【The Legend of Fairy Mingxue】(41-42 episodes)

Author: Fengshang7
Published: 2016/9/17 Forum
First Publication: Semi-First Publication
Word Count: 11398
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and made me doubt myself. I believe many readers could have predicted that I would say this today, since *
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Chapter 41: Boating on the Sea
Under the Moon - Old Friends Gone The bright moon hangs high in the sky, its pure light illuminating the peach blossoms scattered across the island, drifting down in the breeze.
Pink lanterns hang high on the pavilions and towers throughout the island, making the place seem like a fairyland. Before one's eyes, peach trees form a forest, and the sea is
calm and still. A large ship lies motionless on the shore, its lights shining brightly, filled with the sounds of birdsong and laughter,
creating an atmosphere of peace and prosperity.
Zhu Lin, dressed in full military uniform, stood on a large rock on the beach, his hand on the long sword at his waist, gazing at the giant ship . He
shook his head and said, "Leaving so suddenly, I feel a little reluctant."
Zhao Qingqing, dressed in a white gauze dress, sat cross-legged under a peach tree, holding a zither.
The bright moon shone overhead, and a warm breeze swept over her alluring body. Her long hair flowed over her shoulders, and her snow-white gauze sleeves, wrapped around
her fair wrists, swayed gently in the wind, outlining her captivating curves. The air around her was filled with a fragrant aroma, making one feel as if they were in
a fairyland. However, she was only focused on her stunning beauty as she carefully tuned the zither, ignoring him.
Seeing that she didn't agree, Zhu Lin turned and jumped off the large rock, coming to Zhao Qingqing's side. He squatted
down in front of her and said, "Your Highness, is this the Ehuang Qin?"
Zhao Qingqing then raised her pretty face and glanced at him, saying indifferently, "This zither is my mother's heirloom, not
the Ehuang Qin..."
Zhu Lin showed a hint of disappointment and said, "That Fei Shangxue values the Ehuang Qin so much; it must be
a rare treasure."
Zhao Qingqing sat cross-legged on the grass, carefully tuned the strings, and placed the zither on her lap. "Whether it's a treasure or not
doesn't matter; as long as people like it, that's fine."
Zhu Lin stood up and smiled, "Your Highness is like a fairy, naturally accustomed to a life of simplicity and detachment. However,
could you play a piece?"
Zhao Qingqing raised a jade-like hand and stroked the zither, her expression focused, looking as beautiful as a celestial being. She said, "Since you want to hear it,
play 'High Mountains and Flowing Water.'"
After saying this, she pressed her slender jade hand on the strings, tilting her face and playing earnestly. As the music began, the clear, distant sound was like the blue
waves of the sea, and the gentle, undulating sound was like the babbling of a stream. Zhu Lin listened, completely captivated, and said, "Although I don't know much about zither music,
it sounds wonderful."
When Zhao Qingqing finished playing, she raised her pretty face and asked, "Has the ship arrived yet?"
Zhu Lin stood up and looked at the distant sea, saying, "Not yet, but it should be soon. "
As he spoke, his gaze fell on Zhao Qingqing's delicate figure, saying, "I'm sure Murong Ji and Murong Chong are traveling at
breakneck speed."
Zhao Qingqing appeared indifferent, saying, "Let them be."
Her jade-like hands rested on the strings, her beautiful eyes gentle as water, lost in thought. Just then, she
heard footsteps breaking branches behind her. Zhu Lin immediately frowned, his hand on his sword hilt, and asked, "Who is it?"
Without turning her head, Zhao Qingqing said, "Since the Prince of Yi has arrived, why hide behind the tree?"
Zhao Qingqing's words were indeed true; it was indeed Li Jian. Li Jiancheng emerged alone from behind the large tree, his expression suggesting
a hidden agenda, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. Zhu Lin clasped his hands in a respectful greeting and said, "Your Highness, what brings you here
?"
Li Jiancheng opened his mouth, but his gaze fell on Zhao Qingqing. He made up his mind before saying, "I've come
to discuss some matters with the Princess."
Zhu Lin shook his head and laughed heartily, "Since Your Highness is so kind, please speak freely."
Li Jiancheng glanced at Zhu Lin standing beside Zhao Qingqing with his hand on his sword, then coughed, covering his mouth with his fist, and said, "It is some confidential
and important matter that I wish to discuss with the Princess privately."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Lin's expression immediately changed. He thought to himself, "What you're thinking is perfectly clear to everyone." Zhao Qingqing,
without turning her head, said softly, "Zhu Lin, step back twenty paces. Don't let anyone disturb you."
