Stunning beauty

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"Do you think I'm beautiful?" A stunningly beautiful woman answered. As she slowly
emerged from the darkness, the entire room seemed to brighten with her beauty. She was breathtakingly
beautiful almost blinding. The scarred man dared not look at her body, yet his manhood quickly
hardened, painfully so—a primal desire, instantly aroused by the beauty before him.
Even more alluring was the fact that the woman wore only a thin, sheer undergarment. Her breasts were full and white
, her skin flawless and
delicate. Her slender hands, seemingly both welcoming and resisting, protected her full breasts, yet couldn't conceal the exposed smoothness and whiteness. Her long, flawless legs, under the night sky, spoke volumes about
the captivating smoothness of her skin.
The man had just killed her newlywed husband; the sword still dripped blood—her husband's blood. But the man
's lust had consumed him, driving him mad. With a wild roar, he pounced. She let herself fall into her enemy's arms,
resisting his fierce kiss on her red lips with a mixture of resistance and desire. Her eyes were glazed with a drunken allure, her beauty
indescribable , her smile seductive and alluring. "That's right," she said, "as long as you don't kill me, in return, I'll give
you the greatest pleasure in the world..."
The first act, "Plum Blossoms in Secret," describes
a scene of towering mountains rising from the ground, a majestic pass, and the Great Wall stretching endlessly, blocking the advance of the Jianzhou cavalry.
The borderlands are often shrouded in snow—heavy snowflakes, biting winds that sting the face. The main road was covered with
a thick layer of snow, and few people were on it. It was the perfect time to sing a song of leaving the border. A young girl,
about fifteen or sixteen years old, rode a fine horse. She was beautiful, with large, clear eyes and
a budding smile on her face, as cheerful as a chirping bird. "Why do you always have
such a long face? It's not good,"
she said. There were only the girl and her companion on the road. The man beside her was named Yan Yifan, handsome with refined features and a
strikingly handsome face, though his face showed signs of hardship. He replied calmly, "
I ."
The girl beside her was named Mu Lejing. Both were dressed in the style of the northern frontier, with curved swords at their waists. Mu Lejing pouted and said...
"Then why have you been going to the places where the Central Plains people live so often lately? Are you missing your home?"
Yan Yifan smiled helplessly. "I'm homeless, there's nothing to miss. Jing'er, why did you
come with me?"
Mu Lejing looked serious, counting on her fingers, "The Central Plains people have so many schemes and tricks, otherwise
you wouldn't have been harmed to this extent by them, brother."
Yan Yifan smiled faintly, took out a bamboo flute with a red rope tied to it from his pocket, and played a mournful
tune .
Mu Lejing listened, mesmerized, and tightened her grip on the reins, saying, "What a beautiful tune, but you shouldn't play it so
sadly ."
Yan Yifan put away the bamboo flute, carefully placing it in his pocket, gazing at the boundless expanse before him. On the boundless snow-covered border, he laughed
loudly saying, "In my drunken stupor, I pick up my sword by lamplight; in my dreams, I hear bugles echoing through the camps. Eight hundred miles of roasted meat are distributed among my troops; fifty strings
resonate with the sounds of the frontier. Autumn is the time for the army to be reviewed on the battlefield. My horse, like Lu Bu's Red Hare, flies swiftly; my bow, like thunder, startles the string. I have accomplished the affairs of the king and the world, winning
fame before and after my death. Alas, my white hair..."
Mu Lejing stared at his laughing face, her delicate hands cupping her heart, her face full of adoration .
Yan Yifan turned around and smiled faintly, "What's wrong? " Mu
Lejing leaned closer to his face, her face full of anticipation for their future life: "Will we get married in the future
?"
Yan Yifan replied without hesitation, "Let's talk about that when you grow up."
He had already seen the cities of the Central Plains; it tasted like home.
Caravans came and went in an endless stream at the city gate, and many vendors set up stalls, creating a lively atmosphere. This was not
the first time Mu Lejing had been to such a place. The two of them dismounted and led their horses straight to the most prosperous eastern part of the city. The eastern part of the city was full of
entertainment venues and brothels. Mu Lejing knew that Yan Yifan liked to listen to music, and she herself had gradually developed
the habit of listening to music. She would always secretly follow Yan Yifan out to music venues to listen to music and storytelling.
As the two passed a storyteller's stall, the old man was engrossed in his tale. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, "
Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was quite fond of women. He had a favorite concubine, Lady Li, but alas, fate was cruel; she fell ill and died within a few years.
After her death, Emperor Wu constantly longed for her beauty. At this time, a sorcerer
offered 's spirit through a shadow puppet. Emperor Wu, in the darkness, saw clearly
that a peerless beauty appeared behind the puppet, vaguely resembling Lady Li. However, separated by the puppet, he could not see her.
Overwhelmed with grief, Emperor Wu recited, with tears streaming down his face, a poem by Lady Li's brother, Li Yannian: 'In the north there is a beautiful woman,
peerless and independent.
One glance could topple a city, a second glance could topple a nation.
How could one not know the power of such beauty? Such a woman is hard to find again.'"
After the poem, the crowd cheered loudly. Mule, listening intently but completely bewildered, pouted and said, "How annoying..."
"...What kind of poems are they writing?"
A young woman in a tight-fitting white dress stepped out from the crowd. She took out a few copper coins and put them into
the storyteller's gong, muttering to herself, "Although Emperor Wu of Han was lustful, he was also
particularly fond . However, when Emperor Wu was young, he kept her in a golden house, and later Empress Wei Zifu was the sole favorite in the six palaces. Then there was Lady Wang and
Lady Li. It seems that what most men are fond of is a woman's physical beauty and gentle body."
As she spoke, her voice was clear and melodious. Everyone turned around and saw a stunningly beautiful young
woman leading a horse, standing quietly on the road behind them. Her jet-black hair was like silk and draped over her shoulders. Her face was as white as
snow beautiful. She had bright eyes and white teeth, a delicate nose and red lips. She was so beautiful that people dared not look directly at her.
Yan Yifan felt an instant familiarity upon seeing her, as if she were
someone very, very important to him. He couldn't help but ask, "Are you from within the Great Wall, young lady?"
She turned her head, her gaze lingering on Yan Yifan, and shook her head, saying, "You could say that, and you could say that."
Yan Yifan pulled Mu Lejing closer. "Your name?
" "Just call me Qin Yan," she smiled radiantly, a smile that seemed to eclipse the sunlight.
Yan Yifan said, "Qin Yan, what a beautiful name. It's the best name I've ever heard."
Qin Yan rarely smiled. She casually tethered her horse and pointed to a nearby restaurant, suggesting, "Want some tea?"
Yan Yifan replied, "That's exactly what I was thinking. Please, Miss Qin."
Qin Yan turned and walked towards the restaurant, her every gesture exuding an extremely noble air.
Clinging to Yan Yifan's arm and pouting, she said, "Brother Yan, Qin Yan's clothes are so beautiful!
And the fabric looks so smooth, it sparkles in the sunlight! And
what's with that beautiful red phoenix embroidered on her left chest? I can't wait, I want to make an outfit
exactly like !"
Yan Yifan chuckled and pinched her nose, saying, "Little girl, you're always trying to outdo others in beauty."
Mu Lejing tilted her head and said, "Is Qin Yan some kind of fairy from the Heavenly Mountain? She's so beautiful, she
doesn't even look human. She's either a fairy or a vixen who seduces men."
Yan Yifan said, "Alright, stop fooling around," and pulled her hand, leading her upstairs. Qin Yan was alone
, with a pile of things on the table in front of her. Despite the lavish feast, she remained oblivious, her stunning figure simply sitting quietly by the window,
gazing at the scenery outside. Her profile was breathtakingly beautiful, her snow-white skin captivating. The guests stared at Qin Yan in disbelief, some
even drooling uncontrollably…
Yan Yifan pulled Mu Lejing to Qin Yan's seat opposite her, saying, “Miss Qin.”
Qin Yan turned around, placing her hands on her dress, and said calmly, “To be honest, I just saw someone
trying to harm you, which is why I invited you for tea.”
Mu Lejing smiled generously, “We know. That was a spy under my fourth uncle, who likes to
monitor me all day.”
Qin Yan gracefully poured a
cup of tea, lifting the teapot with one slender white hand and holding the lace trim of her dress with the other, saying, “It seems I've been redundant.”
Yan Yifan said, “You've meant well, how can I accept this?” It was unnecessary, but as he looked out the window, he thought,
in this chaotic world, how many kind-hearted people would be rewarded?
Qin Yan took a sip of tea and said softly, "In the north there is a beautiful woman, peerless and independent. One glance could topple a city, a second glance
could topple a nation. How could
one not know that such beauty, capable of toppling cities and nations, is hard to find again?" Mu Lejing suddenly clapped her hands and exclaimed, "What a wonderful phrase, 'topple cities and nations,' but I don't understand what it means
, how annoying..."
Qin Yan's bright eyes were filled with emotion as she said, "It's a pity that heaven is jealous of beauty; even an emperor couldn't save her life."
Yan Yifan then said, "Miss Qin, would you like to have a few drinks?"
Qin Yan looked up at him and said, "Thank you, but I never drink, let alone drink
with "
Mu Lejing exclaimed, "Hey, how can you be so rude? We're inviting you to drink!" "You won't drink it,
fine , but you're being rude too much!"
