【The Legend of Fairy Mingxue】(67-73)

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Chapter Sixty-Seven: Xiangzhuang's Dream of a Butterfly
Ji Changting was awakened from his sleep by a roar. He opened his eyes blankly and looked out the window. Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and everything was a pale white. The window
paper reflected a giant python that coiled higher and higher, piercing the sky. Outside the window, the wind and rain were fierce, and the world changed color.
Amidst the raging wind, a young woman in green stood gracefully on the steps. In the howling wind and rain,
she seemed insignificant. She should have been frail, but at this moment, she seemed to hold up the entire sky.
Her cool and beautiful face was stunning, her long hair flowing wildly over her shoulders. Her light green dress fluttered in the wind, further highlighting
the allure of her graceful curves. Her body was slender and graceful, her breasts high and full, her legs long and beautiful. In her snow-white, crystal-clear hand was a
sharp longsword. A faint fragrance, like orchids, wafted from her flowing hair. She was Jin Yue!
The fierce wind and rain made it impossible to open one's eyes. Someone called from behind, "Miss Jin Yue."
Zhou Ning turned sharply, and there stood Ji Changting's fiancée behind him. Despite the terrifying sight,
her eyes showed no fear like most women's; her beautiful face remained calm and composed. Jin Yue
sat gracefully on the steps, her disheveled hair brushing against her alluring red lips. Her expression was aloof as she said, "Miss Hua Rui, you may return to your room for now."
Hua Rui silently shook her head, saying, "No need."
Jin Yue said calmly, "Suit yourself."
Ji Changting, leaning against the doorframe behind her, asked, "Miss Hua Rui, why don't you come in?"
Hua Rui... Turning back with a smile, she said, "What's meant to happen can't be avoided."
Ji Changting was taken aback. A fierce storm raged, soaking her face. Her sword, Morning Dew, was
suddenly drawn. Facing the raging wind and rain without flinching, raindrops fell on her body and bounced off her sword. Her red lips
coldly proclaimed, "Even if a thousand men stand against me, I will go!"
Hearing this beautiful woman's words, watching her charge towards the giant python with her sword, her back view so resolute,
even he, a scholar, felt his blood boil. His face flushed with fervor, and he exclaimed, "Excellent! Excellent! I'll have
Miss Hua Rui play 'Ambush from Ten Sides' to add to the merriment!" "!"
He had Hua Rui bring over a pipa, and she, like a beautiful woman half-concealing her face while playing, sat on the threshold and began to play "
Ambush from Ten Sides." "Ambush from Ten Sides" is a famous piece of music for brutal warfare, where
the sounds of swords and spears seem to come crashing down. The powerful melody, mingled with the wind and rain, depicts a giant python roaring and its demonic body coiling as it attacks Jin Yue. Zhou
Ning stood silently, staring blankly at the woman in green, who stood defiantly against the wind and rain. At that moment, he finally
understood the spirit of the people of Dingzhou throughout history—the spirit of courage and perseverance in the face of hardship and danger, no matter what the northern lands, the Tatars, or
anything else... In the Liang Kingdom, generation after generation of Dingzhou people bravely marched forward, undeterred by swords and spears,
standing firm on the battlefield . Tens of thousands of soldiers roared from the depths of their hearts, shouting in anger: "Though there be thousands, we will go!"
The weak Dingzhou
survived precisely in this predicament of struggling for survival, through the tireless efforts and painstaking struggles of the Yuan family ancestors. To this day, those voices, those roars, those generations
of Dingzhou rulers, and even figures like Yuan Zhengnan and Zhao Qingqing, though long gone from Dingzhou, their indomitable
spirit lives on!
The giant python roared, shaking mountains and rivers. Its dragon-like body, piercing the clouds, crushed everything in its path, shattering houses and
cracking the heavens and earth. The python coiled and howled, coldly surveying the human world. Jin Yue, as insignificant as an ant, was
insignificant beneath it. In the midst of the stalemate, Jin Yue cried out and leaped into the air. Her sword light shone brightly, dazzling the heavens and earth.
The python hissed and roared, coiling its demonic body to meet the attack. Man and snake fought fiercely, blood flowing everywhere. Rain
poured down, washing over the blood-soaked ground. The fierce wind and rain blinded everyone.
Zhou Ning's hands trembled. Jin Yue's hair danced wildly in the wind and rain, but she did not retreat. Dark clouds loomed overhead, lightning flashed, and lightning
circled the python's demonic body. A layer of snake skin on the python's body struggled to peel away. Tonight, it was about to cultivate into a dragon.
Under the shed skin of its massive demonic body, dragon scales were clearly visible, and its horns were sharp and menacing.
Blood was splattered everywhere on the ground. The Morning Dew Sword shone brightly, blinding everyone.
The giant python roared as it struggled to shed its skin, blood raining down. The python roared to the sky, lightning crackling around its body. The towering demonic body's snake skin
fell like rain. A sudden gust of wind swept in, and a loud dragon's roar resounded through the heavens and earth.
The snake skin was completely shed, and a yellow dragon stood proudly in the sky!
The giant python transformed into a dragon, its body a dazzling golden yellow, its four claws gleaming with cold light. Its
previously blind snake eyes slowly opened after the transformation, its narrow gaze fixed on the tiny, ant-like figures. A wild, arrogant roar erupted,
shaking everyone to their core. Jin Yue froze, her hand gripping
the Morning Dew Sword, which hummed in disbelief. Confused, she turned sharply and saw, amidst the torrential rain, a fairy in white robes,
her beauty so striking it made one feel utterly ashamed, utterly不敢有栂诰心 (不敢有栂诰心 - a phrase implying a lack of respect or a desire to defile).
Zhou Ning was completely stunned, his heart pounding like a deer, as if he had been punched hard in the chest.
How could such a beautiful woman exist in this world?
The fairy's delicate body radiated a layer of crystal-clear jade light. The torrential rain couldn't touch her clothes or splash
her skin. In the wind and rain, she was surrounded by an otherworldly aura, leaving Zhou Ning, a man who was usually self-controlled and not
fond of women, standing there dumbfounded.
Jin Yue was stunned, staring blankly at her like a child. She watched as the fairy gently moved her jade-like feet and walked towards her.
Jin Yue only smelled a faint orchid fragrance as the fairy took the Morning Dew Sword from her hands. This fairy seemed to have a
special affection for the Morning Dew Sword. As her snow-white jade hands gently caressed the longsword, the Morning Dew Sword hummed and vibrated with extreme excitement. The
giant dragon-like python, its eyes bleeding, roared madly as if trying to escape into the sky. Zhou Ning shouted, "Fairy sister, don't
let it get away!"
At Zhou Ning's shout, the Morning Dew Sword roared, unleashing a sword beam that slashed ten thousand feet. Accompanied by a desperate dragon's
roar, a dragon's head crashed to the ground, and blood rained down from the sky. The headless
dragon's body tumbled and spiraled as it fell to the ground. The Morning Dew Sword remained silently embedded in the ground, next to a giant dragon's head with its whiskers bristling. Zhou Ning stood there dumbfounded for a long time
. Where was the fairy in this courtyard?
Jin Yue silently drew the Morning Dew Sword, as if a blood rain had fallen over the Taoist temple grounds. (The headless dragon corpse token...)
The onlookers were terrified; blood gushed from the severed neck. Several people entered the Taoist temple
, led by Ouyang Ni. Zhu Lin, holding an umbrella beside her, laughed, "Once there was a beautiful woman
, Gongsun, whose sword dance shook the four directions. Her arrival was like thunder, calming the fury; her departure like the stillness of a calm sea! You
will never see the splendor of Gongsun, but you have certainly witnessed the true beauty of this celestial being."
Ouyang Ni raised her jade hand and said, "Alright..." "Alright, stop talking nonsense!"
Zhu Lin glanced at the dragon corpse and coughed, "I won't say anymore, I won't say anymore."
Ouyang Ni came to Jin Yue's side, gently stroking her face with her jade hand, and said softly, "You've suffered for Ran'er."
Jin Yue lowered her head and said, "I..."
Ouyang Ni smiled and said, "You disregarded your own safety and severely injured this python demon, which is already remarkable. Why are you
so stubborn? Nothing in this world is perfect."
Jin Yue then felt a little less annoyed and said, " " Just now, when people saw the python transform into a dragon, they were actually afraid,
afraid of letting down the master's high expectations."
Ouyang Ni, with her hands behind her back, asked, "Do you believe in fate?"
Jin Yue nodded and said, "Yes."
Ouyang Ni said, "I also believe in fate. Logically speaking, it's really not easy for a python to transform into a dragon. It takes many years of cultivation to
have such an opportunity, but it has harmed living beings and devoured living people along the way, which is why it has incurred the wrath of heaven and the resentment of people. All of this
is arranged by fate."
Zhu Lin said from the side, "Not to mention, there's always something higher and something deeper."
Ouyang Ni said softly, "No matter what, once the python is gone, I won't have those strange dreams anymore
. You should rest well. I'll go to Feilong Pass with General Zhu first."
Jin Yue asked with concern, "Master, you should also take care of your health. I wonder how things are at the front?"
Zhu Lin smiled and said, "It's alright. No matter how chaotic things are at the front, there's always a way to deal with it."
After saying that, Ouyang Ni left with Zhu Lin.
Zhou Ning and Jin Yue went back to rest together. On the way, Jin Yue seemed lost in thought. Zhou Ning said, "Sister Jin Yue, you
seem to know that Hua Rui girl."
Jin Yue said calmly, "She has been skilled in medicine and music since childhood."
Zhou Ning said in surprise, "No wonder."
When they returned to their room, their clothes were soaked. Jin Yue shivered and said, "I'm going to sleep now."
Zhou Ning hurriedly said, "Dry your clothes before you sleep, otherwise how will you sleep?"
Jin Yue put the Morning Dew Sword aside, and Zhou Ning started a fire, took a bamboo pole, hung his outer clothes on it, and said across the two of them:
"Sister Jinyue, take out your clothes..."
Jinyue knew what he meant, but there was no time to think further. The two of them took off their
clothes and dried them by the fire. The fire crackled, and he smelled the girl's fragrance. Through her outer garments, he could vaguely see her alluring figure
. The woman's curves were on full display—her jade-like arms and legs, her full, round breasts—all were in sight. The firelight brought warmth.
Zhou Ning said, "Sister Jinyue, why don't you like to talk?"
Jinyue replied, "Because there's nothing to say."
Zhou Ning smiled. He said, "How could I have nothing to say? Girls grow more beautiful the more they smile, let alone
a beauty like Sister Jin Yue."
Jin Yue chuckled and said, "You're getting all glib."
Zhou Ning said, "I'm not being glib, I'm telling the truth."
As she spoke, she took a handkerchief and gently wiped the water droplets from her delicate body, from her neck to her fragrant shoulders. Her jade hands moved to her chest, and
she seemed quite proud of her breasts. She gently wiped the water droplets from her breasts with the handkerchief, and her round jade breasts trembled and rippled in her hands
, a seductive sight.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Ning, who was standing nearby, seemed to be staring at her with a dry mouth. Jin Yue glanced sideways and saw Zhou Ning
staring blankly at her through the cloth. He must have seen her wiping her breasts earlier. Women are supposed to adorn themselves for those they love, but Jin Yue, with her
cold temperament, said indifferently, "What are you looking at?"
Zhou Ning quickly turned his face away and said, "I... I wasn't looking at anything."
Jin Yue snorted coldly, "Why don't you learn something new? How did you end up spying on women!"
Zhou Ning blushed and said, "I..."
Seeing his embarrassment, Jin Yue sighed softly and said, "Actually, it's not your fault, it's my own."
Zhou Ning was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said, "Sister Jin Yue, it's actually quite good that you don't have to follow Ran'er
."