Zhu Lin looked at Zhao Qingqing suspiciously, but unable to say anything, he turned and left, leaving only
Zhao Qingqing and Li Jiancheng there. Li Jiancheng watched Zhu Lin walk away until he disappeared from sight, his expression softening slightly 　　. He cleared his throat and
stood behind Zhao Qingqing, saying, "I've come to see the princess. Is it really impossible for the court and the rebel army to negotiate?" Zhao Qingqing raised her delicate hand to pluck the strings of her zither, her demeanor cool and noble. She replied, "Whether they can negotiate or not depends entirely on the rebel army's 　　decision." 　　Li Jiancheng took a few steps closer and asked with a smile, "Then does the princess think the rebel army will have a good ending if they surrender?" 　　Zhao Qingqing's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she stopped plucking the strings. After a moment's thought, she said, "That depends on what the Prince of Yi 　　thinks. Have you finished asking your questions?" 　　Li Jiancheng hadn't expected her to be so decisive, and he was somewhat taken aback. He had thought Zhao Qingqing 　　would patiently explain the pros and cons to him, persuading him to surrender to the court. However, Zhao Qingqing was taciturn and seemed 　　not to care about the matter, which put him in a passive position. Fortunately, Li Jiancheng was thick-skinned and didn't care about such things.

Taking a few steps forward, he was only two steps away from Zhao Qingqing, practically within arm's reach. Li Jiancheng took a breath,
finding the woman's fragrance alluring, and simply relaxed, saying frankly, "The court's stated purpose is to persuade us to surrender, but in reality
, it's to divide us. Perhaps there's no point in negotiating."
Zhao Qingqing, holding her zither, said calmly, "Others may approach me for lust, but I believe the
Prince of Yi is not after lust. Ultimately, the Prince of Yi doesn't hold much hope for the future of the rebel army, after all, the government army has just
proposed..." The encirclement strategy worked. The various rebel armies met with setbacks everywhere and were forced to break out and gather together, claiming to number 400,000
. In reality, they were driven to desperation by the government troops.
Li Jiancheng chuckled, sitting cross-legged behind Zhao Qingqing, and said with a touch of melancholy, "I've come to terms with it.
Even if I were willing to surrender, others wouldn't be. We can only go down this path to the bitter end."
Zhao Qingqing picked up Yaoqin, her slender figure facing away from Li Jiancheng, dressed in snow-white robes, her long hair flowing behind her,
and said in a melodious voice, "The Righteous King..." " Perhaps it's time to retire gracefully. Forgive my bluntness, but taking risks is not the way out. Bringing
trouble upon oneself is never the intention. The ship is coming; I must go."
Upon hearing this, Li Jiancheng's body jolted. Looking up, he saw a small boat gradually approaching on the sea and abruptly
said, "Princess, could you play a tune for me? To hear a piece from you would surely be
a fulfilling experience."
Zhao Qingqing did not answer. Zhu Lin, with his hand on his sword, walked over from a distance and said with a smile, "Prince Yi, we should go.
Are " "Shall we go back now?"
Zhao Qingqing hugged the zither tightly and walked towards the sea. Zhu Lin followed behind with his sword in hand. Li Jiancheng stood still,
watching the two board the ship. He seemed to have something to say, but couldn't say it. Just as he was feeling lost, the sea and sky merged into one without
a speck of dust, and the bright moon hung in the sky. The sound of the zither was melodious and extremely pleasant to the ear, as if one were in a fairyland. Li Jiancheng
hurriedly ran to the beach. He saw the small boat gradually go away. The endless sea, the small boat went with the wind. The zither music stopped, and
the beauty was also gone and could not be found.
Zhu Lin took a deep breath of the fresh sea air and laughed heartily, "That's wonderful! I haven't been this happy in a long time
."
Zhao Qingqing put down her zither and smiled slightly, "I wonder what you're so happy about?"
Zhu Lin sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat and said, "While everything on Peach Blossom Island is incredibly enchanting, it's still more comfortable to return to Dingzhou. It's much easier at home, without the worry. Your Highness, 　　aren't you worried
about venturing into the lion's den ?" 　　Zhao Qingqing thought for a moment and said, "There's nothing to worry about. This isn't the first time I've faced death so many times 　　; I'm used to it." 　　Zhu Lin then realized he had misspoke. Zhao Qingqing had left her hometown and gone to the remote, desolate borderlands 　　; perhaps she wasn't feeling any better than anyone else. 　　Zhao Qingqing put down her zither, raised her pretty face and gazed at the bright moon overhead. Her beautiful face seemed somewhat dazed, and her hair was slightly 　　disheveled as it brushed against her fair cheeks. Zhu Lin didn't know what to say. Unexpectedly, another boat 　　came speeding after them. Zhu Lin turned around and saw that it was Xu Bo's boat. A man stood at the bow, dressed in black linen clothes. It was 　　Yan Yifan. 　　Although Xu Bo was old, he rowed quickly and caught up in no time. The two boats stopped together. 　　Xu Bo looked up at the sky without speaking. Yan Yifan smiled frankly and said, "Miss, could you give me a ride?" 　　Zhu Lin coughed, clearly not wanting to speak. Zhao Qingqing remained calm, turning her head slightly and smiling, " 　　It's a good thing to give someone a ride on the water, why not?" 　　