[The Record of Smoke and Clouds] [Chapter 44] [Author: Feng Shang 7] [The End]

Chapter Forty-Four: A Beauty's Jade Body Smooth as Spring Water

Zhao Qingqing's gaze fell upon General Balu, and she said softly, "Old man, you don't need to be so polite. I think General Balu treats the people like family, quite like a great general." Wu De frowned and cursed inwardly. Country bumpkins love to hang out with other country bumpkins. Just as he was cursing, Zhao Qingqing, with her hands behind her back, smiled softly, "Lord Wu, do you seem a little tired?" Wu De quickly shook his head, straightening his back and puffing out his chest, "This old minister is fine, but Your Highness, you are of noble birth, please take care of your health." Zhao Qingqing found a stone bench, sat down gracefully, and touched her legs with her jade-like hands, saying, "I've heard that bandits are rampant, have you heard of them, old man?" Upon hearing her mention bandits, the village elder immediately became interested, and began to smoke... A few puffs of his pipe, billowing smoke, he said, "This old man has spent most of his life in this poor mountain village. Speaking of bandits, I've certainly seen them. They're all ruthless and merciless, killing without blinking an eye." Zhao Qingqing raised her pretty face, her beautiful eyes sparkling with laughter. Pointing her jade-like hand to the endless mountains, she said, "The bandits hide deep in the forests, rarely seen. The counties near Dingzhou suffer greatly from them. Repeatedly sending troops to suppress them has had little effect. This time, I've left the city specifically to deal with these bandits and outlaws." The village elder blinked his old eyes and coughed, "Well… as for matters of swords and spears, this old man… can't be of much help…" Zhao Qingqing played with her hair, her jade-like hand gently stroking her chest, and said softly with a smile, "Old man, don't overthink it. I've asked everything I needed to ask. It's getting late, so I'll head back now." As they left the village and walked along the mountain path, Zhao Qingqing remained quiet and preoccupied. Wu De cleared his throat and coughed, saying, "It's fortunate that this old minister and General Balu are here. Your Highness, if there's anything troubling you, you can speak with this old minister." Zhao Qingqing walked slowly with her hands behind her back, saying, "I'm reminded that the Northern army is advancing day and night to attack Chahar. Could it be that the fate of my Liang Kingdom is truly sealed?" Upon hearing this, Wu De was overjoyed and quickly approached, saying, "Your Highness is quite right. Dingzhou has 160,000 troops; why should we remain subjects of Liang?" Zhao Qingqing turned and glared at him, her tone cold, "Lord Wu, do you know that Dingzhou is sandwiched between Liang and the Northern Kingdom? If it were to declare independence, wouldn't it be attacked from both sides? I don't have such lofty ambitions. After all, I am but a woman, occupying a single state..." "A place to settle down is enough to satisfy me," Wu De smacked his lips, too frightened to speak. When Zhao Qingqing returned to the camp, the campfire was brightly lit. A-Juan was standing at the crossroads waiting for her return. Upon seeing her, she hurriedly ran over and said with a smile, "Princess, you're finally back!" Zhao Qingqing said softly, "I asked a lot and saw a lot. If you're interested, you might as well come with me to see the various counties of Dingzhou in the future." A-Juan took her hand and asked, "Aren't you going back to the city?"

Zhao Qingqing smiled and said, "It depends. I can't say for sure right now." A-Juan smiled and helped her into the tent. Zhao Qingqing sat alone on the bed, her hand resting on her skirt, seemingly lost in thought. A-Juan stood by the bed, lighting a candle for her. Zhao Qingqing turned her head to watch her movements, her expression becoming somewhat dazed.

A-Juan held the candlelight in her hands and said softly with a smile, "Princess, is something on your mind?" Zhao Qingqing shook her head and smiled, "It's nothing serious. Go and call Wu De over. You and I will go back to the city together later." A-Juan was a smart girl and didn't ask any more questions. She turned around and went out to call Wu De over. When Wu De arrived, Zhao Qingqing was sitting cross-legged on the bed with her eyes closed, her face covered by a light veil. The candlelight made her white dress look even whiter than snow, and her dress shone with a crystal-clear white luster. She looked like a fairy, sacred and solemn, not to be violated.