Jin Yue said, "You really think so?" Zhou Ning nodded solemnly. Jin Yue smiled and said, "If I don't follow Ran'er, am I supposed to follow you? You 　　can't
even protect yourself."
"How will you protect me?"
She spoke the truth, and Zhou Ning, brimming with pride, declared, "With Sister Jin Yue's abilities, she
can achieve great things without relying on Ran'er."
Jin Yue was taken aback, muttering to herself, "Perhaps..."
Zhou Ning continued, "The world is so vast, there's always a place where you can display your talents. No matter what the future holds,
Zhou Ning will always be on Sister Jin Yue's side."
Jin Yue gently raised her pretty face, asking, "Really?"
Zhou Ning stood up, saying, "Of course it's true!"
Jin Yue sighed softly, "Alright, I want to rest."
Zhou Ning blurted out, "This is how chaotic the world is. I'm willing to stay by Sister Jin Yue's side, listen to her
every word, and do whatever she asks."
Jin Yue, stunned by his bold words, was momentarily speechless. These words made her think about her future path—how
should she walk it?
Zhou Ning, already seething with resentment, impulsively pushed past the cloth separating them, leaving them completely naked.
At this moment, they were as if they were on the same boat. Zhou Ning resolutely knelt before her with a thud. Jin Yue
covered her red lips with her jade-like fingers, stunned, and asked, "Aren't you afraid of death?"
Zhou Ning blurted out, "I'm afraid of death, even more afraid of dying a meaningless death!"
Jin Yue's red lips trembled slightly as she said, "But aren't you afraid of a future where there's no turning back?"
Zhou Ning moved closer to her, his face resolute. The time had come to make a decision: passively wait for Zhao Yu
to kill him, or actively seek allies to kill Zhao Yu? Jin Yue was undoubtedly the only person he could rely on at this moment. He was
making a life-or-death decision, a decision that would determine his entire fate, and one from which there was no turning back.
Jin Yue instinctively protected her breasts, tightly pressing her beautiful legs together, but the man before her, kneeling on the ground with a resolute expression...
How could she not be captivated by his display of loyalty? In the midst of their stalemate, she saw the man's strong chest and felt a primal
urge.
Daylight broke, and a butterfly remained on her hand. Zhu Lin poured her a cup of tea, asking, "Master, do you like
butterflies?"
Ouyang Ni smiled faintly, "Yes."
Zhu Lin poured himself a cup of tea, saying, "The butterfly willingly landed on your hand, but not mine.
This shows that even animals can discern a person's true nature."
Ouyang Ni withdrew her hand, letting the butterfly fly away, saying, "I feel so tired, I want to sleep a little longer."
Zhu Lin smiled and helped her sit up, asking, "Master, did you not sleep well last night?"
Ouyang Ni tilted her pretty face slightly, saying, "How can I sleep well in a carriage? I still miss my bed in my boudoir."
Ouyang Ni then gently moved to the bed . On the bed, a beautiful woman lay on her side, her bare feet partially hidden by her gauze skirt
. She said, "I'll sleep for a while, you can do as you please..."
Zhu Lin stared at her beautiful feet for a few more moments, then finally bowed his head, turned, and left, saying, "Master, please rest well."
Ouyang Ni, resting her head on her snow-white arm, said, "I'm going to sleep..."
With that, she slowly closed her
beautiful eyes and lay down to sleep... In her sleep, the years passed quietly in her dreams, flowers bloomed and withered, melons ripened and fell from their vines, fleeting in an instant. Half-awake, half-dreaming
, a handful of fine rain sprinkled into the window, and a cool breeze followed. Ran'er, squatting by the bed, blinked her eyes,
staring at her fairy aunt, her little hands stroking her exquisite face with longing. This made Ouyang Ni wake up and laugh, scolding her playfully:
"Who let you come here?"
Ran'er touched her red lips and said coquettishly, "Ran'er missed Auntie..."
She gently covered her half-moon breasts exposed outside her bodice with her jade hand, and said with gentle eyes, "How silly! Auntie
walks ahead and you chase after her. Have you forgotten your bride at home?"
Ran'er smiled happily and climbed onto the bed with a giggle, saying, "Auntie, hug me..."
Ouyang Ni had no choice but to hug her and said, "You shouldn't be so willful. You insisted on chasing after Auntie
, making things difficult for the people in the manor."
Ran'er hummed comfortably in her arms and said coquettishly as always, "Ran'er..." "Okay!"
Ouyang Ni chuckled. "You said it yourself, so I'll let it go this time. But don't even think about hugging you next time!"
Ran'er hummed a few times in agreement, her little face constantly nuzzling against her full breasts. She was wearing a pale yellow
gauze dress, and even if the dress didn't bloom like a flower covering her beautiful, delicate feet, the exposed snow-white breasts were enough
to make one's mouth water. At this moment, Ran'er's two little hands were touching her full breasts, her little face nuzzling
against them. Ouyang Ni gently stroked her head and scolded, "You little glutton, you're bothering me again!"
Ran'er's little mouth kissed her randomly. He stuck out his tongue and licked her alluring breasts exposed outside her strapless bra, feeling
the smooth, white flesh of her rounded breasts, their fragrance filling his nose and mouth. His little hands expertly reached to untie her bra, but Ouyang
Ni quickly grabbed them, saying, "Little devil, what are you doing?"
Ran'er pleaded, "Auntie, Auntie, please be gentle with me..."
Ouyang Ni couldn't help but chuckle, "I don't care about being gentle with you, you little devil!"
Ran'er continued to tease her, but Ouyang Ni raised her hand, saying, "Alright, if you keep teasing me, Auntie will send you
to Taizhou!"
Ran'er immediately frightened and dared not do anything more. Ran'er lay obediently on the bed, blinking and peeking at her. Ouyang
Ni chuckled and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek, saying, "Baby, sleep for a while. Auntie's going for a walk."
Ran'er turned his head and said, "I want a kiss on the lips too!"
Ouyang Ni parted her red lips and kissed him on the lips, softly laughing, "Satisfied?"
Ran'er stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, jumping up and down happily, "Ran'er wants more kisses!"
Ouyang Ni gently stroked her high, firm breasts and said, "Auntie kissed me, will you be good from now on?"
Ran'er eagerly replied, "Ran'er will listen to Auntie, will listen to Auntie!" "Auntie, come quick!"
She closed her eyes, pouting for a kiss. Ouyang Ni chuckled, "Auntie won't kiss you
, you naughty baby! Auntie's leaving!"
Ran'er was frantic, her face pleading, "Auntie, kiss me... kiss me!"
Ouyang Ni covered her mouth and laughed, "So clingy!"
She cupped Ran'er's face in her hands, her red lips exhaling a fragrant kiss, and smiled sweetly, "Alright, Auntie's going out
. You can sleep well in bed..."
Ran'er was overjoyed, "Auntie, go ahead! I'll wait for you to come back!"
Ouyang Ni chuckled, "Okay, okay, go to sleep. " "Alright."
Outside, a light drizzle fell, dreamlike and alluring, stirring endless melancholy. Zhu Lin stood in the courtyard, hands clasped behind his back,
admiring the rain at the border. Ouyang Ni, unusually dressed in a tight-fitting white dress, accentuated her alluring curves
, perfectly outlining her captivating figure. A gentle breeze carried her flowing hair, her exquisite face radiating a pure and noble air
. She lightly wrapped her sleeves around her snow-white hands, holding a paper umbrella over his head, asking, "What are you thinking about?"
Zhu Lin smiled, "Nothing, just thinking about Zhang Biao."
Ouyang Ni smiled faintly, gently raising her hand to catch the raindrops. "Actually, he's a pitiful person too,
sharing our suffering."
Zhu Lin shook his head and smiled, "Master, your 'sharing our suffering' speaks volumes about our hearts
. We're all living for something, aren't we?"
Ouyang Ni said, "If we don't betray our love, that's enough to comfort us for life."
Zhu Lin chuckled, "Master, you must be thinking of Ran'er. You just left Dingzhou, and Ran'er was
chasing after you the whole way. Children's thoughts are so simple; whoever is kind to them, they're close to."
Ouyang Ni said helplessly, "Alright, don't mention that little devil to me anymore. How's it going at the front?"
Zhu Lin... He shook his head and said, "It's not very optimistic. Yue Yunlong's health is getting worse every year, and he's still bedridden and unable to move
. His eldest son, Yue Yong, and second son, Yue Qi, are both timid and incompetent. Relying on Yue Yunlong is just wishful thinking."
Ouyang Ni asked with a smile, "Don't they know the principle of 'if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold'?"
Zhu Lin said, "Sometimes people just like to deceive themselves."
Ouyang Ni nodded and said, "What you said is true. The world is so big, it's impossible for everyone
to be a gentleman who understands right and wrong. I've already sent Jin Yue with 50,000 troops to reinforce them. It's better to rely on ourselves."
Zhu Lin said, "To be honest, those princes of the Northern Kingdom are all worthy of respect. They are all skilled in archery and horsemanship.
We cannot be arrogant and underestimate their strength. Yuwen Tai is a rising star in the Northern Kingdom, and Zhang Biao is a fierce tiger of Kangguo.
It's still uncertain who will win."
She looked at Zhu Lin with her beautiful eyes and smiled sweetly, "Alright, alright, we've
been through so much over the years. What kind of storms haven't we weathered?"
Zhu Lin nodded and smiled, taking the paper umbrella from her hand, "Would the master like to accompany this rough man for a walk
?"
Ouyang Ni said, "Then let's go for a walk."
The two enjoyed the misty rain in the depths of the garden, chatting and laughing about interesting things. Zhu Lin picked a flower and held it in his hand,
saying, "In this world, many relationships involve more separation than reunion, just like the last line of the poem 'The Brocade Zither,' 'This love can
only be recalled in memory, but at the time it was already lost.'"
Ouyang Ni lifted her snow-white gauze skirt and walked up the steps, saying, "This further proves that people should cherish the present." "Is it right or
wrong?"
Zhu Lin's gaze inadvertently fell on a pair of beautiful jade feet beneath her skirt, and he felt a rare temptation stirring within him
. He shook his head and sighed softly, "Exactly."
Ouyang Ni smiled beautifully and said, "When we get back to Dingzhou, let's have a good drink together. Let's invite
everyone around us. Maybe it's time for us to cherish our time."
Zhu Lin leaned against the railing, gazing at the distant green mountains with a charming smile, and said, "Please don't leave Dingzhou, Master."
Ouyang Ni smiled sweetly, "What banquet doesn't end?"
Zhu Lin shook his head and sighed, "Among us, few are truly happy."
Ouyang Ni plucked a flower, smelled its fragrance, and said, "The brocade zither has fifty strings for no reason, each string and bridge evokes thoughts of bygone years.
Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly, and the Emperor Wang's heart was entrusted to the cuckoo. The moon shines brightly over the sea, pearls weep; the sun warms the jade of Lantian, smoke rises. This feeling can only
be recalled in memory, for at the time it was already a regret."
A cold wind swept in, and the flowers and trees in the courtyard rustled, splashing countless dewdrops.
Zhu Lin's gaze was fixed on Ouyang Ni, whose back was turned to him. Not to mention her stunning beauty, which made him feel inferior, even just
seeing her back, he was a graceful and slender woman with long hair reaching her waist. Her white dress exuded a faint fragrance in the wind, her fragrant shoulders and hair
danced wildly, and her tall and delicate body stood gracefully in the wind. When the wind and rain blew, the fragrance of the beauty wafted over.
When Zhu Lin's gaze fell on her alluring buttocks wrapped in the white gauze dress, even though he had seen many beautiful women, he couldn't help but swallow hard.
Ouyang Ni, being exceptionally intelligent, heard Zhu Lin swallow hard behind her and turned around with a charming smile, saying, "If I can't resist
, I won't wear white next time."
Zhu Lin coughed and smiled, "Since you are a cultivator, white suits you perfectly."
