【The Legend of Fairy Mingxue】(46-47 episodes)

Author: Princess
Date: 2016/10/30 Published on Forum
First Published: Yes
Word Count: 10452
Chapter 46: Out of the Wolf's Den, into the Tiger's Lair
A-Juan knew her heart was heavy. After all, Zhao Qingqing had traveled from her hometown to the border, where the weather was unpredictable, sometimes
sunny and clear, sometimes snowing heavily and bitterly cold. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but say, "Princess... don't be
sad, things will get better..."
Zhao Qingqing picked up a book beside her and carefully flipped through it, saying, "Actually, it's just like this, it can't get much worse
."
At noon, a large army marched through the surrounding mountains. Along the way, the army's
fiery red flags fluttered like clouds in the wind, and the accompanying soldiers were strong and healthy. The tens of thousands of government troops stretched as far as the eye could see
, with swords, spears, and halberds like a forest. Eight thousand Dingzhou soldiers, each with a sword at their waist and carrying strong bows and arrows,
marched forward in a procession. The weather was bright and warm at noon.
A-Juan lifted the carriage curtain and saw that Zhu Lin was nowhere to be seen. Only a large number of Tiger Guards surrounded the carriage on both
sides. The scenery outside the curtain was beautiful. Although it wasn't exactly lush green mountains and clear waters, there were ancient trees in clusters, countless majestic mountains,
and even birds singing and flowers blooming. A-Juan looked around for a while, then closed the curtain and looked at Zhao Qingqing beside her. Zhao Qingqing was
aloof and didn't like crowds. She was reading a book seriously. A breeze blew into the carriage, causing her beautiful hair to flutter.
A few strands of hair brushed against her snow-white cheeks. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her beauty was unparalleled, so stunning that one dared not look directly at her
. Even though A-Juan was a woman, she couldn't help but glance at Zhao Qingqing's face a few more times. Such a beautiful girl—
perhaps she truly was a celestial being descended to earth…
A-Juan was mesmerized when Zhao Qingqing suddenly raised her pretty face and asked, "Have you seen Zhu Lin?"
A-Juan snapped out of her reverie and giggled, "No, that lecherous Zhu Lin, he's always
chasing after you like a fly, Princess. This time he's been much more well-behaved."
Zhao Qingqing lightly gathered her snow-white gauze sleeves with her jade-like hands… Zhao Qingqing calmly put down her book and said, "Zhu Lin has probably been very busy these past few days.
Let him be busy; it'll give me some peace and quiet. Besides, he's so promising at such a young age; Zhu Yao would be happy for him if she knew."
A-Juan leaned closer to Zhao Qingqing, inhaling her alluring fragrance, and blinked, saying, "No, that's not true.
Wu De may like to secretly look at the princess, but only secretly. Unlike Zhu Lin.
Many people know that Zhu Lin likes you, Princess. It's obvious at a glance. When Zhu Lin peeks at you, he practically wants to devour you!"
Zhao Qingqing replied calmly, "I entrusted Zhu Lin with important military and national affairs. If he's still indulging in lust, then I've misjudged
him."
A-Juan realized she had misspoke and quickly covered her mouth. In the mountains, there were always
hunting grounds. At midday, the weather was bright, and the sun was warm. As the army set up camp,
Zhao Qingqing, her face veiled in yellow gauze, dressed in a snow-white robe that shone with a crystalline luster, her slender figure pure and beautiful, surrounded by a large group of civil and
military officials... Surrounded by a multitude of stars, she surveyed the assembled troops with her beautiful eyes and said calmly, "Begin."
At her command, the hunt officially commenced. Below the hillside, over a dozen cannons aimed at the majestic mountains, loaded shells
, and fired, the deafening roar of the cannons sending billows of dust and flying rocks flying.
Wild animals scattered in terror from the deep forests, and even the roars of tigers could be heard. The army's banners billowed like clouds, and as far as the eye could see,
they surged forward like a whirlwind across the mountains. Horns blared, war drums beat wildly, and... General Lu, his face beaming with joy, said, "This old minister
has heard that brave warriors can hunt tigers. If any soldier manages to kill a tiger, what reward will Your Highness bestow?"
Zhao Qingqing lightly brushed her hair aside and chuckled, "General, you have such lofty ambitions. Do you wish to personally draw your bow and shoot a
tiger?"
General Balu proudly replied, "Indeed, this old minister's only regret in life is not being able to personally kill a tiger
. I wonder if today's hunt will fulfill this long-cherished wish."
Zhao Qingqing listened attentively and smiled faintly, "A general is the claw and teeth of the nation, General Balu..." " In my eyes, you
are no different from a tiger. As a woman, I am bound to be incapable of governing Dingzhou's military and political affairs. I rely entirely on
you gentlemen."
Upon hearing this, all the civil and military officials bowed in agreement. Zhao Qingqing ordered the preparation of fruits and wine, then beautifully removed
her veil, revealing her stunningly beautiful face. She smiled faintly and said, "On the occasion of today's hunt, I would like to first offer a toast to all of you."
