【The Legend of Fairy Mingxue】(Chapters 50-52, three consecutive chapters)

Author: Princess
First published on: Forum December 26, 2016
Word Count: 18368
Chapter 50: Sailing on Zhoushan, the Setting Sun Like Blood
The sky was approaching dusk, the setting sun like blood. Deep in the mountains, birdsong filled the air, adding to the stillness. Mountains upon mountains
, people far apart… She picked up a chess piece, hesitating where to place it, her thoughts
racing. Wu De noticed and immediately fawned, “Is the princess feeling unwell?”
Zhao Qingqing shook her head and smiled, dropping the chess piece: “I was thinking of your son, so young, yet…” "You're quite wild."
Wu De felt extremely embarrassed and coughed, saying, "This old minister has failed
in his duty to raise his son, to the point that this beast dared to harass the princess. Princess, my son is young... please don't take it to heart."
Zhao Qingqing propped herself up with her jade-like hand, raising her face with a charming, childlike expression, and said, "At only thirteen years old
, you already have some of your traits, Lord Wu. Truly, like father, like son. Don't mention my son to me again."
Wu De coughed and chuckled, shamelessly saying, "The scenery in these mountains is quite nice."
Zhao Qingqing hummed in agreement, her delicate hands retreating into her sleeves, and softly asked, "A-Juan, are you done?"
Outside the door, A-Juan replied happily, "Yes!"
Wu De quickly got up to open the door. Though he was plump, he moved swiftly, opening the door with both hands. The
blood-red rays of the setting sun streamed into the room, casting large, dim, red beams of light upon her. Her snow-white dress fluttered, and her long, black hair brushed against her fair skin
, creating an indescribably poignant beauty. Zhao Qingqing gazed at the layers of mountains outside the door. Under the blood-red setting sun, Wu De, Li Mu, and
A-Juan... The monks were all present. She emerged from the house like a fairy. Everyone held their breath, and they saw
a mighty warship suspended in mid-air, surrounded by mountains. Countless soldiers in armor stood on the deck, a
dragon flag flew at the bow, and the hull was laden with cannons, making it look extremely imposing. However, it was like a child who had just learned to walk, slowly
climbing towards the sky. It made a whirring sound as it rose little by little, and the fiery red flag hissed. Everyone clenched their fists.
The hope of Dingzhou for decades rested on this!
Wu De exclaimed excitedly, "Our state has struggled for decades, dreaming of this magnificent warship, and I, an old man, can actually
witness it taking flight in my lifetime... It's truly exhilarating!"
Watching the warship slowly rise, A-Juan couldn't help but shout, "You have to fly up! The princess
is watching you fly... up!"
The usually composed Li Mu suddenly exclaimed in a low voice, "Look, it's about to ascend!"
The monk Wuxiang closed his eyes and chanted Buddhist prayers, "Amitabha!" A sudden,
fierce mountain wind swept in, and the magnificent warship roared into the sky like an arrow released from a bow. The setting sun,
like blood, shone on the warship, as if draping it in a fiery red hue. Thin clothing, dragon flags fluttering wildly at the bow, hundreds
of black cannons overlooking the world on the hull—it soared freely between heaven and earth, like a general on a blood-soaked battlefield,
sword in hand, surveying all living beings. Zhao Qingqing silently turned around, and behind her slender figure, one after another, mighty warships
lined up like a long dragon, heading towards the setting sun…
Three mighty warships, enough to rival the Northern Kingdom…
After leaving the back mountain, since Zhao Qingqing had come to the Buddhist temple, she naturally had to offer incense. The monk Wuxiang, as a Buddhist disciple,
accompanied her for most of the day, explaining Buddhist scriptures and secrets. As the sun was about to set, Zhao Qingqing, the fairy, went
to the Buddha Hall to offer incense as usual.
Because the princess was to spend the night at the Buddhist temple, the temple was naturally heavily guarded. There were guards everywhere, so much so that
not even a bird could fly in. Half a setting sun hung on the mountaintop, and in the golden light shining into the Buddhist hall, the monks
chanted Buddhist prayers. The handsome monk Wuxiang, wearing a red kasaya, stood under the Buddha statue, with a Buddhist boy holding a basin of water with a green willow branch inside
. Guards were everywhere outside.
With the sound of a bell, a tall and slender fairy appeared outside the hall. Her face was breathtakingly
beautiful, unparalleled in its beauty. Her alluring figure was clad in a tight-fitting, snow-white dress that perfectly outlined the captivating curves of her youthful body.
However, her expression was aloof and her demeanor was pure and cold, so beautiful that it was almost unbearable to look directly at her. A fragrant breeze swept by as she gracefully
lifted her jade-like foot and stepped into the Buddhist hall. This woman was none other than Zhao Qingqing. Her face was devout as she slowly knelt before the Buddha statue,
clasped her hands together, and closed her beautiful eyes to make a wish.
The stern-faced monk took a willow branch and gently sprinkled it around Zhao Qingqing. After making her wish, Zhao Qingqing slowly
opened her eyes and said, "I am grateful for your help, Venerable Master."
The monk chanted a Buddhist prayer, "Amitabha. Your Highness, your noble status and willingness to come to the temple to make your wish
demonstrate your sincerity. The Buddha is moved by this, and Your Highness's wish will naturally be granted."
The temple was resplendent with gold, almost dazzling. Zhao Qingqing glanced at the Buddha and softly said, "..."
"I must take my leave
now, Venerable Master, please rest early as well." Just as she was about to leave, the monk Wuxiang spoke up, "Your Highness, this humble monk has a few words I wish to say to you. Would you
mind speaking?"