Yan Yifan turned back to thank Xu Bo, stepped onto Zhao Qingqing's boat, and said at the bow, "Tonight 　　, my beloved has departed. I thought that if I didn't chase after her, it would be a lifelong regret." 　　Xu Bo rowed away, and Zhao Qingqing pretended to be profound, saying, "Who says otherwise? I've also thought about 　　how to respond when an old friend departs, expressing my longing. As the ancients said, 'Please drink another cup of wine.'" "West of Yangguan Pass, no old friends remain. 　　It's a pity, young master, you didn't bring any wine." 　　Yan Yifan sat cross-legged and laughed, "I knew you didn't like drinking, so I didn't bring any. What are 　　your plans this time?" 　　Zhao Qingqing shook her head, a hint of worry on her face. Yan Yifan took her hand and said, "Don't worry, there 　　's always a way." 　　Hearing his comforting words, Zhao Qingqing smiled sweetly, leaning against his shoulder, "People say I 　　'm a cold and aloof person who doesn't smile much. Actually, it's not that I don't smile, but what is there to smile about?" 　　Yan Yifan said, "Don't be afraid. Dingzhou is now a rising star, and the surrender of the surrounding states 　　won't be far off. I'll always let you know in advance if I have any news from the North. Even if things don't work out in the future, I'll be there for you 　　in the North." "It also provides another way out." 　　Zhu Lin asked, "How long can the non-aggression pact with the Northern Kingdom last?" 　　Zhao Qingqing replied, "To the Northern Kingdom, the pact is just a piece of waste paper, it doesn't count." 　　Yan Yifan put his arm around her shoulder and said, "Actually, Qing'er, you should know that the Northern Kingdom's attack on Chahar in Mongolia is inevitable 　　. After Chahar comes Jinzhou, and once Jinzhou falls, it will be Changjun. Changjun is to the right of Dingzhou and 　　connects with the Bohai Sea. Once Changjun falls into the hands of the Northern Kingdom, Murong Ji's 60,000 naval troops and Murong Chong's cavalry can 　　advance by land and water to besiege Dingzhou." 　　Zhao Qingqing said softly, "Once Dingzhou falls, the Northern Kingdom will attack Xidu. Once Xidu falls, there will 　　be no army in the world that can directly confront the Northern Kingdom. Murong Chi will definitely use all the strength of the country to finish the war in his lifetime." " It's the dream he 　　's pursued all his life." 　　Yan Yifan held her snow-white hand tightly and said, "Qing'er is a very smart girl. You know many things even without me saying them." 　　Zhu Lin saw Zhao Qingqing leaning against Yan Yifan's chest and could only turn his gaze to the side. Zhao Qingqing spoke softly, leaning against 　　her lover's chest, and gently asked, "Do you like that Fang Bing?" 　　Yan Yifan shook his head and sighed, "Just like me, he's living under someone else's roof." 　　Zhao Qingqing let him hold her tighter, her tone somewhat resentful, and said, "People heard that you were sent by Murong Chi to the Jinzhou 　　front. The Fourth Prince's men are always making things difficult for you. After all, you are Murong Ji's adopted son. They are forming factions and 　　fighting to the death every day. I feel sorry for you." 　　Yan Yifan was much more frank and said, "After all, I am a Liang citizen. It is only right that I find a job in the North and be appreciated by my adoptive father."

"I'm content. After all, there's no need to pamper anyone under Murong Chong's command. In chaotic times, how can one survive without experiencing adversity
?"
Zhao Qingqing clenched her delicate fists and said, "I'll make that Yuwen Tai pay sooner or later!"
Yan Yifan embraced her alluring body and advised, "Don't think like that. There are many important things waiting for us to
do."
Zhao Qingqing raised her pretty face and gazed at the moon overhead, softly saying, "We'll be ashore in a little while. Zhu Yao
should be asleep by now."
Zhu Lin, concerned about Zhu Yao, couldn't help but ask, "I wonder how my sister has been these past few days."
Yan Yifan said, "Don't worry, Qing'er will definitely arrange everything."
When everyone reached the shore, they turned left and right to enter the camp of the Dingzhou government troops and various martial arts sects. From afar,
the camp lights were clearly visible. The outer sentry posts were built on higher ground, and a large number of soldiers were stationed at key locations.
The patrols and guards were numerous yet orderly, and the hidden sentries were difficult to spot. Even
martial arts masters like Zhao Qingqing and Yan Yifan would find it difficult to sneak in unnoticed. Zhu Lin couldn't help but exclaim, "The
defenses of this camp are truly impressive."
The three of them entered through the main gate without disturbing anyone along the way. Upon arriving at the camp, Zhu Yao, dressed in a yellow gauze
dress, stood gracefully guarding the area, with dozens of elite guards behind her, their hands on their swords, on alert.
Seeing this, Zhu Lin knew he shouldn't disturb them at this time, and being tired, he went back to sleep first. Zhao Qingqing
smiled happily and said, "Zhu Yao!"
Zhu Yao was overjoyed and hurriedly came forward, taking Zhao Qingqing's hand and saying, "The Tiger Guards said you were back.
I hadn't gone to sleep yet, so I waited here for you."
Zhao Qingqing pulled her hand and said, "Why don't we go inside and talk?"
Zhu Yao looked at the two of them and said in a sweet voice, "Have you eaten, my lord? Should we prepare some wine and dishes?"
Yan Yifan looked at Zhao Qingqing and smiled, saying, "We've already eaten, so there's no need to bother."
The three of them went into the tent together. The tent was very spacious and clean. Zhu Yao smiled sweetly and
poured tea for the two of them, saying, "You must be tired from your journey. Have a cup of tea first."