Ouyang Ni nodded slightly, her elegant figure settling down gracefully amidst the wafting fragrance of her robes. Her jade-like hands lightly gathered her long skirt, her two slender legs
appearing and disappearing beneath, incredibly alluring. She seemed oblivious, only saying softly, "I do think that sometimes things
are beyond our control!"
Zhu Lin stood beside her and asked, "Is something on your mind, Master?"
Ouyang Ni smiled: "So be it. Perhaps our love is deep but our fate is shallow. Nothing can be forced. I'm not caught up in worldly
affairs. Now that Ran'er is by my side, happy every day, I'm content and happy."
Zhu Lin, upon hearing this, slowly said, "We are all true to our nature, and the hardest thing is separation. For the Master to think this way
is undoubtedly the greatest happiness for Ran'er."
Ouyang Ni chuckled and said, "But this little devil has been clingy since he was little. I'm afraid he'll still be clingy when he grows up. I'll just let
him be. Let him do what he wants. Anyway, I'm just a straightforward person."
As she spoke, she gazed at the distant scenery, where towering mountains stretched before her.
Chapter Sixty-Eight: Xiang Ke recalls the tender moments of yesteryear, a farewell to bygone days. A misty
rain hangs between heaven and earth, the fresh air gently permeating the air. Deep within the garden, young and beautiful maids
line up and stroll along the corridor, their fragrance carried on the breeze. Qinglin Academy is a renowned
place of learning in Taizhou, having produced countless talented individuals throughout history. Yunxuan, having been given high hopes since childhood, was sent to
Qinglin Academy early on, but recently he has been frequently punished by his teachers, causing much headache…
The tranquil green lake is a picturesque scene, with vermilion pavilions situated on its shore. A long corridor stretches across the lake,
where one can stroll amidst the serene waters and gentle breeze, a truly delightful experience.
Yunxuan, walking around in his own home, felt nothing amiss. However, Ling Muhan, the teacher at Qinglin Academy, was quite different. Dressed in a scholar's
robe, he appeared to be in his forties, tall and robust, his long hair tied back with a cloth. He exuded a
gentlemanly air, a faint smile on his face. Lingering there, he shook his head and chuckled, "The water is serene,
the willows on the bank sway gently—truly a beautiful scene."
Yunxuan pouted and led the man, saying, "Teacher, did you hear the zither music?"
The newly arrived teacher, Ling Muhan, listened intently and indeed heard ethereal zither music drifting from afar,
carried by the wind across the lake. Yunxuan pointed and said, "Look, that's my mother!"
Ling Muhan followed his gaze and saw a small vermilion pavilion on the opposite bank. Several young girls served inside,
while dozens of armed guards stood motionless outside, heavily guarded. The ethereal zither music was coming from that pavilion
!
Seeing Ling Muhan's gaze constantly fixed on the opposite bank, Yunxuan said, "My mother is in that pavilion!"
Ling Muhan nodded and smiled, "Then let's go take a look."
Yunxuan led him to the other side, where the celestial music of the zither could be heard more clearly. As they stepped onto the secluded path, the air
was filled with the fragrance of flowers. When Yunxuan led him to the pavilion, a faint, alluring fragrance of a woman's body wafted towards
them. Inhaling this fragrance, they felt their entire body soften, as if they had been reborn. Their gaze
then fell upon the pavilion... Inside, his eyes were glued to the view...
Inside the pavilion, a stunningly beautiful woman in white robes, her back to the crowd, was admiring the picturesque
scenery. A misty rain fell, and a gentle breeze stirred, causing her long hair to flutter
against her white dress, creating an alluring contrast. The delicate fragrance of her garment wafted towards him. Ling Muhan was momentarily speechless . His gaze then drifted to her slender figure, clearly seeing 　　the alluring curves
of her body beneath her tight white robes . 　　A precious jade zither sat on the stone table. Inside the pavilion was a slender, alluring fairy-like figure, her alluring figure revealed beneath her tight white robes .

Her curves were breathtakingly beautiful, her slender waist and jade-like hips encased in a snow-white dress.
As the wind blew across her delicate body, the white gauze skirt, revealing her shapely buttocks, fluttered in the breeze, making her rounded curves
peek out from beneath the fabric, a sight that made one's blood boil… Her aura was so noble that one wanted to kneel at her feet. Who was Yunxuan's mother?
Didn't Ling Muhan know? Ling Muhan's heart pounded wildly. He forced himself to calm down,
kneeling gracefully on the ground, and said in a clear voice, "Muhan has disturbed the Princess Consort regarding Yunxuan's matter…"
Yunxuan rushed forward, grabbing his mother's hand and pleading, "Mother, aren't you with Father?"
Touched by her son's affection, she couldn't help but smile gently, turning around and pulling Yunxuan's hand to sit
down. Her voice was soft and pleasant as she said, "Your father is entertaining guests at Daming Lake."
Yunxuan sat beside her, picked up a grape from the table, and ate… She gently held her son's small hand in her jade-like hand, and lightly raised her left
hand, saying, "Please rise, sir. But what is it about Yunxuan that you wish to speak of?"
When Ling Muhan looked up, he saw her stunningly beautiful face. For a moment, his mind went blank, and he froze on the spot.
Her skin was as white as snow, her temperament as gentle as water, her clear, beautiful eyes gentle, a few strands of black hair brushing
against her cheeks, her delicate nose, and her pure red lips. When she tilted her snow-white neck to speak to Yunxuan, her long hair flowed gently down
her fragrant shoulders and chest, and a delicate fragrance wafted in the breeze, making one feel intoxicated.
Especially below her snow-white neck, under the open bodice of her dress, two proud, round, and full breasts were wrapped in a snow-white silk bodice,
their curves distinct and incredibly alluring. Ling Muhan couldn't help but swallow hard, slowly standing up
, his heart surging with emotions. Zhu Yao, one of the four beauties of the world, truly lived up to her reputation!
Yunxuan ate some grapes, then took Zhu Yao's hand and said, "Didn't my parents tell me to come back to study? The teacher sent his
student to ask my parents why they did this."
Zhu Yao raised her beautiful face and looked at Ling Muhan with a light smile, "I wonder what you have to say, sir?"
Ling Muhan coughed and lowered his gaze, but unintentionally caught a glimpse of her fairy-like feet, barely visible beneath her white shoes
. He felt a sudden dryness in his mouth and an unbearable itch in his heart. Just as Ling Muhan's greedy eyes landed on her feet, Zhu
Yao had already furrowed her brows slightly and subtly hid her feet under her gauze skirt, saying, "Does sir have nothing to say?"
Ling Muhan cleared his throat and said, "Your Highness, have you heard of Mencius' mother moving three times?" "?"
Zhu Yao gently stroked his head with her jade-like hand and smiled faintly, "Then, sir, have you ever heard of the saying 'teaching by example'?" Ling Muhan murmured, "The Princess Consort is the most talented woman in the world. It's not 　　wrong
for her to personally teach her son, but there are some things the Princess 　　Consort cannot teach." Zhu Yao shook her head and smiled, "Yunxuan doesn't need my teaching. My husband comes from a prestigious family, is exceptionally skilled in martial arts, and has 　　extensive knowledge. He is well-versed in ancient and modern classics, capable of governing the country and ensuring the peace and prosperity of millions of people in Taizhou, undisturbed by the chaos 　　of the world. If my husband were to teach him, given time, my Yunxuan would surely inherit the Taizhou 　　enterprise like his father and become a great man." "Master." 　　Upon hearing this, Yunxuan raised his head and said, "Mother, don't worry, Yunxuan will definitely not let you down!" 　　Zhu Yao gently stroked his face and said, "How could Yan Yifan's son fall behind others?" 　　Ling Muhan stepped forward and said, "Your Highness should know that the teaching and nurturing of students is the responsibility of the teachers." 　　Zhu Yao shook her head and smiled, "We are very happy that the teachers care about Yunxuan's affairs. However, teaching 　　and nurturing students is a lifelong matter. What Yunxuan wants to learn can no longer be satisfied by the academy. Forcing him 　　to learn might backfire. In that case, it's better to go home and rest. My husband and I will teach him well 　　ourselves." "Son." 　　Ling Muhan sighed, "That child will lose his self-respect. Then the whole of Taizhou, the whole world, 　　will know that Yan Yunxuan, the future master of Taizhou, couldn't continue his studies at the academy, was ostracized by his teachers and classmates, and had no choice 　　but to be taken home by his parents. Those who understand will know the truth but won't speak, but those who don't will naturally ridicule him 　　. Public opinion is a fearsome thing!" 　　Zhu Yao, hearing his harsh words, raised her beautiful eyes and turned her stunning face away, saying calmly, "No need for you to worry, sir. 　　Just wait and see what happens to my son!" 　　Ling Muhan smiled lightly and said, "Then we'll wait and see." 　　He then turned and left, somewhat indignant! 　　Zhu Yao, much more composed, embraced Yun Xuan with her captivating beauty, saying, "No matter what, your parents will always be by 　　your side." 　　Yun Xuan nestled comfortably in the beauty's arms, asking, "Mother, am I really stupid?" 　　Zhu Yao gently hugged him tighter, chuckling, "Ah? Are you?" 　　Yun Xuan craned his neck, saying, "I'll definitely be a useful person in the future!" 　　Zhu Yao smiled gently, "To err is human, to forgive divine." 　　Yun Xuan then blurted out, "Mother, you're so beautiful, Father is so lucky to have married you..." 　　Zhu Yao smiled sweetly, "Alright, stop being so coquettish. Go back now; your father will be back soon." 　　At Daming Lake, a light drizzle fell. A lavishly decorated ship sailed on the lake, carrying 　　young talents from all over the land. Among these talents were many locals. Taizhou and Murong Chong's forces had been locked in 　　a ten-year power struggle, neither side yielding to the other, like fire and water. This gathering was the first in ten years. 　　Talented young men from all corners of the land gathered on the ship, discussing the current state of affairs. They talked about the fierce battle between Yuwen Tai of the Northern Kingdom and Zhang Biao of the Kang Kingdom on 　　the 　　front lines, their conversation flowing freely and creating a lively atmosphere. Then, mysterious figures from the demon realm arrived on board. 　　With so many young talents on board, there was naturally plenty of singing and dancing to entertain them. On the red carpet, twenty 　　beautiful young women, their faces veiled in light gauze, danced gracefully at the banquet. Their alluring figures were 　　draped in light blue gauze skirts, and as they danced lightly, 　　their skirts fluttered, revealing glimpses of their delicate feet clad in white shoes. The young men present were mesmerized, their eyes fixed on the girls, praising them endlessly. Moreover, each of these girls possessed beauty beyond compare; how could these young 　　and impetuous men 　　not drool over the sight of twenty beautiful women dancing so enchantingly ? 　　The crowd was greeted by a fragrant breeze, and saw that the young women before them were dancing beautifully. Their slender, 　　snow-white arms were wrapped in gossamer sleeves, and their youthful, alluring figures were clad in light blue dresses and flowing skirts. They were all stunningly beautiful young women.

Each woman's dance was exquisite, her eyes captivating as she sang and danced. Her jade-like arms, wrapped in gauze sleeves, swayed gracefully as she danced, her breasts trembling beneath her bodice
, revealing glimpses of her soft, smooth breasts and the sweet scent of milk emanating from their deep cleavage. It was dazzling to behold, and everyone stared at
the beauties in the arena. If you were to grab any one of them and pull her into your arms, it would be truly intoxicating.
The demon realm is shrouded in mystery. Ten years have passed, and the arrival of demons in Taizhou is considered a momentous event.
