Chapter Fifty: Inviting You into the Urn

  The curtain was lifted, and a 14 or 15-year-old girl with bright eyes and white teeth slipped in, whispering to Di Lie, who was waiting for the opportunity: "He's here!"

  Di Lie recognized the girl, who had just volunteered to earn a national salary and enter the palace as a personal guard. What was surprising was that she was not an ordinary palace maid, but a princess - the 27th daughter of Huizong, Ning Fugong Emperor's daughter Zhao Xuanzhu.

  It's unknown whether this little princess was born with a fearless heart or if she knew she could escape, but her courage grew and she dared to face the "evil spirit" of the Jin army alone, who would normally make her retreat far away at just a glimpse.

  Di Lie gave her a thumbs up to show encouragement, and the little princess's bright face suddenly smiled like a flower.

  Di Lie waved his hand backwards, and the girls retreated into the rear chamber separated by a screen, holding their breath in unison.

  The girls hadn't had time to hide completely when several imperial guards entered one after another, accompanied by a burst of lustful laughter.

  Guo Lu's guards had long been drooling over the beautiful women in this tent, but their usually lustful and daring leader, Meng An, had never set foot inside. This made them feel even more frustrated. Today, it was rare for the leader to let loose and not only indulge himself, but also remember his subordinates, how could they not be overjoyed?

  Just as the imperial guard rushed into the tent, before he could see clearly whether the person in front of him was male or female, his eyes suddenly blurred and his neck was severely hit, causing him to fall to the ground. The guards who followed behind him fell one by one without any defense. Every time someone was about to fall, Di Lie would stretch out her foot to support them, preventing any noise from being made. As a result, after knocking down four people, the guards still had no idea what was happening. It wasn't until the fifth and final guard stepped into the tent that he seemed to sense something, but it was already too late.

  That close guard had just reached for the knife handle, when Di Lie struck him with a fierce and ruthless phoenix eye fist, shattering his throat, and he fell back, stunned, clutching at his throat.

  Five bodyguards were knocked down, but things didn't end there. Di Lie stepped forward and twisted the necks of the unconscious bodyguards one by one. Then he clapped his hands and said to the women in the rear tent: "All come over, strip off their clothes, take their knives, arrows, and waist cards. Whether you can escape from here depends on this 'tiger skin'."

  The temptation to escape the tiger's mouth was indeed not ordinary, despite the few deceased guards having a strong smell of mutton fat typical of nomadic tribes. However, those delicate palace maids still pinched their noses and quickly stripped off the armor and leather cloaks, but as for the filthy undergarments, they didn't want them no matter what.

  At this time, Huanhuan poked her head out from behind Zhu Huanghou's back, saw the twisted corpse, and quickly withdrew her head, patting her full chest, and spat out a small tongue: "This is just five sets of clothes and waist cards, we have nearly twenty people..."

  "Twenty-first sister, don't worry," Xuanzhu said with a smile. "Just now when I went out to spread the word, according to our great hero's orders, I had one of his personal guards go and summon all of that thousand-household lord's personal guards. The guy was overjoyed, chattering away, asking one of the Khitan guards who understood Jurchen language at the gate, and only then did he realize what he was saying - something like 'Meng An is really considerate of his subordinates, he hasn't forgotten to reward his brothers...'. Although I don't know how many will come, but a thousand-household lord's personal guard shouldn't be smaller than our own sisters in the tent, right?"

  Xuan Xuan still had some worries: "Ten or twenty people, if they all come in at once..."

  Di Lie cut in: "I'll make them come in batches. And also, please, String of Pearls Little Sister... uh, no, that's not it... what was it? Emperor Girl?"

  Pouting with her small red lips, she said discontentedly: "It's Ning Fu Emperor's daughter, Ning Fu! Ning Fu! Are these two words so hard to remember?"

  "Uh, of course not, very memorable, too memorable...". Di Lie was sweating profusely. It seems that whether in ancient or modern times, forgetting a girl's name (alias) is always a very embarrassing thing. However, what made Di Lie even more speechless was Song Huizong Zhao Ji's incredibly powerful fertility - 32 sons and 34 daughters. Except for the not-so-reliable, legendary 100 sons of Zhou Wen Wang, this is almost the most in terms of fertility among ancient Chinese emperors.

  And most ironically, in another parallel space-time, so many dragon sons and daughters were almost wiped out by the Jin people. The dragon sons were mostly imprisoned for life, dying in a foreign land; while the dragon daughters were even more miserable, becoming slaves, maids, or even prostitutes...

  Only Zhao Gou, the King of Kang, ran away, but because he was so scared by the Jin army that he couldn't even raise his hand, and his only son also died in shock during the "Miao-Liu Rebellion", just like his father. As a result, the originally prosperous Zhao clan of Taizong's lineage almost became extinct. In the end, Zhao Gou had no choice but to pass on the throne to the descendants of Taizu. More than 100 years ago, in the candlelight and shadows, Emperor Taizong of Song, Zhao Kuangyi, who assassinated his brother and seized power, could never have imagined that his future generations would return the throne to the descendants of his elder brother in such a helpless situation. Indeed, the fortunes are changing...

  Five corpses were stacked together, wrapped in a carpet and piled up at the corner of the tent. The candles inside the tent were extinguished, leaving only one, which cast a faint light. Di Lie sat cross-legged at the entrance of the tent, waiting quietly.

  The girls all hid in the rear account, although it was tens of meters away, and there was a screen in between, Di Lie could still hear the rapid and urgent gasps. After a long time, the sound of horseshoes came from outside the camp gate, followed by loud voices and heavy footsteps coming towards this tent...

