Chapter 7: Robbery

It snowed last night and the courtyard was covered with silver.

Ye Zhao debugged the wheelchair he had just made and found a carpenter and blacksmith in the city to work for two days and two nights. It was very hasty and didn't know if it was as convenient as he imagined. He pushed it and walked a few steps, but he was very light, but he sat on it and shaking the iron rod on the wheel, but he didn't walk much.

Ye Zhao sighed. After all, the blacksmith and carpenter are not craftsmen who specialize in wheelchairs, so he can only talk about it based on his impression. How can he make a wheelchair that is as convenient as later generations?

I can only feel sorry for Brother Han to use it. I am afraid that European prosthetic technology is not very perfect now. I will find an opportunity to help Brother Han install prosthetics in the future.

Just as he was thinking, footsteps came from outside, Zhenhe camp manager Harric walked in through the moon gate. Seeing Ye Zhao in the courtyard, he quickly walked forward and called Qian: "Master Jixiang!"

Ye Zhao sighed and said, "Old Ha, do you think this wheelchair is going to be?"

Harric laughed and said, "The master turned decay into magic. Lu Ban's rebirth is not as good as the master. The master's servant understands the love of his subordinates, and they all understand, but the master should not be too busy with Han's garrison, otherwise Brother Han will know, and he will be worried."

Ye Zhao frowned and said, "Get up, I have nothing serious." He thought to himself, why is the bannerman with blue flags who have such virtues and no other skills, and how clever I can do is to flatter and beat the horses in the world.

Harric responded, looked around, but he approached Ye Zhao mysteriously and said, "Master, I have found a treasure from the Rakshasa people for you to play with in the side hall."

Ye Zhao felt aware of what treasures does the Rakshasa people have?

The new army brave men must be quite annoyed. They couldn't find any gold and silver coins on the Rakshasa people who were killed. Once, they found a pocket watch from an officer, but they were almost exhausted. The two teams of soldiers started fighting. Not to mention these ordinary soldiers, Ye Zhao, the highest commander, had never caught any oil and water. The most valuable ones were the fur that was occasionally stolen from the Rakshasa people. Several battalions of managers picked some good ones, but they often sent it to Ye Zhao, but Ye Zhao did not accept any of them. The soldiers understood that the governors could not see it, and the second master would not compete with them for such a little bit of oil and water, so they were embarrassed to give it to him later.

This Harric is mysterious, and it seems that he is really an amazing treasure.

Ye Zhao was about to speak, but heard another messy footsteps outside. Then he saw a bunch of people coming in with a bamboo chair. When Ye Zhao looked, his head buzzed. On the bamboo chair, it was not Han Jinchun, but this once lively man was now skinny and covered with skin felt on his legs, but it could be seen from the outline that his right leg was empty from below his knee.

Ye Zhao ignored Harric and took a few steps, grabbed Han Jinchun's hand, with tears in his eyes, but he couldn't speak.

Han Jinchun's hands were trembling, and he didn't know what it felt like, he was happy, ashamed, guilty, and even more disappointed. Although he had experienced the pain of losing his right leg, he tried hard to anesthesia for forgetting his career on the battlefield. But finally he returned to Aihui City, saw the ceremonial guards fluttering and the lively soldiers, and listened to them cursing and swearing about who killed the Rakshasa devils, Han Jinchun's seemingly forgotten pain suddenly surged into his heart, and he wanted to die.

"Young Master, humble, humble, humble, sorry to your brothers!" Han Jinchun struggled to get off the bamboo chair and kowtowed. Ye Zhao hurriedly pressed him, suppressing the excitement in his heart, but just said lightly: "You really sorry to me, and even more sorry to all the brothers! Because you have been a deserter! Is it very glorious? If it weren't for the time of employing people, I really didn't want to find you!"

Han Jinchun's eyes lit up, and then they became dim again, and his face was extremely lonely.

Ye Zhao said lightly: "Why? I'm cowardly without half of my legs? I'm going to be a turtle that will be a head-reducing turtle for the rest of my life. I don't want to take revenge? Or do you want me to avenge you?"

Han Jinchun's face was blue and white, and Ye Zhao's words were like a knife, and every sentence pierced his heart and lungs.

Ye Zhao did not let him go: "If you really want to be a turtle, you can do it, Jiangnan and Jiangbei, just say it's a place, and you'll send it to you!"

Han Jinchun was speechless.

Ye Zhao said again: "What do you think? Give me some good words!"

