【The Legend of Fairy Mingxue】(Revised Edition 1-56)

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Author: Princess
. Prologue
: "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
so beautiful that one dared not look directly at her. The scarred man dared not look at her body, but his manhood quickly
hardened, painfully hard—a primal desire, a desire instantly aroused by the beautiful woman before him.
What's even more captivating is that the beautiful woman is only wearing a thin, sheer undergarment. Her breasts are full and smooth as
snow and ice, her fair skin so delicate it seems like it could be broken with a touch. Her slender hands seem to both resist and welcome her full breasts, yet they cannot conceal the exposed
smooth, white skin. Her long, slender legs are flawless and snow-white, and in the night, everything about her tells of
the intoxicating smoothness of her skin.
The man had just killed her newlywed husband; the sword was still dripping blood—her husband's blood. But the man's
lust had consumed him, and he had lost his reason. With a wild roar, he pounced on her. 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 filled with a drunken allure, her beauty indescribable
. She smiled seductively, "That's right. As long as you don't kill me, in return, I will
give you the greatest happiness in the world..."
(The first act, "Plum Blossoms Secretly Pass Under the Bright Moon ")
Majestic mountains rise abruptly from the ground, and the Great Wall stretches endlessly, blocking the advance of the northern cavalry.
The borderlands are often shrouded in snow—heavy snowflakes and biting, icy winds that sting the face.
A wide 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!"
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. Hearing the question, he replied calmly, "You
smile naturally when it's time to smile."
The girl beside him 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 Liang people live 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 and counted 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 put it to his lips to play a tune.
Mulejing listened, completely captivated. She gripped the reins tightly and said, "What a beautiful melody, but it shouldn't be played so sadly
."
Yan Yifan put away his bamboo flute, carefully placing it in his bosom. Gazing at the boundless snow-covered border before him, he threw his head back and
laughed loudly several times, reciting: "Drunk, 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 review of troops 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..." Mulejing stared
intently 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?" 　　Mulejing leaned closer to his face, her face filled with anticipation for their future life, " 　　Will we get married someday?" 　　Without hesitation, Yan Yifan replied, "Let's talk about that when you're older." 　　He had already seen the cities of the Central Plains; it tasted like home. 　　Caravans streamed in and out of the city gates, and numerous vendors hawked their wares, creating a lively atmosphere. 　　This wasn't the first time Mu Lejing had been to such a place. The two dismounted and led their horses straight to the most bustling area in the east of the city. The 　　east was filled with entertainment venues and brothels. Mu Lejing knew that Yan Yifan enjoyed listening to music, and over time she had also developed a fondness for it 　　, often secretly following Yan Yifan 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 Han 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 a plan 　　, promising to use magic to summon Lady Li's spirit through a shadow puppet. Emperor Wu, seeing this clearly in the darkness, witnessed 　　a stunningly beautiful woman appear behind the puppet, vaguely resembling Lady Li. However, unable to see her through the puppet, 　　Emperor Wu was overcome with grief and, with tears streaming down his face, recited 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 was finished, the crowd cheered loudly. Mule listened quietly to the clouds. Li Wuli pouted and said, "Ugh 　　... what are all those poems!" 　　At this moment, a young woman in a tight-fitting white dress stepped out from the crowd. She took out a few copper coins and dropped them into 　　the storyteller's gong, murmuring to herself, "Although Emperor Wu of Han was lustful, he was particularly fond of Lady Li 　　. But when Emperor Wu was young, he kept her in a golden house, then Empress Wei Zifu was the sole favorite in the six palaces, then Lady Wang, and then 　　Lady Li. It seems that what most men are attracted to is a woman's physical beauty and gentle body." 　　Her voice was clear and melodious. Everyone turned around and saw a stunningly beautiful young woman 　　leading a horse, standing quietly by the roadside. Her jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders like silk, her face was 　　as bright and beautiful as snow, with bright eyes, white teeth, a delicate nose, and red lips—so beautiful that one dared not look directly at her. 　　Yan Yifan felt an instant connection with her at first sight, 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 and her gaze fell on Yan Yifan. She shook her head and said, "You could say that, and you could say that."
Yan Yifan pulled Mu Lejing over.
"What's your name, girl?" "Just call me Qin Yan." She smiled sweetly, a smile that made the sunlight pale in comparison.
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 the restaurant next door. "Want to have a cup of tea?"
Yan Yifan said, "That's exactly what I was thinking. Please, Miss Qin."
Qin Yan turned and walked towards the restaurant. Every gesture she made exuded an extremely noble air. Mu Lejing,
clinging to Yan Yifan's arm and pouting, said, "That Qin Yan's clothes are so beautiful! And
the fabric of her clothes looks so smooth, it sparkles in the sunlight! And what
's with that beautiful fiery red phoenix embroidered on her left chest? No way, I have to make a set of clothes exactly like hers when I get back."
Yan Yifan chuckled softly and reached out to flick her nose, saying, "Little girl, you're always trying to outdo others in beauty."
Mu Lejing tilted her head and said, "Is that Qin Yan some kind of fairy descended from the Heavenly Mountain?" "She's so beautiful,
she doesn't even look human. She's either a goddess or a vixen who seduces men..."
Yan Yifan gripped her hand tightly and said, "Alright, stop fooling around."