Wu De peeked into the tent and saw that it was just her and Zhao Qingqing. His courage grew, and he knelt down with a thud, calling out, "Mother!" Zhao Qingqing, who had been resting with her eyes closed, couldn't help but chuckle when she heard him call her "Mother." "It was just a joke," she said, "why did you take it so seriously?" Wu De, his fat body crawling on the ground, reached the foot of the bed and fawned, "Mother, you are so beautiful, like a fairy descended from heaven! For this mortal servant to call you 'Mother' is an incredible stroke of luck!" Zhao Qingqing opened her beautiful eyes, her gaze falling on his face, her eyes filled with girlish charm. "I've always been strict with myself and don't like joking," she said. "I never expected that a joke would result in me having a son like this." Wu De's fat face pressed against her... With a beaming smile, Wu De said, "Being able to be your son is a blessing I earned in my past life. Mother, do you not like your son?" Zhao Qingqing sat up gracefully, picked up the teapot beside her, poured a cup of tea, and said calmly, "You don't need to call me 'Mother' anymore. Having someone your age call me 'Mother' would shorten my lifespan..." Wu De eagerly got up from the ground to serve her, intoxicated by her fragrance, and said with a fawning smile, "This old servant is of lowly status. I cannot be your son, but I am willing to be your servant." She lightly picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and said lightly, "How did you do with the task I assigned you?" Wu De immediately knelt on the ground, fawningly saying, "Your Majesty..." "How could this old servant dare to disobey His Majesty's orders?" He continued, "I went to great lengths to obtain intelligence on Murong Ji's navy from the Northern Kingdom." As he spoke, his old face unconsciously drifted towards Zhao Qingqing's breasts. Her slender figure and graceful posture, combined with her sitting on the bed, made it impossible for Wu De, kneeling on the ground,

not to look up and speak, but to see her alluring breasts first. Their pure beauty was undeniably seductive; how could Wu De resist? His mouth went dry, and he couldn't help but drool, forgetting to speak, his eyes fixed on her breasts… Zhao Qingqing, completely oblivious to Wu De's strange behavior, elegantly set down her teacup and said lightly, "Why not…" "Did you say that?" Wu De coughed, his eyes gleaming with lust as he stared at her breasts, his mouth practically watering. Zhao Qingqing, however, remained composed, her delicate hand lightly brushing her hair around her neck. "Have you seen enough?" Wu De nodded instinctively, then quickly realized what she meant and hurriedly denied, "No...no, no, this old servant didn't." Zhao Qingqing's clear eyes fell on Wu De's face, her veil concealing an alluring expression. Her snow-white hand gently caressed her white robe, then rested on her breasts. Her voice was soft as she said, "Would you like me to take off my clothes and show you?" Wu De was initially overjoyed, but instinctively felt a chill run down his spine. He turned pale with fright and said, "..."

"This old servant... dares not,"

Zhao Qingqing's gaze suddenly turned cold, her tone icy as she said, "I know you wouldn't dare either." Wu De broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly said, "Murong Ji's navy of 60,000 is divided into three battalions, each with 20,000 men, totaling 200 warships, each equipped with 30 cannons, and 2,000 muskets. Three powerful warships are also assisting in the air..." Zhao Qingqing rested her chin on her hand, her tone languid as she said, "I understand..." Wu De trembled on the ground, not daring to breathe, fearing Zhao... Qingqing, turning her back on him, shamelessly probed, "Your Majesty, shall this old servant take his leave?" Zhao Qingqing replied without hesitation, "You may leave."

Seeing that she seemed sleepy, Wu De volunteered, "This old servant will serve you until you rest..." He took a gamble, betting that Zhao Qingqing wouldn't kill him. Cold sweat beaded on Wu De's neck, yet he was filled with the pleasure of defiling a fairy. When his large hands trembled as he reached into her skirt and grasped one of her jade feet, the touch was as smooth as silk, and the fairy's white gauze dress inevitably fell onto the back of his hands.

Wu De, utterly captivated by the pleasure, knelt like a dog at the foot of the bed, his hands cupping a pair of flawless, smooth, white feet, his eyes blazing with lust. Zhao Qingqing frowned in displeasure, coldly saying, "You lowly servant, how dare you! I don't need your service, get out!" With that, she raised her leg and kicked Wu De's face. Wu De was hit squarely, but fortunately, Zhao Qingqing hadn't used much force. Taking advantage of the moment, Wu De deliberately stumbled backward, falling flat on his face, looking quite comical. Zhao Qingqing, with her girlish heart, couldn't help but chuckle, sweetly asking, "You're not hurt, are you?" Wu De got up from the ground, chuckling, "This old servant has served several masters, but you are the most admirable. I'd go through fire and water for you, let alone a fall!" Zhao Qingqing, pure and beautiful beyond compare, rarely heard such words from others. Her tone softened slightly as she said:

"Since you like calling me Empress so much, then go ahead and call me that. From now on, you'll be my most loyal servant, understand?" Wu De secretly rejoiced that his trip hadn't been in vain, beaming from ear to ear as he said, "This old servant takes his leave, this old servant takes his leave," and left, still overjoyed... As soon as Wu De left, A-Juan walked into the tent and said with a smile, "Princess, the carriage is ready. Shall we leave now?" Zhao Qingqing replied without hesitation, "Now." When the two women came out of the tent together, Zhao Qingqing seemed preoccupied, and didn't seem to be in a good mood the whole way in the carriage. As she spoke, A-Juan, though puzzled, hesitated to ask Zhao Qingqing directly. Just then, Zhao Qingqing brought a quilt and covered both of them, saying, "It's late and cold, don't get cold. I'm going to sleep now." A-Juan, being skillful, could tell Zhao Qingqing was indeed tired. She reached out and covered her with the quilt. The two women were quite warm under one quilt, and Zhao Qingqing soon fell into a deep sleep, looking like a sleeping fairy. A-Juan also felt sleepy and soon drifted off to sleep herself.

Meanwhile, in the north, a massive army of over ten thousand men marched towards Chahar in Mongolia. Along the way, the army passed through sparsely populated areas; even those who were there fled at the first sign of trouble. Murong Chi lay in his yurt, eyes closed, seemingly half-asleep. The moon tonight was unusually round, a roundness that evoked a strange feeling, a feeling that seemed familiar, as if it had been a long time since he had consciously appreciated the moon.

The army camped on a vast grassland. When Fan Wenxuan followed the guards into Murong Chi's tent, Murong Chi was still awake. His voice booming, he said, "I have some worries tonight, and I can't sleep. So I summoned you, sir, to discuss them." Fan Wenxuan bowed deeply and said, "Your Majesty is deeply concerned for the country and its people, and is overworked. Please take care of yourself." Murong Chi shook his head and laughed, "Ah… I'm not so delicate. I think time flies, and I should cherish it. I wonder where the third and fourth princes are now." Fan Wenxuan clasped his hands earnestly and said, "The two princes are currently advancing relentlessly towards the Chahar royal camp. They should have crossed the Xiaowu River by now." Murong Chi slapped the bed and said, "Good! They truly are the people I value most." Fan Wenxuan was… Accustomed to keeping a low profile, he frowned and said, "But Chahar has 30,000 fierce cavalry, which is a problem. Liang has also funded them with more than a dozen cannons." Murong Chi was in high spirits and didn't care at all, saying, "Sir, you are overthinking it. It is true that Chahar has 30,000 cavalry, but do they have as many soldiers as the Northern Kingdom? Do they have as many cannons as the Northern Kingdom? In this battle, there is no doubt that the Northern Kingdom will win. After I win, I should plan the matter of Dingzhou. Dealing with Dingzhou must be done step by step, like cutting down a big tree to remove its pillars, and peeling away its skin and bones from all sides. In this way, the great cause can be accomplished!" Seeing Murong Chi's high spirits, how could Fan Wenxuan dare to say anything unpleasant? Besides, he had prepared a gift to present to Murong Chi. This gift could be said to be something he had carefully prepared and thought of to please Murong Chi. Now was the perfect time to present this treasure.

After much deliberation, Fan Wenxuan approached Murong Chi with a smile and said, "Your Majesty, I have a treasure that I wonder if I should present to you?" Murong Chi knew that Fan Wenxuan was a strategist who knew how to please people, and the treasure he was so painstakingly preparing to offer must be something extraordinary. He readily agreed, "Sir, there's no need to keep me in suspense. Just present whatever treasure you have." Fan Wenxuan said yes, and clapped his hands twice. A eunuch walked in from outside the tent, carrying a long, narrow box in both hands. Murong Chi thought it was a sword and was somewhat disappointed. He said, "I've fought wars my whole life, what kind of sword haven't I seen?" Fan Wenxuan secretly thought that serving a ruler was like walking on thin ice, that he could turn on you in an instant. He thought this in his heart but dared not say it out loud. He smiled and said, "Your Majesty, please be patient. The treasure will not disappoint you. I guarantee it with my head!" Murong Chi was half-believing and half-doubting. He took the long box and opened it. Inside was a painting. He then showed a serious expression. He carefully took out the painting and held it in his hands. As soon as he opened it, his eyes widened. He stared at the painting so intently that his mouth went dry. He stared at it without blinking.