Zhao Qingqing raised the teacup with her delicate hand. Yan Yifan, his lips slightly parted, sipped his tea. He was also thirsty and took a few
sips, saying, "Zhu Lin is tired; he's probably gone back to rest."
Zhu Yao smiled sweetly, "I saw that he was able to help, so I'm
happy for him."
The three of them being together was somewhat awkward. Zhao Qingqing, being a clever girl, chatted for a while
before going back to rest, leaving only Yan Yifan and Zhu Yao in the large tent. As soon as Zhao Qingqing left, Zhu Yao, blushing,
clutched her sleeve as she saw her off. As soon as she turned to come back in, Yan Yifan lifted her up.
Zhu Yao let out a soft moan, her beautiful face slightly flushed. The candlelight made her even more stunning. She buried her face in her lover's
arms, too shy to say anything.
Yan Yifan carried her delicate body and strode into the tent. Zhu Yao, shy and missing her lover, felt as if a day
apart was like three autumns. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tenderness as she said, "My lord... let's talk..."
Yan Yifan doted on her immensely. He carried her to a chair, and even without the deepest passion, the warmth and softness of her body
in his arms, the girl's beautiful face shy and timid, her small mouth open as she breathed sweetly, causing her two full breasts to rise and fall
. How could he resist? A large hand hurriedly reached into Zhu Yao's clothes and grabbed one of her alluring breasts. It was silky, full,
and elastic, making it irresistible. Zhu Yao was aroused by him and let out soft moans, looking delicate and charming.
Yan Yifan impatiently tore at her dress and belt, quickly disposing of the girl's clothes. Her
thin, pink bra was revealed, exposing two full, translucent, snow-white breasts.
The skin of her breasts was silky smooth like cream. Her bra was indeed as thin as a cicada's wing, fastened with layers of pink ribbons.
At the knots, her breasts were smooth and her cleavage deep and alluring. Even through the bra, large swathes of her alluring white skin were visible
, revealing the shape of her breasts and her erect nipples. Yan Yifan was so captivated that his mouth went dry, and he stood frozen in place…
Zhu Yao became even more embarrassed and flustered. She buried her face in her hands, not daring to look at him, her face flushed as she whispered softly, "Yao'er...
dressed this especially for Yan Lang, do you like it, my lord?"
Yan Yifan was stunned for a moment, listening to Zhu Yao's heartfelt and tender words. One large hand caressed Zhu Yao's beautiful leg,
while the other hand grasped and kneaded her breasts through her bra. He couldn't help but kiss Zhu Yao's red lips. Zhu Yao responded passionately to her lover's
kiss, her fragrant tongue gently slipping into his mouth, letting him suckle. Their lips and tongues intertwined, kissing passionately until the world seemed
to spin. Their tongues entwined and intertwined, the girl's breath sweet as orchids, intoxicating him. When the kiss ended, Yan Yifan embraced
Zhu Yao and said: "Have you missed me?"
Zhu Yao nestled in her lover's arms, her breath sweet and fragrant as she whispered, "I dream of you, I just want you to be safe
and sound."
Yan Yifan hugged her tighter, burying his face in the scent of her hair, and said, "It's so good to have you."
Zhu Yao watched as his hands grasped and kneaded her breasts, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears. She
reached out and stroked his hand against her breasts, her voice sweet and tender, "Yan Lang, we...we..."
Yan Yifan kissed her cheek and mumbled, "We'll go to bed, right?"
Zhu Yao blushed deeply at his words and playfully scolded, "You bad boy!" "You're not allowed to bully me like this!"
Yan Yifan, overcome with lust, picked up Zhu Yao's delicate body and placed her on the bed. He then stood on the floor below
, quickly and neatly undressing before getting into bed himself. The two embraced and kissed passionately, their bodies intertwined. He groped her body
, burying his face in her breasts, biting open the layers of her bra to reveal a pair of firm, full, snowy breasts.
Yan Yifan, his mouth dry, buried his face in her breasts, sucking and licking one nipple. Zhu Yao's hands were busy
stroking his long hair, her pretty face flushed, her breath sweet as she called out her lover's name.
Zhu Yao was equally aroused, responding passionately to her lover. However, while the two were being intimate and their bodies entwined,
a different scene unfolded on the other side.
Chapter 42: The False Face Conceals the Ghostly Mask and Flees Far Away.
The old man, wearing a straw hat, lifted the tent flap, and the first thing he saw was a stunningly beautiful woman sitting behind a desk. She was
dressed in white, her delicate, slender figure visible beneath the fabric. In the candlelight, her clothes shimmered, and she
exuded an ethereal, otherworldly aura. Her temperament was pure and refined, and her face, without makeup, was as radiant as snow reflecting the morning sun.
The beautiful woman, her expression earnest, held a brush in her delicate hand, writing on a book, her words unknown
. A thick stack of books lay on her desk, suggesting she had been working for an unknown amount of time. An old man coughed, then
knelt, bowing deeply, and said, "This old minister is deeply apprehensive about visiting Your Highness so late at night. Please forgive me."
The writer was Zhao Qingqing. She merely raised her pretty face and glanced at him indifferently, her red lips parting slightly as she said, "I
haven't gone to sleep yet, Lord Wang. Please don't blame yourself. Please rise."