He then pulled her hand and they went upstairs together. Qin Yan was alone. A lavish spread of food and wine lay on the table in front of her,
but she seemed oblivious. Her stunning figure sat 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 and said, "Miss Qin."
Qin Yan turned around, placing her hands on her dress and saying calmly, "To be honest, you two, I just saw..." " Someone
wants to harm you, that's why they invited you for tea."
Mu Lejing laughed generously, "We know, it's a spy under my fourth uncle, who likes to
monitor me all day long."
Qin Yan stretched out a fair hand to pick up the teapot, and with the other hand, she gracefully poured
a cup of tea, saying, "It seems I've gone to unnecessary trouble."
Yan Yifan said, "Miss, you've meant well, how can it be unnecessary? But, looking out the window, how
many kind-hearted people in this chaotic world will be rewarded?"
Qin Yan took a sip of tea and said lightly, "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 Le Jing suddenly clapped her hands and exclaimed, "What a beautiful woman! But I don't understand what that means
, ugh..."
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 two strangers
."
Mu Le Jing exclaimed, "Hey, how can you be so rude? We invited you to drink, and you not only refuse but
also speak ill of us! You've gone too far!"
Yan Yifan grabbed Mu Le Jing and pressed her into a seat, laughing, "This is the way things are in the North; even I'm a
bit used to it." " I'm used to it. The people of the Central Plains 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 come 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 the Northern Kingdom, and further still, Mongolia
. It's so chaotic!"
Qin Yan took a sip of tea, her posture elegant, and said, "Since you, young lady..." " If you insist on asking, I'll tell you without hesitation. Since
the defeat of the Liyue Dynasty in the Demon Realm, the Demon Realm and the Human Realm have had no contact for hundreds of years. Have you heard of this?"
Yan Yifan raised his teacup and gestured for Qin Yan to join him. "The Demon Realm has nine heavens, and its secrets are countless.
The Demon Sea is also constantly battered by storms and waves, swallowing ships. As a result, the Demon Realm and the Human Realm have lived in peace. Now that
wars are frequent in the Human Realm, the Demon Realm must have long harbored ambitions of invasion."
Qin Yan smiled beautifully and said, "Even the mighty Dragon Palace obeys the Nine Heavens. Dragons are divine beasts with spiritual powers,
and in the eyes of the mortals, they are even gods. However, in the eyes of the Nine Heavens, they are nothing more than servants."
Yan Yifan said, "In that case, how many heavens are there in the Nine Heavens?" "A secret known to others?"
Mu Lejing blinked and said, "Demons??"
Qin Yan said, "The Tower of Babel in the Demon Realm is said to be the key to calming the storms of the Demon Sea. The Holy Maiden of the Demon Realm lives
in the Tower of Babel year-round, never leaving it. Whether it's to quell the seal or for some other purpose,
no one knows."
Mu Lejing pouted and muttered, "You say the Nine Heavens are so powerful, but why haven't I heard of them? It
must be just a boast, that's why I don't know."
Yan Yifan poured her a cup of tea and smiled, "That was hundreds of years ago. Few people
remember it now, let alone mention those demons, right?"
Qin Yan nodded and said, "Exactly."
Yan Yi Fan said, "Could it be that Miss Qin has a deep connection with the demon realm?"
Qin Yan looked up at the scenery outside the window and murmured to herself, "To be honest, brother, the Dragon Palace and I have quite a connection.
My father and mother once crossed the Demon Sea and entered the demon realm."
Yan Yi Fan smiled and said, "The Dragon Palace is the god of the sea. 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 Yi Fan 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 Le Jing pulled Yan Yi Fan to sit down and said, "She can go her way. Let's
eat ours."
Yan Yi Fan ate with Mu Le Jing, feeling rather bored, before pulling her downstairs to pay the bill. However, unexpectedly, the food and drinks...
Qin Yan had already paid the bill when she left. Mu Lejing, craning her neck, said casually, "So, Miss Qin, your seemingly delicate appearance
is actually quite generous! You even paid for our food and drinks."
Yan Yifan said irritably, "Come on, let's go listen to some music."
Mu Lejing clapped her hands excitedly and said, "I'd love to listen to music, but our horses are tied up by the roadside. It would
n't be good if someone stole them."
Yan Yifan said, "Don't worry about it in broad daylight, let's go."
He then took her hand and led her to the most famous music hall. This was a music hall opened by the imperial court, usually only entertaining
high-ranking officials, nobles, and important figures like frontier generals. The two of them were regulars here. Mu Lejing craned her neck and smiled:
"Miss Zhu Yao's zither playing is beautiful, her pipa playing is beautiful, and especially her flute playing is so enchanting.
Hearing the most heartfelt parts always brings tears to my eyes..."
Yan Yifan sighed slowly, "Perhaps this is the place people least want to face."
The second floor was already packed with guests, all there for Zhu Yao, whose beauty and talent were unparalleled, renowned throughout the region.
She was usually treated like a precious gem by the music hall, rarely seen by the public.
The crowd had been waiting for a long time, and gradually some began to grow impatient, loudly calling out Zhu Yao's name.
Mu Lejing, her face stern, complained, "With such little patience, how dare you come here?"
Yan Yifan turned his head slightly, poured himself a cup of tea, and slowly sipped it.