Yan Yifan grabbed Mu Lejing and pressed her down into a seat, laughing as he said, "Jianzhou customs have always been like this, even I
've gotten used to it. The Central Plains people have too many formalities, please don't take offense, young lady."
Qin Yan looked up and smiled, her eyes seemingly full of meaning, and said, "Aren't you from the Central Plains?"
Yan Yifan poured himself a cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp. After a moment of contemplation, he slowly said, "As for me, you could say I'm from the Central Plains,
or you could say I'm not. May I ask where you're from, young lady?"
Qin Yan said, "I come from a faraway place. You wouldn't understand even if I told you, so why not ask again?"
Mu Lejing leaned forward and grinned, "Then you must be a monster. Otherwise, how could a weak woman dare
to walk in this chaotic world? There's the Liang army nearby, Dingzhou not far away, and Jianzhou, and further still, Korea. It's all so
chaotic."
Qin Yan took a sip of tea, her posture elegant, and said, "Since you insist on asking, I'll tell you without hesitation. Since
Toyotomi Hideyoshi launched two invasions of Korea, the country was devastated, with the Korean king forced to flee everywhere.
Japan, formerly known as Fusang or Dongying, also has a strong martial spirit. Have you
heard of ?"
Yan Yifan raised his teacup, gesturing for Qin Yan to join him, and said calmly, "Fusang has always been considered
a small place , but that's not the case. Fusang's firearms are far more powerful than those of the Central Plains. However
, while the Central Plains relied heavily on cannons, Fusang commonly used muskets. Having fought many battles, Fusang's rifles caused considerable trouble during their invasion of Korea.
But what they are most famous for are the two kamikaze attacks that defeated the Mongol army, and the Japanese pirates along the coast
."
Qin Yan revealed... With a beautiful smile, she said, "Brother Yan, you're clearly not answering my question. I asked about the Ittō-ryū style,
but you've gone off on a tangent. It seems you have a lot of prejudice against Japan."
Yan Yifan laughed, "I do have some prejudice. The Japanese pirates who once plagued the coastal areas are too famous.
As for the Ittō-ryū style, my father has mentioned it. They're known as the number one samurai family in Japan, producing many masters. They once sent a
master to the Central Plains to befriend the leader of the Tianshan Sect and exchange martial arts skills, which was considered a great event in the martial arts world at the time."
Mu Lejing blinked and asked, "Was that Japanese master's martial arts skill high?"
Qin Yan said, "Very high. There's a heretical sect in Tibet called the Guitian Sect that produced a top master named Huanxi Fo.
He especially liked to eat beautiful virgins to cultivate his martial arts, and he was known as the number one master in Tibet. In the end, he was defeated by that Japanese senior
." "I'm too ashamed to come out and stir up trouble now."
Mu Lejing pouted and muttered, "You talk so much about how amazing you are, but I've never heard of you. It must be
all talk and no action, that's why I don't know."
Yan Yifan poured her a cup of tea and smiled, "That was more than twenty years ago. Few
people , let alone think of the notorious Japanese pirates when they hear about Japan, right?"
Qin Yan nodded and said, "That's right, it's all preconceived notions."
Yan Yifan said, "Could it be that Miss Qin has a deep connection with Japan?"
Qin Yan looked up at the scenery outside the window and murmured to herself, "My father and mother once fled to Japan to escape
persecution . It's been ten years since then. Time flies. I
grew up in Japan and studied swordsmanship under the Itto-ryu school."
Upon hearing this, Yan Yifan suddenly drew his saber from his waist, presented it to Qin Yan with both hands, and said, "Miss Qin, I
've heard that the Japanese saber has a peculiar design. How could it possibly be used for sword practice?"
Qin Yan took the saber, glanced at it, and said, "Of all the weapons in the world, the Tang saber is the sharpest, followed by the Miao saber. The sabers of
Japan are imitations and copies of the Tang saber. If we're talking about sword practice, my father was once a high-ranking
official in the Ministry of War. Even if he went to Japan, he wouldn't be without a sword, would he?"
Yan Yifan smiled and said, "I've truly learned something."
Qin Yan said, "Brother Yan, all good things must come to an end. I should go now. I wish you a safe journey."
Yan Yifan stood up, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Miss Qin, I also wish you a safe journey."
Qin Yan nodded slightly and turned to leave. Mu Lejing pulled Yan Yifan down to sit, saying, "She can go her own way, we'll
eat ours."
Yan Yifan, feeling rather bored, accompanied Mu Lejing through dinner before pulling her downstairs to pay the bill. Unexpectedly,
Qin Yan had already paid for the food and drinks when she left. Mu Lejing, peeking out, said casually, "So, Miss Qin, your
seemingly delicate is actually quite generous! You even paid for our food and drinks!"
Yan Yifan said irritably, "Come on, let's go to a music festival."
Mu Lejing clapped her hands excitedly, "I'd love to listen to music, but we have to tie our horses to the roadside
. It wouldn't be good if they got stolen."
Yan Yifan said, "It's broad daylight, don't worry, let's go."
He then pulled her hand and led her to a famous music hall. This was a court-run music hall, usually only catering to high-ranking
officials , generals, and other important figures. The two of them were regulars here. Mu Lejing peeked out and smiled.
"Miss Zhu Yao's zither playing is beautiful, her pipa playing is beautiful, and especially her flute playing is so enchanting.
Listening to it with deep emotion, one can't help but shed tears..."
Yan Yifan sighed slowly, "Perhaps this is the place that people least want to face."
The second floor was already packed with guests, all for Zhu Yao, whose beauty and talent were unparalleled, and whose fame spread throughout the region. She was
usually treated like a pearl by the music hall, and rarely seen by the public.
The crowd had been waiting for a long time, and gradually some people began to get impatient, shouting Zhu Yao's name loudly.
Mu Lejing complained with a stern face, "With so little patience, how dare you come here?"
Yan Yifan turned his head to the side, poured himself a cup of tea, and slowly sipped it.
Not long after, the gauze curtains upstairs parted, and a stunningly beautiful
woman with a slender figure emerged, carrying a zither. Upon seeing Zhu Yao, Mu Lejing giggled, "Miss Zhu, I've been waiting for you for so long!"
Zhu Yao wore a graceful light green dress, which further enhanced her delicate and captivating beauty, and her voice was melodious and pleasant.
"One of the strings broke just now, I'm so sorry for being so late."
Mu Lejing clapped her hands and laughed, "Miss Zhu, it's alright, it's alright, please play the zither, I want to hear it..."
Zhu Yao's gaze fell on Mu Lejing, she smiled at her gently, knelt on the red cloth,
placed the zither on the table, and glanced at Yan Yifan intentionally or unintentionally. She said to the crowd in a clear voice, "Some of you are
soldiers guarding the frontier, and some are businessmen traveling from all directions. I will play a song about leaving the frontier, and
sing it with the zither." As she spoke, her slender white fingers lightly pressed the strings, producing a clear and crisp sound, which made everyone's spirits
lift .
Zhu Yao tilted her head to the side and plucked the strings with a serious expression.
The music was sometimes as loud as a thousand troops charging, sometimes as piercing as the wind and snow on the frontier, and sometimes as beautiful as a landscape painting, a scene of green mountains and clear waters. The strings sometimes
played a thousand soft notes, sometimes as clear as flowing water and gushing springs, and sometimes as tender and poignant as a dream.
Then, she softly sang: "The brocade zither has fifty strings for no reason, each string and bridge evokes thoughts of bygone years. Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly,
the Emperor Wang's heart was entrusted to the cuckoo. The moon shines brightly over the sea, pearls seem to weep; the sun warms the jade of Lantian, smoke seems to rise. This feeling can
only
be cherished in memory, for at the time it was already a regret." After the song ended, those who were moved by their own feelings were
deeply touched by the last line, "This feeling can only be cherished in memory, for at the time it was already a regret," and exclaimed with great emotion, "Miss Zhu has played out everyone's feelings! Amazing,
amazing! Listening to this piece, it's as if I've found something I lost in my youth."
There were so many praises. Zhu Yao nodded and smiled softly at the crowd, "Some of you have come from afar to support me
. I have no way to repay you, so I can only offer you this piece from the bottom of my heart." With
that, she hugged her zither and turned away with gentle, graceful movements. Retreating behind the gauze curtain, Mulejing closed her eyes, seemingly
still immersed in the music, and giggled, "Brother Yan."
Yan Yifan rarely showed her a gentle smile, saying, "Jing'er, look. Your father has sent someone to pick you up.
Brother Atai, come quickly."
Mulejing gritted her teeth and glared at Atai, saying coquettishly, "You've grown quite the character, haven't you?"
Atai pretended to tremble and said, "I wouldn't dare~"
Mulejing tried hard to suppress the anger in her chest: "Then... then why did you come to find me?"
Atai said with a mournful face, "His Highness ordered me to obey. I dare not disobey. His Highness also said that if Miss doesn't go back,
he will punish Brother Yan!"
Mulejing glared at him and kicked him hard, saying, "Get out!"
Atai reluctantly scurried downstairs, peeking up at the upper floor every now and then.
Yan Yifan smiled and said, "The Prince is just worried about you. You should go back quickly, don't let him worry."
Mu Lejing pouted and said, "I know, but I can't bear to leave you."