Zhao Qingqing frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then ordered, "All of you, leave."
With that, everyone in the hall vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving only the monk Wuxiang. Watching
everyone leave, the monk's gaze, sharp as a torch, settled on the princess before him, and he asked, "After Your Highness went to the back mountain, have you had any plans?"
Zhao Qingqing strolled leisurely, lightly lifting her skirt, and sat down in a chair, her beautiful eyes revealing intelligence, and said, "The back mountain is
of great importance. What do you think, Venerable Master?"
The monk Wuxiang clasped his hands together and slowly approached her, saying, "Your Highness intends to resist the Northern Kingdom; the back mountain is naturally very important
."
Zhao Qingqing… A stunningly beautiful woman suddenly leaned slightly forward, pausing briefly before saying, "Since I am not in the Buddhist temple,
the affairs of the back mountain will be entirely in the hands of the Master."
The unassuming monk, Wuxiang, replied sternly, "This humble monk will naturally do his utmost, Your Highness, please rest assured."
Zhao Qingqing listened attentively, then placed her hands behind her back and said, "In that case, I am very pleased, and I thank the Master here
."
The unassuming monk's eyes held a deep, unfathomable depth,
revealing him as a truly handsome man with elegant eyebrows, a sharply defined face, and eyes like jewels. Only
a beauty as stunning as Zhao Qingqing could outshine him. The unassuming monk remained silent for a moment, then sighed and said, "Next year
is the Buddhist abdication ceremony, Your Highness, are you aware?"
Zhao Qingqing looked at his face with her beautiful eyes and said in a gentle voice, "I still have some people in the capital.
If nothing unexpected happens, the monk will be able to take the position of the head of the Buddhist sect in the country next year. The monk has achieved so much at such a young age.
I congratulate him in advance."
Upon hearing this, the monk Wuxiang could not hide his joy. Everyone has desires, and how can monks be exempt?
Zhao Qingqing seemed a little sleepy and suddenly said, "It's getting dark, I'll take my leave."
As she turned to walk towards the door, the monk Wuxiang spoke up, "Princess, are you confident in defeating the Northern Kingdom?"
Zhao Qingqing stopped, her back to the monk, and said calmly, "Whether I'm confident or not is secondary; sitting and waiting for death is
unwise."
She pushed open the hall door with her jade-like hand. Outside, the Buddhist temple buildings were shrouded in the setting sun. A gentle breeze blew, and
her black hair fluttered in the wind as her beautiful body gracefully descended the steps…
A-Juan quickly came over and grabbed her snow-white hand, her pretty face smiling sweetly, "My husband sent a message by carrier pigeon saying he's going to…
" "Here he comes."
Zhao Qingqing's white gauze dress reflected a layer of jade light. Her fairy-like face showed a slight surprise as she said, "Why did he suddenly
think of coming to the Buddhist temple? I remember he's not much of a Buddhist."
A-Juan supported her jade-like hand, covered her mouth and chuckled, "Princess, aren't you also not a Buddhist?
Look, the young master isn't here to burn incense, he's here for you, Princess. You're a fairy, and last time he
was so eager to be intimate with you, but you chased him away. He must be very itchy..."
Zhao Qingqing blushed, her beautiful eyes filled with shyness, and she seemed a little flustered, saying,
"Don't... talk nonsense."
A-Juan stuck out her tongue and smiled, then said earnestly, "The young master is probably on his way now, but
I heard Zhang Biao made a bet that it will rain tonight!"
Zhao Qingqing raised her beautiful face and looked up at the sky. The moon was incredibly bright, how could it be raining
? Fangxin was still worried that her lover would get wet in the rain, but she was too shy to say it aloud and let out a soft sigh
. She walked silently back to the small building, still looking preoccupied. Ajuan grasped her hand tightly and asked, "Princess,
is something on your mind?"
Zhao Qingqing leaned against the window, her beautiful eyes gazing out, and said softly, "When Wuxiang was explaining Buddhist scriptures to me,
he told me a story."
Ajuan was very curious and took a cloak, gently draping it over Zhao Qingqing's shoulders, asking, "
During your conversation, the young master and my young lady mentioned that this monk Wuxiang is very cunning?" " A hint of wickedness lurks in the depths of his eyes; he seems more like a demon than a Buddhist
. Even my young lady dislikes Wuxiang, always feeling he's a bad person, so mysterious."
Zhao Qingqing lightly bit her red lips, her snow-white jade hand removing her fragrant cloak, and said softly, "How could I not know? Buddhism
has a thousand-year history; its secrets are not for outsiders to know. It's true that this Buddhist disciple Wuxiang is both righteous and wicked."
A-Juan asked curiously, "Then what story did he tell the princess?"
Zhao Qingqing turned her delicate body, a fragrant breeze wafting through the air, her slender, jade-like figure sitting noblely and holyly in the tea room. At the table, a slender
hand propped up her snow-white cheek. Her beautiful eyes were clear and captivating, and her red lips exhaled softly, "
The story Wuxiang told me is an indispensable legend in Buddhism—the story of Buddha cutting his own flesh to feed an eagle."
A-Juan, a clever girl, immediately raised her eyebrows upon hearing this, angrily saying, "That lecherous monk! How dare he make a move on you
? Does he want to die?"
Zhao Qingqing poured herself a cup of tea, her beautiful, slender hand holding the cup. She
casually sipped it and said lightly, "The king saved the pigeon and cut his own flesh to feed the eagle..." " To save all living beings, this is
an example of sacrificing oneself to save the common people. Wu Xiang said this to me to imply that I am willing to sacrifice myself to save people. Hehe, who
should I save?"