Most of the young men present stared intently at the young women, each one young and ambitious, talented and brimming with youthful arrogance
. They often showed off their abilities during their conversations. When Fan Wenxuan accompanied the demons to the ship, he arranged for two men
and one woman from the demon realm to sit in the front seats. Everyone's gaze immediately shifted to these three. A young man dressed in plain clothes had
a cold expression and icy brows. His every move exuded an extraordinary aura. When his gaze fell upon the many beautiful young women in the room, he
gave them a brief glance before taking his seat.
The girl beside him seemed to have a very close relationship with him. Her waist-length hair danced lightly in the wind, her face was beautiful,
and her noble temperament was enhanced by a touch of scholarly air. She wore a light, water-green gauze dress, and her elegant demeanor
, while graceful, also exuded a seductive charm. As her skirt swayed, it revealed her beautiful, jade-like feet. Her radiant beauty and delicate
fragrance wafted on the breeze as she walked. Yan Yifan couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. She returned his gaze with a gentle smile and sat
down gracefully.
The other person was not very old, but rather obese, his flesh jiggling as he walked. His face was flushed, and his small eyes
smiled as he looked at people. After the three were seated, Fan Wenxuan rolled up his sleeves and introduced them one by one, pointing to the man in plain clothes:
"This young master is Qin Chuan of the Nine Heavens,"
Yan Yifan said, raising his wine cup. "In the third or fifth month of the year, a traveler longs for Qin Chuan.
A woman in her high tower, sleepless by the window.
Stars and banners reflect on Shule, clouds gather above Qilian.
The spirit of war is such now; how many more years will I serve in the army?"
Qin Chuan poured himself a cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp, saying, "This is a poem by Xu Ling, the origin of my name. Now I'll follow local
customs, so please don't stand on ceremony."
Fan Wenxuan then pointed to the fat man, saying, "This is Qin Shifan of the Nine Heavens."
This man was not particularly handsome, but extremely shrewd in his dealings with others. Hearing this, he chuckled softly, "Shifan has come from afar.
If there is anything impolite about you, please forgive me."
Fan Wenxuan nodded and smiled, "Your Highness Shifan is too kind. Your presence in Taizhou is
a great honor." Fan Wenxuan then pointed to the girl in green, saying, "This young lady is the apple of the Nine Heavens' eye, 　　the younger sister of
the Holy Maiden Yaoxue , Qin Yuxue."
"
Qin Yuxue, beautiful and charming, poured a cup of tea. As she lightly sipped the fragrant tea, even from a distance, one could almost
smell the orchid fragrance emanating from her lips. She said, 'Sir, you flatter me…'
As she spoke, her beautiful eyes fell on Yan Yifan, and she smiled gently, 'Yuxue will offer this tea in place of wine to Your Highness
.'
Yan Yifan, gazing at her stunning beauty, paused slightly, then shook his head and smiled, 'Please, Miss.'
The two drank from afar. Meanwhile, the beautiful young women in the hall danced to their climax, a sight to behold. Qin Shifan, with an envious
smile, poured himself a cup of wine and said, 'I've long known this place to be beautiful, with picturesque scenery and countless beauties.
Seeing the concubines of the Prince's mansion today, their charm is truly different from that of the beauties of the demon realm!'
At this moment, Mu Lejing, her hands behind her back, wearing a pink dress that accentuated her delicate figure and flowing hair, walked in gracefully
. Yan Yifan pulled her into his arms…" Sitting in her husband's lap, she bit her red lips and smiled, " 　　Your Highness is too kind.
In this vast world, even the concubines of the Prince's Mansion, in terms of beauty, are merely a small part of Taizhou." Qin Shifan showed surprise and said, "Your realm is truly vast and abundant, with many beautiful women. My realm is truly inferior 　　." 　　Mu Lejing smiled gracefully and said, "Not to mention the stunning beauty of Miss Yuxue before us, even the Holy Maiden Yaoxue is an unparalleled 　　fairy. Jing'er dares not be presumptuous." 　　Yan Yifan waved for the concubines to leave, and embraced Mu Lejing, smiling, "In this vast world, Taizhou is but a tiny place 　　. It cannot be said to possess the most beautiful women in the world. However, there are countless beauties in the Nine Heavens, which is the envy of many 　　. I must have the opportunity to experience them." 　　Qin Shifan smiled knowingly and said, "What's so difficult about that? If Your Highness wants to taste the beauty of the demon realm, leave it 　　to Shifan." 　　Yan Yifan smiled and said, "Then I will trouble Your Highness." 　　After their exchange, Qin Shifan sighed, "The Demon Sea's waves are terrifying. Without the Dragon Palace's escort, reaching Taizhou would be incredibly difficult. The two realms are neighbors; if we could open up trade and establish friendly relations, it would be a great thing for generations to come." Yan Yifan said, "I think so too, but unfortunately, the 　　Demon 　　Sea 　　separates us, so this plan is just a pipe dream." 　　Qin Shifan shook his head and smiled, looking at the many talented individuals, praising them highly, "They are all rare talents!" 　　These so-called talents were all staring at the beautiful women with obvious desire, oblivious to what others were discussing. Fan Wenxuan 　　remained expressionless, smiling gently, "Your Highness is too kind." 　　Qin Chuan remained silent for a long time, then suddenly asked, "Does anyone know anyone skilled in swordsmanship?" 　　Yan Yifan said softly, "Jing'er, go." 　　He then ordered a long sword to be brought, and had Mu Lejing practice swordsmanship. She took a red ribbon to tie up her long hair, and with her jade-like hand, she raised the long sword, saying: 　　"I'll perform a dance." 　　Mu Lejing was already stunningly beautiful and possessed superb swordsmanship. Her sword dance was breathtaking. Yan Yifan watched 　　for a while, and then a person silently retreated into the room, wielding a sword with a fierce sound. Fan Wenxuan watched for a moment, full of admiration. 　　Fan Wenxuan politely declined a few times, then withdrew from the banquet and slowly walked towards the top deck of the ship. The highest deck 　　was heavily guarded and extremely luxurious. He stopped, coughed, and gently knocked on the door, saying, 　　"Your Highness." 　　"Sir, please come in." 　　Fan Wenxuan pushed open the door and then closed it. Yan Yifan sat quietly on the bed and asked, "What are 　　your views on the demon realm?" 　　Fan Wenxuan replied, "The people of the demon realm are fierce, treacherous, and bloodthirsty. We must be wary." 　　Yan Yifan was silent for a moment before saying, "People say the demon realm is ferocious, living like beasts of prey. I fear they might invade one day. The 　　demon realm has ten thousand mountains, filled with demons, monsters, and savage creatures. If the people of the demon realm are indeed fierce and cruel, 　　how terrifying must those ten thousand mountains be, making even the people of the demon realm tremble with fear?"

Fan Wenxuan said, "Just as the Liang people regard our country as barbarians."
Yan Yifan couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Sir, your analogy is too apt."
Fan Wenxuan shook his head, saying, "Your Highness, please don't find it laughable; I find it rather frightening."
At this moment, Mu Lejing, dressed in a pink long dress with a white strapless top underneath, entered gracefully through the door.
Her skirt fluttered as she carried a long sword. Yan Yifan smiled and said, "I will consider it carefully. Then, sir, you may leave
."
After Fan Wenxuan withdrew, Mu Lejing gently sat on his lap and smiled tenderly, "Are you unhappy?"
Yan Yifan placed the sword beside him and said: "Since the Liyue Dynasty, there has never been such a perilous situation,"
Mu Lejing said with a smile. "Perhaps my husband is thinking that if the demon realm were to invade, there would be no
place for us to hide in this vast world."
Yan Yifan said, "Just now, my husband and I watched Jing'er's sword dance. Her beautiful hair fell over her fragrant shoulders, and her long dress fluttered in
the breeze. When she danced, she wielded the sword beautifully and skillfully. Especially when her delicate body spun, the sword light highlighted Jing'er's face,
her beautiful eyes sparkling with a smile, and her red lips holding a charming smile. It was truly delightful."
Mu Lejing said shyly, "Mmm..."
As the two chatted, they nestled intimately together. Mu Lejing nestled weakly in his arms,
acting coquettishly. Yan Yifan teased her pretty face, laughing, "The more I look at Jing'er, the more beautiful she becomes."
Mu Lejing blushed and said, "It is true."
She tilted her head, leaning against him and giggling. In the midst of their joy, Fan Wenxuan knocked on the door at the most inopportune moment. Mu
Lejing gasped, "Sir, what is it?"
Fan Wenxuan coughed and said, "The guests from the demon realm have already been arranged to stay at the Prince's mansion
. Your Highness should also return."
Mu Lejing blushed and said, "Husband, you should go back..."
Yan Yifan smiled and said, "Alright, I'll go back first. Jing'er will come back after she's rested." "Come back."
Yan Yifan had a poor impression of the demon realm along the way. When he returned to the palace, Fan Wenxuan accompanied him and said, "Nothing
is absolute, so don't worry too much."
Yan Yifan said, "Qin Chuan is arrogant and looks down on everyone, but that Qin Shifan is a smiling tiger. Be careful."
Fan Wenxuan nodded and said, "Qin Shifan is indeed dreadful. Just be careful."
Yan Yifan said, "By the way, I'm going to see the princess. You should go and keep the guests company, sir."
In the depths of a secluded courtyard, the clear and melodious chirping of birds echoed. In the drizzle, A-Juan was alone
downstairs, looking at the flowers and playing.
The window of the small building was open, and the wind and rain, carrying the fragrance of flowers, drifted in gently. She had changed into a pale yellow gauze dress,
her long hair flowing down to her waist, lightly cascading over her fragrant shoulders and chest . The open
bodice revealed a pale yellow embroidered peony bodice, covering her full, rounded, and alluring breasts. Her temperament was as gentle as water, her entire being exuding a refined
and scholarly air. Her noble and alluring figure was now seated at the table, reading and writing.
Already a stunning beauty, she possessed a unique charm in this quiet reading.
As A-Juan looked around, she picked a large bunch of fresh crabapple blossoms, carried them upstairs, and came in. She
hung the blossoms on the wall, filling the air with their fragrance. Zhu Yao turned and smiled sweetly, saying, "When would
it be better to plant some plum blossoms?"
A-Juan smiled gracefully and came to her side, saying, "If Miss likes them, I'll buy some plum blossoms another day."
Zhu Yao smiled and said, "I'll leave the planting to you."
A-Juan, with her hands behind her back, looked at a line of writing that was still wet with ink, and said with considerable envy, "The young master always says that watching Miss
write is one of life's greatest pleasures. Miss's handwriting has a different flavor from the princess's."
Zhu Yao warmly... Rou smiled and said, "As the saying goes, one's handwriting reflects one's character."
A-Juan grinned, lifting her pretty face and mimicking Yan Yifan with her hands behind her back, saying, "I think Yao'er's handwriting is
elegant and beautiful. When I admire it, it's like a faint fragrance wafting towards me, the scent lingering on the paper, like winter plum
blossoms, pure and ethereal. And Qing'er's handwriting, it's truly like her—beautiful beyond compare. It's truly a
case of 'handwriting reflects one's character, untouched by worldly concerns.' When she picks up her brush and writes, the beauty of it is truly pleasing to the eye, making one forget
everything, just staring at her in a daze."
Zhu Yao, looking at her and listening to her words, couldn't help but chuckle and said, "..." "You silly girl, why are you imitating
him all the time..."
A-Juan smiled sweetly, "People say the son-in-law is the happiest man."
Zhu Yao smiled and said, "When did you start talking nonsense like that?"
A-Juan leaned on the table and laughed, "It's true..."
Zhu Yao reached out her jade-like hand and touched A-Juan's pretty face, "When are you getting married?"
A-Juan stuck out her tongue and said, "I don't plan to get married. It's fine to live like this for the rest of my life."
Zhu Yao frowned and said reproachfully, "That's not true. I think you still don't like anyone else."
A-Juan smiled and said, "Sometimes you can't even explain matters of the heart. It's better to put them aside."