Yan Yifan smiled helplessly, "We've always been good siblings, go on."
Mu Lejing reluctantly dawdled downstairs, glancing back every few steps. Yan Yifan
waved to her, strode up the corridor, where a pretty maid was already waiting. Seeing him approach, she smiled and said:
"Young Master Yan, come with me."
Yan Yifan surveyed the luxurious decorations along the corridor, then suddenly asked, "A-Juan, how has Miss Zhu
been ?"
A-Juan walked lightly, not turning her head, and softly replied, "Still the same. Fortunately, my young lady has you
by her side, Young Master, so she's much happier than before. She used to always be frowning."
Yan Yifan thought for a moment and smiled, "Perhaps I'm just too sentimental, and I can't always bring her much joy
. However, I'm thinking that once things are more stable outside the pass, I'll bring Miss Zhu over. A-Juan, will you
go with her?"
A-Juan turned and smiled, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at Yan Yifan, saying, "If that's the case, that would be wonderful. A-Juan
will definitely go with my young lady."
Yan Yifan nodded, "As the ancients said, 'Man proposes, God disposes.' Nothing is impossible for a willing heart."
"I, Yan, must keep my promise," A -
Juan said with a smile. "It's my young lady's good fortune to have met you. In this heartless and chaotic world,
true lovers are so rare. As Yu Xuanji once said, 'It's easy to find priceless treasures, but hard to find a true lover.'"
The two turned left and right and came to a beautiful secluded courtyard. A-Juan led Yan Yifan to Zhu Yao's
door said softly, "Young Master Yan, please go in. I'll go back first."
Yan Yifan calmly pushed open the door and walked in. Zhu Yao's room was very large, with a living room and
bedroom . The furniture was all expensive and elegant. The living room was spotless,
and there was a pot of freshly poured hot tea on the table. Yan Yifan went to the bedroom door, which was ajar. He pushed the door open and
a He called out softly, "Miss Zhu."
Zhu Yao wore a pink and yellow silk dress, the front of which was open,
revealing a light blue strapless top. Her slender neck and the shape of her breasts, even through the strapless top, were clearly defined, round and firm, adding a touch of strange allure. Seeing him enter, she walked
lightly forward to greet him, smiling gently, "I just changed my clothes, I was going to pick you up, but I was still
a step too late."
"I just poured a pot of hot tea, wait a moment, I'll go get you a cup,"
Zhu Yao said, heading towards the living room. Yan Yifan shook his head and smiled, "You just changed your clothes." "Don't go because it's cold,"
he said, his gaze falling on the zither beside him. He stared at it for a few moments before continuing, "I heard you play the zither earlier, and you played so
well."
Zhu Yao didn't pay attention to his words, but instead looked at him intently,
a sweet . "Is it cold outside?"
Yan Yifan smiled at her pretty face. "It's warmer than before."
Zhu Yao's voice was clear and melodious, full of charm. "No, I see your face
is "
Yan Yifan touched his cheek and asked with a smile, "Really? I think it's not from the cold, it's because of you that
my face is red."
Zhu Yao blushed instantly and said softly, "
You're so smooth-talking." Yan Yifan suddenly reached out and hugged Zhu Yao's waist, gently pulling her into his arms. He smiled slightly and said, "Listen to me first."
Zhu Yao rested her head on his shoulder and said softly, "Okay, go ahead."
Yan Yifan said, "When we get to the border..." "It's peaceful now, will you come with me to Jianzhou?"
Zhu Yao said softly, "People say, 'A woman follows her husband wherever he goes,' and although I haven't married you yet, I
've already that you are my husband, so of course I'll listen to you. But my younger brother is in the army, and the border is not peaceful,
so we must take him with us when we leave."
Yan Yifan said, "That's for sure," and hugged her tightly. "In the blink of an eye, we've known each other for half a year."
Zhu Yao closed her beautiful eyes, nestled in the warmth of his chest, and said, "Yes, it's been half a year, not too long,
not too short."
Yan Yifan smiled and said, "The border is covered in snow all year round, and it's rare to have a few good days like autumn and spring
. In a few months, let's go fly kites together."
Zhu Yao raised her pretty face, her beautiful eyes immediately brightening, and smiled softly, "That would be wonderful." As she spoke, she suddenly noticed
Yan Yifan's gaze, which seemed a little strange, and blinked shyly. "You said..." "That's settled ,"
Yan Yifan laughed heartily, "It will definitely be as you wish."
Zhu Yao's lips trembled slightly, her pretty face flushed with a delicate blush. She grabbed the mischievous hand that had slipped inside her clothes, pouting and
playfully scolding, "You bad boy!"
Yan Yifan suddenly pulled her hand to the zither beside him, placed his hand on the strings, closed his eyes in contemplation for a moment, and then plucked
a string. Zhu Yao smiled sweetly, rested her head on his shoulder, and softly asked, "Partridge Sky?"
Yan Yifan smiled and replied, "Indeed, Partridge Sky." " But you didn't play very well,"
Zhu Yao said softly. "Let me play."
Yan Yifan made way for her, and Zhu Yao went to the piano table. Her delicate hands touched the strings, and she plucked
a few notes lightly. She smiled and said, "It's been a long time since I played that piece. Please don't laugh at me, okay?"
Yan Yifan came up behind her, put his arms around her waist, and laughed, "How dare I, someone who doesn't know anything about music, laugh at an expert like you?"
Zhu Yao smiled shyly. "Then when I play, please don't..." "It's good to be mischievous,"
Zhu Yao said, plucking the strings of her zither lightly. Her red lips parted slightly, and she sang in a melodious voice, "With colorful sleeves
, I eagerly hold up the jade cup, back then I risked my flushed face in drunkenness.
The dance is low, like the moon reflected in the willow-lined pavilion; the song ends, like the wind beneath the peach blossom fan.
Since parting, I recall our meeting; how many times have my soul and dreams been with you?
Tonight, I'll light the silver lamp again, still fearing our meeting is but a dream."
Yan Yifan listened, completely captivated. After a long while, he laughed and said, "What a beautiful line, 'back then I risked my flushed face in drunkenness!'"
Zhu Yao quickly dropped her zither, her delicate body limp. She fell into the arms of the person behind her. It turned out that the person behind her
had been playing tricks all along, deliberately forcing her to speak. In a short moment, the belt around her waist was half loosened and half untied.
She was pulled aside by force, and her snow-white shoulders were exposed to the air. They were immediately covered with hot kisses and light bites. Zhu Yao bit
her red lips Yan Yifan opened his mouth and gently licked her slender neck.
She could no longer hold back and let out an extremely delicate moan.
Unexpectedly, the person behind her became increasingly inappropriate, hugging her from behind and ruthlessly undressing her.
Her was mostly exposed, her skin as dazzling as snow.
As he untied her water-colored bodice, a pair of smooth, round breasts were revealed, trembling slightly. Yan Yifan held one in each hand, their white, firm breasts feeling like solidified cream. Zhu
Yao blushed as if drunk, turning her pretty face away, gritting her teeth and saying shyly… “You’re going too far, don’t…
not here!”
Yan Yifan’s passion burned like fire, ignoring her words: he buried his face in her mouth and kissed Zhu Yao’s red lips passionately. Zhu Yao
blushed, turning her pretty face to kiss her lover passionately. For a moment, the two were lost in their passionate kiss, their clothes gradually
falling away, filling the air with a blushing atmosphere. Yan Yifan held her tightly… He thrust his hips forward, and Zhu Yao, slumped
onto the table, let out a soft "Ah!" as her body trembled uncontrollably. Yan Yifan gasped, seemingly experiencing ecstasy. After a brief
pause , he embraced her tightly and launched a fierce assault. Zhu Yao, unable to control herself, parted her red lips and uttered soft, wanton moans
. Her snow-white body lay on the table, her body drenched in
sweat
. As her lover thrust fiercely from behind, her face flushed crimson, a strand of hair
between his thrusts became increasingly fierce. Zhu Yao looked as if her soul was about to break, her red lips uttering seductive moans
that only fueled his masculine passion. They continued until they both reached their climax before finally concluding.
Yan Yifan, catching his breath, then scooped up her delicate body and carried her deeper into the pink tent. They lay down on the bed together, and Yan Yifan,
still lingering with desire, embraced Zhu Yao, saying, "Want to sleep for a while?"
Zhu Yao's pretty face flushed, and she nestled against his chest, saying, "You'll leave as soon as I wake up, so it's better not to sleep."
Yan Yifan nodded and smiled, "I'm just too busy. There's frequent military activity in Jianzhou."
Zhu Yao's slender fingers caressed his strong chest tenderly, "When there's fighting, you must
be careful and not be careless.
Take good care of yourself." Yan Yifan said, "Putting everything else aside, for your sake, I also need to take care of myself. I told the Prince
about us, and he said, 'Such a loyal and affectionate woman, it's your good fortune to have met her, especially since you've already slept together.
You mustn't let her down.'"
Zhu Yao clenched her fist, playfully scolding, "You bad boy! How could you tell others about something like that?"
Yan Yifan grasped her delicate hand and shook his head, laughing, "How can you blame me? It was the Prince who inadvertently saw
the bite mark on my neck from you, and even asked me about it with a smile. You managed to tease the girl so much that she couldn't help but bite you randomly. You're quite
something ."