A Juan said angrily, "Save him my foot! A toad trying to eat swan meat! You are a fairy descended from heaven,
how dare he? He's just a monk from the Buddhist sect, yet he dares to covet you. What a pipe dream!"
Zhao Qingqing, the fairy, was much calmer and said gently, "How could I be controlled by others? Yan
Lang has already said that he forbids me from doing anything for the Liang Kingdom." " Even when it comes to sacrifice, I have my bottom line. I
will never do anything to betray him in this life. Apart from Yan Lang, I feel that many other men are hypocritical."
A-Juan calmed down and served her softly, "Then what does the princess think of Zhu Lin?"
Zhao Qingqing glanced at her face and said casually, "He's very annoying. He loves to follow me around all day
. He's a lecherous man, but his character is alright. Come to think of it, if it weren't for Zhu Yao's connection,
I would have killed him many times over."
A-Juan leaned forward ... Naotou chided, "Isn't that right? Everyone knows you, Princess, are aloof and don't like to talk much,
yet Zhu Lin is always trying to find ways to pester you. Actually, you can't blame him; after all, what man
wouldn't covet a fairy like you? People think only General Balu is a truly upright man."
Hearing her mention General Balu, Zhao Qingqing couldn't help but sigh, "General Balu is straightforward and honest, a rare breed of
selfless integrity. But he's getting old, yet he still has to guard the border. It pains me to think about it. It's just that
General Balu and Wu De..." The two of them always argued, and neither could stand the other. It would be better for them to separate. With
General Ba Lu guarding the pass in Dingzhou, they could rest easy.”
A-Juan poured a cup of tea and asked softly, “Then what does the princess think of her son-in-law?”
Zhao Qingqing’s eyes were somewhat dazed. After a long silence, she said softly, “On the surface, he enjoys all the pleasures of life
, having both me and Zhu Yao at the same time. But like me, he is a person with a tragic fate. To whom can he
confide his deepest sorrows? The Northern Kingdom is full of deceit and intrigue. He is just a Liang citizen.” How much hardship has he endured to get to this position in the North
? How can it be explained in just a few words? You probably know that even today, Yifan
is still being ostracized by Yuwentai. "
That's right," said Ajuan with a sigh. "After all, how many people are truly happy these days?"
Zhao Qingqing smiled sweetly, "Fortunately, Zhu Yao is a very good girl, and now she's pregnant.
I hope that after she settles down, she can be happier."
The two women chatted around the tea table until midnight, when suddenly the wind picked up and it started raining.
Juan covered her mouth and lit another lamp. Zhao Qingqing, this fairy-like beauty, was currently engrossed in reading,
her waist-length hair cascading down, her snow-white dress clinging to her body, revealing glimpses of her graceful figure.
Her full, firm breasts, like the peaks of a jade maiden, were incredibly alluring!
Under the lamplight, she looked like a jade statue. She read serenely, and after a while, a guard reported that Juan had come over and
smiled, "It's the young master!"
Zhao Qingqing asked curiously, "He's really here?"
Suddenly remembering the heavy rain outside, she immediately touched her chest with her hand and said, "Juan, go get
an umbrella quickly, don't let him get wet."
Juan ran downstairs and soon returned with Yan Yifan. Yan Yifan wore a bamboo hat and
a long black robe, standing... Outside the door, A-Juan was serving him. He took off his straw hat, his long hair and face dripping wet. A
-Juan quickly found a towel to wipe his face. Zhao Qingqing, seeing her lover come in the middle of the night, didn't know what to say. Seeing
her lover soaked in the rain, she felt great heartache and welcomed him in, softly saying, "Yan Lang, why did you come in the rain in the middle of the night
?"
Yan Yifan smiled helplessly, "I didn't expect it to rain. It started raining halfway there. Luckily I brought
a straw hat, otherwise I would have gotten even soaked." "Alright."
Zhao Qingqing, gentle and considerate, reached out her jade-like hand to help him take off his outer garment. Seeing that his inner clothes weren't too wet, she
instructed A-Juan, "A-Juan, do you have any clean clothes here?"
A-Juan tilted her head and thought for a moment, then blinked and said, "It seems not, but I do have a few of your clothes, Princess."
Zhao Qingqing chuckled, covering her red lips and said, "Alright, my clothes won't fit Yan Lang."
She placed her snow-white jade hand on her lover's chest, her beautiful eyes gazing at his face, her expression gentle as water as she removed his wet clothes. Not to
mention that this fairy was so close, her warm and soft body pressed against him, even just smelling her fragrance
was a truly enjoyable thing. Yan Yifan loved Zhao Qingqing's voice the most; it was beautiful, and when she spoke, her red lips parted slightly, her breath
like orchids, making her even more captivating. Now, with her snow-white jade hand gently and considerately removing his clothes, the torment of not being intimate for so long
erupted, and he naturally grabbed her jade hand and pressed it tightly against his chest.
Zhao Qingqing's pretty face flushed red, her heart pounding. She tried to pull her hand away, but her lover's grip tightened. A-Juan, unaware of
the situation, continued asking questions. Zhao Qingqing quickly told her to leave, but A-Juan didn't react and turned to leave.
Only the two of them remained in the room, two people deeply in love with each other. Zhao Qingqing dared not look into her lover's burning
gaze; his breath was so hot, making her heart race. She couldn't help but nestle her delicate body into his arms,
too shy to speak.
As soon as she nestled into his arms, Yan Yifan eagerly lifted her up. Zhao Qingqing,
panting softly, was held tightly in his embrace, her delicate feet shyly hidden under her skirt. Her face flushed, she playfully scolded, "My lord!..."