As she spoke, she raised her wine cup and drank it all in one gulp, a blush spreading across her snow-white cheeks, making her even more
breathtakingly beautiful . The sight of the fairy-like beauty before them was breathtaking, making it difficult to look directly at her. General Balu, Wu De, and Zhu Lin all raised their cups in return,
creating a lively atmosphere filled with laughter. As the wine flowed freely, some of the generals couldn't resist demonstrating their martial arts skills before the princess.
They all rubbed their hands together, eager to add to the merriment by shooting at targets. General Balu was pushed forward by the crowd to shoot
an arrow, and unable to refuse their enthusiasm, he reluctantly picked up his bow, drew the arrow, held his breath
, and fired. The arrow struck the bullseye a hundred paces away, drawing cheers and applause from the crowd.
Zhu Lin, seeing this, could
n't resist the urge to try his hand at archery. Suddenly, his gaze fell on Zhao Qingqing's face, and a clever idea struck him. "The generals of Dingzhou all know that the princess's martial arts and magic are extraordinary," he said, "but none of them have witnessed it firsthand. Why doesn't the princess demonstrate her archery skills herself?"
What a delightful thing it would be if the beauty herself drew the bow! The ministers cheered. Zhao Qingqing sat gracefully in the center, her delicate figure
clad in a white dress, like a fairy. Her beautiful eyes swept over the hunters, and she said, "Then I will make a fool of myself."
She ordered A-Juan to fetch a bow and arrow, which Zhao Qingqing elegantly accepted. She rolled up her sleeves, revealing her snow-white wrists
. Just then, a flock of wild geese flew overhead. A-Juan exclaimed joyfully, "Princess, Princess, wild geese in the sky! Wild
geese in the sky!"
Zhao Qingqing raised her pretty face, drew her bow, aimed it at the sky, and swiftly released the string. The arrow whistled through the air,
and a wild goose fell to the ground. The crowd stared in astonishment. Amazed, Zhao Qingqing tossed aside her bow and arrows and smiled faintly, "I've heard that the generals
are keen to reform the armies of Dingzhou. Why not settle it today?"
Wu De solemnly took out a map from his robes, sat cross-legged beside Zhao Qingqing, and said, "Gentlemen,
the princess has accepted the generals' suggestions and instructed this old minister and General Balu to formulate a new military system. Please listen attentively."
Wu De, unusually serious, cleared his throat and said, "Dingzhou has a total of 160,000 troops: 40,000 cavalry, 20,000 soldiers
, and 100,000 infantry. Lord Li Mu has submitted a memorial, frankly pointing out the shortcomings of each army. So you dare to speak out..."
" Your Majesty is deeply pleased. Having a loyal and righteous man like Lord Li is truly a blessing for Dingzhou. Your Majesty, judging by merit, has decided
to make an exception and promote Lord Li three ranks to the position of Prefect of Dingzhou, in charge of local criminal justice."
Upon hearing this, Li Mu knelt to express his gratitude. Zhao Qingqing nodded slightly in acknowledgment. Wu De, with a solemn expression, continued, "The 100,000
infantrymen of Dingzhou are organized into five garrisons, the 40,000 cavalrymen into two garrisons, and the 20,000 local militia into one garrison. Your Majesty appoints General Balu to lead
one garrison of 20,000 infantrymen and another garrison of 20,000 cavalrymen to guard Feilong Pass in Dingzhou."
General Balu rose and knelt before Zhao Qingqing, his face filled with excitement, saying, "This old minister will certainly fulfill his duty as a loyal subject and guard
Feilong Pass!"
Zhao Qingqing personally bent down and supported General Balu's arm. Zhao Qingqing sighed softly, "General, you are someone I rely on.
You have fought for Dingzhou for half your life. You should be enjoying the happiness of your children and grandchildren, but you are burdened by military and political affairs. In your old age, you are
guarding the border for Dingzhou. I feel deeply pained whenever I think of this. I hope that
you will take good care of yourself while you are guarding Feilong Pass, far away from Dingzhou."
General Balu was moved to tears, choked with emotion and unable to speak. Zhao Qingqing personally handed him the military tally and
helped him sit down beside her. "The old general will soon be traveling to Feilong Pass. Sit beside me,
and I will personally see him off from the city tower when he departs."
General Balu wiped away his tears and thanked her again. Wu De then said, "Your Highness appoints this old minister, Wu De, to lead two infantry garrisons, totaling
40,000 men, to garrison Dingzhou City!"
Wu De paused slightly, his gaze falling on Zhu Lin's face, and said, "Your Highness appoints General Zhu Lin to lead two infantry garrisons, totaling
40,000 men, to garrison Dingzhou City."