Zhu Yao blushed and buried her face in his arms, saying shyly, "You're so annoying... I'm not like you, so reckless
."
Yan Yifan said, "That's all because of you." His gaze suddenly turned to the window, the sky was getting dim, and he kissed her face
reluctantly , saying, "I have to go. If I go back too late, the Prince will be angry. He's strict with his troops and
has done me a great favor."
Zhu Yao bit her red lips and forced a smile, "Then I'll see you off." Yan Yifan
got up and picked up his clothes from the ground. Zhu Yao followed and helped him fasten his belt, saying, "Don't worry about me.
I'm here with A-Juan taking care of me, everything will be fine."
Yan Yifan picked up the yellow robe and draped it over her shoulders. He said softly, "That's true, but I still want to do things normally
. I can't let you wait like this all the time, can I?"
Zhu Yao cupped his cheeks in her hands, her eyes filled with tenderness, and said, "I will wait for you here."
Yan Yifan nodded, took her hand and held it tightly in his, "I believe that one day, I will marry you with
great pomp and circumstance ."
Zhu Yao smiled sweetly and said, "You flatter me. I am not worthy of such a gift. Even if I have to
eat chaff and wild vegetables and wear simple clothes, I will be happy to follow you."
Yan Yifan hugged her and smiled, "Good girl, it's very cold outside. Listen to me, stay in the room
and don't go anywhere, and don't see me off."
Zhu Yao nodded and said, "Okay, I will drink tea and enjoy the snow under the eaves. Don't worry."
Yan Yifan said, "Then I'm leaving," and turned to leave, afraid that he would be reluctant to part with his beloved.
He left the music hall as dusk was falling, leading his horse along the main street, which was
brightly lit and bustling with activity. However, frequent warfare between nations meant that a large contingent
of arrogant government troops soon poured into the city. The imperial army, having been lax in its border defenses for years, was no match for the Jianzhou Jurchens. After the Battle of Sal Lake, the imperial army, divided into four routes of 240,000
men , was defeated by the Jianzhou army, which employed a strategy of defeating them one by one, concentrating its main
cavalry force with incredible speed and decisiveness. The Jianzhou pursued their victory, capturing over seventy cities of the Liang Dynasty in the Central Plains.
The government army was terrified and dared not engage the Jianzhou Jurchens in open battle again.
Several thousand government troops, first on horseback, carrying long spears and riding tall horses with human heads hanging from their necks, shouted:
"General, your might is divine! You led 8,000 troops in a surprise attack, lying in ambush with cannons and ballistae. When the 2,000 Jurchen
vanguard attacked, fifteen cannons fired simultaneously, killing not only the northern cavalry but also beheading 306, displaying your might to the
world!"
An old general in the central army, clad in brightly colored armor, a long sword at his waist, his face wrinkled,
his body overweight and bloated, looking like someone who had indulged in excessive drinking and womanizing, clasped his fists: "Fellow citizens of the city
, rest assured! As long as I, Liu Shou, am in this city, I will never let the Jurchens act arrogantly over us."
The government troops were lax in discipline, and their acts of burning, killing, and looting were no less than those of the foreign tribes; it was just that... The garrisoned
city remained law-abiding. After the large group of soldiers passed by, the common people pointed at the retreating soldiers and cursed, "
That beast Liu Shou! He's gone outside the city again, killing innocent civilians to report his victory to the court!"
Half a month passed in a flash. Murong Ji, who was forty years old and possessed a
refined and scholarly , sat in a stone pavilion, dressed in a blue robe, and said calmly, "What wind has blown the Fourth Prince here today?"
Opposite him sat a young man in purple robes and a crown, as beautiful as jade, with a noble and elegant air, though
his eyes always revealed a hint of wickedness. He poured himself a cup of tea, his slender fingers playing with the cup as he chuckled, "
Naturally, it's a wind..." "It's a good wind, Third Brother. I'm young and ignorant, please forgive me for any mistakes I've made in the past.
"
Murong Ji laughed upon hearing this, "Fourth Brother, you're a wise man. Among the princes, I have the least power. You've come to the wrong place seeking my support
this time "
Murong Chong drank his tea in one gulp, shook his head, and smiled, "Good tea, good tea."
Murong Ji smiled calmly, "Of course it's good tea. If you like it, I'll have the servants
bring some."
Murong Chong put down his teacup, his smile innocent, "Brother, you're so good at dealing with people. You always
give others the best things, but after a while, it really makes me feel comfortable." "Are you convinced?"
Murong Ji smiled and said, "What's wrong?"
Murong Chong cut to the chase, slapping his thigh, "For example, all three princes command tens of thousands of troops, so why did
Father only give you seven thousand weak soldiers?"
Murong Ji nodded, a smile appearing on his lips, "Well said, very well said."
Murong Chong pressed on, "Brother, don't you resent Father's favoritism? He
gives our eldest brother, Murong Qing. Murong Qing is just the son of a maid, why does he occupy the position of Crown Prince
? Don't you think so?"
Murong Ji took the teapot, poured himself a full cup of tea, took a sip with refined manners, and slowly asked:
"Then who do you think is most suitable to inherit the throne, little brother?"
Murong Chong gazed into his eyes and slowly said, "To be honest, I am a man of no strategy and
can't lead troops into battle. Second brother is a fool who only knows how to play with women, and eldest brother is a blockhead except when it comes to fighting. Right now, only
you, third brother, are left. You are the best candidate to inherit the throne after Father's death."
Murong Ji remained calm and said, "What makes you say that? Hehe, fourth brother, I know that your military power
is second only to eldest brother. Perhaps you are worried that when the princes decide the outcome by force, you will not be able to defeat eldest brother, so you want to join forces
with me to overthrow eldest brother?"
Murong Chong sneered upon hearing this and smashed the stone table in front of him to pieces with a single blow: "Third brother... " "Brother, please don't
doubt my intentions. I'm doing all this for you. Others may not know, but I know very well. You
are superior to others in both literary and martial arts, you just keep it hidden. I am inferior to you in martial arts, and to
you How could I dare to have any improper thoughts?" Murong Ji calmly drank his tea without saying a word, his whole being unfathomable. Murong Chong clenched his fist, stood up
menacingly , and pressed himself in front of Murong Ji, saying in a deep voice, "Third brother, please speak." Murong Ji remained silent, calmly drinking his tea, his expression unchanging even if Mount Tai collapsed on top of him. A sinister look appeared in Murong Chong's eyes, his palm concealing internal force, and he calmly pressed down on Murong Ji's shoulder, thinking: "You old devil, I don't believe you have no martial arts skills at all. I'll take this opportunity to test you."

Murong Chong stared intently at Murong Ji, knowing that if he dodged, it meant he had something to hide! Unexpectedly, someone entered the garden
and declared sharply, "Your Highness, please don't go too far!"
Murong Chong ignored him, his palm strike undiminished, deliberately and slowly approaching Murong Ji's shoulder. Just as he was about to succeed,
the man shouted, "Your Highness, please forgive me!" and drew his bow, firing an
arrow straight at Murong Chong's head. Murong Chong pulled back his sleeves, his body moving like a roc, and abruptly retreated three steps. The arrow struck a pillar with a resounding boom, the arrowhead piercing the beam
, the fletching trembling on the beam with a startling sound. Murong Chong clenched his fists, glaring angrily at the man. It was
none other than Yan Yifan, the adopted son of the Third Prince, Murong Ji.