On the pristine white paper, a beautiful woman was drawn with remarkable realism. Her face was like that of a fairy from the ancient land of Mount Gusha, exquisitely beautiful and otherworldly, with a cool and aloof air. Her tall, slender body was glistening with moisture, as if she had just emerged from a bath. Her alluring figure was clad only in a gossamer-thin gauze dress, her two firm breasts half-concealed and half-revealed within. Her two long, beautiful legs were as pure and flawless as jade pillars, making one's imagination run wild. How enchanting it would be to have those beautiful legs wrapped around one's waist! Especially with the scattered piles of snow-white dresses around her, it felt as if one were actually there.

Fan Wenxuan, observing the situation, smiled slightly and said, "This was purchased by Your Majesty at great expense from Dingzhou. I wonder if Your Majesty likes it?" Murong Chi took a deep breath and laughed, "Well, you, Fan Wenxuan, trying to please me with this thing! But I've seen the beauty in this painting before. Tell me, who is she?" Fan Wenxuan coughed and said, "Now that Your Majesty has the painting, whoever Your Majesty says she is, that's who she is." Murong Chi opened his mouth to say the beauty's name but suddenly stopped, chuckled, and said, "Never mind..." "If I can't have the real person, looking at the painting is quite nice too. She truly is a beauty that could topple cities and kingdoms; such a beauty is hard to find again!" Fan Wenxuan flattered him, "Your Majesty, you don't need to be sad. Perhaps you can have the real person too?" Murong Chi shook his head and laughed, "Alright, alright, matters of state come first. Mr. Fan has gone to great lengths for my sake. I wonder what kind of reward you would like?" Fan Wenxuan frowned, shrewdly kneeling on the ground, and said, "I am fulfilling my duties in this position; how dare I speak of rewards?" Murong Chi... After a moment of contemplation, leaning on the couch, he said, "Sir, you flatter me. I know you are quite fond of women, but your standards are too high. Ordinary women cannot catch your eye. Tell me, which woman do you like, and I will bestow her upon you!" Fan Wenxuan clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and smiled, "Liu Yanxue." Murong Chi was taken aback upon hearing this, then laughed heartily, "So it's Liu Yanxue. However, I heard that Liu Yanxue is currently with Yan'er. Could it be that you have ulterior motives and have taken a fancy to Yan'er?" Fan Wenxuan quickly shook his head, "Your subject would not dare." "How could I, a subject, presume to be worthy of Miss Qin? As for Liu Yanxue, her true identity is indeed questioned. After all, how could the dignified Mistress of Yaochi Palace stoop to the level of a man's plaything?" Murong Chi pondered for a moment and said, "There aren't many truly beautiful women in the world today. Zhao Qingqing is the Fairy of Yin-Yang Valley, and everyone acknowledges her as the most beautiful woman. Other stunning beauties, such as Yan'er, Fang Bing, and Zhu Yao, closely follow. These are the four most beautiful women of our time. The identities of the Mistresses of Yaochi Palace are shrouded in mystery; few people have seen them. However, I advise you, regardless of whether it's true or false..." "Don't even think about Liu Yanxue, she's no simple woman." Fan Wenxuan listened attentively, not daring to think too much about it, and quickly changed the subject, saying, "Fang Bing is a witch, Zhao Qingqing is stubborn and won't listen to reason, and Miss Qin's temper is similar to Zhao Qingqing's. Only Zhu Yao is gentle and kind. As for the two palace masters of Yaochi, that's hard to say. Has His Majesty forgotten Princess Xuanxuan?" Murong Chi rubbed his forehead, his old face showing a hint of recollection, and said, "I really couldn't remember if you hadn't mentioned it, Xuanxuan..." "It's been several years since I last saw her; she was already a beauty back then," Fan Wenxuan said. "The most alluring things are power and beauty. Your Majesty has spent your life conquering, wouldn't it be a pity if you didn't taste a few beauties?" Murong Chi immediately felt a little itchy and asked, "Then, sir, which beauty do you think I should taste?" Fan Wenxuan smiled shrewdly and said, "In my humble opinion, Princess Xuanxuan is easy to win over, and the same goes for this beauty, Fang Bing. If Your Majesty were to bring these two beauties to your bed, it would be like a perfect blend of ice and fire, truly intoxicating!" Murong Chi... Chi was itching to speak, but being a shrewd and ambitious man, he quickly realized what was going on. He slapped Fan Wenxuan on the shoulder and said, "Sir, Xuanxuan and Fang Bing are both on the same side as the Fourth Prince. It seems you've gone to great lengths to help the Third Prince eliminate his rivals!" Fan Wenxuan hurriedly replied, "Your Majesty has wronged me. Zhu Yao and Zhao Qingqing are both from Liang. As the saying goes, distant water cannot quench immediate thirst!" Murong Chi withdrew his hand, pondered for a moment, and chuckled, "Very well! I will follow your advice, sir." "Let's try these two women!" Fan Wenxuan was overjoyed, but he suppressed his excitement and said, "Your Majesty, I congratulate you in advance on tasting these stunning beauties." Murong Chi raised his hand to stroke the white hair on his shoulder, his old face beaming with joy as he laughed heartily, "I have had a very fruitful night... Your Excellency's..." Before he could finish speaking, an urgent report came from outside the tent. Murong Chi and Fan Wenxuan both trembled and looked towards the tent entrance. They saw a man carrying a black flag rush into the tent and kneel down with a thud. Murong Chi said urgently:

"Did the third and fourth princes run into the main force of the Chahar army? What happened? Tell me quickly!" The scout gasped for breath, "A secret report from the Liang capital states that Yang Wenchang, the Minister of War, and General Shao Renfeng joined forces in Luoyang three days ago and launched a full-scale surprise attack on the various rebel armies that night. The two sides fought fiercely all night, with the rebel army exchanging artillery fire and cavalry and infantry taking turns charging. The artillery fire was deafening that night. After the fierce battle, the rebel army collapsed completely, and the various camps are breaking out in all directions!" Murong Chi shouted decisively, "Good! Well done! The fiercer the better! I told the fourth prince a while ago that I would support those peasant armies of Liang. Heh heh, they didn't know what was good for them. Now, with Shao Renfeng's antics, they're really in trouble!" "Honest now, ha!" Fan Wenxuan took the urgent report from the scout and read it aloud: "This battle report is from three days ago, so it's not firsthand information now that it's been sent to the border. The report says that the leader of the rebel alliance, Fan Tong, personally led 100,000 cavalry and infantry as the central force to break through to Zezhou. Kui Tianxing Zhang Jingzhong's 50,000 troops formed the left flank to break through to Liaoxian. Shui Zhongjiao Li Jiancheng's 100,000 cavalry and infantry, due to the absence of their commander, were led by strategist Xiao Chenggui as the right flank to break through to Tengzhou. Shi Shaxing Wang Rucai disobeyed Fan Tong's orders and led his 100,000 infantry to break through to Daizhou. Huo Li Kui Yuan Jiye led his 30,000 cavalry and infantry to capture the important town of Qingyang, taking in 70,000 defeated rebel soldiers from various routes and claiming to have an army of 200,000 to occupy the area." "Ten prefectures of Qingyang!" Fan Wenxuan read this with some confusion, frowning as he asked, "Didn't the battle report say that Yang Wenchang and Shao Renfeng launched a surprise attack three days ago, causing the entire rebel army to collapse? Logically, this should be a victory report, but how come these peasant armies haven't suffered much loss?" Murong Chi smiled coldly, smugly saying, "Fan Tong claimed to have 100,000 men breaking out of Zezhou. As the saying goes, the bigger the tree, the more the wind blows. Shao Renfeng and Yang Wenchang definitely pursued relentlessly, picking off Fan Tong all the way. I estimate that after three days of fighting, Fan Tong's troops should be grateful if they have 40,000 left. Zhang Jingzhong and Li Jiancheng's troops, on the other hand, must have lost tens of thousands in one battle. Shao Renfeng is a notorious troublemaker." "..." Fan Wenxuan pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "This Shao Renfeng is a brilliant strategist, it's a pity he's not useful to my Northern Kingdom." Murong Chi shook his head and sighed, "Indeed, if I had a talent like Shao Renfeng, with inside and outside cooperation, what great things could we not accomplish?" As he spoke, he suddenly felt dizzy, the world spinning, and he almost fainted. Fan Wenxuan hurriedly stepped forward and grasped his hand, saying, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what's wrong?" Murong Chi was stunned for a moment, then slowly withdrew his hand, saying, "I'm fine. It's late, sir, you should go back." Fan Wenxuan didn't dare linger any longer and had to hurriedly take his leave, leaving Murong Chi alone staring at the tent ceiling, seemingly a hero in his twilight years. (

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