Zhu Lin knelt to thank her. Wu De raised his head and said loudly, "Dingzhou City will be arranged as when Lord Yuan was alive. According to
custom, there will be 120,000 troops stationed in the city. General Zhu Lin will lead two garrisons, and the remaining cavalry will be divided into one garrison and one garrison of local soldiers, all under the personal command of Your Highness
. This new system reorganizes the 160,000 troops into eight garrisons, changing the camps into garrisons, with 20,000 men in each garrison. Feilong Pass is a newly
built city, and since its construction, it has always been the front line against the Mongols and the Northern Kingdom. It is worth celebrating that the local soldiers of this prefecture
are fiercely armed, and this time, with the strong support of Your Highness..." "Four more powerful warships have been built to equip the local troops,
and thirty cannons have been added to the new Feilong Pass . Although Dingzhou cannot compare with the strength of the Northern Kingdom, it is now strong enough to defend itself."
Zhao Qingqing, with her beautiful face, said softly, "Regarding the issue of taking in refugees, I have decided
to cultivate land in remote areas of Feilong Pass and Dingzhou City, allowing refugees to live and work in peace. The government will provide sufficient seeds, oxen, and farming tools.
This will surely be a good thing for the country and the people. In addition, there are martial arts and literature schools in the city..." " 　　I, Gong Bucai, have appointed myself as the head of the academy, recruiting
talented individuals and offering them official positions to serve the government. The important matters have been settled; please enjoy yourselves today." The crowd exclaimed that the princess was wise. Zhao Qingqing only smiled in response. The sight of the riders galloping 　　down the hillside was magnificent, with rare and fierce beasts and other spoils of war being continuously presented. Zhao Qingqing herself rode into the old forest to hunt, surrounded by the crowd . Meanwhile 　　, on the northern front, Murong Ji and Murong Chi rode side-by-side, facing a massive 　　force of 30,000 Mongol cavalry, a dark, overwhelming mass approaching like a swarm of bees. Murong Chong smiled broadly and said, "Third brother, after chasing relentlessly for 　　so long, we've finally caught up! The time to achieve great merit has come! Chahar has no way out. Third brother, 　　we're counting on you now!" 　　Murong Ji said calmly, "A great battle is imminent, and you can still smile, brother. I admire you!" 　　Murong Chong's smile remained undiminished. "Having braved wind and rain, I naturally have nothing to fear. Look, the enemy is charging 　　! 　　" With piercing eyes, he waved his hand, and amidst the booming cannon fire, ten thousand cavalry from the Northern Kingdom charged out to meet the enemy. Before the two sides' cavalry 　　even clashed, cannonballs rained down on each other, causing blood and flesh to fly across the battlefield. The Mongol soldiers were fierce and skilled 　　in mounted archery; as they charged, they drew their bows and nocked arrows on horseback, shooting the Northern soldiers who cried out in agony. The Northern soldiers, however, were strong in their momentum. 　　Amidst the cannon fire and the hail of arrows, they all drew their bows and fired, charging forward desperately. Arrows rained down from both sides, and 　　countless soldiers died on the spot. 　　The Northern soldiers, accustomed to their rampage in battle, charged into the Mongol ranks with tens of thousands of horses, their excitement and frenzy palpable 　　. Murong Chong commanded the artillery to bombard the Mongol rear guard, the battlefield filled with smoke and haze. 　　Murong Ji waved his hand, personally leading his troops to encircle the enemy. The two armies clashed from afternoon until dusk. The Mongol soldiers roared and 　　launched several charges, forcing the Northern soldiers to desperately counterattack. Having exhausted their arrows, the Northern soldiers engaged in close combat, their swords flashing and flashing. 　　Murong Ji led the charge, flanking the Mongol army and cutting them in two. Murong Chong seized the opportunity, leading his troops to 　　charge into the Mongol ranks amidst the hail of artillery fire. 　　When the fighting became fierce and evenly matched, the Mongol army gradually lost its grip and began to show signs of defeat. 　　Murong Ji seized the opportunity to launch another fierce attack. Seeing the situation was favorable, Murong Chong hurriedly led his army to encircle and cut off the Mongol army's retreat. Without the support of Murong Chong's army, 　　Murong Ji was in dire straits, caught in the middle and immediately surrounded. 　　Eager to make a name for himself, Murong Chong pursued the Chahar Khan relentlessly. Knowing that defeat was inevitable, the Chahar Khan led 　　several thousand guards and fled without regard for the fighting. Murong Chong pursued them relentlessly. The Chahar Khan's 　　guards also had a carriage with them. As they ran, the carriage fell behind. Murong Chong shot and killed the driver with an arrow, forcing the carriage to stop 　　. He ordered his men to pursue the Chahar Khan, and he himself took a knife and climbed into the carriage. As soon as he entered the carriage, he felt 　　as if he were in his daughter's boudoir. 　　Inside the carriage huddled a young woman of noble bearing and exceptional beauty. Her age was indiscernible; she appeared 　　as young as a girl, yet her gaze held a depth beyond that of a typical young woman, as if she had experienced the vicissitudes of life on the vast grasslands. 　　Unlike other women, her skin was flawless, snow-white and delicate. Her face was like a lotus emerging from water, and her bright eyes 　　held a scholarly air reminiscent of women from Jiangnan. Her alluring figure was clad in a pink dress, her hair styled in an elegant updo, highlighting 　　her exquisite and beautiful face. Murong Chong, looking down from his vantage point, could see right into her bosom. Two smooth, translucent breasts pressed 　　together, gleaming with an extremely alluring luster. Her breasts were like snow, and Murong Chong's gaze was undisguisedly greedy. Her feminine vulnerability 　　made her look fearfully at the young man who had climbed into the carriage. Murong Chong's armor was stained with blood, and he reeked of 　　filth, a stark contrast to this beautiful and noble young woman… 　　Finally, she mustered her courage, her delicate hands protecting her breasts from his defiled gaze. Biting her red lips, 　　she said fearfully, "I…I am Consort Jiang, the little prince's mother…"

Murong Chong's bloodstained knife fell to the ground with a thud. Like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep, he pounced on the beautiful woman.