Yan Yifan tossed aside his bow and arrows, walked behind Murong Ji, and stood still. His expression was solemn as he looked at Murong Chong and said, "Fourth Prince,
please forgive me." Murong Chong, seeing the man's refined features and handsome appearance, suddenly suppressed his anger and laughed, "It's alright . That arrow you just shot was truly remarkable. Who is your teacher?" Yan Yifan clasped his hands in a fist salute and laughed heartily, "My skills are rudimentary, nothing to boast about." Murong Chong laughed loudly, "Incredible! Incredible! Third Brother's mansion is truly full of hidden talents!" "Such amazing archery skills, yet it's just a mediocre skill. Brother, you've truly broadened your horizons." Murong Ji held a teacup in his hand, placed his palm on Yan Yifan's shoulder, and laughed, "My adopted son is exceptionally talented and has a knack for martial arts. I love him dearly and treat him like my own son. Even my good-for-nothing daughter is fond of him. I've already decided that he will be my son-in-law in the future, making our family even closer." Upon hearing this, Yan Yifan's expression changed drastically, but he couldn't refute Murong Chong in front of him, so he suppressed his anger and lowered his head, remaining silent. Murong Chong laughed wildly, "Haha, very interesting! This trip was truly worthwhile! Third Brother, I've recently acquired a new batch of beauties at my residence. Each one is as beautiful as a flower, with superb dancing skills. In bed, they are even more wonderful, making me forget all about home. Third Brother , please come visit my residence sometime! " Murong Ji laughed, "I appreciate your kind offer, but I haven't been close to women for many years, so I 'm afraid ." Murong Ji laughed heartily, "You're mistaken. Third Brother, you're well-read. Haven't you heard the ancient saying, 'When life good, enjoy it to the fullest'? And there's the story of the last emperor of the Han Dynasty, 'In the land of gentle pleasures, I forget all about home,' which shows just how it is!" Murong Ji shook his head and sighed, "It's a pity that you've led the sage's words to matters of the bedchamber. Alas , alas..." Murong Chong laughed wildly several times and strode away. After he was far away... Murong Ji turned around, his gaze falling on Yan Yifan. He said, "You have other women outside, and knows it too. You've been by your godfather's side for three years now. Three years is enough time for many things to happen, many unexpected changes. Jing'er is devoted to you, and your godfather knows this perfectly well. Besides, it's common for a man to have three wives and four concubines. As for that woman, don't let her down. Once the important matters are settled, marry her in a grand and glorious way. As for Jing'er, making her a concubine might be a bit beneath her status as a princess, but in this world , the husband is the most important. Since she married you, she has no choice in whether to be your wife or concubine. " Yan Yifan was silent for a long time, then felt troubled. "Godfather, I've always treated Jing'er like my own sister. Besides, my status is lowly. Being adopted by you is already a great favor. How could I dare to ask to marry Jing'er?" Murong Ji chuckled. "Are you...?" "She has no desire for men or women at all? Kid, you're really useless. Such a beautiful woman is standing in front of you, and you don't even react. It's really hard on you." Yan Yifan was extremely embarrassed and smiled helplessly, "I only treat Jing'er as my sister. I love her even more than my own sister. I've never had any impure thoughts. I think girls change a lot as they grow up. When Jing'er gets older, maybe she won't like me anymore." Murong Ji laughed and walked into the depths of the garden with his hands behind his back. He didn't turn his head and said, "That makes sense. But if you marry Jing'er and leave her to live alone like a widow, I won't let you off the hook." It was a woman's jade hand as white as spring onions. Her slender fingers lightly tapped a plum blossom. She had delicate eyebrows and snow-white skin. Her appearance was stunning. In the night, she was dressed in a beautiful yellow dress. Her slender figure stood in the courtyard. Her beautiful eyes quietly admired the snowflakes falling. The snow was white and the green parrot under the eaves was chattering. Everything was so peaceful and beautiful. Amidst the swirling snowflakes, she appeared so ethereal and otherworldly. A maid behind her draped a cloak over her shoulders, her expression regretful as she softly said, "Miss, General Liu from the Liu family is here again. Would you like to go and see him?" She chuckled lightly, a hint of helplessness appearing on her exquisite face. "Hiding isn't a solution; I'd better go and see." Entering the room, she found it filled with the aroma of incense, pink gauze curtains swaying gently, and the sounds of string and wind instruments filling the air. Behind the curtain sat a richly dressed elderly man, around seventy years old, with graying temples and a plump figure. A gentle smile always played softly, "Miss Zhu, in this brothel, a hundred flowers bloom, but I alone admire your plum blossom, your subtle fragrance in the cold." Zhu Yao smiled faintly and said softly, "I am honored by your kindness, sir, but my daughter has fallen into poverty..." "I am but a fallen flower, a withered willow , I dare not presume to approach you," General Liu chuckled, "that would be too formal. 'Miss Zhu, please play a tune for this old man.'" Zhu Yao smiled faintly and softly called out, "A-Juan, bring me my pipa." A maidservant beside her brought the pipa and handed it to her, saying, "Miss, the snow outside is so heavy, how about I go and bring a basin of charcoal to cool you down?" General Liu laughed heartily upon hearing this, "A-Juan is quite right, then go and get it." Zhu Yao gently raised her pretty face, picked up the pipa, and began to play softly. Outside the window, the snow fell heavily, making the night so bright and clear. Hearing the beautiful woman singing softly, accompanied by the melodious rise and fall of the pipa, her voice was sweet, yet faintly revealed a hint of loneliness. Sometimes it was like falling water, sometimes like pearls and jade, the tone clear and gentle as if one were in a fairyland. What a beautiful tune, Snowy Night. General Liu listened, completely captivated, his eyes fixed on the stunningly beautiful woman opposite him. He was pretending to listen to the music, but his true intention was to admire the beauty. Before the piece was even finished, the wealthy man, hands clasped behind his back, walked step by step until he was right in front of Zhu Yao. A sharp sound, like a startled bird, rang out, and the music abruptly stopped. Zhu Yao's delicate brows furrowed slightly, revealing her fragility. Clutching her pipa, she took a few steps back , her face showing a hint of weakness and panic as she said, "General Liu, please have some self-respect! If you come any closer, I... I ... I'll have to call for help!" General Liu, his brocade robe billowing, spread his arms like an eagle to block her path, and smiled slightly, saying, "Miss Zhu Yao, you know I fell in love with you at first sight. Tonight, you have no choice but to comply; I've decided to have you."

Zhu Yao's pretty face turned pale. Clutching her pipa tightly, she cried out in panic, "A-Juan, A-Juan!"
General Liu laughed heartily, making a move as if to pounce on her, and sneered, "Miss Zhu, I only call
you Miss Zhu because I think highly of you. Even if others don't remind you, don't forget your place. You're just
a courtesan in a brothel. It's your good fortune to have caught my eye. I'm a general guarding the border. Who dares disobey
me You can shout until you're hoarse and no one will listen to you."
Zhu Yao's face paled, tears streaming down her cheeks. She knelt down with a thud, pleading, "General Liu, if
you force me any further, I'll have no choice but to die!" As she spoke, she pulled out the hair from her head... "The hairpin pressed against her snow-white neck."
General Liu looked at her with a cold smile: "You're going to die. As for your younger brother, I'll take good care of him."
Zhu Yao's face turned pale upon hearing this, tears streaming down her face. She looked quite pitiful, as if she had gone mad. With a thud, the golden hairpin
fell to the ground, and her red lips murmured, "Yan Lang... Yan Lang."
General Liu laughed heartily, triumphant and arrogant, and was about to pounce on her with a lecherous grin when a deafening roar shook his ears
, making everyone's heart tremble. There were shouts of battle outside the city, cannon fire, and many
cannonballs falling into the city, setting off raging fires. Flames soared into the sky, and the shouts of battle rang out. In a short while, cries of agony filled the air:
"The Jianzhou army is coming! The Jianzhou army is coming! Everyone, run for your lives!"
General Liu was pale and his legs were weak with fear. Although he was a fool, he knew that the Jianzhou chieftain always
sent spies into the enemy city when he attacked. During the siege, the spies would shout wildly to incite the enemy, kill government troops, and open the city gates.
The Jianzhou army used this tactic to attack cities, and it had never failed them.
General Liu thought about escaping and turned around to kick open the door. The floors inside were already in chaos. People were running for their lives, and
the screams of women rose and fell. Zhu Yao was holding her pipa, trembling. She had just escaped one disaster, and now another was coming!
Downstairs was already in complete chaos. A-Juan, carrying her bundle, rushed into the room. She had been taken in by Zhu Yao
since childhood, and even in the face of this calamity, she hadn't forgotten Zhu Yao. As soon as she entered, she burst into tears. It turned out that Zhu Yao was attempting suicide,
having found a dagger somewhere and pressed it against her chest. A-Juan cried out and collapsed to the ground, crawling over to her, saying, "
Miss , why are you doing this?"
Zhu Yao, tears streaming down her face, said, "Beautiful women have always
had tragic fates. I've heard that the Jianzhou army is bloodthirsty, and every time they conquer a city..." "Slaughtering the people, humiliating women, I'd rather die than suffer such humiliation!"
A-Juan crawled over, hugging Zhu Yao and crying, "But Miss, why don't you think about
what will happen to the young master if you leave?"
Zhu Yao cried, "It's all fate, let it be."
A-Juan cried, "Miss, I'll take you to find the young master right now. The master has been wronged
, Miss, you mustn't give up on yourself, you must clear his name!"
Zhu Yao wiped away her tears, stunned, and said, "Yes, I can't be like this." Forcing herself to cheer, she helped
A-Juan up, saying, "Let's go find my brother quickly."
The two women ran towards the backyard amidst the chaos. Many people were already in disarray, some fleeing for their lives, others
taking advantage of the chaos to loot Several servants, seeing Zhu Yao and her brother, harbored evil intentions and tried to pounce. A-Juan quickly picked up a
wooden stick, clutching it to her chest, and screamed, "Anyone who dares to come near, I'll fight them to the death!"
The Jianzhou army outside the city was attacking fiercely. In a short while, several more shells landed in the courtyard, shattering
the houses and killing several unfortunate people instantly. The rest were terrified and cried in fear
. A-Juan tightly hugged the wooden stick, protecting Zhu Yao. Just then, a boy in plain clothes, carrying an iron gun and
dressed in military uniform, about fifteen or sixteen years old, shouted loudly, "Sister, sister, where are you!"
Zhu Yao was overjoyed and said happily, "Brother, come quickly, come quickly," with tears of joy in her eyes.
The young man, named Zhu Linsheng, was a handsome and talented man, a true dragon among men. Upon
seeing Zhu Yao, he rushed over, grabbed her hand, and said, "Sister, let's go quickly! The Jianzhou barbarians are attacking the city
fiercely. Let's escape for our lives!"
Zhu Yao nodded twice. Zhu Linsheng usually stayed in the military camp and knew the location of the post station. He thought that since everyone was panicking and fleeing,
there must be horses at the post station. When he arrived, there were still dozens of fine horses in the stable. Now that he had found Zhu Yao, the three of them, master and servant,
ran to the stable together.