The old man shakily rose from the ground and stood beneath the desk. He removed his straw hat, revealing a
face full of wrinkles. The relentless erosion of time had clouded his eyes. Upon closer inspection, he recognized him as
Wang Gejian, the ruler of Yongzhou.
Wang Gejian was too old, his back could no longer straighten, and he hunched over, his voice trembling as he said, "Ahem... This old minister knows
Your Highness is busy with countless affairs of state, but it is already late at night. This old minister hopes Your
Highness will take care of your health, my lady." While Wang Gejian was speaking, she had already finished reviewing a document, and pointed to a chair beside her, saying, "I am fine
. Your Highness's visit so late at night must be of great importance. Please sit down and speak."
Wang Gejian thanked her, and sat down shakily. Before he could speak, his eyes were already moist.
After a moment's hesitation, he said, "This old minister's ancestors have received imperial favor for generations, and it is my duty to serve the country faithfully, but..." "Yongzhou is weak and its soldiers are few
, suffering from years of famine. The people are living in dire straits. It was the Third Prince of the Northern Kingdom who took the initiative to provide rice and grain to help Yongzhou survive the drought.
He who accepts a gift is bound to be obliged, and this old minister has no choice but to accept it."
Zhao Qingqing tilted her pretty face, her jade hand writing furiously, and said, "Why should you feel guilty, my lord? If I were in your
position, I would also be helpless. Natural disasters and man-made calamities are no one's fault but yours."
Wang Gejian shook his head, tears streaming down his face, and said painfully, "Your Highness's understanding of righteousness is a blessing to Liang Kingdom. Surely
Your Highness loves the people like your own children and would not bear to inflict war on Yongzhou." " Beyond the people's suffering, this old minister has come here late at night, shamelessly
begging Your Highness not to send troops to attack Yongzhou during my lifetime. If so, I can die without regret."
Zhao Qingqing paused, her hand holding the brush, her face devoid of any emotion. A silence fell over the room. Wang Gejian
, tears streaming down his face, said, "Your Highness cannot grant this request? So be it, so be it. This old minister knows that this request is far too shameless
."
Not to mention that Wang Gejian, at his age, doesn't have many years left. Dingzhou is now surrounded by powerful enemies; opportunities for war are fleeting.
In just a few years, far too much can happen. Wang Gejian shook his head helplessly, hunched over, and
stood up from his chair, clasping his hands in a fist and bowing, weeping, "It's late, this old minister takes his leave..."
Zhao Qingqing put down her brush, raised her pretty face, and said earnestly, "I promise you."
Upon hearing this, Wang Gejian was so excited that he almost collapsed to the ground, his face beaming with joy and tears streaming down his face, "On behalf of
the hundreds of thousands of people of Yongzhou, this old minister thanks Your Highness for your great kindness. Yongzhou will build a temple for Your Highness, and generations will burn incense and offer sacrifices
to pray for Your Highness's blessings."
Zhao Qingqing stood up, took a piece of paper from the table, walked to Wang Gejian, and handed him the paper, saying:
"It's late, my lord, you should go back and rest early."
Wang Gejian tremblingly took the paper and looked at it. In the candlelight, he saw that the paper was actually a silver note, and upon closer inspection
, the amount was clearly printed as 100,000 taels of silver. Zhao Qingqing turned her delicate body away from Wang Gejian and said, "Yongzhou has been
loyal to the court for many years, and I know this very well. This 100,000 taels of silver was the dowry prepared for me by the previous emperor.
I don't need so much silver, so let me do something for Yongzhou."
Wang Gejian looked up at the royal princess with gratitude. Zhao Qingqing was tall and slender, and Wang Gejian
was a head shorter than her. At that moment, Wang Gejian felt that this beautiful princess was so respectable, like a fairy descended from heaven. He wanted to
say something but couldn't, and could only turn around and walk out of the tent step by step with tears in his eyes. Zhao Qingqing continued to review the affairs of various places in Dingzhou by candlelight
. The candle was almost burned out, and the candle wax dripped all over the candlestick.
The next morning, just as dawn broke, news of Zhao Qingqing's return spread. A large crowd gathered at the tent
entrance, discussing the princess's return. Zhu Lin, still sleepy, had just gotten up and came to wait
at the tent entrance. After a short wait, Zhao Qingqing, dressed in a long white dress, lifted the tent flap and emerged. As soon as she appeared,
everyone rushed to her side. Hong Tong, leaning on his crutch, his leg still not fully healed, slurred, "Princess
, you're finally back! We've all missed you so much!"
Hearing this, the crowd, though amused, didn't actually laugh. Come here! Ouyang Ni's eyebrows were delicate, and her eyes
shone with a gentle light of intelligence and quiet grace. Her eyes seemed to speak volumes as she softly said, "Chief Hong is telling the truth. We
are all very worried about the princess."
Her slender figure was dressed in a gorgeous pink dress, the front of which was open
, revealing a silk bodice embroidered with large, exquisite flowers. Her breasts were clearly visible through the bodice, the most beautiful hemispheres. The sleeves below her shoulders were made of transparent
pink silk gauze, revealing her alluring, snow-white arms. A fragrant breeze wafted by, and her delicate body, like a wisp of smoke,
walked up to Zhao Qingqing.