A short while later, the gauze curtains upstairs parted, and a stunningly beautiful
woman emerged, carrying a zither. Mu Lejing, seeing Zhu Yao, giggled, "Miss Zhu, I've been waiting for you for so long!"
Zhu Yao wore a graceful light green dress, which made her even more beautiful and charming. Her voice was clear and melodious:
"One of the strings on my zither broke just now, so 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, I want to hear..."
…
Zhu Yao's gaze fell on Mu Lejing, and she smiled gently at her. She knelt on the red cloth,
placed the zither on the table, and glanced intentionally or unintentionally at Yan Yifan. She then addressed the crowd in a clear voice, saying, "Some of you here are
soldiers guarding the frontier, and others are merchants traveling from place to place. I will
play a 'Leaving the Frontier' song, accompanied by the zither." With that, her slender white fingers lightly pressed the strings, producing a crisp, clear sound that invigorated everyone
.
Zhu Yao tilted her head to the side and played the strings earnestly. The music was sometimes as loud as a thousand horses charging, sometimes as
piercing as the wind and snow on the frontier, and sometimes as beautiful as a landscape painting, a scene of lush green mountains and clear waters. The strings
produced countless gentle sounds, sometimes as clear as flowing water, and sometimes as tender and poignant as a gentle stream, captivating the listeners.
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 play this piece for you with all my heart." 　　With that, she hugged her zither and turned away with gentle, graceful movements. Retreating behind the gauze curtain, Mulejing, eyes closed 　　, seemed lost in the music, giggling, "Brother Yan." 　　Yan Yifan, unusually gentle, smiled at her, "Jing'er, look. Your father has sent someone to fetch you. 　　Brother Atai, come quickly." 　　Mulejing gritted her teeth, glaring at Atai, and said coquettishly, "You've grown quite the character, haven't you?" 　　Atai feigned trembling, "I wouldn't dare..." 　　Mulejing struggled to suppress the anger in her chest, "Then... then why did you come to find me?" 　　Atai, with a mournful face, said, "His Highness ordered me to obey. He also said that if Miss doesn't return, he 　　will punish Brother Yan!" 　　Mulejing, her pretty face fierce, kicked him hard, "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 part with 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 and strode up the corridor. A pretty maid was already waiting there, smiling as she saw him approach: 　　"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 lately?" 　　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. 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 settle down outside the Great Wall, 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 were true, that would be wonderful. A-Juan... 　　" "I will definitely go with Miss," 　　Yan Yifan nodded. "As the ancients said, 'Man proposes, God disposes.' Nothing is impossible for a willing heart. I, Yan, 　　will definitely fulfill my promise." 　　A-Juan smiled and said, "It's a blessing for my young lady to have met you. In this chaotic world, 　　true lovers are so rare. As Yu Xuanji once said, 'Priceless treasures are easy to find, but a true lover is hard to come by!'" 　　The two turned left and right, arriving at a beautiful secluded courtyard. A-Juan led Yan Yifan to Zhu Yao's door and 　　said softly, "Young Master Yan, please go in. I'll go back now." 　　Yan Yifan calmly pushed open the door and slowly walked in. Zhu Yao's room was large, with a living room, bedroom...

The room was fully furnished, with all the furniture being expensive and elegant. The living room was spotless, and
a pot of freshly poured hot tea sat on the table. Yan Yifan went to the bedroom, where the door was ajar. He pushed it open
and a delicate fragrance wafted towards him. He softly called out, "Miss Zhu."
Zhu Yao was wearing a pinkish-yellow silk dress, the front of which was open,
revealing a light blue bodice. Her slender neck and the shape of her breasts, even through the bodice, were clearly defined, round and firm, adding a touch of allure. Seeing him enter, she gracefully
stepped forward, smiling gently, "I just changed my clothes to come and get you, but I'm 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; instead, she looked at him intently, a sweet, beautiful
smile blooming on her face. "Is it cold outside?"
Yan Yifan smiled at her pretty face. "Compared to before, it's quite warm."
Zhu Yao's voice was clear and melodious, full of charm. "No, I see your face is quite red from the cold
."
Yan Yifan... Touching her cheek, she smiled and asked, "Really? I don't think it's from the cold, it's because of you that
my face is red."
Zhu Yao blushed instantly and said softly, "
You're so glib." Yan Yifan suddenly reached out and hugged Zhu Yao's waist, gently pulling her into his arms, and smiled slightly, "Listen to me first."
Zhu Yao rested her head on his shoulder and said softly, "Okay, go ahead."
Yan Yifan said, "When things are peaceful outside the Great Wall, will you come with me to the Northern Kingdom?"
Zhu Yao said softly, "People say, 'A woman follows her husband wherever he goes,' although I..." " I haven't married you yet, but in my heart I've already
decided you're my husband. Of course I'll listen to you. But my younger brother is in the army, and the border is not peaceful.
When we leave, we must take him with us."
Yan Yifan said, "That's for sure." He 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 against 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 autumn is a rare treat ." "It's such a beautiful, warm spring day.
In a few months, let's go fly kites together."
Zhu Yao raised her pretty face, her eyes instantly brightening as she softly laughed, "That would be wonderful!" Suddenly noticing
Yan Yifan's gaze, she looked at him strangely and blinked shyly. "It's up to you."