Zhu Yao couldn't ride a horse, but A Juan had learned. Zhu Lin and Zhu Yao rode together. Zhu Lin put his arm around Zhu Yao's
waist and held her tightly in his arms, saying, "Sister, don't be afraid."
Zhu Yao was about to resist when he pulled her into his arms, but upon hearing his words, she realized that her brother was concerned about her. She bit
her red lips and stopped talking. When Zhu Lin's arms were around her waist, he felt that he was holding a warm and soft body. His hands touched
her delicate body and the silk dress felt incredibly smooth. Their position was ambiguous. Zhu Lin's cheek rubbed against Zhu Yao's smooth neck and smelled
the fragrance of her hair. He couldn't help but feel a little distracted. He quickly banished his random thoughts and focused on holding the reins tightly. In the past
few years, he had learned some martial arts from some veterans and was now strong. He shouted "Gang!" and the horse neighed and galloped off. A Juan rode closely behind on
her horse .
Shells rained down from the city walls. The three riders had barely reached the main street when they found it in complete chaos. Screams filled the
air mingled with the cries of women. Houses were ablaze, and the sounds of people screaming and pleas mingled with the devastation.
Jianzhou cavalry charged into the city, killing indiscriminately, brandishing their swords and shouting, "Barbarians!
Barbarians !"
The main streets were a scene of utter chaos, a cacophony of fleeing and killing. The Jianzhou cavalry galloped wildly, when
suddenly a long neighing of a horse rang out from somewhere. A rider emerged from the darkness, swift
as a shooting star, leaping over obstacles and arriving in the blink of an eye. With its forelegs outstretched, it seemed uncontrollably poised to trample the heads of the crowd. In that
instant, the rider's snow-white dress fluttered like celestial feathers, a breathtakingly beautiful sight, like an ethereal fairy.
With a startled cry, the woman gripped the reins tightly, and the horse leaped over the heads of the crowd, landing with a thud
. The horse reared up, its hooves neighing. The woman on horseback, dressed in snow-white, was ethereal in the moonlight, radiating
a soft glow. She seemed otherworldly, and in an instant, she rode away, vanishing without a trace, like
a dream …
The city's defenders and civilians were terrified. The defenders abandoned their weapons and fled in panic. Countless Jianzhou cavalry surged forward,
shouting battle cries. Where the army passed, corpses piled up, and blood flowed like rivers. Zhu Lin glanced coldly at the scene, urging his horse
to gallop . "When I arrived, the spies had already infiltrated the city gates and set them on fire. Sure enough, in no time, the gates
were breached by the spies."
Zhu Yao, her face deathly pale, cried out, "Brother, where have we run to?"
Zhu Lin said, "Naturally, we'll escape the city and head towards the interior."
Zhu Yao hesitated for a moment, then frowned and said, "Going towards the interior is certainly safe, but you and I are still criminals
exiled thousands of miles away. Once we're inside, we must hide our identities. Also, once things settle down,
I can't stay with you; I have to go find someone."
Zhu Lin smiled, "In such chaotic times, the emperor won't be busy looking after us."
Suddenly, A-Juan behind them screamed, "Young master, Jianzhou soldiers are chasing us!"
Zhu Lin turned around and saw a small troop of cavalry shouting and chasing after them. He remained calm, urging his horse to
gallop faster without uttering a word.
After riding for another ten miles or so, outside the small town, the pursuers were getting closer and closer, only a few hundred paces away. Zhu
Yao cried out in alarm, already hearing the pursuers cursing and demanding that the three of them stop their horses!
The three refused to stop and urged their horses onward. A-Juan's horse galloped ahead, unwilling to abandon Zhu Yao,
and she slowed her horse. After another seven or eight li, their horses gradually gave out, and the distance between them grew shorter.
The Jianzhou horses, a fine breed, were excellent runners. Dozens of pursuers closed in, laughing wildly, singing and shouting
, brandishing their sabers, and cursing. Some even drew their bows and fired arrows at the three. The situation became extremely dangerous. As the saying goes,
when misfortune strikes, even drinking cold water can be a problem. Zhu Lin's horse was hit by an arrow, neighed
, stumbled, and fell to the ground. Zhu Lin and Zhu Yao fell to the ground as well. A-Juan couldn't reach them in time. Zhu Lin
shouted... He said, "A-Juan, you run first, don't worry about us."
A-Juan left crying, and dozens of pursuers shouted loudly as they caught up.
Dozens . The pursuers were all dressed in white armor, their armor gleaming, their swords flashing, and their iron bows on their backs. They all looked at
the stunning beauty Zhu Yao beside Zhu Lin and laughed loudly, almost unable to resist pouncing on her. Zhu Lin shouted, his manhood like a wounded beast, his madness
bursting forth. He drew his iron spear from his back, gripped it tightly, and thrust it forward. The spear was like a silver dragon, and with a soft
thud, it pierced through the chest of a Northern cavalryman. Zhu Lin bit his lip and cried out. With superhuman strength, he used the spear tip to lift
the still screaming Northern cavalryman, who fell to the ground with a thud.
The snow was cold, but not as cold as the chilling light in the young man's eyes. The Jianzhou cavalry, seeing him
in that all the armies of the other cities were cowardly and weak, except for the Jianzhou cavalry. They
never expected this young man to kill one so suddenly. Before they could react, Zhu Lin's iron spear swept away two more, killing two more Northern cavalrymen!
The remaining dozens of Northern cavalrymen finally reacted, their ferocity unleashed. Wielding sabers and spears, they swarmed
forward Zhu Lin fiercely protected Zhu Yao, charging left and right, killing five more Northern cavalrymen. Blood was already flowing from his body.
Suddenly, a blade slashed his back. Zhu Yao saw it and screamed. Before she could react, someone laughed loudly:
"My beauty, come here and I'll save you!" He grabbed Zhu Yao and lifted her onto his horse, laughing loudly.
Zhu Yao struggled desperately on his horse. Zhu Lin was surrounded and, like a wounded beast, roared. He turned and thrust his spear into
the neck of the attacker. He swung his spear back and swept it across the ground. The Jianzhou cavalry, also known as the Northern Cavalry, were fierce and unparalleled, and had roamed beyond the Great Wall. They had never suffered
such a loss. They spurred their horses to their feet and raised their hooves to attack Zhu Lin. Zhu Lin swung his fist and punched the horse in the neck
. He was born with superhuman strength. The punch made the horse scream in agony, its bones broken and tendons snapped, and it died on the spot. The rider on the horse had
his leg broken by the dead horse's corpse. He was in excruciating pain and screamed incessantly.
The remaining twenty-odd northern cavalrymen, seeing that they were not going to gain any advantage, were about to retreat when, in the snowy night, they heard horns
sounding in unison in the distance, their wailing echoing for miles. War drums pounded wildly to cheer on the northern cavalrymen, and the earth trembled. A
mile away, yellow flags fluttered, and a dark mass of Jianzhou cavalrymen swept in. At a rough glance, there were more than five hundred of them.
The situation changed drastically. The Northern Knights who had captured Zhu Yao saw the Yellow Dragon Banner in the distance and were overjoyed. It
was the Khan's banner. They thought that if they presented the beautiful woman they had captured to the Khan, they would surely receive a great reward. Just as they were feeling happy,
a sudden pain shot through their waist. Looking down, they saw Zhu Yao holding a dagger and had plunged it into their heart. The man screamed and
fell to the ground. Zhu Yao, who had just killed someone, was pale with fright. But the situation was urgent. She gripped the reins tightly and cried out,
"Brother, come quickly!"
Zhu Lin shouted and mustered his strength. He thrust his spear and killed several men in quick succession. He turned around, jumped onto Zhu Yao's horse, and galloped away. The remaining
seven or eight Northern Knights were pale-faced. They thought that if dozens of men couldn't even take down one person in front of the Khan, how could they possibly
survive?
He immediately spurred his horse and galloped off. It was said that the Jianzhou Khan had personally led his guards to cheer on his men, but he had not expected his men to be so
disgraced . He immediately mustered his troops
and charged forward. The Jianzhou Khan's guards were extremely elite. Although they were few in number, they were a battle-hardened army. Even the horses they rode were top-quality steeds. When they charged,
they were like a whirlwind, sweeping over the enemy. In no time, they had caught up with them. Someone shouted sharply, "Barbarians, stop! If you don't stop, we'll fire arrows!" In the second act, "Trapped Dragon in the Wild, Finding a Way Out of a Desperate Situation
," Zhu Lin knew the words were true and had no choice but to stop his horse. Behind him, the northern cavalry swept in, forming a battle array.
The Northern Emperor, surrounded like a star, wore a yellow robe with dragon patterns, his eyes like cold lightning, a jade bow in his hand, his face as
domineering as a dragon and tiger, his voice like a jackal's, calmly saying, "The battle is not over yet. How
can flee for his life?"
Zhu Lin, panting heavily, gripped his iron spear tightly and said, "Your Majesty is right, but..." "Even if one person attacks another
and wins, it's still an unfair victory, isn't it?"
