"From this newspaper: During this escort operation in the Gulf of Aden, Rear Admiral Xin Yue, deputy chief of staff of the Naval Headquarters of country Z, led the navy to successfully rescue two thousand hostages captured by pirates. Xin Yue died heroically in the line of duty.

"The following is a special report. Xin Yue, female, 22 years old, rear admiral, has lived in the Marine Corps for ten years, and is an outstanding naval special forces soldier of country Z..."

Newspapers were flying. In the deserted night, there was a strange clattering sound.

Another time and space.

In the eighth year of Daili in the Ming Dynasty, Tianlao.

"I said, did I want you to stop?"

Zhu Yu was dressed in a bright yellow robe, with a hint of coldness flashing on his cold face. He pointed at the bloody girl on the ground and said, "You wake up, let me continue to beat you."

The jailers moved their wrists, picked up a large bucket of water next to them, and poured it on the girl. After waking up from the pain and squealing slightly, the girl suddenly opened her eyes wide and begged for mercy: "Your Majesty, please... forgive me.

I……"

There was no expression on Zhu Yu's face, and he didn't even look at the bloody girl. He just repeated those cold words: "Keep beating me."

The sound of beatings as dense as raindrops, and the cry of the body like purgatory, were entangled together, and in this quiet night, it was extremely sad.

Zhu Yu leaned slightly on the golden nanmu chair, tapping the armrests with his slender fingers regularly, his eyes half-closed, as if he was enjoying the singing and dancing in the inner courtyard of the palace.

But outside the prison door, the sounds of fighting were louder than the other, and the sounds of swords clashing could be heard all the time.

Zhu Yu's face was calm, showing no signs of abnormality, and he murmured: "Five, four, three, two, one..."

As soon as the word "one" was said, the huge prison door opened in response, the huge moon gave off a yellow halo, the cold wind blew through the corners of the prison, and the flickering candlelight followed the long corridor between the cells, from

It stretched out from the gate, surging layer by layer, like a stormy sea under the blue sky and white sun.

A man suddenly appeared at the gate. He was tall and majestic in black night clothes, and the blood-stained sword in his hand flashed a sharp edge. He stood on the steps, turning a deaf ear to the still spectacular killing cries behind him, and only raised his head coldly.

He opened his eyes and looked down at the bright yellow figure at the end of the corridor.

There were bloodstains next to the bright yellow, and the long corridor blocked his view. He could only see three feet of the girl's blood-stained black hair.

The man in black walked down the steps step by step. At the same time, he pulled off the black mask that covered his face. A handsome face that blended evil charm and unruly was revealed. His narrow eyes were gently lifted, and the shiny blade was straight.

Referring to the noble emperor of the Daming Dynasty, a voice as low as the deep sea sounded in the prison of Tianjia: "Zhu Yu, if you know her, please let her go quickly."

Smelling a familiar voice, the girl who was lying motionless on the ground moved her fingers, and then weakly raised her eyes. Her dilated pupils could not see anything clearly, and she could only unconsciously say: "Brother Ling, it's... it's you.

Are you... coming?" Her voice was hoarse. After saying this, she fell to the ground, not knowing whether she was dead or unconscious.

Zhu Yu's face was calm. In front of him were a group of imperial guards who were protecting him. He stood up and said: "Chu Zhiling, you are indeed here." The young emperor waved his hands gently, and a guard immediately grabbed the girl who fell to the ground.

Lifting his body, he opened his mouth and said: "The life of your sweetheart is in my hands. If you still dare to lead your pirates to cause trouble, I can kill her at any time."

"So what you mean is that you want me to be recruited by the imperial court, abandon the southeastern sea area, and become an official in politics?"

"I think you are a talented person in martial arts. If you are demoted to the imperial court, I can grant you an official position."

A sharp look suddenly appeared on Chu Zhiling's face: "What if I don't obey?"

"Then you have to be prepared to die."

Chu Zhiling had no fear, but a wicked smile flashed across his face: "It's not certain who will die."

Soon, a large number of people wearing black night clothes rushed in, obviously people belonging to Chu Zhiling.

Zhu Yuxiao: "Are such a small number of people trying to attack me?"

"There are others outside, and they have surrounded your prison several times." He smiled evilly, "I have called all my pirates ashore."

"The Emperor is not well!"

Guards hurried in from outside and knelt down to Zhu Yu, "Your Majesty, His Highness the Ninth Prince has sent people to attack!"

"Wha...what?" Zhu Yu's calm face finally showed a hint of panic.

Chu Zhiling's eyebrows were filled with a smile, and the light in his narrow eyes was uncertain, and he said: "The emperor really shouldn't choose to attack me when there is internal trouble."

After a long time, Zhu Yu swallowed down the anger in his heart, his face was as gloomy as a ghost, and he said to the guard holding the girl, "Let her go."

Chu Zhiling took a step forward, picked up the girl's blood-stained body, frowned slightly, and then, surrounded by many men in black, strode out of the cell, truly calm and arrogant.

Back on the ship, Chu Zhiling's face was filled with a sinister look. He entered the cabin and threw the girl into the bed without mercy. His subordinate Song Chang asked: "Brother, Xiaoyue is injured like this. It doesn't matter if we don't treat her."

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Chu Zhiling's face was condensed, the smile on his handsome and charming face had disappeared, and a sharp look flashed across his eyebrows: "Ignore her, she deserves to die, and she should be taught a lesson."

Song Chang withdrew, and for a long time, Chu Zhiling approached the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at the girl's breasts rising and falling slightly.

He didn't notice that just when he wasn't approaching, the girl's breathing stopped, and a few seconds later, her heartbeat started again.

After a long time, Chu Zhiling pursed her lips, and then took a handkerchief and wiped the girl's brows and eyes, which were clear and clear. Suddenly, there was a storm outside, but inside, time and space traveled, and the undead were transformed.

Xin Yue, a female rear admiral of the Navy, is young and successful with outstanding achievements.

Like a tornado, Chu Zhiling's boat was bumping wildly. Unexpectedly, Chu Zhiling lost his balance, tilted his body, and fell on the bed.

His lips pressed against her small chin.

At this moment, the girl on the bed opened her eyes, which were as clear as water.

Frowning, my whole body felt like tearing pain. The weight placed on my body couldn't be pushed away.

The next moment, the girl's pupils suddenly dilated infinitely, as if she had seen something incredible.

Chu Zhiling's eyes were black and translucent, like the surface of a crystal-clear lake, reflecting her face clearly.

The close eye contact made it impossible for her not to see clearly the little person in Zhi Ling's eyes. His facial features were beautiful and soft, and he was as pitiful as a sick child. It was completely different from the face that had been with her for more than twenty years.

Xin Yue felt incredible. She wanted to shout, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she could not make any sound.

Like a flashback, the excessive shock allowed her to overcome the pain and fatigue in her body, move her hand, and then wave with all her strength.

"Snapped."

It was calm again outside for a moment. Chu Zhiling looked at the girl who dared to hit him with her hand and said angrily: "How dare you hit me."

Xin Yue did not respond to his words, but opened his big eyes and scanned the surrounding situation. The wooden cabin was antique, and his brain quickly judged that it was about the style of the internal structure and furnishings of ancient Chinese ships in the seventeenth century.
Chapter completed!