Yan Yifan laughed heartily, "I'll definitely grant your wish."
Zhu Yao's lips trembled slightly, her pretty face flushing with a delicate blush. She grabbed the mischievous hand that had slipped inside her clothes, pursed her lips, and
playfully scolded, "You bad boy..."
But Yan Yifan suddenly pulled her hand to the side... He placed his hands on the strings, closed his eyes in contemplation for a moment, and 　　then plucked
a string with his fingertips. Zhu Yao smiled sweetly, rested her head on his shoulder, and said softly, "Partridge Sky?" Yan Yifan smiled and said, "It is Partridge Sky, but I didn't play it very well." 　　Zhu Yao said softly, "Let me play." 　　Yan Yifan made way for her, and Zhu Yao came to the zither table. Her slender hands rested on the strings, and she plucked them lightly 　　a few times, smiling as she 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, opened his arms, and hugged her waist, laughing. "How dare I, someone who knows nothing, laugh at an expert like you?" 　　Zhu Yao smiled shyly, her face flushed. "Then just don't play any tricks when I play." 　　As she spoke, she plucked the strings, playing lightly and nimbly. Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was melodious: "With colorful sleeves, I diligently hold the jade 　　cup, in those days I risked my flushed face in drunkenness. 　　The dance is low, like the moon 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, and after a long while, he laughed, "What a beautiful one!" "Back then, I risked my life, my face flushed with drunkenness." 　　Zhu Yao quickly threw Zhu Qin aside, her delicate body collapsing weakly into the arms of the person behind her. It turned out that the person behind her had been playing tricks, 　　deliberately forcing her to speak. In a short moment, the belt around her waist was half-loosened, and she was forcefully pulled aside, 　　her snow-white shoulders exposed to the air, instantly covered with hot kisses and light bites. Zhu Yao bit her red lips tightly, not wanting 　　to make a sound, but Yan Yifan opened his mouth and gently licked her slender neck, and her red lips could no longer hold back, letting out an 　　extremely 　　delicate moan... Unexpectedly, the person behind her became increasingly audacious, hugging her from behind and ruthlessly undressing her. 　　Her exquisite and alluring body was mostly exposed to the air, her skin as dazzling as snow. When her water-colored bodice was untied, a pair of smooth , 　　round, snow-white breasts were immediately revealed. Yan Yifan kneaded and squeezed one breast in each hand, and 　　large patches of white flesh were kneaded in his hands. Zhu Yan's tempting breasts, while not exactly firm and full, felt as 　　smooth and fragrant as solidified cream, truly a rare beauty. 　　Zhu Yao blushed as if she were drunk. Turning her pretty face back, she gritted her teeth and said shyly, "You're going too far, don't 　　... don't do it here..." 　　Yan Yifan, passionate as fire, ignored her and buried his face in her mouth, kissing Zhu Yao's red lips without saying a word 　　. Zhu Yao blushed and turned her pretty face to kiss her lover passionately. For a moment, the two were lost in their kiss 　　, their clothes gradually falling away, and the air was filled with a peach blossom scent. 　　Just then, Yan Yifan tightly embraced her slender waist and thrust forward. Zhu Yao, lying on the table, let out a soft "ah," her fragrant shoulders 　　and back flailing wildly, her delicate body trembling on the table. Her two straight, beautiful legs, pressed against her lover's body, gleamed with a translucent 　　luster, appearing even more snow-white. 　　Yan Yifan gasped, seemingly experiencing ecstasy, and after a moment's pause, he held his beauty tightly and launched a fierce 　　attack. Zhu Yao, involuntarily, parted her red lips and uttered soft, wanton moans. Her snow-white body, lying on the table, was covered in fragrant sweat. 　　With her lover's fierce thrusts from behind, her face flushed as if drunk, and she bit a strand of hair between her red lips, moaning, "I don't want it, 　　Yao'er can't see you..." 　　Yan Yifan buried his face in her slender, snow-white neck, his nose filled with the alluring fragrance of her hair. He leaned over her snow-white back, his 　　thrusts becoming more and more intense, Zhu Yao looking as if her soul was about to break, her red lips uttering seductive moans incessantly.