There were three beauties in this government army camp. First, there was Zhao Qingqing, hailed as the most
beautiful woman in the world; second, there was the stunning Zhu Yao; and third, there was Ouyang Ni. Zhao Qingqing was taciturn and didn't like to socialize much.
Zhu Yao, though gentle as water, only cared about her lover and rarely spoke to anyone except Ouyang Ni
. Only Ouyang Ni, this beautiful girl, could chat and laugh among the group of men and was very popular
.
Zhao Qingqing was like a fairy, always aloof and unapproachable. She simply said in a gentle voice, "Qingqing
thanks everyone for their concern," and then gracefully bowed to the crowd.
This truly flattered everyone, and the atmosphere among the crowd became lively. Master Pudu had already taken his leave to travel the world, while Monk Wuxiang
remained. Sun, the镖师 (bodyguard/escort), supported Hong Tong without saying a word. The Joyful Buddha raised an eyebrow and glared, saying, "It's
good that the princess is safe."
Zhao Qingqing said softly, "It was a close call, but thank you all for your concern." "Thank you so much."
She said, her beautiful eyes sweeping over everyone. "Yuan Shaoqiu has defected to the Northern Kingdom, and we still can't capture him. It's my
fault. Today we'll break camp and return to Dingzhou. My fellow martial arts friends, if you'd like to stay in Dingzhou for a few more days, please do."
Having announced the break, the soldiers from all sides busied themselves packing their belongings. Hong Tong, leaning on his cane, said, "I, Old Hong, would like to stay
in Dingzhou for a few more days."
The bodyguard, Sun, shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Then, brother, wait until your legs are fully recovered before you say so. I'll go first."
Ouyang Ni held Zhao Qingqing's jade-like hand and said, "I'd like to stay in Dingzhou for a while."
Zhao Qingqing smiled and said, "Miss Ouyang, you can stay as long as you like."
It was only just after sunrise that many people dispersed in all directions. Except for a few who remained in Dingzhou
, the rest returned to their respective gangs. The large contingent of government troops, with their entourage, drove into the city. Zhu Yao,
Zhao Qingqing, and Yan Yifan sat in a carriage. They were only a little over three miles from the city gate of Dingzhou. The main road outside the city
was bustling with people, and merchants from all over were rushing into the city.
Zhu Yao and Yan Yifan didn't sleep well last night. Her lover kept entwining her in various positions
. She couldn't even remember how many times Yan Yifan ejaculated inside her. She remembered the hot, thick semen that filled
her pink hole, a feeling that was both shameful and pleasurable. She also clearly remembered kneeling between her lover's legs last night, giving him
oral sex and licking his semen. Every time she gave him oral sex, he would get incredibly excited, his huge, strong penis
thrusting in and out of her mouth, finally filling her mouth with hot, thick semen before they fell asleep in each other's arms.
Zhu Yao fidgeted with her sleeve for a moment, lost in thought, then suddenly said, "I heard that the Northern Kingdom is preparing to attack the
Chahar Mongols. I wonder if it's true."
Yan Yifan replied seriously, "It's true. The Third Prince and the Fourth Prince are leading the vanguard, and Murong Chi is personally accompanying the army . It's
a grand campaign."
When they returned to the city, it was bustling with activity. Another event was that after Yuan Zhengnan's death, Zhao Qingqing petitioned the court
to posthumously confer upon Yuan Zhengnan the title of First-Rank Loyal and Righteous General. The entire Yuan family would be supported by the court for generations. Even
when Yuan Zhengnan was alive, the court allocated special funds to build the Princess's Mansion. Thousands of craftsmen worked day and night to build a new residence in the city.
Zhao Yu'er moved there first, accompanied by a large number of guards and maids.
The Yuan family was only two streets away from the Princess's Mansion. Liu Junnu sent someone to inquire after them. Officials of all ranks from Dingzhou stood in groups
outside the Princess's Mansion. Zhao Yu'er didn't like to get involved in official matters, so she stayed with Zhu Lin and played around
.
The princess's residence was newly built, and a long line of carriages and horses stretched out outside the gates as officials of all ranks from Dingzhou
came to pay their respects to the princess.
Zhao Qingqing had no choice but to summon the officials of Dingzhou to the main hall. Military power was entirely in Zhao Qingqing's hands; Wu De held nominal authority,
but he was still a man of considerable stature. He treated Zhao Qingqing with more respect than his own parents. Before the dozens of officials could even kneel,
Wu De had already scurried to Zhao Qingqing's side, knelt down with a thud, and loudly proclaimed, "Your subject Wu De greets
Your Highness! May Your Highness live a thousand years!
May you enjoy good health!" The dozens of officials behind him were stunned. Logically, kneeling before the princess should have been done from ten paces away, but
Wu De, to show his loyalty, had rushed to Zhao Qingqing, kneeling on the ground like a servant, hardly befitting a subject
.