Jiang Fei struggled desperately, her jade hands weakly resisting Murong Chong's invasion.
Murong Chong, panting heavily, climbed on the beautiful woman's delicate body, wildly licking her snow-white neck. He tore open the beautiful woman's clothes, revealing a pair of full breasts. Murong Chong's mouth went
dry at the sight, and he lowered his head to suckle and lick the beautiful woman's alluring snow-capped peaks like a hungry wolf, committing beastly acts. Jiang Fei cried her heart
out, but it was all in vain.
Without a doubt, the Chahar Mongols were completely eradicated. On the battlefield, 30,000 Mongol soldiers lay dead, their bodies
piled high, smoke billowing and rising into the sky. The setting sun was like blood. Murong Chi, in high spirits, composed a poem on the spot. Murong
Ji, his armor dripping with blood, led his army to a carriage. Inside, they heard a woman's desperate cries,
accompanied by helpless groans. The carriage shook violently, and the man inside roared madly. Murong Ji's face darkened with rage. He
abruptly lifted the carriage curtain, and saw... In the torchlight, Murong Chong, naked, straddled the snow-white, beautiful
body of a woman. His buttocks pounded wildly, his thick penis thrusting violently. With each thrust, a
large, hard penis plunged deep into the woman's delicate vagina, causing it to overflow with fluids, a scene of utter chaos. His penis,
covered in white semen, fiercely entered and exited the pink vagina. The woman's vagina had been penetrated countless times by Murong Chong, so much so that
each deep thrust produced a thick stream of white semen. Murong, enraged, roared: "Fourth brother, do you know what you're doing?"
Murong Chong's movements didn't slow down; instead, he became even more forceful, his penis pounding into the beautiful woman's jade hole like a storm. He
excitedly and wildly exclaimed, "Ah, it's just fucking a woman, this bitch's tender hole feels so good, and her breasts are
top-notch too! Ah, my little brother's coming, coming!" As he spoke, his buttocks thrust wildly, his entire penis frantically penetrating her jade hole.
The beautiful woman at the tip of his penis writhed and screamed incessantly, her small mouth agape. Murong Chong babbled incoherently, desperately... He embraced the beautiful woman
, their bodies merging into one, and ejaculated completely before stopping. Only after a long while did he reluctantly
climb off her, dress, and get off the carriage, beaming with satisfaction.
Murong Ji angrily cursed Murong Chong as a beast, but Murong Chong, in high spirits and feeling completely comfortable,
sneered, "Little Prince's mother, if others can sleep with me, why can't I? Third Brother, why do you side with outsiders and
distance yourself from your younger brother?"
Murong Ji, enraged, immediately... Murong Chong, about to draw his sword, retreated several steps, his face contorted with rage. "What, Third Brother, do you want
to kill me?"
he demanded. Murong Ji, persuaded by his personal guards, reluctantly released his sword. Murong Chong snorted and deliberately
said, "This woman, I want her! No one can take her from me. Now that I've killed her, she's mine!"
Murong Ji, his anger blazing, roared, "You worthless wretch, is this all you've got?"
Murong Chong sneered. As the two men locked in a tense standoff, seemingly on the verge of drawing their swords, Murong Chi... Upon receiving the news
, he rushed over immediately. Without asking any questions, he slapped Murong Chong across the face and roared, "The Imperial Concubine
is of noble status! How dare you, you beast, rape her! I will never forgive you!" He drew his sword to kill Murong Chong.
Murong Chi's face flushed red as he repeatedly threatened to kill Murong Chong. At this moment, someone spoke up to plead for him. This person was
none other than Consort Jiang. Consort Jiang, having been brutally raped by Murong Chong, should not normally plead for him. However, this woman, in fact,
pleaded for Murong Chong's life. She knelt on the ground, looking incredibly frail, and sobbed, "Ignorance is no excuse, Your Highness
did not know that I was Consort Jiang. This time, I was saved by Your Highness, please forgive me..."