Zhu Yao touched her pretty face... Suddenly, Ah Juan smiled sweetly, "Oh dear, I forgot that Miss was going to take a bath later. Now
is the perfect time, Miss can take a bath now."
Her residence was meticulously built. The courtyard where she lived was beautiful, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.
Deep inside the corridor of the small building was a palace. Inside the palace was a secluded bathing chamber for her. Within the secluded chamber was a naturally formed
hot spring pool. The spring water was smooth and fragrant. Petals fell into the pool, and the hot spring water rippled, reflecting
the picturesque pavilions and towers. The pool was filled with ethereal mist, reflecting the pavilions, towers, carved railings, and jade steps. The warm spring water made the secluded chamber
like spring all year round, like a fairyland.
Above the hot spring pool, amidst picturesque scenery, a flowering tree stood lush and verdant, its blossoms exuding a captivating fragrance. Petals occasionally
drifted into the pool, floating on the surface. Several pink branches drooped down, and deep within a pink gauze curtain lay
a large bed carved from snow-white jade. The jade bed was crystal clear, radiating a crystalline luster. At the head of the bed, jade pillows were dotted with crimson fallen leaves
…
When her beautiful eyes fell upon this snow-white jade bed, the face of this exquisitely beautiful woman, already gentle and serene, gained
a touch of alluring charm, making her even more irresistible to men. Beautiful women often indulge in self-admiration, and she was no exception.
When she saw the reflection of an incomparably beautiful fairy in the water, she couldn't help but gaze
deeply into her own reflection.
In the water, she saw a stunningly beautiful face that could captivate all, her eyes gentle as water, her cheeks blushing with shyness…
Mei, with her long, flowing hair fluttering in the wind, and below her snow-white neck, were the full, rounded breasts that could make any man lose his soul. Her jade-like
hand had unconsciously fallen to her chest, and as she gently caressed her full, soft breasts, her red lips couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
She felt the proud fullness and softness in her palm, and involuntarily recalled the passionate moments she had shared with her husband.
As she blushed and dropped her jade-like hand, her reflection in the water revealed a flushed face, a disheveled bodice, and snow-white breasts glistening
with fragrant sweat. Her slender, jade-like body, envied by countless women, appeared somewhat weak and delicate. Remembering her impending bath
, she blushed again and gently loosened her bodice with her jade-like hand. As the bodice opened, a fragrant aroma filled the air. As her pale yellow dress slid down,
her bare, snow-white shoulders were revealed, and the fullness of her breasts, encased in the bodice, was breathtaking. The light gauze dress fell silently to the ground, an unparalleled,
stunning allure…
Chapter Sixty-Nine: Blood and Fire Dance, Love and Passion Intertwined
. Stepping onto this land interwoven with blood and fire, amidst the flashing swords and the stench of blood, gazing at the boundless
desolation, a sense of vicissitude washed over her.
This ancient battlefield holds countless young bones buried beneath its surface. Occasionally, white bones peek out from the yellow earth. A gust of
wind, carrying torrential rain, howls across the desolate land. Battle flags flutter in the wind and rain as the Northern and Dingzhou
soldiers fight from the morning fog until it dissipates in the afternoon.
Halfway up the mountain, Ran'er blinked a few times before turning back, too afraid to look down. Countless Northern and
Dingzhou soldiers were crammed onto the yellow earth, brandishing swords and engaging in a bloody battle. Men's blood flowed everywhere, gleaming
blades flashed, heads flew, and countless headless corpses, clutching their weapons, collapsed to the ground. Terrified, Ran'er burrowed desperately into
Ouyang Ni's arms.
Zhu Lin brought over a cup of tea and handed it to Ouyang Ni, saying, "The 36,000 cavalry of Chahetai have been mobilized by Murong Chong
and are pressing us all the way here. Miss Jin Yue is leading 50,000 troops to meet them."
Ouyang Ni touched Ran'er's small hand and said, "Jin Yue is someone I have high hopes for. I believe she will not disappoint."
Zhu Lin nodded and said, "The headmaster has trained Miss Jin Yue for ten years, so naturally she won't be bad."
Ouyang Ni glanced at the battle situation below the mountain and said, "Zhang Biao is fighting a really good battle."
Zhu Lin asked, "Why don't we go down the mountain together and take a look?"
Ouyang Ni fed Ran'er the tea and said, "Staying on the mountain all the time won't let us know the situation. Let's go down and see."
Zhu Lin accompanied her down the mountain and introduced the battle situation, saying, "Yuwen Tai is an old fox. He has
brought all his resources. He calculated that Yue Yunlong's two sons would not dare to leave the city. Bringing over 130,000 troops wasn't enough,
so he also had Chahetai come to help. Zhang Biao only has 60,000 troops, which is really tough for him."
Ouyang Ni glared at him with her beautiful eyes and scolded, "Since when have you started judging success or failure by the number of troops?"
Zhu Lin coughed and said, "Just saying..."
Ouyang Ni squeezed Ran'er's small hand and said, "The terrain here is so narrow, it's practically impregnable. If there are too
many enemies, supplies will be scarce. A quick victory in this kind of terrain is wishful thinking!"
Zhu Lin added, "Someone said that in battle, an army of over 120,000 is like a giant python."
Ouyang Ni said, "Let's not talk about that. Let's see Zhang Biao first."
When they arrived at Zhang Biao's central army, Zhang Biao was calmly drinking. Zhu Lin laughed and said, "Drinking before the battle, what
spirit!"
Ouyang Ni sat down, holding Ran'er's small hand, and said, "Just now, coming down the mountain, our army was ultimately outnumbered and showed
signs of retreat."
Zhang Biao respectfully said, "The depths of the mountains are unknown. The soldiers fought relentlessly and repelled the northern troops three times in succession.
I..." "The casualties are severe. Of the 60,000 soldiers, 12,000 died in battle yesterday alone. We are hoping that the Master will send more reinforcements."
Zhu Lin said, "The Master originally sent 50,000 troops to reinforce, but upon learning of the attack by Chahetai, whose
troops are all cavalry, able to travel 400 li a day, the 50,000 troops sent by the Master rushed off to meet Chahetai
, fearing that Brother Zhang's retreat would be cut off."
Hearing the booming of cannons in the mountains, he knew that the battle on the front lines was fierce. He said, "When the Master came, he brought
3,000 Imperial Guards and 20,000 Fubing (local militia). You should hold on a little longer, and we will send the Fubing to the front lines soon."
Zhang Biao was somewhat comforted and said, "Those northern soldiers taking turns to attack are indeed troublesome. With the Fubing coming, the pressure on our town
will be much less."
Ouyang Ni looked up and smiled, "There are too many right and wrong things in this world. Sometimes, when things are not clear, it comes to violence
. You two generals are known throughout the world for your bravery, and I am happy for you. "
The three chatted for a while, and then the northern soldiers surged forward wave after wave, overwhelming the Dingzhou soldiers in a relentless retreat
. The northern soldiers' shouts of victory were deafening. Ouyang Ni, holding Ran'er's hand, said, "I'd like to trouble you two generals to come with me to
the front lines."
As the saying goes, a defeated army collapses like a mountain falling; once they were driven back, the entire front showed signs of rout. Zhu Lin hurriedly ordered 20,000 Fuzhou
soldiers to advance. These Fuzhou soldiers, having rested and recuperated for many years, were truly formidable in their momentum. Xuanyuan Wen, spear in one
hand and a dragon-character banner in the other, thrust himself into the front lines. Twenty thousand steel swords were drawn with a clang, and twenty thousand soldiers , brandishing the dragon banners
and gleaming steel blades, charged forward. The shouts of "Long live the Princess!" and "Long live the Master!" echoed through the air .
The Northern troops, their charge fierce, took advantage of the intense artillery fire, brandishing their swords and killing indiscriminately. Even with the bravery of the soldiers, they
managed to reverse the initial retreat, resulting in a stalemate.
The Northern troops, numerous as they were, charged through the deep forests, their yellow dragon banners fluttering wildly. Tens of thousands more surged down like a raging sea
. Zhang Biao waved his hand, and the retreating soldiers of the local garrison charged again
, entangled in a fierce battle, blood splattering amidst the flashing blades. A large northern banner appeared atop the hill, followed by
another massive wave of soldiers, charging from the flanks amidst the booming cannons.
Zhu Lin turned and drew his sword, shouting, "Imperial Guards, follow me to the front lines!"
Ran'er hurriedly grabbed Zhu Lin, saying, "Uncle, don't go..."
Zhu Lin smiled and said, "It's alright, we'll be back soon!"
In the midst of the critical situation, three thousand Imperial Guards were also dispatched to the front lines. Zhang Biao removed his armor, followed by
hundreds of white-clad, masked personal guards. Zhu Lin wiped his sword on his arm, and the two of them led less than four thousand men to resist
.
Ouyang Ni sat upright in the central army, her beautiful eyes like water watching the fighting crowd. Heads flew everywhere, blood splattered, and cannonballs
crisscrossed, blasting the crowd into a bloody mess, the sky and earth seemed to collapse.
At this moment, amidst the heavens and earth, her delicate body, clad in a long white dress, fluttered in the wind, revealing her tall and slender figure.
Long, flowing hair danced wildly in the wind, brushing against her stunningly beautiful face. Fearfully, Ran'er buried herself in her arms, her face pressed tightly against
the two full breasts beneath her snow-white bodice. This breathtaking beauty gave Ran'er all warmth, making Ran'er
forget all her fear, only knowing to hide herself deeply in her embrace.
In the midst of the charge, Zhu Lin raised his sword and beheaded someone. Amidst the swirling blood, Zhang Biao and Zhu Lin
exchanged a glance, then roared with laughter, "That was exhilarating!"
In the blink of an eye, they were swallowed up by the sea of people.
Night fell as expected. Amidst the torrential rain, the military camp lights shone. Ouyang Ni sat gracefully at a table,
her jade-like hand using a gold hairpin to adjust the candle wick. In the candlelight, her long hair flowed freely over her fragrant shoulders. A tight-fitting white dress, whiter than
snow, perfectly outlined her alluring curves. Her face was exquisitely beautiful; her slender, tall figure was pure and untouchable
. Not only was her skin as white as snow, but even her white gauze dress shimmered with a translucent luster in the candlelight. She was a beauty
like jade, noble and aloof like a celestial fairy.
Her unassailable body exuded a captivating allure, a saintly temptation that stirred the blood. Her white dress, whiter than
snow, revealed large expanses of smooth, crystalline white skin below her snow-white neck. A flawlessly smooth, jade-white bodice encased
two full, high, rounded breasts.
A lone man and woman alone in a room is inherently suggestive, especially with
Ouyang Ni standing before him, so strikingly similar to Zhao Qingqing and exuding such allure.
Since arriving in Dingzhou, countless men have coveted Ouyang Ni's beauty. Later,
she became Zhao Qingqing's sworn sister, and then, the true mistress of Kangguo—all of this seemed like yesterday
.
Zhu Lin's gaze lingered on her slender, jade-like body, passing over her face, her hands, lingering on her chest, and finally
settling on her long, curvaceous legs and the exquisitely beautiful feet, barely concealed beneath her snow-white gauze dress.
Ouyang Ni, holding a gold hairpin and adjusting the candle wick, cast an eerie glow that made her seem otherworldly.
When her beautiful eyes caught the man's gaze, she lightly hooked her alluring foot around her skirt and said, "Want to play?"
Zhu Lin instinctively replied, "Yes..."
Ouyang Ni sat languidly at the table, her red lips whispering seductively, "Come on over if you want to play..."
Zhu Lin couldn't help but swallow hard, utterly powerless against Ouyang Ni's words. He stood there, stunned, at her feet, his eyes
fixed on her breathtaking beauty and purity. His gaze shifted to the girl's full, firm breasts, encased in a snow-white bodice. Two
round, full mounds were barely contained by the bodice, and a tempting cleavage was visible beneath. His eyes then fell upon the girl
's red lips, making it impossible to resist…
The snow-white gauze dress shimmered with a translucent luster, pure and inviolable, yet simultaneously alluring.