  It's finally here!

  Di Lie suddenly stood up, his entire body emitting a series of crackling sounds as his joints popped.

  A loud and rough voice came from outside: "Ma Anbao, I have been ordered to come here."

  Di Lie similarly said in a loud and rough Jurchen language: "Come in!"

  The curtain moved, a big face with a mustache poked in, and was met with a suddenly enlarged fist...

  The clever little princess allowed only five people to enter at a time. The first two batches were knocked down by Di Lie without any danger. However, during the third batch, when Di Lie broke the neck of the third enemy, for some reason, the fourth enemy had just stepped into the tent and immediately retreated, quickly turning around.

  Di Lie made a swift decision, suddenly ducking down and rolling out from under the tent flap - as expected, a flash of knife light swept over his head, if he had lifted the flap to chase after, he would have run right into the enemy's blade.

  Di Lie supported himself with one hand, kicked out with both legs, and in an instant had strangled the enemy into a four-footed inverted position, his curved knife flying far away. Immediately afterwards, he rushed forward, punching back the enemy's unuttered scream into their throat, then grabbed the back of their neck and swiftly dragged them into the tent.

  Under the dim and uncertain candlelight, that imperial guard was like a fish on a chopping board, his eyes rolled back, his hands grasping wildly, making gasping sounds, with an appearance of almost being strangled to death.

  Di Lie had just let go, and Qīn Wèi immediately choked his throat, coughing uncontrollably, with snot and tears streaming out. Di Lie viciously grabbed a handful of Qīn Wèi's disheveled hair at the back of his head, and in the Jurchen language, he menacingly asked: "How did you realize something was off?"

  His face turned blue as he coughed violently, with foul saliva flowing out, and yet he couldn't say a word.

  Di Lie fiercely pinched the back of the other person's collar: "If you don't speak, I'll do it again."

  "Cough, cough...... No......" The bodyguard was clearly frightened by that suffocating feeling and squeezed out three words with great effort, "Too...... quiet......"

  Di Lie was taken aback for a moment, then thought about it and understood - several batches of Gu Lü's personal guards had entered the account before, they were all ordered to find Le Zi, how could there be no response at all? Di Lie, who had come to his senses, could only smile bitterly. The women in this account pavilion were not ordinary palace maids, one by one was not a heavenly spoiled girl, but an imperial concubine, how could they learn to masturbate and moan...

  Di Lie was just about to press for an answer when he saw the curtain behind him move, as if someone's shadow had flashed by.

  Di Lie's three fingers snapped together, crushing the throat of the imperial guard, and with a swift movement, he dragged a slender body into the tent. At the same time, his other palm slammed onto the person's neck, just as he was about to exert force, but he suddenly felt a smooth sensation and froze in shock. And at this moment, the other person also let out a timely scream: "It's me!"

  Di Lie let go quickly and coughed dryly: "How can you just come in without even saying hello? What if I wasn't empty-handed but was holding a knife?"

  The beads were pressed against her chest, which was grabbed so tightly it hurt, and she glared at Di Lie with bulging eyes, just about to speak. But Di Lie turned around nonchalantly and said to the maids hiding behind the screen: "The alarm has been lifted, everyone come out, hurry up and change clothes, be ready to leave at any time."

  Since Xuanzhu has returned, it means that the Imperial Guards of Guoluo have all been captured. Although Di Lie felt that as a commander of a thousand men, his personal guards should not be just this many, but thinking about it, these guards also had different duties and couldn't all come to seek pleasure with him. Anyway, there were enough people, basically one golden armor per person, next was how to get these imperial women out of the Golden Camp.

  In Di Lie's plan, with his current identity as Guo Lu, plus the fact that all the girls have a "tiger skin" to protect them, it shouldn't be too difficult to mix out of the loose and tight Golden Army camp. The real problem, however, lies in escaping from the Golden Army after they leave. By then, the Golden Army must have been alerted, so how to escape their pursuit and safely bring the girls back to Man Mountain is the real challenge.

  Just as Di Lie thought it was the most unlikely time for anything to happen, a shocking voice in Song language came: "Seti Ma and Xie Bao, two gentlemen, and Te Mu Bei Zhen Sai Li, are hosting a grand banquet in the main tent of the central army. They respectfully invite Her Majesty the Empress, Wei Xian Fei, Zhu Shen Fei, Xing Wang Fei, Rou Fu Emperor's daughter (Huan Huan), Yi Fu Emperor's daughter (Yuan Zhu), Hui Fu Emperor's daughter (Zhu Zhu), Ning Fu Emperor's daughter (Chuan Zhu) and Yu Jie (daughter of Su Wang), Han Yu, Tan Xiang (daughter of Yue Wang Zhao Shi), Yu Ping four princesses, and sixteen palace maids: Jin Nong Yu, Lin Ling Xiang, Yu Xiao Hua, Jiang Nan Chun, Xi Fu Fu, Mo Qing Lian, Cao Xiao Fo Nu, Yao Xiao Jiao Nu, Lu Pi Pi, Jing Ying Tao, Xin Xiang Nu, Feng Bao Yu Er, Jiang Zui Mei, Fu Yuan Nu, Lin Ling Hao, Yang Diao Er and others to attend the banquet. Please do not delay, as the three kings have been waiting for a long time."

  This sudden unexpected event made the women who were busy preparing inside the account look like they had been struck by lightning, each movement completely frozen, stunned and motionless.

  PS: The above vivid and charming women's names all come from historical records. From these beautiful fragrant names, one can imagine their elegant demeanor and charm. What a great treasure! How could it be allowed to be taken away by the Jurchen pigs?!