Chapter 1204

Hearing this voice, Duan Yu raised his head curiously and looked at the woman kneeling in the hall.

The woman had golden hair and was wearing a light-colored long dress; she looked to be about twenty years old and had a seductive figure.

Because she was lowering her head, Duan Yu did not see her face clearly for a moment.

But the woman spoke in the Han language, which caught Duan Yu's attention.

"General... I... I am not a member of the Wusun mission. I do not want to go to Wusun. I was abducted here by the Wusun mission."

The woman raised her head as she spoke, revealing a pair of green eyes.

Two lines of clear tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes.

Oh.

When the woman raised her head, Duan Yu gave a soft exclamation.

No wonder.

No wonder she was abducted by Yuan Feigui.

She is quite beautiful.

And this kind of golden-haired, green-eyed beauty, like the bloodline of European women in later generations, is rare enough in this place.

"Zilong, send her to Gaochangbi," Duan Yu ordered, saying: "Get up. Since you are unwilling to return to Wusun with them, then forget it."

"Let's go," Zhao Yun pressed the hilt of the knife in his hand and came to Yimei's side.

But Yimei, who was kneeling on the ground, did not get up.

"General, spare my life..."

"Hmm?"

Duan Yu frowned and said: "This lord has already let you go; when did I ever say I would kill you?"

Yimei bit her lip with her pearly teeth, lowered her head, and said: "General... if the General sends me out, it would be equivalent to killing me..."

"If I go out... it will surely be even more miserable than being killed directly by the General."

"If the General really wants to send me out, then... then it would be better to just kill me..."

"Lest I..."

Duan Yu suddenly understood what the woman in front of him meant.

A woman.

A beautiful woman.

And one without any protection.

And a woman with no relatives, if left in a strange environment.

The outcome in this era can be imagined.

Just as Duan Yu was thinking, Yimei, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly spoke again: "General, I... I can stay. I can understand their language, and I can explain their words to the General."

"The General just said he wanted to attack Wusun; I can understand everything they say along the way."

Hmm?

Duan Yu raised an eyebrow and looked at the beauty kneeling on the ground.

"I am willing to be a slave and a maid for the General, only asking the General to take me in. I... as long as the General takes me in, I am willing to do anything..."

Yimei, kneeling on the ground, spoke in a pleading tone, and combined with her tear-streaked face, it was clearly very 'lethal'.

Duan Yu reached out and rubbed his chin, his eyes thoughtful.

That night.

The rear hall of the Cheshi Kingdom palace.

Duan Yu, having finished handling all matters, arrived at the rear hall of the palace wearing his armor.

The so-called palace was actually just equivalent to an ordinary large mansion, not even comparable to Duan Yu's governor's residence.

It shouldn't be said that it's not comparable; it can only be said that the difference is too great.

Whether in terms of size or the luxury of the decorations, it was far behind.

Although there were some silver utensils and stone carvings placed in the hall, no matter how one looked at it, it carried a sense of abruptness.

And most of it was paint on mud walls, which was not even a little bit comparable to the truly luxurious houses built with precious wood in the Great Han.

At this time, all the guards and nobles in this palace had been cleared out.

Only some maids responsible for serving were left.

Although they were all young girls, Duan Yu was really not interested in these maids who were not tall and had dark skin.

At this time, four maids were surrounding Duan Yu, helping him remove his armor.

But it was obvious that the height difference of these four maids was too great; their height of about 1.5 meters was only enough to reach a little above Duan Yu's waist.

They couldn't even remove the armor.

"You all go out," Duan Yu frowned.

However, Duan Yu's words only brought blank and terrified looks from the four maids.

Duan Yu then remembered that there was a language barrier.

"Zilong, take them all out," Duan Yu said toward the outside of the hall.

Zhao Yun, who was responsible for duty, immediately flashed out from outside the hall.

But before Zhao Yun could step into the hall, a woman's voice suddenly sounded from the side hall.

Yimei, wearing a light-colored long dress, walked out gracefully from the side hall and said something to the maids in a language Duan Yu did not understand.

The four maids then bowed to Duan Yu and walked toward the outside of the hall.

"You can also speak their language?" Duan Yu asked Yimei.

Yimei lowered her head and then nodded slightly: "This maid is a Yuezhi person, having lived in the Western Regions since childhood and traveled between the various nations, so I can understand their language."

"General, let this maid help the General remove his armor."

Duan Yu nodded without refusing.

Yimei was about 1.75 meters tall; although she still appeared very petite standing in front of Duan Yu, it was enough to unfasten the armor behind Duan Yu.

Click.

Click.

The sound of the lock rotating rang out, and the Dragon Scale Golden Armor made of extraterrestrial meteorite iron was removed from his body, revealing the black robe underneath.

Some yellow sand slid onto the ground along the gaps in the armor.

Duan Yu placed the Dragon Scale Golden Armor to the side.

Then he shook off the yellow sand on his body.

The wind and sand in the Western Regions were very strong; when the wind blew, one could swallow a mouthful of sand just by opening their mouth. Fortunately, the Liangzhou army had a tradition of wearing masks, which blocked most of the wind and sand.

But it was inevitable that some would get inside the armor and clothes.

Duan Yu shook the gravel out of his clothes while patting the dust off his body.

"General, there is much sand in the Western Regions; it is better to wash up. This maid will go and prepare hot water for the General," Yimei bowed slightly and said.

Duan Yu turned his head to look at Yimei, who was standing at his side.

"You seem to be very good at taking care of people," Duan Yu said.

Yimei's head lowered even further, her pointed chin almost touching the peaks on her chest.

Compared to Han women, Yimei's figure was more voluptuous.

It was exactly the same as those foreign beauties Duan Yu had seen in later generations.

The proportions were somewhat exaggerated.

Yimei, with her head lowered, said: "This maid has no way to make a living, so I can only do this..."

"Then what about your husband?"

Duan Yu's sudden question made Yimei's hand, which was tightly gripping her skirt, clench suddenly.

"He... he was killed by a robber!"