Han Jinchun finally raised his head and smiled bitterly: "I understand what the young master means. Please rest assured. Jinchun understands a few words and does a copywriting job. He has to do some effort to kill the Rakshasa ghost."

Ye Zhao smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "That's right. I'm planning to organize the small cannon team of Zuojiang and Youjiang Second Battalions. The Zuojiang Camp is in charge, so I'll have Brother Han. I've submitted the memorials and will be heard soon." In fact, Ye Zhao is away and the war is urgent. The battalion officials will all be allowed to dispatch the capital. I think even the Sixth Prince will not be serious about this matter, so as not to miss the state affairs, and even give people a handle. Han Jinchun was originally a garrison for the regiment, and it is more reasonable to be appointed as the Zuojiang Camp. The only variable is that his broken leg depends on what Ye Zhao said.

Han Jinchun was stunned when he heard Ye Zhao's words, almost thinking that he was dreaming, and said in a trembling voice: "Young Master, what did you just say?"

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "Brother Han heard it right. Don't say that firearms are popular nowadays, there is no need to charge the general. Even a thousand years ago, wouldn't there be a famous General Sun Bin? With Brother Han's courage and slightness, isn't he as good as the ancients? I'm waiting for Brother Han, the one-legged general, to be so powerful all over the world!"

He did not avoid Han Jinchun's broken leg at all, so he prescribed the right medicine, asking Han Jinchun to remove the shadow in his heart as soon as possible and become the confident and strong brave general again.

Liu Quxiang came in with Han Jinchun, but he didn't interrupt just now. At this time, he smiled and said, "Brother Han, I have heard of your reputation for a long time. We will resist the enemy side by side in the future, so I have to ask Brother Han for more advice."

Harric also made fun of it and said, "Old Han, my master has helped you prepare the ten thousand-year-old chair. I will be able to sit on it and be promoted steadily. I have to fight a few beautiful battles!"

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "Yes, come on, try whether this wheelchair is fit or not."

Han Jinchun's eyes were filled with tears, and he held Ye Zhao's hand tightly, his lips moved, and finally he didn't say anything.

Sometimes, there is no need to say a lot of things.

It was more than half an hour later that Han Jinchun was pushing him out of the yard. When he turned around, he saw Harric still following him, Ye Zhao said in surprise: "So what's wrong?"

Harric smiled bitterly and said, "Master, you are worried about what I said. I have found a treasure for my master, but I forgot it!"

Ye Zhao finally recovered, but glared at Harric: "Don't be pretentious with me! Why don't you lead the way?"

The more Ye Zhao looked like this, the more Harric felt that his master was close to him and did not treat him as an outsider. He hurriedly said, and led Ye Zhao to the left and cross the courtyard.

Originally, the side hall of the City Guardian Yamen was arranged in a very good manner since Ye Zhao arrived. As usual, the layout of eight chairs and four chairs was laid with red warm felt, and some blue and white porcelain was placed on the wooden frame of the table, which tasted like a flower hall of a wealthy family in the Guanzhou.

Ye Zhao was stunned when he entered the flower hall, but saw two women standing in the hall. One of them knew it was a Dahur woman at first glance, while the other was a blond girl with white skin, a high nose bridge, and a typical Rakshasa beauty. From the entire population, Rakshasa beauty was less charming than Western European blonde beauties, and had more cold and seductive beauty, but it was easier for men to arouse the desire to conquer and ravage.

The girl in front of her looks only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a tall figure, graceful and graceful figure, wrapped in a snow-white European-style long winter dress with a slender waist and tall breasts. At a young age, she is developing and sexy and has a devilish figure as a super model.

But at this moment, her face was full of fear, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her seductive deep blue eyes were filled with smudges. Her white skirt was covered with mud, which should have been caused by falling into the mud. She had long disappeared. Now she was wearing pairs of Dahuer straw sandals, and her snow-white little feet were also covered with mud, embarrassed and fearful, as if a lamb to be slaughtered, but it was easier for men to be mad.

"Master, what do you think?" Haric pointed at the little beauty Rakshasa like a treasure. In fact, the one who captured this little beauty a few days ago was a team manager in his camp. The moment he captured this little beauty, the team manager immediately had his eyes lit up, so he naturally had to offer it to Lord Dutong. He immediately told his subordinates not to touch him. He soon asked someone to find a Dahur woman to take care of her and personally led the team to send the little beauty to Aihui.

But Harric didn't say the name of the team. He thought to himself, and said that he would give him a lot of money, and it was not a loss to him. This great contribution would have to be given to me. You must know that the family of the Lord Tuan was not around and was young and crazy. I was afraid that I would have thought about this romantic matter for him. It would be no more than any contribution to find a foreign beauty for the Lord Tuan?