The beautiful feet hidden beneath the white dress were the most alluring feature. Ouyang Ni sat regally, her slender figure exuding nobility… With an alluring,
light lift of her beautiful leg, she said in a low voice, "I wonder how you want to play?"
Zhu Lin couldn't suppress his desire. He swallowed hard, watching her beautiful feet, barely concealed beneath her gauze skirt. Ouyang
Ni placed a golden hairpin on the table, one hand gently caressing her snow-white gauze skirt. Her
face possessed a touch of saintly charm, a strand of hair lingering on her fragrant red lips. One hand lightly rested on her full breasts, causing Zhu Lin to gulp down
a large amount of saliva. Her full, high... As her slender, jade-like hand landed on her full, rounded breasts, it accentuated her purity and allure, emanating
a faint, delicate fragrance…
Never had he imagined that her noble, pure red lips would utter such seductive words. Zhu Lin hurriedly explained, “Master,
please don’t misunderstand, just now…”
But she moved gracefully, extending her jade-like hand to gently gather her snow-white gauze skirt. The skirt revealed the distinct curves of her legs, and beneath it, a
pair of alluring jade feet were faintly visible. She lightly hooked the gauze skirt, seductively playing with the snow-white long skirt, and said with a touch of coquettishness:
"There was nothing there just now."
Zhu Lin was taken aback by these words, then let out a heavy sigh of relief. "Actually, the Master and Ran'er are quite
good..."
Ouyang Niyu propped her beautiful face up with her hand and chuckled, "I'm too lazy to argue with you."
Zhu Lin laughed, "Master, haven't you really thought about that?"
Ouyang Niyu's hand landed on her breasts, gently caressing the full peaks, her expression both pure and alluring. "Fine,
considering how hard you worked in the battle today, I'll let you talk nonsense. Stop now."
Ran'er slept soundly, in her dreams... When Ran'er awoke, the candlelight in the tent was dim. Ouyang Ni had changed into a
light pink dress that clung to her slender figure. Her fairy-like beauty was breathtaking, as if she were in a dream. Her red lips exhaled a sweet
fragrance, and her full, rounded breasts were partially exposed, creating an alluring cleavage. When Ran'er awoke, Ouyang Ni's beautiful eyes were gentle as she reached out
her jade-like hand to lightly stroke his forehead. Ran'er happily stretched out his arm and said coquettishly, "Auntie, Auntie..."
Ouyang Ni smiled gently and kissed Ran'er's lips beautifully, leaving Ran'er with the sweet
fragrance of her beautiful red lips. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, feeling so comfortable he almost floated away. Ouyang Ni lovingly stroked his forehead and
asked, "Baby, what sweet dream did you have?"
Ran'er pulled on her hand, and Ouyang Ni nestled into the bed, following Ran'er's lead. Ran'er hummed comfortably as he lay
in her arms, kissing Ouyang Ni's snow-white breasts outside her bodice, and hummed softly, "Baby dreamed that he and Auntie
were catching butterflies in the garden..."
Ouyang Ni stroked his head and smiled, "And then?"
Ran'er said coquettishly, "Then I woke up..."
Ouyang Ni listened... Unable to resist chuckling, she said, "I'll go butterfly hunting with you another day. Go to sleep now."
Ran'er obediently hummed in agreement, closed her eyes, and fell asleep. Perhaps this was the happiness she had always wanted
...
Chapter Seventy: The wind weeps on the grassland, the phoenix is reborn in the flames
. The sky was shrouded in the boundary between darkness and gloom. A flock of wild geese flew across the sky, heading into the distance like an old horse that knows its way.
A chestnut horse stood majestically beside her. Between the sky and the earth, thousands of vermilion flags fluttered in the wind.
Each battle flag was inscribed with the character "dragon," and the clash of swords and the shadows of spears were extremely fierce.
This is the boundless Guanbei Grassland, where countless clashing swords and iron horses once galloped, and how many heroic souls and unyielding spirits roared forth .
The erosion of time cannot erase the angry cries from those hearts. Blood and fire intertwined, weaving the most tragic epic.
With each sound of the bugle call, tens of thousands of riders surged across the grassland, forming a dark, imposing torrent of iron cavalry.
With each swing of gleaming steel blade, rivers of blood flowed on the ground…
The earth trembled, the cold wind was like a knife, and a ray of dawn pierced the darkness, turning the world white.
A light drizzle drifted past, and Jin Yue's beautiful eyes gazed into the distance. The vast grassland was desolate, the wind fierce, and the rain dreary.
After the fierce battle last night, the Chahetai tribe was defeated, and countless people died.
In the chaos of the battle on the vast grassland, countless others chased each other, lost their way, and never
returned.
The opportunity was fleeting, and she had waited a very long time. Zhou Ning, eager to prove himself on the battlefield, disregarded the thousands of troops
clashing and pursued the enemy amidst the chaos. After the battlefield calmed down, each unit mustered its troops and regrouped,
but Zhou Ning was missing. The Dingzhou army and the Northern Kingdom had been clashing for years, their enmity deep-seated. The Northern Kingdom possessed a large and powerful army, its prestige unmatched
. Chahetai, under the Northern Kingdom's command, had personally led nearly 40,000 cavalry on this expedition. After Dingzhou defeated Chahetai,
he fled far away. Jin Yue, entrusted with high hopes by Ouyang Ni, naturally wanted to eliminate this threat. After mustering her troops
, she was to venture deep into the grasslands. Having waited too long, she finally mounted her steed and led her army in pursuit
… They slept until midday. When they woke up, Ouyang Ni was about to get up when Ran'er, half-asleep, clung to
her hand. Ouyang Ni raised her hand and scolded, "Alright, what time is it? If you keep fooling around, Auntie will get angry
..."
Ran'er mumbled a few words, barely audible. Ouyang Ni pulled him into bed and got out to dress in front of the mirror.
From behind, Ran'er saw that her long hair reached her waist, falling onto her snow-white back. She was pure and beautiful, with skin whiter than snow.
Her tall, slender figure was alluring and seductive. As she dressed in front of the mirror, a fragrant breeze wafted by. In the mirror, a tall
, stunningly beautiful woman in a pink dress appeared, exuding nobility and aloofness. She moved gracefully to the bedside.
She gently stroked Ran'er's face with her snow-white hands and smiled, "My good baby, Auntie loves you the most!"
Ran'er was startled, then giggled and acted coquettishly towards her. At this moment, Zhu Lin requested an audience outside the tent. Ouyang Ni hurriedly stepped out of the tent
and asked, "What is it?"
The war was tense. Zhu Lin clasped his hands and said, "Urgent battle report from the front lines. Miss Jin Yue encountered the Chahetai
cavalry yesterday evening. After a chaotic battle, she defeated the Chahetai and beheaded 18,000. At this moment, she is deep in the grasslands, searching for
the main force of Chahetai for a decisive battle. Zhou Ning may have already died in battle..."
Ouyang Ni was taken aback and said, "We need to see her alive or dead. We owe this child too much!"
Zhu Lin continued, "The demon realm's ship went to Taizhou. Does the master already know?"
Ouyang Ni, with her hands behind her back, said, "I know."
Zhu Lin said, "The Nine Heavens are unruly and constantly fighting each other, not much different from our place. It
's just that the demon realm's strength is too great. There is an unprecedented crisis. The Northern Kingdom, Taizhou, including me..." " They all avoid the demon realm
like the plague."
Ouyang Ni pointed to the endless mountains and said, "The various tribes of the grasslands are in constant conflict. Once they unite,
they will be a force to be reckoned with, which is worrying. Now, with the demon realm joining the fray, it's truly a time of great turmoil."
Zhu Lin said, "The people from the demon realm are not here with good intentions..."
Ouyang Ni said calmly, "What's meant to happen will happen!"
Zhu Lin suddenly leaned closer to her delicate body and said, "What does the Master think of my adopted son?"
Ouyang Ni chuckled, "You took him in yourself, don't you know him? Why ask me?"
Zhu Lin shook his head and laughed, "Young people are often ignorant of their own limitations. Just keep it to yourself.
Jin Yue, the girl beside the Master, seems to have her eyes on Ran'er. The second princess is too tempting."
Ouyang Ni said, "Alright, with Jin Yue by Ran'er's side, it's always reassuring. As for the grasslands, that's what's
worrying!"
A song of triumph echoes across the grasslands, but who is the true confidant?
Zhou Ning stood on his horse, eyes closed, listening to the girl's clear and melodious singing. She was about fifteen or sixteen years old
, with a beautiful and charming face, wearing a snow-white dress. She was sitting beside him, singing happily. After listening,
Zhou Ning mounted his horse and said, "Your singing is very beautiful."
The girl turned around, blinked, and chuckled, "Where are you going?"
Zhou Ning pointed to the vast grassland and said, "I'm going to chase the blue sky and white clouds!"
She lifted her skirt, twirled beautifully, and laughed happily, "The blue sky and white clouds are so close!"
Zhou Ning shook his head and smiled, "They look very close, but they're actually very, very far away."
She smiled beautifully, "Really? Then I wish you find them soon!"
Zhou Ning mounted his horse and smiled, "I definitely will!"
The girl mounted her own horse and smiled beautifully, "I'm going too, and my name is Xiao Ling."
Zhou Ning flicked his whip, turned around, and said, "My name is Zhou Ning!"
Five hundred cavalrymen followed closely behind.
The rain hadn't stopped, the wind hadn't ceased, and countless sheep grazed on the lush grassland, while sheepdogs ran about happily, creating
a beautiful scene. A sudden gust of wind swept by, swaying the grass, and the white sheep buried their heads in their grazing. The shepherd,
an old man in his fifties, was happily riding his horse across the grassland when he vaguely saw a troop
of several hundred cavalrymen speeding towards them in the distance. The leader, dressed in snow-white wolf-fleck clothing and carrying an iron bow, was none other than Chahetai, who had once served as
the shepherd. In just a short while, they were upon the shepherd.
The shepherd hurriedly dismounted and knelt humbly on the ground. Chahetai, his face covered in a thick beard, his eyes
filled with a fierce, wolf-like ruthlessness, didn't even glance at the shepherd. Beside him, Temur glared and roared, "What are you standing there for
? Get ready to slaughter a sheep for a feast!"
Chahetai turned his head and said, "That little girl Jin Yue from Dingzhou is quite something."
Temur lewdly chuckled, "The beauties from the barbarians are all incredibly young. I saw it clearly last night;
that little girl is absolutely gorgeous. I heard Ouyang Ni is quite fond of her!"
The shepherd, trembling, led this group of fierce... The fierce Chahetai said, "If you like the barbarian beauties,
just rob a few more next time."
Temur, being the most lustful, was itching with desire upon hearing this. Chahetai then asked, "How many died last night?" Temur
replied viciously, "Nearly 20,000." Chahetai
laughed, "Now those bastards will have something to cry about."
It turned out that Chahetai was nominally the lord of the grasslands, but in reality, the various tribes were only nominally subjugated to him due to the tyranny of the northern kingdom.
Chahetai had been preparing for ten years, gathering 17,000 archers around him, intending to eliminate the various tribes and become the
true king of the grasslands.
This time, Murong Chong forced the various tribes of the grasslands to send troops, and none dared to disobey. In the ensuing chaos, nearly
20,000 men died in a single night. Chahetai, ambitious and using Dingzhou to suppress the other tribes, was overjoyed after this victory . He feigned
defeat and fled in the chaos, abandoning the remnants of his tribes to fight Dingzhou to the death.