This fueled their passion, and they continued until they both reached their climax before calling it a day. Yan 　　Yifan
, catching his breath, then swept her up in his arms and carried her deeper into the bedchamber. They lay down together, and he, still wanting more, embraced Zhu Yao, saying, "Want to sleep for a while?" 　　Zhu Yao blushed and nestled against his chest, saying, "You'll leave when 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 the North." 　　Zhu Yao's slender fingers caressed his strong chest with tender affection, saying, "When there's fighting, you must be 　　careful and not 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 that such a loyal and devoted woman..." "You're lucky to have met me, especially since we've already slept together. 　　Don't let me down!" 　　Zhu Yao clenched her fists, playfully scolding, "You bad boy! How could you tell anyone about something like that!" 　　Yan Yifan grabbed her hand and shook his head, laughing, "How can you blame me? The prince accidentally saw 　　the bite mark on my neck and asked me about it with a smile. You really know your tricks, kid 　　." 　　Zhu Yao blushed, burying her face in his arms, and said shyly, "You're so annoying... I'm not like you, so impulsive 　　!" 　　Yan Yifan said, "That's all because of you." 　　His gaze suddenly turned to the window; the sky was getting dim. Reluctantly, he kissed her cheek and said, "I should go now. 　　It'll be too late if I go back; the Prince will be angry. He's strict with his troops, and he's done me a great favor." 　　Zhu Yao bit her red lips, forcing a smile: "Then I'll see you off." 　　Yan Yifan got up to pick up his clothes from the ground, and Zhu Yao followed, helping him fasten his belt, saying, "Don't worry about 　　me. With A-Juan taking care of me here, everything will be fine." 　　Yan Yifan picked up the yellow robe and draped it over her shoulders, softly saying, "Even so, 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, saying, "I will wait here forever." "You." 　　Yan Yifan nodded, grasping her hand tightly. "I believe that one day, I will 　　marry you with a grand wedding procession." 　　Zhu Yao smiled sweetly and said, "You flatter me. I am not worthy of such a gift. Even if I have to 　　eat coarse food and wear simple clothes, I will be happy to follow you." 　　Yan Yifan hugged her and laughed, "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, and it was already quite dark. Leading his horse along the main street, the street was brightly lit and bustling. However, due to frequent wars between countries, a group of 　　arrogant government troops 　　poured into the city not long after . 　　Several thousand government troops, first on cavalry carrying long spears on their backs, rode into the city on tall horses, heads hanging from their necks, shouting: 　　"General, your might is divine! You led eight thousand troops in a surprise attack, lying in ambush early, setting up cannons and crossbows. 　　When the two thousand northern vanguard attacked, all fifteen cannons fired simultaneously, killing not only the northern cavalry but also beheading three hundred and six, displaying your might to the world!" 　　An old general in the central army, clad in bright armor, a long sword at his waist, his face wrinkled, his body 　　obese and overweight, looking like he 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, only within their own garrisons 　　... The city remained peaceful and lawless. After the large group of people 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 the blink of an eye. At Murong Ji's residence, Murong Ji, forty years old, with a refined and scholarly air 　　, sat in a stone pavilion, dressed in a blue robe, and said calmly, "What wind has blown my fourth brother 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 good wind is blowing. 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 this time seeking my support." 　　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 you 　　some." 　　Murong Chong put down his teacup, his smile innocent, "Brother, you're so good at dealing 　　with people, always letting others have the best things. But after a while, you really..." "Are you comfortable?" 　　Murong Ji smiled, pursing his lips. "What's uncomfortable about it?" 　　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 playing on his lips. "Well said, very well said." 　　Murong Chong pressed his advantage, continuing, "Brother, don't you resent Father's favoritism? He gives all the good things 　　to 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, took a sip with refined elegance, 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 little strategy and cannot 　　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 composed, saying, "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 in the future, you will not be able to defeat eldest brother, so you want to form an alliance..."

"Let's work together to bring down our eldest brother!"
Murong Chong sneered, smashing the stone table in front of him to pieces. "Third brother, 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 our eldest brother in martial arts, and inferior to
you in literary arts. 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.
A sinister glint appeared in Murong Chong's eyes. His palm concealed 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, he would be guilty! Unexpectedly, someone walked into the garden
and said decisively, "Your Highness, please don't go too far!"
Murong Chong didn't even turn his head, ignoring him. He continued his palm strike, deliberately and slowly approaching Murong Ji's shoulder. Just as he was about to succeed,
the man shouted, "Your Highness, please forgive me!" He drew his bow and shot an arrow towards Murong Chong's head. Murong Chong pulled back his sleeves, his body
like a roc, and he took three steps back. The arrow struck a pillar with a loud thud, the arrowhead piercing through the beam , the fletching trembling on the beam. The sound was astonishing. Murong Chong clenched his iron fist and glared 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, 　　I apologize for my offense." 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, "Impressive, impressive! Third Brother's residence is truly full of hidden talents!" "Amazing 　　archery skills, yet it's just amateurish! Brother, you've truly broadened your horizons." 　　Murong Ji twirled his teacup, his hand resting on Yan Yifan's shoulder as he chuckled, "This adopted son of mine is 　　exceptionally talented, possessing a natural gift for martial arts. I adore him as my own son, and even my good-for-nothing daughter is fond of him. I've already 　　decided that he will be my son-in-law, a double blessing." 　　Upon hearing this, Yan Yifan's expression changed drastically, but unable to refute in front of Murong Chong, he suppressed his anger and remained silent, head bowed. 　　Murong Chong laughed wildly, "How interesting! This trip was truly worthwhile! Third Brother, I've recently acquired 　　a 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 smiled and said, "I appreciate your kind offer, Fourth Brother, but I haven't been close to women for many years, so I'm afraid 　　I can't accept 　　your kindness ." 　　Murong Ji laughed heartily with his hands behind his back, "That's not true. Third Brother, you're well-read. Haven't you heard the ancient saying, 'When 　　life is 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. 　　Murong Ji turned around, his gaze falling on Yan Yifan. 　　He said, "You have other women outside, and Jing'er actually knows it. 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, you should 　　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. "Don't you have any feelings for Jing'er?" "No sexual desire either? You're really useless, kid. 　　Such a beautiful woman standing right in front of you, and you don't even react? It's really embarrassing for you." 　　Yan Yifan was incredibly embarrassed, and smiled helplessly, "I only consider Jing'er 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, and maybe when Jing'er gets older, she won't like me anymore." 　　Murong Ji laughed heartily, put his hands behind his back, and walked deeper into the garden without turning back, saying, "That makes sense, but... 　　from now on..." "Young man, if you marry Jing'er and leave her to live a life of loneliness like a widow, I won't let you off the hook." 　　Act Two: Trapped Dragon in the Wild, Finding a Way Out of Desperation 　　. It was a woman's hand, white as a spring onion, her slender fingers lightly tapping a plum blossom. She had delicate eyebrows and snow 　　-white skin, her appearance exquisitely beautiful. In the night, she wore a charming yellow dress, her graceful figure standing in the courtyard, her beautiful eyes quietly admiring the fluttering 　　snowflakes. Under the snow-covered eaves, a green parrot chattered, everything was so serenely beautiful. 　　Amidst the swirling snowflakes, she appeared 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?" 　　Zhu Yao chuckled, a hint of helplessness appearing on her beautiful face. "Hiding isn't a solution," she replied, " I'd 　　better go and see." 　　Upon 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, who appeared to be quite old... At seventy, with graying temples and a plump figure, 　　a slight smile always played in his eyes. He said 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 I am a woman of humble origins and dare not presume to presume upon 　　you." 　　General Liu chuckled and said, "That would be too formal. Miss Zhu, please play a tune for me." 　　Zhu Yao smiled faintly and softly called out, "A-Juan, bring me my pipa."