Zhao Qingqing's skin was as white as snow, and she was dressed in a white dress that made her look like a fairy descended from heaven. Her alluring
figure was so beautiful and otherworldly that she seemed untouched by the world. The sunlight streaming into the hall made her white dress shine
with a crystal-clear luster. She was noble and aloof. Many people had heard that she was the most beautiful woman in the world, but when they saw her for the first time
, they were all stunned by her beauty and stood there dumbfounded.
Wu De, prostrate on the ground, said more urgently than anyone else, "Why haven't you greeted Her Highness the Princess yet?"
The officials then seemed to wake from a dream, and all knelt down, shouting "Your Highness!" Zhao Qingqing said calmly, "No need for formalities, please sit."
Wu De then got up from the ground and said, "By the Princess's grace, a new batch of civil and military officials have been promoted, and this old minister specially
brought them along."
Zhao Qingqing had an excellent figure, tall and slender. At this moment, she sat upright in a chair, her breasts, delicate and curvaceous
, clearly visible under her white dress. One glance through the white dress revealed how full her snow-white breasts were. She was clearly holy and aloof, yet she possessed a cool
and alluring charm. The people dared not look directly at her face, and could only look down, which made them see even more clearly a pair of beautiful jade feet half-hidden and half-revealed under the fairy-like long dress
, making their mouths dry.
Zhao Qingqing's gaze swept over the crowd, and after a moment of silence, she suddenly said, "I have just returned to the city. Gentlemen, if you have any urgent
matters, please speak frankly."
Dozens of people paused in their chairs, then a young man stepped forward, clasped his hands, and said, "Your Majesty, I dare to speak.
Dingzhou is a vast and sparsely populated region. Currently, many displaced people are homeless, leading some to flee in groups, taking desperate measures,
and becoming bandits in the remote mountains, committing murder, robbery, rape, and plunder. Merchants and commoners in neighboring prefectures suffer greatly. If this
continues, it may become a great disaster. I hope Your Majesty will consider this and promptly send capable generals to suppress the bandits and resettle the homeless in the remote areas of Dingzhou
, allowing them to live and work in peace. This would benefit local security, and strong and healthy men could also be selected
for the army."
Wu De coughed and said, "Your Majesty, this is Li Mu, Magistrate Li. He is not only handsome but
also very promising." "!"
Zhao Qingqing glanced at him and said lightly, "I already know what Magistrate Li said
. You may leave."
As soon as Li Mu left, another person stepped forward. He had white hair and beard, but was tall and imposing, still vigorous despite his age. He
said, "This old minister, Balu, greets the princess."
Zhao Qingqing smiled and said, "General Balu is getting on in years. Didn't you retire long ago?"
Balu said in a deep voice, "This old minister believes that Wu De's reputation is overrated and he is not up to the task. I heard that Your
Highness intends to appoint Wu De as a general. This old minister thinks that Your Highness must not be deceived by Wu De. Leading troops into battle is not child's play.
Your Highness should visit the military camp more often to know what kind of general Dingzhou's troops are looking for!"
Wu De turned his face to Balu and laughed, "When did it become your place to tell His Highness what to do?"
Balu was arrogant and snorted coldly, ignoring him.
Zhao Qingqing gently stroked her cheek and said, "I've long heard that General Balu is often outspoken, but
how could Lord Wu be useless after so many years in the army? I know you, General, are fiercely opposed to evil, but objectively
speaking, Lord Wu is still worthy of being given important responsibilities. General Balu, you may leave."
Upon hearing Zhao Qingqing's order to leave, Balu's face flushed crimson, and he did something astonishing
: he frantically tore open his shirt, revealing his chest wound to Zhao Qingqing.
Seeing this, Wu De hurriedly called for the guards to come in. Only then did Balu cover his chest and arrogantly declare, "This old minister
has fought on the battlefield for thirty years, hmph!"
Zhao Qingqing said with displeasure, "All of you, step back. Lord Wu, you stay."
Wu De's face lit up with joy. Zhao Qingqing had dismissed everyone else, leaving him alone, which showed her trust in him. Zhao Qingqing
frowned slightly, took a sip of hot tea, and said, "Wu De, come here..."
Wu De's old face lit up with joy. His fat body scurried like a whirlwind to kneel before Zhao Qingqing, this fairy-like woman,
shamelessly kneeling at her feet, his face full of obsequiousness, "This old servant awaits your orders. Whatever Your Majesty commands, this old servant will brave
mountains of knives and seas of fire, even unto death."
After saying this, his eyes narrowed into slits with laughter. His fat body lay prostrate at Zhao Qingqing's snow-white skirt like a lapdog.
Zhao Qingqing was originally holding a teacup and drinking tea. She could tolerate him calling himself an old servant, but to call her "Empress" was even worse. Your Majesty,
Zhao Qingqing raised an eyebrow, displeased, and said, "What do you want from me?"
Wu De, prostrate on the ground, smiled broadly, "To this old servant, Princess, you are the Empress.
The Emperor of Liang is nothing. This old servant only recognizes you. Long live Your Majesty the Empress..."
Zhao Qingqing's beautiful face showed a hint of reproach, her tone cold, "You lowly servant, spouting such obnoxious things!"
Wu De, unperturbed by being called a servant, instead seemed to feel a sense of accomplishment, laughing, "Your Majesty
is right. Whatever Your Majesty wants to hear, this old servant will say. Your Majesty, just treat this old servant as a dog, and this old servant is willing to be your
dog!"