Yan Yifan held her close, sat down on a stool, and placed her slender body on his lap. His arms
encircled her fairy-like form, and he smiled happily, saying, "Actually, I came here to tell you some good news. According to
reliable intelligence, Murong Chi won't live much longer; his body is growing weaker and weaker."
Zhao Qingqing wasn't particularly concerned about this at the moment, only that her lover's mischievous hands were constantly roaming over her body,
causing her to pant softly. Her face flushed as if drunk, she said, "You rascal... coming to steal from me in the middle of the night..."
Yan Yifan laughed heartily, his cheek rubbing against her hair, breathing in its intoxicating fragrance, saying: "How could
it be stealing? Qing'er is my childhood sweetheart and fiancée. I will marry you sooner or later."
Zhao Qingqing's exquisite face was hidden in his arms, too shy to say anything. Yan Yifan gently stroked
her hair and said, "Qing'er, lift your head and let your husband see your face."
Zhao Qingqing answered softly and slowly raised her face. Yan Yifan stared at her fairy-like face up close, and his heart
felt as if it had been punched, making his heart pound. This fairy's clear and beautiful eyes were now
looking at him with tenderness. Her shy and charming appearance was evident in her slightly disordered breathing and the rise and fall of her full breasts. Her
alluring red lips trembled slightly, exhaling a fragrance like orchids that brushed against his face. This fairy, who was originally untouched by worldly affairs,
now leaned shyly in his arms, which made her indescribably sensual.
Zhao Qingqing dared not look into his burning, aggressive gaze, but her lover suddenly kissed her red lips. Her red lips were taken
into his mouth, and she could only let out a soft moan in his mouth, her delicate nose breathing even more erratically...
Chapter Fifty-One: My love is as deep as yours.
A light drizzle fell, and a cold wind swept across the night camp outside the city. Looking up, the entire city of Changjun was shrouded in a
haze of smoke. In the night wind, one could vaguely see the torches planted on the city walls. In the hazy night rain,
a few sharp cries of eagles occasionally came from the clouds. These red-eyed eagles had been circling over Changjun day and night ever since they appeared. Yao Guangwen then
learned that 50,000 Dingzhou soldiers had marched out of the city from Jiading Pass, crossing the Daling River and the Guanzhong Mountains day and night, and suddenly appeared at
Feilongpo outside the city.
In the morning, Yao Guangwen stood trembling on the city wall and looked down at Feilongpo. He was nearly scared out of his wits.
He saw countless camps stretching out across Feilongpo, their fiery dragon banners like endless clouds. Inside the camps, swords, spears, and halberds
stood like a forest, and countless soldiers were arranging their troops and practicing siege tactics. Elite cavalrymen in black iron armor
would occasionally run out in groups and circle Changjun City, a sight that terrified Yao Guangwen. He then saw countless armored
soldiers, hands on their swords, marching out of the camp in waves. Yao Guangwen then saw twenty... When the imposing cannons
were placed in the commander's tent, everyone's heart sank...
Even the prefect Yao Guangwen was terrified, let alone the soldiers who had never experienced war
. Changjun was no match for Dingzhou; the people of Dingzhou were fierce and had fought against the Northern troops and Mongols. Yao
Guangwen had maintained peaceful relations with the Northern Kingdom for years, but who knew war would suddenly break out...
Although it was raining in the middle of the night, the lively places were still bustling as usual, a scene of decadent indulgence
, like the brothels.
Brothels were a melting pot of all sorts of people. For example, two unfamiliar faces walked in
. Both were young men; the one in the lead was burly, with a sword at his waist. He had
sword-like eyebrows, a handsome face, and a hint of youthful arrogance in his eyes. As soon as he entered the brothel, his eyebrows twitched slightly.
He found a secluded spot by the window where no one was around, but even so, from a distance, one could tell at a glance that
he was an exceptional individual. The
other person was much more refined and cultured, with delicate features and a scholarly air. Tall and slender, he wore
a purple robe and exuded a gentlemanly demeanor. These two were none other than Zhu Lin and Xu Liang. It was
said that when Xu Liang's martial arts school was established, Zhao Qingqing had taken a liking to him and assigned him to Zhu Lin's school as well
.
These two men, aside from their handsome faces and extraordinary demeanor, were dressed in luxurious clothes adorned with gold and jade, clearly indicating their wealth
. Immediately, a heavily made-up madam came over to serve them attentively. This madam was only in her thirties,
still possessing a certain charm and beauty. Zhu Lin, however, disdained those ordinary beauties and demanded the finest wine and
the best women. He casually tossed out two gold ingots, making the madam overjoyed. She immediately ordered others
to come and serve them.
Zhu Lin, growing impatient, waved the madam away. Xu Liang, sitting beside him, suddenly asked, "General,
what kind of wine do you like to drink?"
Zhu Lin feigned a moment's thought, then raised an eyebrow and smiled, "I once drank Daughter's
Red with the princess; it's quite good."
Hearing him mention Zhao Qingqing, Xu Liang couldn't help but clasp his hands respectfully, saying, "Not only is the princess like a fairy,
but she is truly a rare and extraordinary woman. I am honored to serve her."
Zhu Lin lightly stroked his cheek, smiling casually, "The princess is indeed an extraordinary woman, but Mr. Xu has been
..." "The Lord himself dispatched you to the front lines. Sir, your future is bright! Unlike me, a rough fellow who knows nothing but fighting,
I'll have to teach you a lot in the future."