Harric didn't mention the matter of managing the team, but said, "Don't worry, master, no one of the labels has touched her. Her body was stained by mud, which was caused by running out of the carriage. The slave was not good for anyone to wash her, so he sent her over overnight."

Ye Zhao was slightly surprised: "Carriage?"

"Yes, from the west, there were three guards riding horses, and they were killed on the spot by the prefects." Harric found out clearly so that the master would not show any timidity when he asked.

"Oh? Then did Master Mad ask her about her origin?" Ye Zhao looked at the girl again, looking at her clothes that were not as dressed as an ordinary family and had guards, but she didn't know who she was.

Harric laughed dryly and said, "That's not, but although the team was marked as far north, she was probably not an important figure, otherwise she wouldn't have brought only three guards."

Harric began to find some Rakshasa objects, but he liked to ask Priest Mad for advice, asking Priest Mad to identify what treasure it was, but gradually, he felt that he was not arguing with this old thing, and he had to talk about some great principles every time, such as kindness, not greed, etc. Who is patient to listen to this?

And this little beauty of Rakshasa would not make the priest Mad know. Not to mention the robber of a woman in the country, Madshasa would be long-winded. Just the identity of this little beauty, so beautiful, what if she was the princess of Rakshasa, how could the master enjoy it? I was afraid that she would send it to the capital and hand it over to the emperor for disposal, so it would be better to be confused. I don’t know who she is, so I wouldn’t say that she would deceive the king. Even if she is really a princess, I naturally don’t know.

Ye Zhao didn't know what Harichi was thinking, and he nodded after hearing Harichi's words. It was not that Harichi's analysis was reasonable, but that most women in the Far East were prostitutes. If it weren't for poor families migrating with their families, the noble blood would never come to this barren land. There were three guards, most of them were the family members of Rakshasa officers, and their daughters and fiancées.

"Master, how do you think about her life?" Harric asked with his little eyes blinking.

Ye Zhao hesitated for a moment and said, "Stay here."

Harric immediately was overjoyed and called Qian Qian: "Zha! I'll go and call Mrs. Ma to help him clean up." Mrs. Ma was one of the two bannermen women serving Ye Zhao. The city guard Shengkui assigned him to help the governor wash and do some miscellaneous work.

Ye Zhao nodded slightly.

In the evening, Ye Zhao summoned several Dahur warriors in the study and discussed it secretly for a long time. It was already three o'clock when he came out. When Ye Zhao Shiran came to the courtyard of the inner house, he was slightly stunned when he saw Mrs. Ma standing in front of the dormitory. Then he immediately took away the matter of the little beauty of Rakshasa. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that Mrs. Ma was loyal to her duties, and was afraid that the Rakshasa girl would escape.

"Sir, let me go in and search again." Seeing Ye Zhao coming, Ma's wife continued to be happy.

Ye Zhao waved his hand: "No need!" Judging from the girl's appearance, she was not a person who dared to fight desperately.

"Yes!" Ma's wife stood up, respectfully helped Ye Zhao push open the door, retreated to the side, and waited for Ye Zhao to enter the house, and then gently brought the door with her.

Ye Zhao is not really a beastly person and wants to find a famous woman to vent her. If she doesn't agree to keep her, she doesn't know how miserable the girl will face.

In this extremely deserted land in the extreme north, where there are snow and deserted land, Ye Zhao really couldn't blame the new army's brave army discipline, especially the new army. Most of their families were in Guangzhou, and they were young and strong, and there were no camp prostitutes outside the pass. It was inevitable that raping Rakshasa women would appear. However, it was not common for Ye Zhao to turn a blind eye. However, there were strict orders before, and if they dared to humiliate the Qing people, they would be killed. The Qing people naturally included bannermen, Han people, and border tribes such as Dawuer.

If the Rakshasa girl in front of her was not told to stay, the tragic fate of waiting for her was obvious. Although she hated the Rakshasa devils to the core, since she bumped into it, Ye Zhao could not remain indifferent. After all, Ye Zhao felt uncomfortable when she was forced to massacre civilians in the Rakshasa village.

The dormitory has a beautiful screen with orioles singing in green willows, and the inside and outside the room is separated by red candles. The various toys in the blue gauze cabinet are more elegant and exquisite. The shelf beds with beautiful embossed flowers and decorations in the inner room are created by carpenters after Ye Zhao came. They are luxurious and expensive, with red gold hanging on the flower tent.