Murong Chi then dropped his sword and said angrily, "If it weren't for Consort Jiang's plea, I would never have spared you."
Murong Chong knelt on the ground, looking utterly pathetic. Murong Ji's expression was unfriendly. Murong Chi's gaze fell on Consort Jiang's face, and he saw that this
woman was indeed a top-tier beauty. No wonder Murong Chong couldn't resist her. He coughed and personally went over to support her delicate shoulders. The moment he touched her ,
he felt her soft, fragrant skin and couldn't help but squeeze her shoulders to help her up. He said, "Today
's events were my fault for failing to properly educate my son. Please don't worry, Your Highness. Anyone present who dares to spread this matter will be executed. I will take charge and allow Your
Highness to stay at the Third Prince's residence to meet the young prince and his mother."
Murong Ji's expression softened slightly, and he strode over to help His Highness up, saying, "Once you're at the residence
, you're family. Your Highness, there's no need for such formalities."
His Highness could only softly thank him. She had just escaped one danger only to fall into another!
Chapter 47: The Long and Arduous Battle from the Desperate Situation
When the Lord of Dingzhou returned from the hunt, it was just dusk. His army, like a long dragon with torches, escorted the princess
's carriage back to the city. The city was bustling and lively, with lanterns hanging high on both sides of the streets. Countless people were watching the spectacle, and the city
was incredibly lively!
She thought about many things in the carriage. When she returned to the princess's residence, the night was already deeper.
A gentle breeze blew through the curtains into the room. A-Juan had just brought in a pot of hot tea when
she pushed open the door. The first thing she saw was Zhao Qingqing wearing a tight-fitting white gauze dress that perfectly outlined the girl's alluring curves. Her slender figure was
tall and graceful, and her long hair flowed down her back as she stood by the window. Her exquisite figure was like a plum blossom standing proudly in the snow, like a fairy descended from the heavens.
When Zhao Qingqing turned around, A-Juan noticed that she was holding a jade flute with a red string tied to it. A-Juan put down the teapot
and said with concern, "Princess, it's chilly at night. Be careful not to catch a cold..."
Zhao Qingqing gripped the flute tightly and sat down at the table, resting her pretty face on her hand and smiling faintly, "Actually, we do
n't need to be so polite. Zhu Yao and I aren't strangers..."
Looking at her, A-Juan felt a strange unease. Was Zhao Qingqing mentioning Zhu Yao at this time out
of sisterly affection or jealousy? No matter how generous she was, she was still just a woman, and women need to be cared for.
Zhao Qingqing was no exception. A-Juan absolutely couldn't bear her man frequently sleeping in the same bed with other women while neglecting
her. The time Zhu Lin spent with Zhao Yu'er was so painful for her. Thinking of this, she felt
a certain sympathy for Zhao Qingqing. However, Zhao Qingqing didn't seem to care about having a man with her;
perhaps she was truly used to being alone.
Zhao Qingqing put down her flute, her jade-like hands wrapped in gauze sleeves, and poured herself a cup of tea. The steam rose and swirled around her. She
lightly sipped her tea and smiled, saying, "The only advantage of someone who's been quiet and reserved since childhood is that they're never lonely. For example,
when I was little, my mother taught me that girls should be sensible. The palace was full of dangers; she wanted me to be sensible so I could
better protect myself. Being quiet and reserved became a habit, and that's how I've lived for over ten years."
A-Juan sat down next to her and poured herself a cup of tea. A-Juan gazed intently at the beautiful woman before her. Zhao Qingqing was undoubtedly an
extremely beautiful woman, possessing both beauty and intelligence. There was truly no other fairy in the world as perfect as her.
A-Juan took a few sips of tea and said in a sweet voice, "Everyone in the manor says you're an ice beauty, living alone in your little
house and not letting anyone disturb you. When people hear this, they scold them for being nosy!"
Hearing A-Juan's words, Zhao Qingqing couldn't help but chuckle. This chuckle was breathtakingly beautiful;
even A-Juan, being a woman, dared not look directly at her beauty. Zhao Qingqing said with a girlish charm, "Ice beauty
, ice beauty..." "My dear, it's been years since anyone called me that..."
A-Juan held her teacup in both hands, gulped down a few mouthfuls, and said adorably, "Princess, you truly are
a fairy untouched by worldly affairs!"
Zhao Qingqing's beautiful eyes were like water, as if recalling the past, and she said gently, "Let's change the subject."
A-Juan glanced out the window, noticing the night was growing darker, stood up, walked to the window, and suddenly
said, "It looks like it's going to rain. Oh, it seems like the young master is coming."
Zhao Qingqing put away her water flute and asked, "Really?"
A-Juan nodded vigorously, happily saying, "No mistake, it's the young master."