Xu Liang couldn't resist Zhu Lin's flattery. It was also quite inconvenient for the two of them, one a scholar and the other a warrior, to talk
. Zhao Qingqing had specially sent Xu Liang to the front lines; perhaps she had a deeper purpose. Zhu Lin didn't think too
much about it. Since Changjun was completely surrounded, there was no need to worry about Yao Guangwen causing any trouble. Both of them were
outstanding figures of their time, skilled and daring, so they brazenly sneaked into the city to gather intelligence.
The more war there was, the more people indulged in pleasure. While still alive,
they wanted to enjoy themselves as much as possible, and brothels were naturally the best choice. The two waited a short while before fine wine and food were served, and two graceful beauties
came down from upstairs one after the other. Even with Zhu Lin's discerning eye, he couldn't help but scrutinize her closely.
Before she even arrived, a captivating fragrance wafted over. Her waist-length hair flowed freely, her jet-black strands tied with two snow-white ribbons.
Her graceful movements were alluring, the flowing hair and ribbons adding to her ethereal beauty, almost making Zhu Lin
wonder if he'd come to the wrong place.
As he watched, the woman's delicate figure shifted, her snow-white dress shimmering in the candlelight.
She possessed an innate, ethereal quality, her expression serene and intelligent. The swaying of her skirt subtly revealed her
two beautiful feet, making Zhu Lin swallow hard. As she drew closer, he could see her clearly.
The first thing that catches the eye is her snow-white skin. It would be a
pity if a beautiful woman didn't have fair skin, and her skin was as white as jade. Her delicate face was incredibly charming and alluring.
Her eyebrows were slender, and her clear eyes were like autumn water, gazing at people with gentle tenderness, making one feel
weak in the knees. Her alluring figure was taller than that of an ordinary woman, and her fair and smooth skin, partially exposed, tempted one to swallow
hard. Zhu Lin's gaze then fell on her full and firm breasts, their rounded shape full of temptation. Zhu Lin's eyes then
fell on her waist, which was wrapped with a snow-white jade belt, and his mind went blank. Her waist was so soft that it seemed impossible to hold it in one hand.
As she walked, her two slender hands hidden in her gauze sleeves made one want to bite them.
Zhu Lin was dumbfounded, and Xu Liang on the other side wasn't much better off. He saw
another fairy maiden following behind the white-clad beauty. She had an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and bright, long eyes.
She walked towards him with a radiant air. She wore a purple silk dress over a pink bodice embroidered with large flowers. The pink bodice was already alluring
, but the two jade-like breasts inside, high and firm like two mountain peaks, made it even more breathtaking.
The two women outshone everyone else, attracting all eyes. The two fairy maidens walked one after the other.
The purple-clad fairy maiden seemed to find the beauty in front walking too fast and couldn't help but call out, "Qian'er..."
Her voice was like a clear spring, extremely pleasant to hear. Upon hearing the name Qian'er, Zhu Lin's mind suddenly jolted
. These two women were none other than Liu Qianxue and Liu Yanxue.
The legend of the Twin Willows has always been a popular topic of conversation, and the Twin Palace Masters of Yaochi have always been
a focus of intense interest from various powerful forces. The Dingzhou government entrusted the management of its highly valued martial arts and literature academies to Ouyang Ni of Yaochi, demonstrating
the importance of those from Yaochi.
Seeing the elegant and noble air emanating from them, Zhu Lin couldn't let this opportunity
slip by. He quickly rose and invited, "If you two ladies don't mind the abruptness, would you please join me for a few drinks?"
He truly couldn't believe that the Twin Palace Masters of Yaochi, revered as goddesses, such beautiful and captivating
women, would appear in such a small town.
The leading beauty was naturally Liu Qianxue. With a graceful movement, her voice, as pure and ethereal as a fragrant orchid in a secluded valley,
said, "Since you have invited me, sir, I will gladly join you for a few drinks."
Her long dress shimmered, and she walked gracefully towards them from the candlelight. Liu
Qianxue seemed rather taciturn, simply moving her lotus-like steps closer. The two women sat down beside them, and Zhu Lin and Xu Liang were immediately
struck by their beauty. The air was filled with fragrance. Looking at the two stunningly beautiful women before them, Xu Liang couldn't help but stammer
. Zhu Lin, on the other hand, had seen more of the world. He cut to the chase, saying, "To be honest, you two must be the two
Palace Masters of Yaochi."
Upon hearing this, Liu Qianxue's beautiful face remained expressionless; she simply nodded gracefully
in acknowledgment. Zhu Lin then said in a low voice, "Dingzhou desperately desires the two Palace Masters, but alas, while you two have traveled
the world, your jade feet have never set foot in Dingzhou. It's truly a pity..."
Liu Qianxue's beautiful eyes lifted slightly, landing on Zhu Lin's face. She glanced at him briefly, as if seeing right through him, and
her red lips trembled slightly as she breathed softly, "How is Qingqing?"
Liu Yanxue's words left Zhu Lin speechless. Zhao Qingqing was not only considered the most beautiful woman in the world,
a celestial being, but also a princess of the Great Liang Kingdom. Yet Liu Yanxue spoke of her so casually,
as if it were a habit. How could Zhu Lin not be shocked?
Zhu Lin knew that the title of the Twin Palace Masters of Yaochi was not undeserved, so he suppressed his surging shock and clasped his
hands in a smile, saying, "Her Highness the Princess is in good health and everything is fine in Dingzhou."
Liu Yanxue emerged a delicate, white hand from her sleeve, gently smoothing a few stray strands of hair from her fragrant shoulder, and whispered
, "What about Yifan?"
Zhu Lin felt a pang of bitterness at the thought of Yan Yifan, and replied stiffly, "He has defected to the Northern Tartars."