He and Temur had been impatiently deciding to launch a military campaign against the tribes upon their return. Just as they were rejoicing,
they arrived at a shepherd's house. The shepherd hurriedly slaughtered sheep and cattle. Inside the tent, there was a commotion. Temur gulped down several mouthfuls of wine and
shouted, "Where's the meat? Where's the meat?"
The shepherd, hearing Temur's furious cries, was terrified. Just as he was about to offer the meat, he suddenly
heard his daughter Xiaoling scream outside, accompanied by a man's lewd laughter.
The shepherd lifted the tent flap and saw more than a dozen men tearing at his daughter's snow-white clothes, each one as greedy as
a wolf. Although the shepherd was timid, his eyes turned red at the sight. This daughter was
someone he had encountered more than ten years ago when he was fleeing from a band of robbers. The merchant's entire family had been killed, leaving only the little girl alive
. The shepherd had taken the little girl with him and they had traveled all the way to the grasslands to settle down. When the girl grew up, she had
snow-white skin, a beautiful and charming face, a clever and quick-witted nature, and was very filial to the shepherd.
Seeing this, his mind went blank. He grabbed a sharp knife and rushed out. A dozen or so naked soldiers
were shouting and tearing at the girl's clothes. The girl screamed, followed by a man's scream.
In the chaos, the shepherd stabbed five or six men to death in the blink of an eye. The soldiers rushed forward and pinned the shepherd to the
ground. Chahetai lifted the tent flap, glanced around, and knew what had happened. Temur followed, cursing
, and when he saw the girl, his mouth watered. "Ah, this girl is so pretty!"
Chahetai's eyebrows... He sneered, "If you like her, she's yours. Everyone says Temur of the grasslands can fuck a woman
to death. Let me see for myself today."
Temur let out a strange laugh, strode forward, and slashed with his sword. A head fell to the ground with a thud. Chahetai's face
was filled with hatred as he said, "Feed this head to my dogs."
Temur dropped his sword and pounced on the girl, who was covered in blood, tears, and hatred, like a hungry wolf. Just as Temur was about to
lick her neck, the girl suddenly opened her small mouth and viciously bit at his neck. If his neck
were torn open, would he still be alive?
Temur turned pale with fright, let out a shriek, and jumped up. Chahetai laughed and said, "General, what's
wrong? Are you frightened by the little wildflower of the grassland?"
Temur, enraged, was about to strike hard when Chahetai said, "Not bad, little girl." Temur
withdrew his hand and lewdly said, "Why don't you have a taste, Great Khan?"
Chahetai was about to speak when his eyelids suddenly twitched violently. He instinctively had a bad premonition, raised his whip, and said,
"Go!"
Chahetai was strict in disciplining his soldiers and his word was law. At his command, the soldiers jumped onto their horses and hurried
away like a whirlwind.
Not long after the group left, a troop of Dingzhou soldiers, carrying a dragon-themed banner, rode up on horseback. Zhou Ning jumped off his horse, took
a piece of clothing, and covered her with it. Xiao Ling, stunned, burst into tears.
Zhou Ning held her hand and shook his head, saying, "It's all my fault for being late." Xiao Ling sobbed, "I want blue skies and white clouds."
Zhou Ning held her hand and said, "Let's go find them together, let's find blue skies and white clouds!"
Xiao Ling wiped away her tears, stared blankly at the dim sky above, and choked out, "Can we find them?"
Zhou Ning cast his gaze into the distance, his determination unwavering, "Even if we have to go to the Yellow Springs or hell, we will definitely find them .
When that time comes, there will be no more endless wars under heaven, no more people will be displaced and
unable to cry, no more oppression. As long as we firmly believe in this, one day it will come."
Xiao Ling held his hand tightly, her gaze fixed on the dim distance.
Countless northern banners fluttered across the grasslands. Ten thousand northern soldiers surrounded a royal tent pulled by thirty fine horses.
A gentle breeze stirred, and dewdrops danced on the grass. Murong Chong, dressed in utter simplicity, his long black hair flowing
over his shoulders, no longer possessed the imposing air of his past. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the bed, eyes closed
, his expression serene and still. Wisps of smoke rose from the tent, and the air was filled with the fragrance of floating gauze, creating a scene of peace and tranquility.
Deep within the bright yellow gauze, sat a beautiful woman in white. Murong Chong finished his meditation and slowly opened his eyes,
asking, "Fairy, does hell exist?"
Fei Shangxue parted her red lips slightly and asked, "Does Your Highness believe?"
Murong Chong shook his head and smiled gently, saying, "Fairy, you are a highly accomplished cultivator. I fear I might speak carelessly and offend you."
Fei Shangxue poured a cup of tea and said, "Hell does not exist in the world, nor does it reside in the heart. Hell exists
in the vague and ethereal beliefs of all beings. If you believe, it exists; if you do not believe, it does not. Good and evil are but a fleeting moment." " In this world, some people do evil, and no one
dares to punish them, hence the saying that hell is used to punish the wicked."
Murong Chong nodded and said, "A person's life is truly like fleeting clouds; perhaps only oneself can't see through it all.
I don't understand why I did all this..."
Fei Shangxue said calmly, "Your Highness is also a cultivator; surely you can't see through it?"
Murong Chong brushed his long hair aside, his expression arrogant, coldly looking at all living beings, and said, "
I'm not the only one who can't see through it."
Fei Shangxue's white hair... The woman, her face veiled, said, "Since Your Highness is a man of such noble birth, you must regard everything as mere fleeting clouds."
Murong Chong nodded slightly and said, "After returning from the Demon Realm, what you saw and heard is beyond my comprehension. If
the Demon Realm truly holds such great allure for cultivators throughout the land, then when my hair turns white, I will naturally
cast aside all worldly desires and cross the Demon Sea alone to descend upon the Demon Realm."
Fei Changxue said, "Your Highness's destiny is such, and no one can change it."
Murong Chong then said, "Everything is..." "Wait and see on the road to the underworld!"
Fei Changxue's beautiful eyes fell on his face, and she said softly, "It seems that Your Highness still believes it."
Murong Chong raised his head and laughed wildly, "Murong Chong of the North, one of the most villainous men in the world, if I shouldn't go to
hell, then who should?"
After saying this, Murong Chong took out his folding fan and lightly tapped his handsome face, then stood up and recited: "I have devoted my life to the gods, but the gods say
I am foolish and cannot be reincarnated.
Tears flow on the banks of the River of Oblivion, bitter tears wound the heart.
I ask, what is love in this mortal world?
How many times have I faced death, and with whom have I relied!"
"If I were to depart before you, I would await you on the road to the Yellow Springs."
Fei Shangxue poured another cup of tea, her exquisite face appearing somewhat ethereal in the steam. Murong Chong lifted the veil,
sat cross-legged opposite her, and gazed intently at her face, looking at her carefully again and again. "Your beauty is truly stunning. Even I,
a person with high standards who is accustomed to such beauty, cannot resist."
Fei Shangxue smiled faintly, a smile like snow melting and warm spring arriving. When her beautiful eyes looked over,
her red lips beneath the white veil were tempting to kiss her. "If you can't resist, just bear with it."
Murong Chong sat cross-legged and smiled. "It's good that you can't bear it. I wonder where Your Beauty will go in the future?"
Fei Shangxue said, "Back to Yin Yang Valley."
Murong Chong picked up the tea she had poured and drank it all in one gulp. "Secluded cultivation is a beautiful thing in life, but it's just too lonely
."
Fei Shangxue smiled sweetly and asked, "About matters between men and women?"
Murong Chong nodded seriously. "Exactly.
" Fei Shangxue smiled and said, "When the heart is still, desire is just a matter of course."
Murong Chong shook his head and said, "Indeed."
Fei Shangxue glanced at the Chi You sword hanging by the bedside.
It still didn't have a scabbard. Murong Chong smiled and said, "A good sword needs a good scabbard, but unfortunately, it's really hard to find a scabbard that can contain this sword. There's nothing I can do but leave it hanging
there."
Fei Shangxue's beautiful eyes fell on his face, and she asked softly, "I wonder what kind of scabbard is considered good in Your Highness's eyes
?"
Murong Chong said, "Well, just like a man who wants to make love with a woman naturally wants to find a beautiful fairy to enter. The
same goes for a sword."
Fei Shangxue chuckled and said, "You're talking lewd and obscene nonsense..."
Murong Chong's eyes lit up and he laughed, "How can it be nonsense? Does that mean you can just find any hole to crawl into if you want a woman?"
Fei Shangxue poured a cup of tea and bit her red lips. He chuckled, "
Isn't it exciting to say these things to a pure and virtuous fairy who is devoted to cultivating the Tao?"
Murong Chong coughed, "Is the fairy angry?"
Fei Shangxue, with her holy aura, said, "I'm not angry..."
Murong Chong stood up and pointed to the royal tent, "Fairy, would you accompany me for a walk and let me see the scenery of this grassland?"
Fei Shangxue rose gracefully and said, "Let's go."
The two stepped down from the royal tent, and saw the green grassland shrouded in misty rain. Murong Chong held an umbrella over their
heads and said, "Walking with the fairy on this vast grassland, smelling the fairy's fragrance, is truly a pleasure..."
Fei Shangxue raised her jade hand and said, "Your Highness, please stop talking nonsense."
Murong Chong gazed into the distance and said, "There are countless beautiful sights in the world, but unfortunately, no one can appreciate them all. What we
see is only the beauty of one place. I really want to let go of everything!"
Fei Shangxue said, "How pitiful..." Countless soldiers on the front lines are still fighting desperately. "
There's nothing we can do about it," Murong Chong said with a smile.
Fei Shangxue said, "Master Ouyang of Kang Kingdom has dispatched 100,000 troops from Jing Sheng in Yongzhou to reinforce the front lines, and Taizhou has also sent
150,000 troops to force Your Highness to make Yuwen Tai withdraw his troops. What are Your Highness's plans?"
Murong Chong smiled and said, "I will not let you think that I am someone who fears nothing more than peace and quiet. Yuwen Tai will withdraw his troops tonight."
Fei Shangxue laughed and said, "You're joking. I don't have that much influence..."
Murong Chong's gaze fell on her face, and he extended his palm, saying, "Such a beautiful view. If I can't hold
your hand and enjoy it together, it would be a man's greatest regret. May I hold your hand and
stroll around with you?"
Murong Chong looked expectantly at her. Fei Shangxue glanced at his outstretched palm with her beautiful eyes, smiled with her stunning beauty, and
shook her head slightly.
Murong Chong was somewhat disappointed and laughed, "Never mind..."
Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Fei Shangxue smiled gently, "As a reward, you can hug me if you want."
Who was Fei Shangxue? A fairy revered as a goddess by the world, with countless suitors, even Zhao
Qingqing had to call her "Senior Sister." Upon hearing this, Murong Chong's face lit up with joy, and he hurriedly grabbed her fairy-like hand hidden in her gauze sleeve. Touching it, he
found it smooth and tender. Holding her hand against his face, a faint fragrance lingered around him. He couldn't help but inhale deeply into her hand,
his heart melting. He exclaimed, "So fragrant, so smooth! A fairy's pure and flawless hand is truly the most
intoxicating to a man..."
Fei Shangxue's beautiful eyes softened, and she smiled sweetly, biting her red lips, "If you insist on not retreating, not only will you not
be able to touch my fairy-like hand, but you won't even be able to smell my fragrance..."
Murong Chong was completely captivated by her, holding her two jade-like hands in a daze. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his arms outstretched
, tightly embracing Fei Shangxue's pure and beautiful body
. He felt surrounded by the fragrance of a fairy, a fiery fairy body in his arms, his chest pressed tightly against her firm and soft breasts. He greedily inhaled the scent of her hair and said, "This is true ecstasy
..."
Fei Shangxue gently tightened her arms around his waist and asked, "What are you thinking, Your Highness, while holding this fairy?"