Zhao Qingqing's beautiful eyes were gentle as water, her expression tender. "Go find an umbrella," she said.
Hearing her instruction, A-Juan quickly ran out to find an umbrella, also wanting some time alone with Zhao Qingqing. Zhao
Qingqing sat at the table, waiting for Yan Yifan's arrival. Not long after, Yan Yifan pushed open the door, still dressed in his usual
simple clothes. Seeing Zhao Qingqing, he smiled happily and said, "I was worried about how Qing'er was doing outside.
It's good to see you back."
Zhao Qingqing was about to get up when Yan Yifan immediately stopped her, placing his hands on her shoulders, his gaze intently
fixed on her beautiful face, scrutinizing her features. He said, "Let me see if Qing'er has changed. You've been so busy and tired these past
few days..." "I've thought and thought, and besides worrying about you, I can't seem to do anything to help you.
To be honest, I really want to do something for you, Qing'er. You know, there are so
many men in this world who like you, but the man who would give up everything for you, including his own life, is the first one I'll ever make."
Zhao Qingqing had never been observed so closely by him before, and couldn't help but smile gently
, saying, "I haven't changed, have I?" Yan Yifan's expression was bright and cheerful as he laughed and said, "No, you haven't changed. You're still breathtakingly beautiful."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but lift her fairy-like body and let her sit on his lap, his arms tightly embracing Zhao
Qingqing's delicate body, panting. He buried his face in her neck, kissing and licking, greedily inhaling her fragrance.
His hands gradually became restless, caressing her delicate body haphazardly, repeatedly saying, "Qing'er, you're so beautiful."
Zhao Qingqing had just met her lover when he pulled her into his arms, showering her with tenderness. All the gentle words she had prepared vanished
, replaced by breathless moans from his advances. Her beautiful face could only blush and pout at him, saying, "Yan Lang, please don't do this
...."
The fairy's shy and pouting expression made Yan Yifan even more intoxicated. Holding a fairy's jade body in his arms,
breathing in her intoxicating fragrance, Yan Yifan was so captivated that he wanted to forcefully kiss her red lips. Qingqing
hurriedly reached out her delicate hand to cover her lover's lips, her face flushed as if drunk, and said, "Yanlang...no...it's getting late, you
should go back..." Hearing Zhao Qingqing tell him to go back now, Yan Yifan was visibly taken aback. Seeing her lover 　　's adorable expression
for the first time, Zhao Qingqing covered her red lips and chuckled, "I'm serious! It 　　's so late already, Yanlang, why don't you come back another time? I'll definitely have warm wine prepared and have the kitchen cook some delicious 　　dishes to entertain you!" 　　Even without mentioning her captivating fairy-like beauty, the fragrance emanating from her red lips was enough to make 　　any man... Men were captivated by her charm. Yan Yifan, who had grown up with her, knew all too well how Zhao Qingqing, this ethereal 　　fairy, could unintentionally display a captivating and irresistible allure that made men lose their composure. He held her even tighter, his cheek 　　rubbing against her smooth skin, his breath heavy as he said, "Qingqing, I've really missed you these past few days..." 　　Zhao Qingqing smiled shyly, "I know, but... it's been so long since we last met, and seeing you like this is really 　　strange... Please don't do this! I'm not feeling well today." Hearing A-Juan coming upstairs made her 　　even more shy, and she cried out, "A-Juan's here! Yan Lang, let me go!" 　　But Yan Yifan wouldn't listen. Ignoring that A-Juan was coming upstairs, his two wicked hands, one on each of her alluring breasts 　　, slowly kneaded them through her clothes. Even through the fabric, they felt smooth and elastic to the touch. Zhao Qingqing let out a soft cry, her 　　body instantly going limp. Taking advantage of the moment, Yan Yifan forcefully kissed her red lips. Zhao Qingqing, unable to speak, 　　struggled breathlessly in her lover's arms. A-Juan, holding an umbrella, had just entered the room when she saw Yan Yifan's hands inside the princess's 　　clothes, grabbing and kneading her breasts. Zhao Qingqing, panting, resisted her lover's forceful kiss. A-Juan couldn't understand 　　why Yan Yifan and Zhao Qingqing's intimacy had escalated to a forced kiss. Her pretty face flushed, she raised her umbrella and said: 　　"Young Master! Umbrella!" 　　Yan Yifan ignored him and continued kissing the fairy's red lips passionately. His arms were 　　filled with the soft, fragrant body of a fairy, so beautiful it was almost unbearable. He was so inexplicably lost in the moment that his tongue instinctively reached for her lips. Zhao Qingqing, however, was too shy to resist 　　. In her haste, she used some force to push her lover away. A-Juan, fiercely protective of her mistress, hurriedly said: 　　"Young Master, the umbrella's here!" 　　Yan Yifan's desire subsided. In truth, his love for Zhao Qingqing was no less than his love for Zhu Yao, but the two couldn't see each other often 　　. His deep and passionate feelings naturally made it difficult to control himself, especially with such a stunning beauty like Zhao Qingqing. Realizing what had happened, 　　he coughed abruptly and said, "It's raining outside." 　　Zhao Qingqing took the umbrella and placed it in her lover's hand, her beautiful face softening with a gentle smile. "Yan Lang, I'm also 　　your fiancée. Why are you in such a hurry? It's getting late, and it's raining outside. Qing'er asked A-Juan to 　　find you an umbrella." 　　Yan Yifan seized the opportunity to grab her delicate hand, finding it quite amusing. "Qing'er even prepared an umbrella 　　?" 　　Zhao Qingqing, gentle as water, reached out a hand to smooth his disheveled hair, softly saying, "My lord, don't be angry 　　. There's no need to rush. Qing'er has been very busy lately. I'll visit you personally when I have more time."