Liu Yanxue, who had remained silent, said in a voice as beautiful as jade, "That's difficult..." "Strange, Yifan is stubborn, so this day
was not unexpected."
Zhu Lin thought of these two beauties, who were rarely seen, and couldn't help but
ask curiously, "May I ask what brings the two palace masters to the border?"
Liu Yanxue frowned slightly upon hearing this and said, "There are ghosts and monsters causing trouble in the border region, which have transformed into my appearance to licentiously
harass the palace and harm the common people. My sister and I have come here specifically for this reason."
Zhu Lin's eyes widened in surprise and he asked, "There are ghosts and monsters in this world?"
Liu... Qianxue gently raised her stunningly beautiful face, her lovely eyes gazing out the window as she sighed softly, "The world is in chaos, thirteen kingdoms
stand side by side, and the demons of foreign lands are once again unable to resist stirring up trouble. Humanity
faces another calamity. Who will ultimately control this vast land? Who will rule? Where is there any peace?"
Zhu Lin and Xu Liang were completely bewildered, but just as they were about to ask a question, the two beautiful women
suddenly vanished right before their eyes. This startled them greatly, causing them to break out in a cold sweat. They looked up... Wiping away sweat, he
was suddenly interrupted by a drunken shout from outside the door: "Who rules the world? Your empires all belong to me!"
Xu Liang abruptly grabbed Zhu Lin's arm and said in a deep voice, "General, please look, this boy is no ordinary person!"
Zhu Lin followed his gaze and indeed saw a chubby little beggar, dressed in tattered clothes
, drinking from a wine jug he had stolen from somewhere, completely drunk and staggering as he walked. His
dark face had a pair of sly, gleaming eyes.
Those who do this kind of business hate beggars the most. Several gatekeepers, sticks in hand, would chase after them and beat them. As the saying goes,
alcohol emboldens the coward, and the chubby little guy, having downed a jug of wine, was fearless, even if the Heavenly King himself came. Drunk, he pointed and cursed
, "Hey! Do you know who I, Little Mudfish, am? I, Little Mudfish, have been to the palace and sat on the dragon throne
! Get out of my way!"
He had barely finished cursing when several sticks rained down on him, accompanied by a torrent of curses: "Damn you!
A plucked phoenix is worse than a dragon!" "Chicken, you really think you're something special?"
Sticks flew everywhere, and in the blink of an eye, Little Mudfish was writhing on the ground. After a good beating, he
sobered up a bit and begged for mercy, clutching his head, "Ouch! They're hitting me! They're going to kill me! Help!"
Little Mudfish's wailing and howling grew more and more pitiful in the middle of the night. These men weren't afraid of killing him;
just as they were about to unleash their full power, the madam came to his rescue. It turned out that Zhu Lin had instructed her to do so; he had a gut feeling that Little Mudfish
might be a useful person.
The Buddhist temple was shrouded in a light drizzle, and the lights in her small building were still on…
Zhao Qingqing hadn't slept well most of the night, having just helped her lover to bed. A-Juan, yawning, brought her a basin
of water to wash her face, then asked wearily, “Is the young master asleep?”
Zhao Qingqing's expression was gentle as she reached out her snow-white hand to lightly stroke his face, softly saying, “He just fell asleep
. He must be tired from the long journey.”
A-Juan huffed, “Honestly, the young master is all comfortable and falls asleep right away, but what about you, Princess?”
Zhao Qingqing gently tucked him in, softly saying, “He's just too tired, but
you've really had a hard night, A-Juan.”
A-Juan covered her mouth and yawned, saying, “I just don't like…” "I tormented you for most of the night, then, after I was done
, I just fell asleep without even
a second thought for you." Zhao Qingqing didn't seem to care much, a gentle smile on her face as she said, "I can endure this little hardship
. To be honest, I'm his betrothed, chosen since childhood. Actually, aside from his
extreme possessiveness towards me, Yan Lang is good in every other way. But I don't think it's a big deal; it's normal for a man to be lustful . If
he weren't, I'd find it rather strange."
A-Juan, unable to resist her drowsiness, said, "Princess, I'll go back to sleep now."
After saying this, she glanced at Yan Yifan, who was lying unconscious in bed, and seeing him sleeping soundly, suddenly said:
"Princess, if you feel tired, you can go to someone's room and sleep together."
Zhao Qingqing chuckled upon hearing this, "Silly girl, what are you saying? Go back to sleep."
Just as she finished speaking, Yan Yifan, in his sleep, mumbled incoherently, "Qing'er... Qing'er..."
A-Juan blinked, and had no choice but to go back to sleep alone. The rain continued to fall outside. Zhao Qingqing gently removed her delicate
clothes and tenderly lay down in bed. As soon as she lay down, her lover reached out and pulled her into his arms in his sleep
, murmuring to himself...
He was truly exhausted. Zhao Qingqing knew that the two childhood sweethearts, who had grown up together, understood each other too well
; some things didn't need to be said, the other would already know.
Chapter Fifty-Two: Ferrying People, Drinking Wine in the Jianghu.
A-Juan got up early today, a habit she had cultivated over many years. A-Juan usually didn't have much to do besides following Zhao Qingqing
, so she was quite idle. When she was bored, she would water the flowers in the yard by herself
.
