a chance, he would assassinate Yeru and burn the food of the people of Chidan.

He quickly figured out that this Honggu belonged to the vanguard team. In this battle, the vanguard team had been almost completely wiped out, leaving only him and the other two wounded behind. He had to move as fast as he could to prevent any flaws from being seen through.

At night —

"The King is here!" The King is here! "

It was unknown who shouted, but all the soldiers around him knelt down on one knee as they shouted — —

"Long live the prince! Long live thousands of years!"

From a distance, he saw a cold figure approaching in the company of several people. He was dressed in a black suit with a white fox fur coat over his head, a black fur cap on his head, and exuded an overbearing aura. As he approached, he discovered that Yelu was not very old, about thirty years old, and even younger than his fourth uncle.

He walked all the way up to the stage. His gaze that made people feel a wave of pressure scanned the crowd below and then laughed out loud.

"I, the Chidan Warrior, am in a good mood. Today, I beat up those Han Chinese to such a state that they almost pissed their pants. Hahahaha …"

His voice was loud and full of arrogance.

"Long live the King! Long live thousands of years!" The soldiers below cheered and brandished their weapons.

A determined look flashed across Yeru's face. He raised his hand, and everyone held their breath. He continued.

"I, Yeru Zhong Yuan, swear to the heavens that in my lifetime, I will flatten the mountain and customs, smash the Central Plains, and make sure that the Chinese will be ruled by us, the people of Chidan!"

"Good!" "Alright!"

"Dominate the Chinese!" Great King, a thousand years! "

The officers below were all extremely excited. They shouted even the battle cry. However, their eyes narrowed slightly as they looked at Yelu's face. The fists under his sleeves were slowly clenched.

The Duke of Yue's estate.

In Lian Shiya's room, she sat in front of a copper mirror and looked at herself. These days, she had been smearing the cologne gum Lian Yueyue gave her. Although there were still scars, they had really faded a little.

A smile appeared on her face. It seemed that it wasn't impossible for the scar to fade completely.

After a while, the door opened. Her maid, Cheng Xiu, carefully came in with a stew and said, "Madam, your supplement is ready."

When Lian Shiya heard this, she hurriedly said, "Quickly bring it over."

She carefully opened the stew. Immediately, a nauseating smell of blood wafted over. Cheng Xiu almost vomited upon smelling it, but Lian Shiya stuck her nose in and revealed an intoxicated expression.

It contained a bloody, hot, purple car that had just been peeled off a fetus.

This was what Lian Shiya had heard from Auntie Xiao when she went around collecting Purple River Wheel food to reduce the scars on her face. Initially, she had also quietly cooked the blood on the Life Orange Embroidery and ate it with stew, but later, she heard from others that the effects of directly eating it to nourish one's complexion were the most obvious. She decided to not eat it, and instead directly put some brown sugar into the Purple River Wheel to stir it up before eating it raw.

At this moment, as if she had obtained a treasure, her eyes revealed a terrifying smile. She picked up her chopsticks, stuffed the red substance into her mouth piece by piece and swallowed it. Then, she drank the blood mixed with the red sugar into her stomach.

"Ugh …" Orange embroidery finally could not endure it any longer. Turning around, she covered her chest and vomited.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, then broke off the side of the tea. After drinking a few mouthfuls, she cleared the taste of the blood in her mouth and said, "I'm done eating, take it to wash. Don't let anyone find out that I'm giving birth to a Purple River Wheel.

"Yes, yes." A chill rose up the back of Cheng Xiu's head. She endured the nauseous feeling, took the lid and placed it on the pot before hurriedly carrying it out.

"Madam, the wangfei wants you to accompany her to the pond to admire the lotus flowers." At this moment, the voice of Xiao Rou's servant girl sounded from outside the door.

Lian Shiya replied, but a look of disgust appeared on her face. Last time, Xiao Rou had made a mistake and was punished not to leave the house. Every day, she would call her over to do this and that in order to coax her, the wangfei, to be happy.

Although he was extremely unwilling, even Shi Ya had no power or influence. She didn't even have a face, so he could only act as he pleased.

She looked into the mirror and applied another layer of powder on her face, covering the scar even more thoroughly. Only then did she walk all the way to the lotus pond.

Princess Yue's wife, Xiao Rou, sat in the pavilion and couldn't help but frown when she saw the heavy makeup covering Lian Shiya's face. She mockingly said, "You must have smeared the entire box of cosmetic powder over your face, right? This fragrance almost made me faint. If you paint it so white and thick, if you walk any more violently, it's going to fall to the ground. "

Xiao Rou's words were unpleasant to hear, but she didn't seem to get used to the way she worked so hard to scheme for her face. It was as though she wanted to turn back into her original appearance and seduce someone.

"It's not that I don't know, but the scars on my face are just too frightening. They're covering up so as to prevent anyone from feeling uncomfortable. It's better to wear heavy makeup than having a hideous scar."