allonlinenovel Chapter 245: How can this be a god? It’s clearly an evil ghost!
Chapter 245: How can this be a god? It’s clearly an evil ghost!
When the Tatar king surrendered, Yan Nansheng had already reached the door of the palace's bedroom like a ghost.
She was dressed in a fiery red dress, which made her particularly eye-catching in this cold palace. The spear in her hand emitted a cold light, as if telling of the countless battles it had experienced.
Slowly pushing open the heavy carved wooden door, a luxurious atmosphere hits you in the face.
The Tatar king's bedroom was spacious and magnificent, with exquisite tapestries embroidered with gold thread hanging on the walls, depicting the glorious battles of the Tatar tribe in the past and the magnificent scenery of the grassland.
Each tapestry is worth a fortune, and its delicate needlework and dazzling gold threads all demonstrate the owner's luxurious taste.
However, in the corners of these tapestries, some old stains and traces of wear and tear can be vaguely seen, which clearly shows that the Tatar king had long neglected them and only regarded them as a tool to show off his wealth rather than truly appreciating these artistic treasures.
The floor of the hall is covered with thick Persian carpets, which are soft and thick, and stepping on them feels like sinking into the clouds.
The patterns on the carpet are intricate and colorful, with red, blue and gold as the main colors, interweaving a mysterious and charming exotic style.
These carpets were all transported from the distant Persian region, traveling thousands of miles and consuming a huge amount of financial and human resources.
But at this moment, the carpet was scattered with some leftover fruits and cake crumbs, making it look messy, showing that the owner lived an indulgent and casual life and had no intention of cherishing these precious items.
A huge bed occupies a corner of the bedroom. The bed frame is made of precious mahogany and is carved with exquisite patterns, which makes it look lifelike.
The bedding on the bed is made of the finest silk fabric, which is soft, smooth, and warm to the touch. It is embroidered with gorgeous gold edges. The embroidery is extremely delicate, and every stitch and thread reveals luxury and nobility.
However, the area around the bed was filled with all kinds of messy clothes and accessories, some of which were thrown on the ground, and some were half hanging on the side of the bed, creating a mess.
There was a low table next to the bed, and on the table was a pure gold wine glass, the body of the glass was inlaid with various gems, and it was shining.
There was still some unfinished wine in the glass, emitting a faint aroma that filled the entire bedroom.
Next to the wine glass, there were some scattered gold coins and jewels, which seemed to have been thrown away by the Tatar king while drinking and having fun. His squandering and indifference to wealth were evident.
Yan Nansheng stepped into the bedroom filled with luxurious atmosphere, frowned slightly, and couldn't help feeling a little disdain for the extravagant life of the Tatar king.
Are the Tatar tribes so rich? The Tatar king's bedroom alone is so extravagant.
If you have money, why don't you use it to exchange for food to protect your subjects, but just waste it as a toy?
It seems that the Tatar tribes are not as brave and fearless as people say, and they are also greedy for pleasure at heart.
She walked straight to the tiger-skin chair beside the bed. It was a huge tiger skin with smooth and soft fur and colorful hair. It was obviously taken from a ferocious adult tiger.
Yan Nansheng sat down on the tiger-skin chair without any hesitation, leaning lazily on the back of the chair with his legs crossed.
With one hand she held her spear and prodded it into the ground, with the tip of the spear piercing deeply into the stone slab, as if to pierce through the majesty of the palace as well.
With his chin in his hand, he looked at the King of Tatar with cold and somewhat teasing eyes.
When the Tatar King opened his eyes, he saw a figure sitting on a tiger-skin chair beside his bed.
The light in the bedroom was dim and he couldn't see the man's face clearly.
He thought it was some bold slave who sneaked into his bedroom while he was sleeping.
He was just about to pull up the woman beside him to see what was going on, but when he stretched out his hand, the person who served him last night had disappeared, leaving only a pool of sticky liquid on the pillow.
The Tatar king suddenly woke up.
I suddenly stood up and looked over, and saw that the liquid beside the pillow was actually a pool of blood!
The bloodstains were particularly eye-catching on the white silk sheets, like a silent warning.
The Tatar king thought the man had been killed, but he did not dare to question.
His heart was filled with fear. The aura of the figure before him was like a mountain pressing down on his head, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Yan Nansheng crossed his legs and made a "tsk" sound, breaking the deathly silence.
"Greetings, King of Tatar. I was anxious to see you, so... I am a little impolite." Her voice was lazy and cold, echoing in the empty bedroom.
There is courtesy, but not much.
The Tatar king asked in a trembling voice: "Who are you?"
There was an uncontrollable tremor in his voice, and his hands unconsciously grasped the quilt, as if it was his last straw.
At this moment, the Tatar king had a pale face, bloodshot eyes, and his hair was scattered messily on his shoulders.
His eyes revealed fear and confusion, and he completely lacked the dignity and composure that a king should have.
"I don't know why all Tatar generals are so brave. Why are you, Your Majesty, so...tsk tsk..."
Yan Nansheng's tone was full of disdain, and her eyes seemed to be looking at a cowardly and incompetent wretch.
The King of Tatar was almost angered to death by her disdainful look and tone!
However, he felt more fear and shock in his heart.
He knew who this person was!
Dressed in red and holding a spear, he kills everyone!
This is a song that has recently been sung among the Tatar tribes.
He is Yan Nansheng! The young military strategist from Daqing who is said to be a god incarnate!
But in the Tatar King’s heart at this moment, Yan Nansheng was not a god at all.
Which good person doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, sits beside someone's bed and stares at them, and kills his own person silently!
Is this something a god could do? This is clearly a demon! An evil ghost from hell!
Yan Nansheng looked at the horrified expression of the Tatar King, but his heart was calm.
In her previous life, she had experienced countless battles and had fought many zombie kings, so the people in the base at that time were also afraid of her, and they were already accustomed to the fear of the Tatar King.
She stood up and swung the spear in her hand lightly, bringing up a gust of cold wind.
"King of Tartar, you have nowhere to go now. Your royal court is under the control of our Daqing cavalry. Do you think you have any choice?"
Yan Nansheng's voice was not loud, but it was full of majesty and oppression.
Looking at this cowardly leader of the tribe, she suddenly felt extremely bored and didn't want to waste any more time.
The Tatar king turned pale, he knew his situation was extremely critical.
His army had suffered defeat in the previous battles, and now that the royal court had been breached by Yan Nansheng, he really couldn't think of any way to reverse the defeat.
In the past days, he was only concerned with enjoying a luxurious life and neglected the country's military and political affairs, which led to a decline in the army's combat effectiveness and a loss of public morale.
He greedily plundered the people's wealth just to satisfy his own selfish desires, but never considered the long-term development of the country and the suffering of the people.
"I...I surrender."
The Tatar king uttered these words with difficulty, as if he had used up all his strength.
He knew that this was the only choice he could make. Although he was filled with reluctance, he had no other choice facing a strong enemy like Yan Nansheng.