Everyone has hobbies. For example, some lecherous individuals like Zhu Lin, Wu De, and Murong Chong, with their haughty views
, are all obsessed with women. Zhu Yao, a renowned beauty and talented woman, naturally enjoys
the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. A-Juan also has a hobby:
watering flowers! She loves watering flowers for fun. Normally, she doesn't do much all day except
talk to Zhao Qingqing. But now, even this enjoyable activity is impossible. It's raining;
what's the point of watering flowers…
A-Juan couldn't help but sigh softly by the door. Zhu Lin at the front lines had successfully trapped Changjun, and Her Highness the Princess…
This man is exceptionally intelligent; Changjun is surely going to be Dingzhou's for the taking this time. The only worry is
when the northern reinforcements will arrive. The northern soldiers are known for their ferocity and are indeed difficult to deal with, even though their commander is the incompetent Murong Cheng!
A-Juan stared blankly at the misty rain, her vision blurring slightly. Through the drizzle, someone
came down the corridor—none other than Li Mu, followed by Zhang Biao. These two were fellow townsmen separated for many years
, and their reunion was a rare treat, so they had much to say. Li Mu was calm and collected, never revealing his
emotions, making him unpredictable. Zhang Biao seemed simpler, A-Juan thought.
Li Mu gently flicked the water droplets from his face, his voice carrying the unique charm of a mature man as he smiled and said, "
Good morning, Miss Juan."
Although Juan was Zhao Qingqing's maid, she was Zhao Qingqing's closest confidante,
so it was normal for Li Mu to be polite to her. Besides, Juan was a rather beautiful girl, but because she was always
around a stunning beauty like Zhao Qingqing, many people overlooked her beauty.
Juan pulled herself out of her rambling thoughts and smiled, "Good morning, Lord Li.
Are you here to see the princess?"
She was naturally pretty, and even without a stunning beauty like Zhao Qingqing by her side, Juan's
beauty was even more captivating. Today, she was still wearing a pink ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) over a fine light garment, and underneath the garment, a
light green bodice. Half of her breasts peeked out from the bodice, revealing their smooth, snow-white skin, which made even the rough-looking Zhang Biao unable to resist
taking a few more glances. Li Mu stepped forward with a smile and said, "General Zhu has successfully completed the encirclement. This humble servant has come to congratulate Your
Highness."
A-Juan smiled and said, "Alright, I'll take you two over. However, the princess is currently
drinking with some people on Xianghu Lake. It would probably be more lively if you two went."
Hearing this, Li Mu asked with some curiosity, "Oh? The princess is drinking with some people?"
A-Juan raised her pretty face and smiled sweetly, "Indeed, it seems Lord Wu is also there, and my son-in-law is on the boat too."
"It'll be even more lively if you two go over there."
Li Mu gestured for A-Juan to lead the way, his handsome face smiling, "Thank you for leading the way, Miss Juan. I've been wanting to
meet this young master for a long time. In this misty pavilion, what could be more delightful for men to share a drink!"
A-Juan, with her hands behind her back, led the way gracefully, playfully scolding, "Lord Li, don't pester my young master to drink
. He doesn't like to drink much. If you get him drunk, Her Highness the Princess will punish you!"
Li Mu followed... Behind her, someone asked, "I wonder how Her Highness's marriage is going?"
Ah Juan tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said mysteriously, "I shouldn't be saying this, but saying it now
is also a blessing. The groom has always wanted to marry the princess, and he's discussed it with her privately many times recently. But
you're not an outsider, so you've probably heard some rumors. The groom and she are both powerless to change their situation. The princess's
marriage can only be fulfilled when the time is right. These things will be left unsaid later." " We need to talk. After all, she's just a
girl; I don't know anything more."
Li Mu listened to everything, his thoughts drifting and swirling...
A three-story pleasure boat was moored on the shore of Xianghu Lake. Pink peach blossoms lined the banks, and green grass
surrounded the area. The lake scenery was magnificent, with green mountains and clear waters reflecting the boundless beauty. Wu De raised a cup of wine and laughed heartily, "Zhu Lin
successfully besieged Changjun, luring Murong Cheng to lead his army to attack. Seeing that great success is imminent, this old minister congratulates
Your Highness in advance." " In this battle, we will annihilate Murong Cheng's forces, seize Changjun, and achieve great success in Yecheng!"
Zhao Qingqing, her gauze sleeves lightly wrapped around her jade-like hand, delicately raised her wine cup. Her beautiful eyes, like water, gazed at Wu De's face, and she smiled sweetly, saying, "
The decisive battle with the Northern Kingdom is imminent. Time waits for no one. Lord Wu should display his prowess on the battlefield and not disappoint me."
Although Wu De was a fat man, he was a man of both literary and martial talents. He had long known this day would come and was not
surprised at all. On the contrary, he felt a little eager to try, saying, "Princess, rest assured..." "The northern soldiers have been arrogant for so many years,
never taking Dingzhou seriously. This time, it's time to teach them a lesson."
As Wu De spoke, his gaze couldn't help but drift towards Zhao Qingqing. She was wearing a fine yellow gauze
dress, her exquisite face radiating a gentle smile. She casually extended her slender hand, lightly caressing the large expanse of smooth, white skin on her chest. With a clean
and decisive movement, she tilted her head back and downed her glass of wine in one gulp. The wine flushed her fair skin, and
her eyes shimmered with a watery light. In an instant... Even the ethereal fairy's face held a touch of allure...
Wu De secretly admired Zhao Qingqing's every smile and gesture. The skin peeking out from beneath her robes was truly
pristine and flawless, snow-white and delicate enough to break at a touch. Below, his gaze fell upon her two round,
full breasts encased in a pale yellow bodice. Even the gauze sleeves covering her jade-like hands reflected a crystalline luster,
revealing her snow-white arms, flawless and utterly captivating.