A maidservant attending to him handed over a pipa, saying, "Miss, the snow is so heavy outside. Shall I go and fetch
a basin of charcoal to cool you down?"
General Liu laughed heartily, "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 heavy snow made the night so bright and clear. Hearing
the beautiful woman's soft singing, accompanied by the melodious rise and fall of the pipa, her voice was sweet, yet subtly revealed a hint of loneliness
. Sometimes it was like falling water, sometimes like pearls, the timbre clear and gentle, as if one were in a fairyland—a beautiful song for a snowy night.
General Liu listened, completely captivated, his eyes fixed on the stunning woman opposite him. He was pretending to listen to the music,
but his true desire was to admire the beauty.
Before the music had even finished, General Liu, 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 frowned slightly, her delicate features revealing her fragility. Clutching her pipa,
she took a few steps back, her face showing a mixture of fragility and panic. "General Liu," she said, "please have some self-respect. If you come any closer, I... I'll have to
call for help..."
General Liu spread his arms wide like an eagle, blocking her path. "Miss Zhu Yao," he said, "you know I fell in love with you at first
sight. Tonight, you have no choice but to comply. I've decided on you!
" Yao's 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, 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 am, after all, 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... She cried out, "General Liu
, if you continue to force me,
I will have no choice but to die!" She pulled out her hairpin and held it against her snow-white neck... General Liu looked at her and smiled coldly, "If you die, I will take good care of your younger brother."
Zhu Yao's face turned pale, tears streaming down her face. She looked pitiful, as if she had lost her mind. With a thud, the golden
hairpin fell to the ground, and her red lips murmured, "Yan Lang... Yan Lang."
General Liu laughed triumphantly, his eyes gleaming with lust, and was about to pounce when a deafening roar shook
the heavens and earth, sending chills down everyone's spines. The city walls crackled with deafening shouts of battle outside, the roar of cannons filling the air, and countless shells
rained down, igniting raging fires that shot into the sky. Amidst the cries of battle, a cacophony of screams erupted: "The Northern
army is here! The Northern army is here! Everyone, run for your lives!"
General Liu, pale as a ghost, his legs trembling with fear. Though incompetent, he knew that the Northern army always sent
spies into the city during sieges. These spies would spread misinformation, incite unrest, and even kill government troops to open the gates. The Northern
army had used this tactic countless times, achieving victory after victory!
General Liu, desperate to escape, turned and kicked open the door. The entire building was in chaos; people were fleeing for their lives, and
the screams of women filled the air. Zhu Yao, clutching her pipa, trembled with fear, having just escaped one ordeal only to be met with another!
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 in anguish, collapsing to the ground and crawling over, 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 Northern army is bloodthirsty, and every time they conquer a city...
" "Slaughtering the people and 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 do 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, hugged it to her chest, and screamed, "Anyone who dares to come near, I'll fight them to the death!"
It was also outside the city that the Northern Kingdom's army attacked ... The shells were devastating. In a short while, several more shells landed in the courtyard,
shattering the houses and killing several unfortunate people instantly. The remaining people were terrified and cried uncontrollably
. A-Juan tightly hugged a wooden stick to protect Zhu Yao. Just then, a boy in plain clothes, carrying an iron gun and wearing a soldier's 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." Tears of joy filled her eyes.
The young man, named Zhu Lin, 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 northern barbarians are attacking the city
fiercely; we must escape for our lives!"
Zhu Yao nodded twice. Zhu Lin, who was usually in the military camp, knew the location of the post station. He figured that since everyone was fleeing in panic,
there must be horses at the post station. When he arrived, there were still dozens of fine horses in the stable. Now that they had found Zhu Yao, the three of them
ran together to the stable.