Murong Chi chuckled and said, "Since I raised my army, I have always won with fewer troops. The world is vast, but
brave men are few, and how many dare to defy heaven and earth? Now I have raised heavenly troops to conquer the world, and every city I have encountered has been conquered without
exception. Many have surrendered without hesitation. I see that you, young man, have quite a bit of courage, and I feel a pang of
pity for your talent. If you kneel down and surrender, I will bestow upon you great favors." " You'll enjoy high office and great wealth, conquering all directions for me, your name will be etched
in history, isn't that enough? "
Zhu Lin's eyes flashed with a strange
light , his fist
clenched, his expression changing rapidly. Zhu Yao, behind him, couldn't see his expression, and quickly said, "Brother, no! My brother and I can die, but how can we become traitors?" Murong Chi heard this, hummed, and pondered for a moment. His gaze fell on Zhu Yao behind Zhu Lin. Although the vast snow
was dazzling, it paled in comparison to this woman. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, her skin as
white as ice, pure and flawless. However, the snow and ice lacked the radiance of her skin. Her eyebrows and eyes were so
beautiful, like a fairy descended from heaven. No, even a fairy from heaven would probably be far inferior to her
captivating beauty. She was the most perfect masterpiece of heaven. In the snow and ice, her figure was originally delicate and graceful, but
at this moment , in the face of life and death, this woman's eyes showed no fear, her slender waist was straight, and her beauty seemed to have transcended all else.
No language, no words could describe it. Even the old man in the yellow robe, who was used to seeing stunning beauties, was moved and couldn't take his eyes off her
for a long time .
Zhu Lin, observing the situation, laughed and said, "Bring it on!"
Murong Chi swallowed hard and smiled, "Why bother? I cherish talent, and I cherish
heroes . If you surrender, I not only guarantee you the title of Protector General, but I will also make your sister
Empress, the sole ruler of the six palaces, and the mother of the nation."
Zhu Yao chuckled and retorted, "Even if I die, I will not be your Empress."
She used a chuckle to refute Murong Chi's threat, making her appear fearless in the face of national righteousness.
Upon hearing this, Murong Chi's face changed drastically, turning ashen, and he said, "No one dares to oppose my words."
Zhu Lin said, "So what if they do oppose?"
Murong Chi's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said coldly like a jackal, "Die!"
Zhu Yao said, "I know that the Jianzhou cavalry is unparalleled in the world. Although the Northern Kingdom is a newly established nation, it is ambitious and
intends to conquer the world. " "My daughter and my younger brother are people of Liang, born to be Liang, and will die to be Liang ghosts."
Murong Chi's eyes suddenly showed a hint of admiration. He said, "What a fine woman, fearless in the face of danger. Since you
are unwilling to submit to me, I have no choice but to reluctantly part with you." He had already regarded Zhu Yao as his own, and this "reluctant parting
" had a strong sense of "burning the boats."
Zhu Lin held an iron spear and laughed, "Please."
Murong Chi said to the seven defeated northern soldiers, "I hope you will return in triumph."
The seven northern soldiers jumped off their horses and kowtowed with gratitude. Each of them took out a spiked club and held it in their hands. The seven
men spread out in a fan shape and approached Zhu Lin. Zhu Lin had lost too much blood and was already struggling to hold on. He jumped off his horse,
took the iron spear, and twirled it, saying, "Come!"
Under the Khan's gaze, the seven northern soldiers were like chickens injected with chicken blood. The war drums beat wildly, and their hearts were filled with excitement. The
fierce began!
The people of the North are strong and robust, and they especially favor using spiked clubs in battle. A spiked club weighs at least sixty pounds;
a single blow to the head is enough to kill.
The Northern Emperor, Murong Chi, though over sixty, remains as ambitious as ever, and this time he personally leads his troops into battle. He
has dedicated his life to fighting, until death!
Seven Northern soldiers, working in perfect coordination, each wielding a spiked club
, pressed
forward. Zhu Lin, relying on his long, slender iron spear, struck first, killing one soldier instantly. The other six soldiers then surrounded him, their spiked clubs raining down. Zhu Lin raised his spear to parry, but the force of each blow was terrifying;
it ripped coughed up blood. The six soldiers coordinated perfectly, and two of them kicked him, sending Zhu Lin staggering back
several steps, his face pale.
Murong Chi laughed heartily, his eyes cold and menacing, glancing frequently at Zhu Yao.
Zhu Yao was worried and thought to herself that if her brother couldn't hold on, it wouldn't be bad if they, siblings, died together.
Zhu Lin, like a wounded beast, mustered his spirits and retreated, creating distance. The six northern soldiers had to get close to
fight him, but once the distance was created, none of them wanted to go forward. If they did, one of them would be
killed . The six looked at each other, none of them willing to be the one to die by the spear.
Murong Chi saw this and hated it. He picked up his iron bow and shot one of the northern soldiers on the spot, shouting sternly:
"If you hesitate any longer, this will be your fate!"
The five northern soldiers were so frightened that their legs went weak. Taking a step forward meant death, and taking a step back meant death. Caught in a dilemma, fear overwhelmed their minds
, and they knelt on the ground, pretending to be stupid, begging the Khan for mercy.
Zhu Lin, being clever, saw this scene and deliberately laughed loudly, "The Northern Iron Cavalry, nothing special."
Zhu Yao smiled happily, her beauty beyond compare, and said with delight, "Brother, well done!"
Murong Chi's face turned ashen. He drew his precious sword, jumped off his horse, and personally wielded the blade, beheading the five Northern soldiers one by one:
"I have killed those who fear death; the rest are all brave and fearless!"
Behind him, five hundred iron cavalry shouted "Long live the Emperor!" loudly, creating a magnificent spectacle.
These five hundred iron cavalry, if they hadn't shouted, would have caused a great deal of trouble. Suddenly, the sound of iron hooves
thundered in the snowy night, and in the blink of an eye, black banners were arrogantly lit in the darkness, bearing the single word:
Yuan!
Murong Chi's face darkened, his fists clenched tightly, and even his five hundred guards became uneasy.
The Northern Kingdom possessed an elite cavalry force of over 100,000 proud and fierce soldiers, seemingly unstoppable in sieges and field charges
. However, this was only true when they encountered the Yuan family. The Northern cavalry primarily used light cavalry, while the Yuan family's forces were heavily armored.
In open field battles, aside from the Northern cavalry's superior mobility, they never gained
the upper hand .
Murong Chi's face was ashen. Yuan Zhengnan's troops were like a nail in his throat, firmly blocking
his path to attack Liang Kingdom—a truly unfortunate encounter.
Zhu Lin turned around and saw banners emblazoned with leopard patterns fluttering wildly behind him.
A mass of heavy cavalry, clad in black iron armor and wielding long spears, were advancing step by step towards the Northern cavalry!
The two armies finally clashed. Murong Chi laughed heartily, "It's been a long time since I've seen Lord Yuan. Why
don't you come out and see me, my brother?"
Zhu Yao quickly helped Zhu Lin to the Yuan family's camp. Someone was already there to meet them. A-Juan, with tears in her eyes, whispered,
"The princess has made all the arrangements. Let's hurry up and go."
In the third act, a white-clad fairy spread her phoenix wings and swished
. The sound of armor clanking echoed as the Yuan family's Leopard Army parted. A
vermilion The curtain was lifted, and out stepped an incomparably beautiful young woman. She seemed like
an ethereal fairy who had strayed into the mortal world. Her entire being was pure, refined, and extremely noble and beautiful.
The moment she appeared, everyone present was stunned by the girl's beauty. The previously noisy and chaotic scene fell into
an eerie silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Murong Chi, a notorious womanizer, was already itching to possess Zhu Yao, but now, seeing this
girl with her exquisite features, and even more captivating, her face, though veiled in a pale yellow gauze, undeniably
revealed allure. A cold wind swept by, causing her hair to flutter against her chest, and her alluring body exuded a subtle fragrance.
Everyone was intoxicated, breathing deeply the girl's scent that filled the air, afraid of missing anything.
Since the girl could mobilize the Dingzhou army to intercept Murong Chi, her status must be noble. Murong Chi carefully observed
her; in his eyes, she was tall and slender, her long, beautiful legs outlined in her flowing gauze dress. Her pure and immaculate figure gracefully
approached, her entire demeanor rather cold, and her delicate hand held a blue sword upside down.
Murong Chi stared at her for a long time, then let out a strange "Eh," seemingly unable to guess the woman's background.
Her voice was soft, yet easily heard, and in the icy landscape,
it was as intoxicating as a spring breeze: "Your Majesty, you have reached Dingzhou."
Murong Chi paused, glancing at the longsword in her hand, and smiled slightly: "I meant no harm, merely
pursuing the remaining enemy forces."
The young woman remained composed, her tone calm: "In that case, Your Majesty may continue the pursuit
."
Despite her words, the large army behind her remained motionless. The two sides, nearly dozens of meters apart, stood
on guard . How could Murong Chi possibly send troops in front of so many outsiders? The soldiers went after Zhu Yao and Zhu Lin, these two
mere people. Thinking of this, Murong Chi chuckled dryly, "Your Highness is joking."
The white-clad girl's tone changed, and her eyes gained a touch of girlish charm as she asked, "Does Your Majesty
already know my identity?"
Murong Chi laughed heartily, "Of course I know. You are Princess Zhao Qingqing of Liang."
She nodded and said calmly, "That's right, I am Zhao Qingqing."
Murong Chi said, "Alas, I never imagined that a princess of Liang would need to borrow troops from another country to resist my
Northern army."