This voyeuristic glimpse sent a shiver down Wu De's spine. If Yan Yifan hadn't been there,
he probably would have immediately knelt at the beauty's feet, pounding his chest and pledging to go through fire and water for her
.
Wu De's peeking displeased Yan Yifan, who was standing nearby. Yan Yifan, usually a
refined and gentle man, was displeased that Wu De was watching Zhao Qingqing so closely. Even with his good manners, Yan Yifan's expression darkened. Fortunately, Zhao
Qingqing noticed her lover's expression in time. Although secretly pleased, she quickly gave him a
subtle wink to comfort him. Wu De, being a shrewd old man, reacted instantly, coughing to hide his embarrassment and saying with a smile, "
Brother Yan, you are truly young and promising."
Yan Yifan smiled and replied generously, "Lord Wu flatters me. If we're talking about young talent, the Four
Princes of the Northern Kingdom are certainly among them. " "He is indeed a hero of his generation."
Wu De shook his head disdainfully and said, "That's wrong! Murong Chong is a Tartar from the North. We Liang people don't side with him.
Besides, Brother Yan and my princess are deeply in love. I'll be frank, Murong Chong is
a very cunning Tartar, not a good person."
Yan Yifan listened attentively, smiled slightly, poured himself a cup of wine, and slowly sipped it,
saying lightly, "Hmm, what Lord Wu said is right. Murong Chong is indeed not a good person."
Wu De slapped his thigh and said with great satisfaction, "That's right! Murong Chong is the worst kind of person, Brother Yan is truly..."
"He's a man of strong emotions."
After saying this, Wu De's old eyes darted between Zhao Qingqing and Yan Yifan before finally speaking:
"Brother Yan isn't an outsider either. I wonder when you and the princess settled down in marriage?"
Zhao Qingqing, hearing someone talk about her marriage, looked tenderly at her lover. Seeing his disappointed expression, she couldn't
bear to see him linger on this matter any longer. She looked into his eyes and said softly, "After Murong Chi dies, there
will inevitably be internal strife in the Northern Kingdom. At that time, Yan Yifan and I will have no more scruples and can marry each other openly.
We can announce it to the world without any problem."
Yan Yifan had long wanted to marry Zhao Qingqing. Although he knew that his current situation was not good, not to mention the rumors and gossip, the circumstances
did not allow it, but things were still possible. He had always brought up the matter of marriage with Zhao Qingqing, but Zhao Qingqing was quite rational and had directly
refused to talk about it many times. How could he not be happy when Zhao Qingqing gave him a clear answer this time? His face instantly cleared of
worry, replaced by a spirited expression as he stared intently at Zhao Qingqing's pretty face.
After Zhao Qingqing spoke those words, she felt a huge weight lifted from her shoulders. Wu De clapped
his hands in delight, saying, "Then this old man and that fellow Balu will have to drink a few more cups of celebratory wine."
Yan Yifan put down his wine cup, thought seriously for a moment, and slowly said, "There's nothing to fear about Murong Cheng. Lord Wu is a seasoned warrior
, and this time you know Murong Cheng's troops inside and out. Victory at Dingzhou is assured. Even without my intelligence,
Murong Cheng would be like a moth drawn to a flame, never to return."
Wu De chuckled, "That's true, but without Brother Yan's extensive intelligence, I, Old Wu, would have had
to take many detours."
Zhao Qingqing remained composed, raised her wine cup, took a light sip, and said calmly, "I want to see Murong Cheng with my own eyes." " Your Highness
, I demand his head! I want him alive or dead! Don't let Murong Cheng escape!"
Wu De clasped his fists respectfully and said, "This old minister will personally cut off Murong Cheng's head and present it to Your Highness!"
However, he asked with considerable curiosity, "Murong Cheng is a complete waste. Why does Your Highness insist on having his head?"
Zhao Qingqing played with her delicate hands, and casually said, "According to reliable intelligence, not only is Murong
Chi old and weak, but he also caught a cold during the expedition to Chahar. He won't live for more than a few years.
Murong Chi's birthday is in a few days, and I want to give him a gift to make him happy."
Wu De slapped his thigh, suddenly realized what she meant, and laughed, "Your Highness is brilliant! Take his son's head!"
"Giving it to him as a birthday present would only infuriate that old scoundrel."
Zhao Qingqing shook her head and said softly with a smile, "You're praising the wrong person. Actually, this was all Li Mu's
idea for me. Li Mu said that Murong Chi is disappointed in his son Murong Cheng, but he still dotes on him.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent him to Ye City to become a local tyrant. Li Mu repeatedly assured me that if Murong Cheng's
head could be cut off and sent as a birthday present, Murong Chi would definitely not live more than two months after seeing it. I considered it carefully, and
although I felt that this method was too vicious, one shouldn't be so merciful in chaotic times."
Yan Yifan was silent for a long time before saying, "The two most powerful princes in the Northern Kingdom are both eager to have Murong Chi..." "We all hope Murong Chi dies sooner
rather than later. After he's gone, the power structure of the world will be re-established
."
A heartfelt exclamation of praise suddenly rang out, "Brother Yan, you're right!" Yan Yifan looked up and saw that it was A-Juan leading
Li Mu, followed by the burly Zhang Biao. Li Mu bowed respectfully, his gaze sharp as he looked at Yan Yifan's
face, cupping his fists and smiling, "Brother Yan, your words are truly insightful! You've revealed a fact that so many people wouldn't even dare
to consider!"
Wu De chuckled, "Murong Chi is a force to be reckoned with, he's turned Liang into a trembling bird, and in the North
, he's practically a god of war. It's normal for others to fear him, but we're not afraid of him."
[To be continued]

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