"How about Qing'er is left to Yan Lang's disposal then?"
Yan Yifan had no choice but to take his umbrella and slowly descend the stairs. Zhao Qingqing softly instructed, "A-Juan, please see
Yan Lang off for me."
A-Juan saw Yan Yifan off and hurried upstairs. Zhao Qingqing stood alone by the window, watching her lover
leave. A-Juan asked curiously, "Princess, why did you send your son-in-law away?"
Zhao Qingqing turned her delicate body and smiled faintly, "Yan Lang is a man; it's inevitable that he's lustful."
A-Juan, puzzled, said, "But Princess, you are universally recognized as the most beautiful woman in the world, truly like a celestial fairy
, I wonder how..." "It's normal for a young man to be so infatuated with you, and for your son-in-law to be so eager to get intimate with you."
Zhao Qingqing gently undressed, sat gracefully on the embroidered bed, and smiled sweetly. "Alright, let's not talk about him anymore. It's getting
late, I want to sleep. Juan, you can go out
now." It was late at night, and the city walls of Dingzhou were brightly lit with torches. Thousands of soldiers in armor
stood guard, their hands on their swords, and countless powerful bows and crossbows were arrayed on the walls. Hundreds of cannons
stood majestically overlooking the world.
The majestic pass stretched as far as the eye could see, its flags fluttering brightly in the wind. The city gates were wide open, and
hundreds of soldiers stood guard on both sides of the road, swords at their sides. A large army poured out of the city, their numbers impressive
but disciplined. Every soldier had a resolute face and was well-equipped, clearly elite troops.
The darkness outside the city enveloped and swallowed up wave after wave of advancing soldiers, who disappeared into the night. The rear ranks continued to surge
into the darkness like an endless tide.
A light drizzle fell overhead, dispelling Zhu Lin's drowsiness and energizing him. This military expedition was of paramount importance, and he could not afford
any mistakes. Changjun held significant significance for Dingzhou, as the Northern navy planned to use Changjun as a
route to launch a combined land and sea attack on Dingzhou. Yuan Zhengnan had intended to seize Changjun while he was alive, but he
was assassinated before he could implement this plan. Zhao Qingqing was no ordinary woman, and Zhu Lin was no ordinary man either; this master and servant were
extremely sensitive to fleeting opportunities. Fortunately, Dingzhou did not fall into the hands of Yuan Shaoqiu.
The firelight glowed red, and the border was rarely peaceful, having seen many heavy snows and fierce winds. Zhu Lin stood leading his horse below the city walls,
his gaze fixed on the night within the city. In the darkness, a carriage gradually emerged from the city. Zhu Lin led his horse forward, respectfully
serving beside him. A woman in white, her face veiled in yellow gauze, stepped out of the carriage. She was tall and slender, with an exceptionally beautiful figure—it
was Zhao Qingqing.
Zhu Lin proactively extended his hand to Zhao Qingqing, saying, "Your Highness rushed here so late at night to see me off; I am deeply apprehensive."
Zhao Qingqing's beautiful eyes fell on Zhu Lin, and seeing that his expression was normal, she thought for a moment and finally extended her hand to him. Zhu
Lin, extremely attentive, hurriedly grabbed her jade-like hand. Holding the fairy's jade hand in his palm, this sense of pride was truly delightful,
and he was invigorated. Her light gauze sleeves inevitably covered the back of their clasped hands, and Zhu Lin took the opportunity to caress her
snow-white skin, finding it smooth and beautiful. He was reluctant to let go and lingered as he helped her down from the carriage.
As soon as Zhao Qingqing stepped off the carriage, she immediately withdrew her hand, her beautiful eyes falling on Zhu Lin's face. She said, "The Chahar
are destroyed today; from now on, the area beyond the Great Wall will be entirely controlled by the Northern Kingdom. I came alone late at night only to give you a word. I wonder if you
want to hear it?"
Zhu Lin gazed at the fairy-like woman before him, his old habit of trying
to get closer to her relentlessly. However, due to the many people around, he dared not be too presumptuous. Hearing her words, he stared at her face and said, "Your Highness, please speak
..."