Zhao Qingqing raised her cheek and asked in return, "Your Majesty does not know..." "So, Dingzhou has already surrendered to my Great Liang Kingdom. From now
on Dingzhou is a vassal state of Great Liang Kingdom."
These words struck Murong Chi, his eyes bloodshot. "What? Dingzhou is under your Liang Kingdom's control?"
Zhao Qingqing, her hands behind her back, said, "That's right. Otherwise, why would Your Majesty allow me to mobilize
the troops of Dingzhou?"
Murong Chi clenched his fists, glaring at her angrily. "I don't believe it! Dingzhou has 40,000 heavy cavalry, 100,000 infantry,
over two million people, and a territory of over 600 li. Why would it surrender to your weak and incompetent Liang Kingdom for no reason? Is my
Northern Kingdom inferior to Liang Kingdom?"
Zhao Qingqing said: "Your Majesty, why resort to sophistry? Even if the Liang army is incompetent,
didn't surrender to my daughter's Liang?"
Murong Chi's beard danced wildly with rage. He considered himself a dragon among men, never failing to obtain what he desired.
He had long coveted Dingzhou, but now it had fallen to the weak and incompetent Liang. How could he not be furious? He wanted to
immediately launch an attack on Dingzhou, but his Northern Iron Cavalry seemed unlikely to gain any advantage. Thinking this, he could only
coldly shout, "Withdraw!"
Just as he uttered the order to withdraw, Zhao Qingqing raised her jade-like hand, her entire demeanor as cold as ice, and coldly said:
"Now that Your Majesty has come to Dingzhou, do you intend to return unscathed?"
Murong Chi sensed something was wrong and instinctively blurted out, "What does this mean?"
His reply was met with a swarm of arrows raining down like locusts. The front ranks of the Yuan family's iron cavalry knelt, followed by
rows of archers. Before the arrows even hit the ground, Murong Chi, seeing the blue-glowing arrowheads, cried out, "Yes,
magic-enhanced Thunder Arrows! Retreat!" A deafening roar
erupted as flames roared and flesh exploded. The Northern Iron Cavalry were thrown into chaos, trampling each other. Thunder Arrows flew wildly, exploding upon
impact, creating a scene of carnage. The flames from the explosions lingered, burning the Northern Iron Cavalry and causing them to scream
in agony , as if they were in hell.
Murong Chi fought desperately to break through the encirclement, with only a hundred or so cavalrymen risking their lives to protect him as he escaped. However,
they had only run a few steps when the cavalrymen in front of them suddenly fell into a pit. From the ground, many men in black emerged, wielding
curved weapons. They climbed onto the horses and slit throats, slaughtering the Northern Iron Cavalry. The cavalrymen were terrified and their souls were scattered. In an instant
, the sounds of battle filled the air. It turned out that Zhao Qingqing had taken advantage of their conversation to secretly ambush him. Murong Chi had never been defeated in his life of battle,
but tonight he suffered such a miserable defeat!
Seeing that there was nowhere to escape, Murong Chi was about to resign himself to his fate when a man's shout came from the sky: "Don't hurt
my father!"
A huge ship appeared at high speed in the air. The ship had five decks and was full of armored soldiers holding long spears
. The bow of the ship was painted in the shape of a dragon, and the hull was covered with cannon holes. The dark muzzles of the cannons were quite frightening.
Holding her sword, Zhao Qingqing frowned as she glanced at the giant ship floating in the sky. It resembled a savage beast, its
delicate brows furrowing deeper as it murmured, "An ancient divine warship?"
The appearance of this giant ship had astonished many, as no one had ever seen one before. They had only heard that in ancient times,
people were skilled in various mechanical arts and mystical techniques, capable of bringing inanimate objects to life to replace humans in labor
and warfare. Furthermore, there were countless profound and mysterious arts that could grant immortality and place one among the immortals. As a princess, Zhao Qingqing, having lived
in the inner palace, had naturally seen many ancient texts unseen by ordinary people. Upon seeing the ship's shape, she immediately recognized it
as an ancient mechanical weapon—the divine warship.
The colossal warship, seemingly alive, floated in the sky, each level adorned with luminous pearls, exuding
extreme luxury. Its cannons were already aimed at the Dingzhou army below. A voice on board shouted, "Heaven bless the Northern Kingdom!
The Northern Kingdom has mastered mechanical arts. Your Highness is learned and knowledgeable; you must already know the origin of this warship. Continuing the fight
will benefit no one. Why not cease hostilities and reconcile?"
Zhao Qingqing, hands behind her back, looked up at the sky and said, "While mechanical arts are unparalleled in their dominance,
how can they compare to the longsword in my hand?" As she spoke, she slowly drew her long sword with her jade-like hand. The sword light immediately poured down, a silver light
suddenly emanating from the scabbard, dazzling and devastating, even dimming the bright moon in the sky.
Without any visible movement, the woman, her dress fluttering, wielding her long sword like a fairy on water, gracefully ascended into
the sky . All the onlookers saw was a blur, rushing away from the giant ship. In the blink of an eye, the girl had already lightly stepped onto the bow of the ship, her long hair
flowing, a yellow veil covering her face adding to her mysterious and unknown beauty. Her white dress, whiter than snow, danced in the wind, her temperament quite
aloof exquisitely beautiful. For a moment, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
The people on the boat shouted, "Your Highness is right. Although it's unclear who wins in mechanical arts versus mystical arts, even if
Your Highness holds the identity of the Jade Snow Fairy of Yin Yang Valley, can't you consider the well-being of Yin Yang Valley and the millions of people of Liang Kingdom
?"
The Jade Snow Fairy's words struck everyone like a thunderbolt
.
It was said that the Jade Snow Fairy, the most beautiful woman in the world, had a mysterious origin, and very few people had ever seen her. Each successor of Yin Yang Valley was a beauty that could topple empires, hence the title of the most beautiful woman. Legend has it that the current successor, the Jade Snow Fairy, slays demons and saves people from suffering. She is
always dressed in white and her face is often veiled, making her appearance a mystery. However, since each successor of Yin Yang Valley has held the title of the most beautiful woman in the world for
hundreds of years, it has become a tradition. Although few people have seen the current Jade Snow Fairy, her reputation
is so great that everyone knows her.
Zhao Qingqing's delicate brows furrowed, seemingly angered by having her identity exposed. She gripped her longsword tightly and asked, "
Who are you?"
"Should I call you Your Highness, or Fairy?" the man asked. As he spoke, the boat door opened, and
a young man in purple robes stepped out. His hair was tied with a jade crown, and he possessed a handsome and refined appearance, though a hint of wickedness always lingered in
his eyes .
"It's you," Zhao Qingqing said, her brows relaxing, her tone remaining calm.
The man smiled casually. "Of course it's me. I was truly lucky to escape from your sword last time."
Zhao Qingqing remained silent, slowly turning around. Her exquisite figure was more captivating than ice and snow, her waist-length hair flowing gently in the wind
, and a captivating fragrance emanated from her.
The man inhaled the fragrance carried by the wind with an unrestrained expression, saying with a look of intoxication, "Why must you
fight, ? I have a century-old vintage wine here. Would you do me the honor?"
Zhao Qingqing didn't turn her head and coldly replied, "Keep it for yourself."
The man laughed, "Don't be so heartless. Although I am a bit bad, my heart
is Heaven and earth can bear witness. But last time we met, you ruthlessly tried to kill me. Alas, he
put his hand to his chest and sighed, 'It's truly heartbreaking.'"
Zhao Qingqing seemed to be admiring the snow. Large snowflakes fell around her and onto her shoulders, but the wind blew them away
without leaving a trace. Her skin was snow-white, and she was dressed in a pure white dress.
The man muttered to himself for a while, then suddenly heard Zhao Qingqing say, "Is there any point in talking about this?"
The man smiled and said, "Alright, let's not talk about that. But I beg you, fairy, to spare my father. I will be eternally grateful."
Zhao Qingqing turned her face and looked at him seriously, her eyes cold and clear.
She said in a light voice, "If I'm not mistaken, you are the Fourth Prince of the Northern Kingdom, Murong Chong, right? Not bad, not bad.
" As she spoke, she seemed to smile. She actually managed to sneak into Lingxiao Mountain.
Murong Chong chuckled and said, "Look, although I can't see your smile,..." But I know it must be beautiful.
Zhao Qingqing sheathed her longsword, put her hands behind her back, and said, "Good and evil cannot coexist. If Your Highness truly
loves Qingqing as you say, then you should not wage war to wreak havoc on the world."
A glint flashed in Murong Chong's eyes, and then he smiled and said, "Of course."
Zhao Qingqing turned and looked at him seriously, then turned and jumped off the boat. Murong Chong stared at her back, his
eyes burning with passion, and said softly, "The army has retreated from Dingzhou. The next protagonist should be me!"
Last year I met you but did not recognize you, missing that fine day.
Red branches tied up beyond the Great Wall, heavy snow falling and the weather cold.
Seven years of travel have brought me here, mountains gone and waters flowing, who can I blame?
Standing on the snow-capped peaks, I survey the nine provinces, black hair fluttering in white robes.
Once there was a Gusha, now there is a jade beauty, pure white in snow, even more heartbreaking.
I am beyond the Great Wall, longing for my hometown, thinking of the autumn wind that does not understand!

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