Murong Chong's masculine desire pressed against the entrance of the fairy's jade passage, a numbing and soft sensation spreading through his masculine
desire. His erection hardened, pressing against the place that made men ecstatic. He couldn't help but
push hard through her gauze skirt. A tingling current spread through his body, and a feeling of wanting to ejaculate swept over Murong Chong.
She bit her red lips, letting out a soft, almost inaudible gasp. The man's hands were already on her shapely
buttocks, draped in a gauze dress, kneading and manipulating them. Murong Chong held the fairy tightly, rubbing against her repeatedly through the gauze dress.
Suddenly, his hands gripped her buttocks tightly, holding her close. He croaked, "Fairy, fairy, I
... I can't hold back anymore..."
Fei Shangxue's jade-like hands encircled his waist as she softly asked, "What do you mean, 'coming'?"
Murong Chong held her tightly, a muffled sound escaping his lips. After an indescribable pleasure, he opened his mouth and bit her... Fei
Shangxue, with her fragrant shoulders and flowing hair, guided his jade-like hand to her crotch, saying, "Fairy, do you really not know? This is what's coming
."
Fei Shangxue leaned weakly against him, letting Murong Chong finish his release. As her jade fingers gently closed in a squeeze, Murong Chong's
face was filled with ecstasy, his body numb with pleasure. The fairy had already gently withdrawn her jade hand and lazily pushed him away, saying, "
Does Your Highness regret retreating?"
Murong Chong saw her beautiful legs, her gauze skirt soaked, and couldn't help but say with a seductive, bone-melting passion, "If you regret it,
even being struck by lightning and having your bones crushed to ashes wouldn't be too much!"
Fei Shangxue reached out her jade-like hand and took a snow-white handkerchief, gently wiping her damp gauze dress. Watching this pure and
immaculate fairy, her face radiant with holiness as she wiped her wet dress, Murong Chong's mouth went dry. Fei Shangxue lightly
gathered her hair and calmly said, "Since Your Highness has come, Shangxue should leave now. I hope Your Highness will keep your promise."
Murong Chong eagerly tried to persuade her to stay, saying, "Why must you leave in such a hurry, fairy?"
Fei Shangxue, with her jade-like hands behind her back, walked towards the green grassland, saying, "If fate allows, we'll meet again; if not, we'll talk about it later."
As she spoke, the fairy's delicate... The body vanished without a trace in an instant…
The Northern Kingdom withdrew its troops as scheduled, but the various tribes of the grasslands were plunged into a long-planned bloodbath. In just a few
days, the situation on the grasslands changed drastically. Chahetai, with the force of a storm, swept across the vast grasslands, taking advantage of the Danshu and Linqin
tribes' lack of preparedness, launching a sudden attack. Iron cavalry rolled, sabers flashed, and tens of thousands of people from various tribes died under the slaughter
. The grasslands were filled with panic…
The night was so alluring, like a veil veiling its mysterious face, the campfire burning in the drizzling rain… Burning, the bone
flute played a mournful yet majestic tune. Chahetai stood up and addressed his ministers, "The vast grasslands belong to the Khan.
I hereby swear in the name of Heaven that the warriors of my Khanate will wage war against those tribes that do not submit to my Khanate!"
As soon as Chahetai finished speaking, dozens of young women in light veils entered the arena and began to dance. His generals, their
eyes gleaming with the greed of hungry wolves, all looked at the young women and filled their cups in celebration.
General Temur, brimming with pride and displaying his power, drank from his golden cup. He took a swig of strong liquor and laughed loudly, "Looking back
, all those tied up are Linqin tribesmen! Haha!" Chahetai
sipped his liquor calmly, a smile on his face as he looked at Yuan Shaoqiu and said, "Young Master Yuan,
how do the singing and dancing beauties here compare to those in Dingzhou?"
Yuan Shaoqiu grew a short beard, lowered his head and smiled, "The Khan's are still the best."
Chahetai continued, "Young Master Yuan is joking. The beauties here can't compare to those in Dingzhou. I've heard that Young Master Yuan
's wife is a talented singer and dancer, why not call her out to entertain?"
Yuan Shaoqiu was taken aback, coughed, and said: "She's ill,"
Chahetai said with a smile. "Then forget it. But the Khanate is short of a commander of a thousand, and no one has been chosen yet.
It's quite a worry."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Shaoqiu's eyes lit up, and he became restless. Chahetai noticed this and
said, "Well, no one gets something for nothing. There's always something to exchange."
Yuan Shaoqiu suddenly stood up and said, "I'll go call her right now!"
Yuan Shaoqiu was burning with lust; he couldn't resist the temptation Chahetai offered, and it was something he had always dreamed of
. When Yuan Shaoqiu stumbled to his tent, it was empty, and Lin Xiaoyue was nowhere to be seen. He
panicked and immediately led his horse after her. Knowing she longed for her hometown, he chased relentlessly towards Dingzhou
, the pursuit raging until dusk. Lin Xiaoyue, not skilled at riding, was eventually caught by Yuan Shaoqiu. Terrified, she fell from her horse
, pulling out a short knife to protect herself, sobbing, "You're not human! You're not human! You're going to take
me to another man! I'd rather die!"
Yuan Shaoqiu was astonished. "How did you know?" she asked
, immediately regretting the words. Lin Xiaoyue, tears streaming down her face, cried out, "For ten years, I've followed
you through thick and thin, never complaining even when we were starving or cold. Even when you were beaten and your manhood was damaged for stealing
, making you a eunuch, I never complained. I did whatever you wanted. I
never imagined you were a beast in human form, letting other men play with your own woman! Are you even human?"
Yuan Shaoqiu roared, "I want..." "What do you know, you little woman?"
Lin Xiaoyue was terrified, tears streaming down her face. She sobbed, "For the sake of all these years of friendship, please let me go! If you
force me any further, I'll kill myself!"
Yuan Shaoqiu said angrily, "Letting you sleep with Chahetai in exchange for me becoming a centurion, isn't that a good
thing?"
Lin Xiaoyue screamed and cried, "Yuan Shaoqiu, I was blind to follow you! If you want to sleep with Chahetai, go ahead and sleep with him
! Waaah!"
Yuan Shaoqiu was furious and rushed forward, while Lin Xiaoyue turned pale. Holding a knife, she screamed,
"Come any closer, and I'll kill you!"
Yuan Shaoqiu snarled, "I even killed my own father, have you ever killed anyone?"
Lin Xiaoyue whimpered, "You beast, you'll die a horrible death, you'll be struck by lightning sooner or later!"
Yuan Shaoqiu's eyes turned red with rage, and he jumped up and down, shouting, "I'll strangle you!"
Lin Xiaoyue let out a whimper, paralyzed with fear, and as Yuan Shaoqiu lunged at her viciously, an
arrow whistled through the air, piercing her brain, and she died instantly with a thud.
A cold wind howled across the grasslands, and a dark mass of Dingzhou cavalry lay lurking in the depths of the night. Xiao Ling deftly sheathed
her longbow, and Zhou Ning dismounted, saying, "I didn't realize Xiao Ling was such a skilled archer."
He had forgotten that grassland girls were naturally adept at archery and horsemanship, having grown up on horseback. The five hundred cavalrymen following him
were all under General Balu's command. These soldiers of Feilong Town lived on the border year-round, were skilled in battle, and Zhou Ning had led this
group deep into the heart of the grasslands after breaking away from the main force. He also knew about Chahetai's impressive display of power.
Zhou Ning walked forward step by step, glanced at Yuan Shaoqiu's corpse, and said, "Yuan Shaoqiu, who has been missing for many years, has
met such an end. Cut off his head and send it to Dingzhou immediately."
The deputy general beside him received the order, drew his sword, and with a swift stroke, severed a head. The deputy general wrapped the head
and ordered it to be sent to Dingzhou immediately. Lin Xiaoyue had already collapsed to the ground. Xiao Ling, as if a different person, squatted down
and hugged her, saying, "He treated you like this, and you still feel sorry for him? How could you be so foolish?"
Lin Xiaoyue sobbed, and Xiao Ling held her hand, saying, "You'll be happier without him..."
Zhou Ning sighed. "Who in the world doesn't know what Yuan Shaoqiu has done? He wantonly raped women in Dingzhou,
murdered his father, and fled. Everyone turns pale at the mere mention of his name. Only you, Miss Lin, have followed him so devotedly. Are you
a living, breathing person, just deliberately letting such a person trample and demean you?"
Lin Xiaoyue seemed to have come to a realization, wrinkling her delicate nose. Zhou Ning stroked her body and said, "Everyone should respect
their own life and their own dignity."
Xiao Ling asked, "How far is Chahetai from here?"
Lin Xiaoyue looked back and said, "Fifteen li, I suppose."
Zhou Ning said, "Very close, very close."
Lin Xiaoyue continued, "Chahetai has wiped out Danshu and Linqin tribes. The smaller tribes have all submitted to him, only
some of the larger tribes refuse to submit. They've tied up all the prisoners, saying they'll kill them all, and they're going to attack
the Minyue tribe the day after tomorrow."
Xiao Ling said softly, "If only the Minyue prince were still alive. Although the Minyue tribe has many people and great power,
they're just a disorganized mess now. The two princes are fighting amongst themselves; they're definitely no match for Chahetai."
Zhou Ning said, "Sister Jinyue has already retreated. In this vast grassland, we can only rely on ourselves now.
The only thing we can do now is to communicate in time... " "It's good to know about the Minyue tribe."
The deputy general said, "Minyue and Dingzhou are enemies. If we go to help them, won't they see us as having
ulterior motives?"
Zhou Ning said, "Chahetai is too ambitious. Dingzhou has already noticed him. Neither the Northern Kingdom nor the Kang Kingdom wants the
tribes to be subdued by Chahetai alone. A tiger that has escaped its cage is the most ferocious.
It is what we want most for the tribes to remain separated forever."
He added, "There's no time to lose. Let Xiaoling lead us to the Minyue tribe."
Xiaoling nodded, mounted her horse, and led the way. Zhou Ning saw that Lin Xiaoyue's body was weak, so he lifted her onto his horse.
The two rode together on one horse, and Lin Xiaoyue fell asleep in no time.
After driving for a hundred miles, the group chose a secluded spot to camp and rest. It was late at night. Xiao Ling, dressed in a snow-white
dress, sat with her knees drawn up in front of the tent, admiring the night sky. The air was crisp and cool in the rainy season. Zhou Ning brought a cloak and draped it
over her shoulders, asking, "What are you thinking about?"
Xiao Ling remained silent. Zhou Ning smiled and said, "I still love your smile, so innocent and beautiful
. Not long ago, I was just as carefree as you. But what's done is done, and we shouldn't
give up on ourselves."
Xiao Ling rested her head on his shoulder and said, "He..." "Why did they kill?"
Zhou Ning embraced her delicate body, comforting her, "Because they had knives."
Xiao Ling, lying in his arms, asked, "Does Brother Zhou Ning like Xiao Ling's singing?"
Zhou Ning stroked her pretty face, dotingly saying, "Any man would cherish a sensible sister like Xiao Ling. And
Xiao Ling's singing is the best."
Xiao Ling murmured to herself, "Then I'll sing for Brother Zhou Ning every day from now on."
Zhou Ning smiled, "Would Xiao Ling be willing to come back to Dingzhou with me?"
Xiao Ling nodded silently. Zhou Ning picked her up and placed her on the bed, saying, "Get a good night's sleep first. Once you're rested,
we'll go to Minyue."
Xiao Ling obediently closed her eyes and went to sleep. Zhou Ning stood alone in the rain, looking into the distance. He didn't understand why he had
changed so quickly. Was it the cruel chaos of the world?
Where was Sister Jin Yue? He thought of Ouyang Ni again,
the goddess who was high above him and whom he could only kneel on the ground and look up to. Ouyang Ni was very beautiful. What man could possibly win over a woman like her?

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