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. For a moment, she bit her red
lips and stopped talking. When Zhu Lin's arms were around her waist, he felt as if he were holding a warm and soft jade in his arms. His hands touched
her delicate body, and the silk dress felt incredibly smooth. Their posture was ambiguous. Zhu Lin's cheek rubbed against Zhu Yao's smooth neck, and he smelled
the fragrance of her hair. He couldn't help but feel a little distracted. He quickly banished his random thoughts and focused on gripping the reins tightly.
In the past few years, he had learned some martial arts from several veterans and was physically strong. As soon as he gripped the reins, he rode off, with A Juan riding close behind on her horse
.
Shells rained down intermittently from within the city. 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 noise.
Northern cavalry charged into the city, killing indiscriminately, brandishing their swords and hacking and slashing.
The main streets were a scene of utter chaos, a cacophony of fleeing and killing. The northern cavalry galloped wildly,
when suddenly a horse neighed loudly, and a rider emerged from the darkness. The swift horse, as fast as
a shooting star, leaped over obstacles and arrived in the blink of an eye. Its forelegs spread wide, seemingly uncontrollably poised to trample over the heads of the crowd. In that instant
, the rider, dressed in pristine white, let out a delicate cry, her slender hands gripping the reins tightly.
The horse leaped over the heads of the crowd, landing with a thud. The horse reared up, its forelegs neighing, and the woman in white
rode away in a flash, vanishing without a trace, like a dream…
The city's defenders and civilians were terrified. The defenders dropped their weapons in panic… Fleeing for their lives, countless northern cavalry surged forth,
shouts of battle erupting. Wherever the army passed, corpses piled high within the city walls, blood flowing like rivers. Zhu Lin glanced coldly at the scene, urging his horse to gallop faster
, saying, "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's face turned deathly pale. "Brother," she cried, "where are we going?"
Zhu Lin replied, "Naturally, we'll escape the city and head towards the interior."
Zhu Yao hesitated for a moment, her delicate brows furrowing. "Towards the interior?" " It's safe, but you and I are still
criminals exiled thousands of miles away. Once we're inside the pass, 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 screamed, "Northern 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.
After riding for another ten miles or so, outside the small town, the pursuers were closing in, 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!
The three refused to stop and urged their horses onward. A-Juan's horse galloped ahead, unwilling to abandon Zhu Yao,
and she slowed down her horse. After another seven or eight li, their horses gradually became unable to keep up, and the distance between them grew shorter and shorter. The northern
horses were excellent runners, and dozens of pursuers were closing in from behind. They laughed loudly, sang wildly, waved their
sabers, and shouted and cursed. Some even drew their bows and shot arrows at the three, creating a perilous situation.
Little did they know that when misfortune strikes, even drinking cold water can cause problems. Zhu Lin's horse was struck by an arrow,
let out a neigh, and stumbled, falling to the ground. Zhu Lin and Zhu Yao fell to the ground as well. A Juan couldn't help them in time. Zhu Lin shouted
, "A Juan, you run first, don't worry about us!"
A Juan ran off crying. Dozens of pursuers shouted and chased after them, their horses surrounding the two of them
. The pursuers were all dressed in white armor, their armor gleaming, their swords flashing, and iron bows on their backs. They all looked at
the stunning beauty Zhu Yao beside Zhu Lin, laughing loudly, almost unable to resist pouncing. Zhu Lin roared, his manhood turning into that of a wounded beast, his madness erupting
. He drew his iron spear from his back, gripped it tightly, and thrust it forward
. The spear, like a silver dragon, pierced through a northern rider's chest with a soft thud. Zhu Lin gritted his teeth and cried out, his innate strength allowing him to lift the still-screaming
northern rider with the spear tip, sending him crashing to the ground with a thud.
The snow was cold, but not as cold as the chilling look in the young man's eyes. The northern cavalrymen, seeing him in military uniform,
assumed that apart from the northern cavalry, the armies of other cities were all cowardly and weak. Little did they expect that this young man would
kill one person unexpectedly. Before they could react, Zhu Lin's iron spear swept away two more, and two more northern cavalrymen lost their lives!
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 gushed from his body. Suddenly,
a blade slashed his back. Zhu Yao saw it and cried out in surprise. Before she could react, one of the men laughed loudly, "Beautiful
lady, come here!" He grabbed Zhu Yao and shoved her onto his horse, laughing loudly!
Zhu Yao struggled desperately on his horse. Zhu Lin, surrounded, roared like a wounded beast. He turned and thrust his spear into
the neck of his attacker, then swept it back across the ground. The Northern cavalry, also known as the Northern Cavalry, were fierce and unparalleled, roaming beyond the Great Wall. They had never suffered such
a loss before. The horse reared up and stomped at Zhu Lin. Zhu Lin swung his fist and smashed it into the horse's neck
. He possessed superhuman strength, and the blow caused the horse to scream in agony, its bones broken and tendons snapped,
killing it instantly. The rider on horseback had his leg broken by the dead horse's carcass, screaming in agony.
The remaining twenty-odd northern cavalrymen, seeing they were in trouble, were about to retreat when, in the snowy night, horns
sounded in unison in the distance, their mournful cries carrying for miles. War drums pounded wildly, cheering on the northern cavalrymen, making the earth tremble. A mile away, yellow
flags fluttered, and a vast, dark mass of northern cavalry swept in, numbering roughly five hundred.