Zhao Qingqing had never seen such a shameless person before. She peeked out from under her skirt and kicked Wu De in the face
. "You lowly servant, you really know how to talk to win my favor!" Zhao Qingqing said angrily.
Wu De chuckled and said, "Although this old servant can't fight as well as that roughneck Balu, my loyalty is
stronger than anyone else's."
Zhao Qingqing put down her teacup, her delicate body dressed in a snow-white dress, her exquisite face exuding a noble
and inviolable aura. She said indifferently, "Is your loyalty just flattery?"
Wu De, shameless as ever, crawled under Zhao Qingqing's skirt like a dog, his fat face grinning
as he licked her embroidered shoes repeatedly with his tongue. Zhao Qingqing kicked Wu De aside, her pretty face revealing a charming smile,
her breath sweet as orchids, and said coldly, "So what if I am the Empress? Lord Wu, you are loyal, but I..." "I won't mistreat you.
I don't have any children yet, so if you don't mind, call me 'Mother.'"
Wu De's face lit up with joy, and he immediately kowtowed, calling Zhao Qingqing his godmother. Zhao Qingqing seemed tired, her delicate body lounging
lazily in the chair. "You may leave," she said
. Wu De happily scurried away. Zhao Qingqing gracefully rose from the chair, her jade hands behind her back,
and strolled leisurely out of the hall for a walk. The newly built princess's residence was quite large, with a classical and beautiful style. In bustling areas
, birds sang and flowers bloomed; in secluded areas, few people were around. Zhao Qingqing lived alone in her small building, not allowing anyone to disturb her, thus enjoying a
peaceful and carefree life. The residence was heavily guarded by armed guards. Today, the weather was sunny and bright, the sun shining down on everyone,
making it very pleasant.
Zhao Yu'er stayed with Zhu Lin, but Zhu Lin didn't have time to linger by her side. Her main purpose in coming
out for a stroll was to meet someone. As she turned into a garden, she heard the incessant sounds of musical instruments and cheers.
Curious, she stepped into the garden and saw a group of people wearing various masks and ghostly faces
dancing and gesturing in the sunlight, with a dozen musicians playing instruments nearby.
Many maids and servants who had come to watch the spectacle also gathered around. The people wearing masks and ghostly faces were
countless. A judge held a register, while Ox-Head and Horse-Face sang and danced on the sidelines. A hanged ghost stuck out its tongue and danced wildly,
while a starving ghost led fake dogs and cats jumping around, as if she had entered the underworld.
She was engrossed in watching, looking around at the crowd of people performing the ghost dance. One of the black-clad evil spirits danced gracefully, seemingly bearing a striking
resemblance to Yan Yifan. The black-clad evil spirit seemed to notice Zhao Qingqing's gaze, and as it danced, it surrounded her
, making various funny faces and gestures. Just as Zhao Qingqing was about to say something, the black-clad evil spirit skipped and hopped into
the crowd, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Qingqing sighed softly and was about to turn away when a girl's delicate shout suddenly rang out from the ghost play. Zhao Qingqing
stopped abruptly. One of the ghosts removed his mask, revealing a girl with the exact same face as her—it was
Zhao Yu'er. Zhao Yu'er's pretty face was covered in sweat, her cheeks flushed, and she giggled, saying, "Why are you leaving, sister?"
A ghost beside her removed his mask; it was Zhu Lin. Zhu Lin put his arm around Zhao Yu'er's shoulder and laughed, "Yu'er
invited this troupe to perform for fun."
Zhao Qingqing smiled sweetly and said, "Yu'er, ghost plays are entertainment, but they're a bit too eerie, attracting a
lot of ghostly energy. Let them go."
Zhao Yu'er was obedient; with a wave of her hand, she chased all the ghosts away. She let Zhu Lin carry her
to Zhao Qingqing and asked, "Sister, where did Yan Yifan go?"
Zhao Qingqing said gently, "He's been too busy. He's just taking a break since he doesn't have anything else to do."
Zhao Yu'er shrugged. "Why doesn't he come to be with you? You love him so much,
have you forgotten how many times you've cried over the years for Yan Yifan?"
Zhao Qingqing said softly with a smile, "Don't talk nonsense. And when are you and Zhu Lin getting married?"
Zhao Yu'er's gaze fell on Zhu Lin's face and she said with a coquettish smile, "We've already had someone look at our faces, and we'll get married in three months."
Zhu Lin put his arm around Zhao Yu'er's fragrant shoulder and said, "Although it's a bit rushed, Yu'er and I both think
it's better to get married and have children sooner. We've discussed it and plan to have a son and a daughter."
Zhao Qingqing nodded and smiled, "Is that so? But having children isn't something you can just decide to do."
Zhao Yu'er grasped Zhao Qingqing's hand and said, "Sister, you've always been so pure and innocent, but now Yan Yifan has slept with you.
He's ruined your purity. I wonder when that Yan Yifan plans to marry you?"
Zhao Qingqing suddenly pulled her hand back, her pretty face flushed, and said, "You good-for-nothing brat, how can you say such vulgar things
?"
[To be continued]

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