At this moment, in the brocade quilt on the bed, the girl of Rakshasa was lying inside, her blue eyes were deep, her long golden hair was bent like waves, and she was scattered on the red pillow, looking extremely charming under the red candle. However, she looked frightened, and when she heard the footsteps, she saw a man coming in. Although she had known the tragic fate she might face, she was still so scared that she wrapped her quilt tightly and moved backwards, her blue eyes were full of panic.

Ye Zhao frowned slightly and asked, "What's your name?" He asked in Chinese, English and French, but the girl had no response.

I had no choice but to use the bad Russian language, but I learned it from Priest Mad during this period. I only knew a few simple sentences and asked the prisoner more appropriately.

"You, your name?"

The Rakshasa girl was stunned and then she said something. Ye Zhao immediately became dizzy and pointed at the Rakshasa girl and said, "You, your name, Sharava!" Whatever her original name was, it was just a name, and she called her.

"You, your name, Sharaba!" Ye Zhao pointed at her and repeated, "Do you understand?" This is in Chinese.

The Rakshasa girl looked confused, shook her head repeatedly, and said whispering, as if she was telling Ye Zhao that she would not call Sharaba.

Ye Zhao frowned and pointed at the Rakshasa girl: "You, name, Sharaba!" After thinking for a while, another word popped up: "Die!"

The girl Rosa's face changed drastically, and she moved backwards, but she had already leaned against the wall.

"Your name, Sharaba!" Ye Zhao pointed at her and said again. Finally, the Rakshasa girl seemed to understand. It turned out that this was a new name given to her by the Chinese.

"You, your position?" I wanted to ask her who she was but couldn't say it, but she could only say it "position". Then I shook my head. It was a waste of time. I would like to ask her tomorrow.

Sleeping? But "Shava" occupied her bed. Ye Zhao looked at the soft couch outside the screen. Although she was kind enough to prevent the disaster for her, she would have suffered a lot when she asked her to sleep on the soft couch outside on the bed.

Once you are used to enjoying it, how could Ye Zhao talk about demeanor to the Rakshasa woman? He pointed to the soft couch outside and said, "You, where..." but he couldn't say anything when he fell asleep.

"Shava" looked at Ye Zhao blankly.

Ye Zhao had no choice but to say and gesture: "You, where are you sleeping..." Although the sleep behind was said in Chinese, he made a sleeping position with his hands in front of his head and pillowed.

After gestured twice, Sharapova seemed to finally understand, but she didn't move.

Ye Zhao frowned: "Die!" The people of Rakshasa all deceived good and feared evil, and both men and women were the same, but it would not work if they were not scared.

Sure enough, Sharaba's face changed drastically. She quickly lifted the quilt and got up. Ye Zhao's head buzzed, but she saw the blond and blue-eyed beauty, with snow-white and smooth body, and only wearing red bellybands and red underwear. It was thought that it was Ma's wife who changed her after taking a shower for her, so she didn't dare to refuse.

The little red bellyband was almost burst out by her towering and proud breasts. Her smooth and seductive back, her dazzling long legs, and the unique seductive curves of European beauties were all exposed in front of Ye Zhao. The beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes only had the erotic scenes covered by the vulgar classical bellyband, which made people bleeding from the nose.

Sharaba quickly got out of bed, pulled up her embroidered slippers, and ran to the soft couch. Ye Zhao shook her head and moved her eyes away from her body.

Ye Zhao was helpless when he was lying in a robe. He seemed to be unable to control himself anymore, but he was really worried that he would become a pervert one day. But he lived for two twenty years and had already lost his body in this life, but he still had no real partner to Yunyu. Sometimes he really couldn't blame himself.

Ye Zhao slept soundly. When he woke up the next morning, he found that Sharapova had woken up early. He wore a purple embroidered cheongsam, beautiful flag shoes with ingots, long golden hair and cloud bun, and a few luxurious vermilion hairpins. He was wearing a young beauty with blond hair and blue eyes. His current classical Chinese outfit is really indescribable.

In fact, when Ma Xiao was blowing wax last night, she asked outside, and thought that after the matter was over, she would take the Rakshasa girl to another room to bed, so as not to make any mistakes when the man was sleeping.

But he didn't hear the reply from Lord Tuan, so Mrs. Ma had to go back to rest, and brought Shawa cheongsam shoes and socks early in the morning.

While serving the headmaster, Ma's wife was gesturing and asking Sharava to learn. How could Sharava understand? Ye Zhao was just funny and didn't say anything.
To be continued...