In Yuan Xue's memory, this little junior sister was the most beautiful one in the Confucian Academy of Qi. She was twenty-two years old, and her father was a senior official of Qi. At this moment, she was kneeling on the ground, her white Confucian clothes torn in several places, revealing blood stains on her shoulders. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her lips were blue. It was obvious that she had been insulted by Qin Jun. A man in particularly luxurious clothes walked slowly over. Gilt armor, tiger helmet, and a gorgeously decorated bronze sword on his waist. This man stood out among the crowd - nearly 1.9 Meters tall, burly, with a cold and contemptuous smile on his face. Every time he took a step, the sound of military boots on the muddy ground made the Confucian scholars tremble. Ying Lie. The deputy commander of the Tieying Ruishi Battalion of the Qin State and the distant nephew of Ying Zheng. "Tsk, tsk, is there anyone alive?" Ying Lie walked up to Yuan Xue and looked at her condescendingly, "This seems to be some kind of Confucian and Taoist master? What is his name?" A man wearing a black official uniform came over and said, "General, he is a Confucian scholar from the Korean branch, surnamed Yuan. He openly insulted my king in Xinzheng before, and his tongue was cut out in public." "Oh, he is still a tough guy."