Zhao Qingqing nodded, her tone gentle, "Since..." Since ancient times, generals and commanders have inevitably had to guess the emperor's intentions before going to war
. But I want to tell you that a general in the field may not obey the emperor's orders. You don't need to guess my thoughts, nor do you need to worry
about being restricted. Just focus on leading the troops, and I will not interfere.”
Zhu Lin was very grateful and said, “Your Highness, you are truly insightful!”
Zhao Qingqing lightly lifted her gauze sleeve and said, “Alright, no need for flattery. Whatever your request, you can
speak it now.”
Zhu Lin was secretly delighted upon hearing this. Suppressing his excitement, he tried to remain calm and said, “Regarding…” " There are some confidential matters concerning the army
. Your Highness, could you speak with me privately for a moment?" He gestured towards the open field.
Before Zhao Qingqing could speak, Zhu Lin gave her no time to hesitate, striding towards the secluded area. Zhao Qingqing had no choice but
to follow him. Zhu Lin chose a small grove of trees, happily entering before stopping. Zhao Qingqing,
dressed in snow-white robes, followed slowly, standing behind Zhu Lin and saying calmly, "Speak your mind."
Zhu Lin's chest pounded, struggling to suppress his excitement, and he said earnestly, " " This military campaign is of paramount importance.
Zhu Lin will certainly live up to Your Highness's trust and high expectations. If I don't take Changjun, I'll offer my head to you!"
Zhao Qingqing turned her delicate body, her hands behind her back, gazing at the fine rain in the night sky. Her tone was gentle as she said, "
It's good that you have this determination. Whether you can become famous throughout the world depends on this battle."
Zhao Qingqing was an extremely intelligent woman and naturally understood Zhu Lin's ambition. Of course, Zhu Lin would not remain subordinate to others for long.
She knew this very well, which is why she said these words. This campaign is not only for Dingzhou, but also for yourself.
Zhu Lin, after listening, said, "Your Highness is right. Zhu Lin will certainly do his utmost. However, with a great battle imminent and the battlefield
ever-changing, I... I only want..."
Zhu Lin was naturally intelligent and quick to understand, but at this moment, his mind was filled with lust, so he didn't take the words seriously. Instead,
his eyes were fixed on the fairy before him. She wore a white gauze dress, pure and immaculate, with long hair flowing down her back. Her slender and graceful body had
extremely beautiful curves. In the light of the drizzle, the sunlight shone on her jade-like body, reflecting a crystal-clear luster, making her appear
incomparably holy, yet full of the most direct temptation. Her voice was very pleasant as she asked, "What do you only want?"
At this moment, Zhu Lin's lust was so great that he could no longer restrain himself, and he shot forward like an arrow released from a bow... He pounced on her, embracing her from behind
. His face buried in her snow-white neck, inhaling her alluring fragrance, his lips parting in
a flurry of kisses. He suppressed his sobs, panting heavily, "Your Highness, Your Highness, if Zhu Lin could just be with you one more time like that night at the hot spring,
I would die without regrets. Just one more time… just one more time, Zhu Lin begs you… I have to fight to the death on the battlefield,
I have no other wish, just like that time at the hot spring, Zhu Lin would be satisfied…"
Zhao Qingqing was held tightly in his arms, her delicate body aching slightly. She could clearly feel Zhu Lin's hot, hard
member pressing against her gauze skirt, rubbing against her beautiful buttocks repeatedly. Even through the fabric, she could feel its scorching heat. Her cheeks…
It was the man's frenzied breathing. This time, Zhu Lin's lust was uncontrollable, but she didn't want it to be like this. She
forcefully pried open Zhu Lin's fists, trying to remain calm, and said, "I really don't want this..."
Zhu Lin buried his face in her neck, kissing her snow-white skin passionately. His wild, warm breath sprayed onto Zhao Qingqing's skin. Her alluring body was
held tightly by Zhu Lin. He shamelessly said, "With the war at the forefront, Your Highness, just once, just once... I didn't
really want you. Didn't you feel anything when your jade feet were clamped around my treasure that time, Princess? As long as..."
…Unexpectedly, Zhao Qingqing coldly interrupted him: “Are you satisfied as long as I withdraw your military power?”
One sentence brought Zhu Lin back to reality. Zhu Lin stood there stunned for a long time before reluctantly releasing
the body he was holding. Zhao Qingqing, her face icy, silently walked away, saying, “I will never be controlled by anyone. If you want to threaten me,
first ask yourself if you have the strength. It’s getting late, General Zhu, you should go to war.”
Raindrops fell, and she stood alone by the roadside, watching the Dingzhou army head towards the battlefield. The Battle of Changjun was just the
beginning; she knew very well that the decisive battle between the Northern Kingdom and Dingzhou was coming soon.
Zhao Qingqing silently turned back, gazing at the Dingzhou city walls in the wind and rain. This was truly a formidable pass, a battle fought from the brink of despair.

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