Reincarnation in the Three Kingdoms Era with a System

Chapter 642 642: 642 Zhao Yun's Considerations

"Thank you, sir. May I ask for your help in burying my husband?"

The young woman squatted on the ground, looking at her husband's body, cleaved in two. She didn't cry, only her eyes were red-rimmed. Compared to the usual wailing and screaming of women, she seemed exceptionally different.

"Yes."

Lu Ming sent someone to help her bury her husband. "Return to the village first."

Back in the village, the bandits had been wiped out, and the fires in the houses had been extinguished.

Only ashes remained, and a few houses stood as remains.

This was the chaos of war; without the power to protect themselves, everything here was so fragile and vulnerable.

Covered in blood, Zhao Yun approached Lu Ming and reported, "Thank you, sir. I will remember this."

"Zhao Yun, are you willing to serve under me? To pledge your loyalty?"

Lu Ming, mounted on his warhorse, looked at the homeless and dejected villagers and said, "Zhao Family Village is now destroyed, with no food reserves. In this cold wind, they have no hope of survival."

Zhao Yun hesitated for a moment, still undecided. "I am but a humble scholar, I fear I am not worthy of your esteemed opinion."

"No need for such formalities. If you pledge your loyalty, I will save them."

Lu Ming pointed to the villagers, who lived in constant fear. "In these chaotic times, even the government cannot protect itself, let alone speak of ambition."

"Sir, could you first provide relief to the villagers? Allow me one night to consider this, and I will give you an answer tomorrow?"

Zhao Yun hesitated.

To be honest, Lu Ming's reputation was not good, so he did not pledge his loyalty immediately.

In the past, he served Gongsun Zan because of Gongsun Zan's illustrious reputation for fighting against foreign invaders. He also allied with Liu Bei because of Liu Bei's benevolent nature and the renowned status of the imperial uncle.

But Lu Ming, frankly, was portrayed as a despicable and shameless villain, making it difficult to inspire loyalty.

"Alright, you can go now."

Lu Ming waved his hand, instructing his men to pile up the straw and build simple huts.

Although the cold wind still made them shiver, at least they felt some comfort. In front of one of the tents, Zhao Yun finally found his sister-in-law and mother.

"Mother, sister-in-law, are you alright? Where's my brother?"

Zhao Yun was still a little puzzled as to why his sister-in-law was living in a tent.

Zhao Yun's mother was only in her early forties.

Years of hard labor and harsh conditions had given her some graying curls. "Your brother was killed by bandits while protecting us. Zilong (Zhao Yun's Courtesy Name), Governor Lu is a good man. He even had his soldiers help collect the villagers' bodies and gave everyone food."

Hearing his mother's words, Zhao Yun froze. His brother was dead?

Before Zhao Yun could react, his sister-in-law wiped away her tears. "Uncle, it's cold outside. Come into the tent and warm up."

After a while, Zhao Yun sat in the tent. Although he still felt a bit cold, his body was much warmer.

Looking at the bedding on the cot, he wondered why there was so much aid.

He understood what had happened. After his brother was buried, his sister-in-law had led the elderly, women, and children down the mountain.

They were put in the tent and didn't encounter the things he had imagined.

"Prefect Lu is a good man. I misunderstood him. Before, when we entered the city, everyone said he wasn't a good person. I was wrong."

During the years Zhao Yun was learning his skills, he wasn't always in the mountains. He sometimes went out with his master, Tong Yuan, to perform acts of chivalry and earn a living by taking on odd jobs. He heard quite a few rumors along the way.

Back then, the Yuan family was spreading rumors about Lu Ming's misdeeds, most notably his murder of colleagues and his taking their wives and daughters as concubines—such heinous acts were despicable!

"Prefect Lu is a good man," said Zhao Yun's sister-in-law, Li Cui, her expression expressionless, though her eyes were still red.

She had always been a typical housewife, managing the household, but because she hadn't had children for many years, she looked younger.

"Prefect Lu just asked me if I would like to work under him, and I said I would consider it. Now it seems he is a good man, a good official."

Although Zhao Yun initially distrusted Lu Ming, after one night, it was clear he had overthought things.

"You decide this yourself, don't overthink it."

Zhao's mother was tired; her eldest son was dead. She was deeply saddened.

"Mother and sister-in-law, please rest. I'll take my leave now."

Zhao Yun took his leave, already having made up his mind.

It was almost dawn. Zhao Yun wiped his face with snow to clear his head.

Then he went to see Lu Ming, again informing Lin Rong, the personal guard stationed outside.

This towering man inspired awe.

"The lord has returned to the camp. You wait; he'll inform you later."

Lin Rong's voice was devoid of emotion, neither obsequious nor distant.

"Thank you, General."

Zhao Yun could only return to rest for a while, awaiting Lu Ming's arrival.

A nobody like him couldn't just see whomever he wanted.

Lu Ming had already returned to the camp, instructing the soldiers to prepare for departure.

He came back to put away the large bed, otherwise it would be difficult to transport it.

Looking at Madam Yan's reclining body, his restless energy after his carnage desperately needed a warm, cozy place to release.

So, with a lewd grin, he pressed down on her.

"Ugh!"

Tears still clung to Madam Yan's eyes. Betrayed by her husband to Lu Ming, and now defiled.

This was truly shameful.

Moreover, she was sharing a husband with her daughter; it was utterly shameful.

Lu Ming, however, didn't care what Madam Yan was thinking. He only wanted to vent, to vent properly.

Feeling Madam Yan's legs spread open, silently welcoming him, Lu Ming chuckled, and began to thrust his hips, his penis moving in and out of Madam Yan's vagina.

The honeyed juices in her flower path were continuously drawn out by his penis, the petals clinging tightly to it, the tender flesh inside the passage scraped by the glans, causing a tingling, numb sensation.

Yan could no longer restrain herself, and began to moan softly and seductively.

Yan moaned and groaned softly, her cries of pleasure rising and falling with a melodious rhythm, her sweet cries incredibly pleasing to the ear.

Lu Ming listened with great pleasure, then wrapped the woman's legs around his waist, supporting her round, firm, white buttocks, and thrust even more violently.

Looking at the plain-looking Yan, accompanied by the squelching sounds of his penis entering and exiting her vagina, Lu Ming felt his blood rushing, driving him mad.

Although she wasn't beautiful, she was resilient!

Unlike Madam Du, who was too beautiful and therefore fucked too hard! Her vagina was still red and swollen, unusable.