The situation changed drastically. The Northern Knights who had captured Zhu Yao were overjoyed to see the Yellow Dragon Banner in the distance—
the Emperor's banner. They thought that presenting the beautiful woman they had captured to the Emperor would surely bring them a great reward. Just as they were feeling happy,
a sudden, sharp pain shot through their waist. Looking down, they saw Zhu Yao holding a dagger, which had been plunged into their heart. The man screamed and fell to the ground
. Zhu Yao, having just killed someone, was terrified, but in the urgency of the situation, she gripped the reins tightly and cried out, "Brother,
come quickly!"
Zhu Lin shouted fiercely, mustered his strength, and with a thrust of his spear, killed several men. He then leaped onto Zhu Yao's horse and galloped away. The remaining
seven or eight Northern Knights were pale-faced, thinking that if dozens of them couldn't even take down one person in front of the Great Khan, how could they possibly
survive?
He hastily spurred his horse forward. The Northern Emperor, who had personally led his guards to support his troops, was utterly disgraced. He immediately
ordered his troops to charge. The Northern Emperor's guards were exceptionally elite; though few in number, they were a battle-hardened force.
Even their horses were the finest steeds. Their charge was like a whirlwind, sweeping
forward and catching up in moments. Someone shouted, "Barbarians, stop! If you don't stop, we'll fire!"
Zhu Lin knew this was no exaggeration and had no choice but to halt his horse. Behind him, the Northern cavalry surged forward, forming a battle array.
The Northern Emperor, surrounded by his entourage, wore a yellow robe with dragon patterns, his eyes like cold lightning, a jade bow in his hand, his face like…
With an aura of dominance like a dragon and tiger, and a voice as calm as a jackal, he said, "The battle is not over yet. How can a true man
flee for his life?"
Zhu Lin, panting heavily, gripped his iron spear tightly and said, "Your Majesty is right, but even if dozens of people attack one,
it would be an unfair victory, wouldn't it?"
Murong Chi smiled 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
and defeated. Many have surrendered. 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 favor, granting you high office and generous rewards, so that you may conquer all directions for me and
leave your name in history."
A strange light flashed in Zhu Lin's eyes, and he clenched his fists. His expression changed, and Zhu Yao, who was behind him, could not see his expression clearly. She
quickly... He said, "Brother, no! My siblings and I could die, but we can't be traitors!"
Upon hearing this, Murong Chi hummed in thought, his gaze falling 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 snow and ice,
pure and flawless. However, the snow and ice lacked the vibrancy of her skin. Her eyebrows and eyes were so beautiful,
as if she were a fairy descended from heaven. No, even the fairies of heaven could not compare to her beauty.
She was the most perfect masterpiece of heaven. In the snow and ice, her figure was delicate and graceful, but now, facing life and death
, there was no fear in her eyes, and her slender waist was straight. Her beauty seemed beyond words, no
words could describe it. Even the old man in the yellow robe, who was used to seeing stunning beauties, was moved and could not look away 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 like you
. If you surrender, I not only guarantee you the title of Grand General Protector of the Nation, but I will also make your sister Empress
, the sole favorite in the harem, the mother of the nation."
Zhu Yao chuckled and retorted, "Even if I die, I will not be your Empress!"
Her chuckle in response to Murong Chi's threat made 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 Northern Kingdom's cavalry is unparalleled. Although the Northern Kingdom is a newly established nation, it is ambitious and
intends to conquer the world. " "My daughter and younger brother are people of Liang, born to be Liang, and will die to be Liang!"
Murong Chi's eyes suddenly showed a hint of admiration. "What a woman, so 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 has long regarded Zhu Yao as his own, and this 'reluctant parting'
has a strong sense of 'burning the boats'."
Zhu Lin, holding an iron spear, laughed and said, "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 took 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 out his
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 trepidation. The fierce battle
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 fought his entire life, 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 clubs raining
down. Zhu Lin raised his spear to parry, but the force of each blow was terrifying; it ripped open his hand,
and he 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 deeply concerned, thinking 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 advance further. If
they did, one of them would be stabbed to death first. The six looked at each other, none of them willing to be the one to die by the spear.
Murong Chi saw this and felt hatred in his heart. He picked up his iron bow and shot one of the northern soldiers on the spot, shouting sternly, "
Hesitate any longer, and 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 also meant death. Caught in a dilemma, fear overwhelmed their minds
, and they knelt on the ground, feigning stupidity and begging the emperor 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. His five hundred iron cavalry, however, caused a great deal of trouble. Suddenly, the
sound of rolling hooves filled the snowy night, and in the blink of an eye, black banners were arrogantly raised 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, unstoppable in sieges and field battles
. However, this was only true when they encountered the Yuan family. The Northern Kingdom's cavalry consisted mostly of light cavalry, while the Yuan family's forces were heavily armored.
In field battles, aside from the Northern Kingdom's faster mobility, the Yuan family's cavalry never gained the upper hand in face-to-face confrontations
.
Murong Chi's face was ashen. Yuan Zhengnan's troops were like a nail in his throat, firmly blocking his
path to a major offensive against Liang. It was truly a case of enemies meeting on a narrow road.
Zhu Lin looked back and saw banners with leopard patterns fluttering wildly behind him. A
dark mass of heavy cavalry, clad in black iron armor, each wielding a long spear, was 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."

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