【The Legend of Fairy Mingxue】(36-38 folds)

Author: Feng Shang7
Published: 2016/9/16 Forum
First Publication: Semi-First Publication
Word Count: 21843
Chapter 36: The Great Trends of the World and the Changes of Stars
Murong Ji left without a word, and the banquet quickly dispersed. Princess Xuanxuan sighed resentfully:
"Oh dear, Fourth Uncle isn't coming tonight, it's so frustrating!"
Fang Bing approached with a charming smile. "Princess, would you like to come back to my humble abode for a cup of tea?"
Princess Xuanxuan replied coquettishly, "Aren't you going to keep Brother Yan company?"
Fang Bing shrugged and said reproachfully, "He's gone. Did you really think it was real, Princess? We were just acting.
"
Princess Xuanxuan's beautiful eyes fell on Zhao Qingqing's graceful figure. In the gentle breeze, the woman stood
tall and slender, her long black hair flowing behind her. Her bright yellow gauze dress danced in the wind, making her look like a fairy under the moon, breathtakingly beautiful
, almost like a goddess reborn. Princess Xuanxuan's face... With a sweet smile, she walked to Zhao Qingqing's side and asked, "Your Highness, what about
you?"
Zhao Qingqing stood serenely beneath a peach blossom, her delicate hands gently holding a branch. With her back to the two women, she softly
replied, "I'm a little tired. If there's nothing urgent, I'd like to go back and rest early."
Her hair exuded a captivating fragrance, which Princess Xuanxuan found very pleasant. Although she was also a woman, she still felt a strong liking for the incredibly beautiful princess before her. She said, "Your Highness, if you have the opportunity, why not have 　　a long chat
with me all night?" 　　Hearing this, Zhao Qingqing turned her face, looking back at her pretty face with a smile, and said, "If permitted, I would..." "I'd be happy 　　to have a long talk with the Princess..." 　　Princess Xuanxuan smiled radiantly and said happily, "Then Xuanxuan will just be waiting for Your Highness's arrival." 　　Zhao Qingqing gave a charming smile and said, "I'll take my leave now, we'll talk again next time." 　　With that, she put her hands behind her back and gracefully walked towards the depths of the peach blossom forest. Zhu Lin followed behind Zhao Qingqing with his hand on his sword. Fang Bing watched 　　the two of them walk away, then took Princess Xuanxuan's hand and said, "What do you think of Princess Qingqing?" 　　Princess Xuanxuan tilted her head and thought for a moment, then giggled and said, "Princess Qingqing has excellent temperament and manners, and her way of dealing with people is 　　also very reasonable. If there's anything wrong with her, it's that she's too beautiful..." "So beautiful, it makes me a little jealous!" 　　Fang Bing, holding her jade-like hand, smiled sweetly, "I really like this aloof princess! Do you believe me?" 　　Princess Xuanxuan covered her mouth and chuckled, scolding, "Whatever you want." 　　Zhao Qingqing had been quiet and reserved the whole way. Her aloof nature was no secret. Zhu Lin loved 　　to get close to her and talk to her. 　　He was very happy to smell the fragrance of Zhao Qingqing's breath and hear her beautiful voice. Countless people liked to chat with Zhao Qingqing, and she had seen many of them. She asked herself, 　　besides Yan Lang, Zhu Lin was the person she had talked to the most. 　　Zhu Lin deliberately walked behind her, his hand on his sword. As the beauty passed by, a warm breeze carried her delicate fragrance. Several times, her dark 　　hair brushed against Zhu Lin's face, its scent fresh and alluring. Zhu Lin's heart was filled with longing, his gaze lingering on her alluring 　　figure, unable to move... 　　Zhao Qingqing seemed oblivious, strolling leisurely through the peach blossoms. Zhu Lin, fearing time was passing 　　too quickly, wished only to spend more time with her. Just as he was lost in thought, Zhao Qingqing suddenly stopped. Zhu Lin 　　was startled, almost bumping into her... 　　Zhao Qingqing frowned slightly, her tone tinged with displeasure: "Please don't get so close to me, okay?" 　　Zhu Lin blushed, realizing she had seen through his shrewd scheme. Just as he was about to make an excuse to leave, Zhao Qingqing 　　said in a cool tone, "Zhu Lin, come here." 　　Zhu Lin coughed and quickly stepped forward, asking, "Your Highness, what's wrong?" 　　Zhao Qingqing raised her pretty face and gazed at the moon overhead. The moonlight illuminated her stunning beauty, making her skin appear incredibly white, like 　　a jade maiden. Even her delicate dress reflected a soft, translucent light. Zhu Lin couldn't fathom her thoughts and didn't dare 　　to ask rashly. Zhao Qingqing remained silent for a moment, then lowered her pretty face, looking at his handsome features with gentle eyes, and said: 　　"Being a person is like the moon, hanging brightly in the sky, illuminating the night and guiding people's 　　way. Ah Lin, do you understand?" 　　Zhu Lin was flustered by her last "Ah Lin," his face flushed red. He felt so happy he'd die for her 　　without uttering a word of protest. Trembling, he nervously asked, "Your Highness, you called me Ah Lin?" 　　Zhao Qingqing possessed a captivating charm with every smile and gesture. Her soft, gentle voice left Zhu Lin completely bewildered 　　. Seeing his blank expression, her girlish nature made her giggle. 　　She rarely smiled, but this smile was like a blooming white flower, exquisitely beautiful, leaving Zhu Lin speechless, his mouth practically 　　watering. Zhao Qingqing smiled helplessly, "Are you really that captivating?" 　　In his heart, Zhu Lin cried out in despair. " You're dead!" Zhu Lin 　　exclaimed instinctively, "You're the most beautiful woman under heaven! How could you not be alluring?" 　　Zhao Qingqing toyed with two strands of hair framing her chest, her beautiful eyes slightly reproachful. "You filthy scoundrel! 　　When did I ask you to say such a thing?" 　　Zhu Lin blushed and said, "It's the truth!" 　　Zhao Qingqing snorted coldly, her tone icy. "Be good and walk ahead of me. If you dare to make any more moves 　　, I'll never take you with me again. I mean what I say!" 　　This truly frightened Zhu Lin, and he quickly walked alongside her. Although he could no longer openly hide behind her to 　　peek at her alluring body, walking side by side, smelling her fragrance, still 　　brought him immense joy and happiness. 　　How could Zhao Qingqing not know what he was thinking? Judging from his snorting and blissful expression, it was clear 　　what Zhu Lin was doing. Fortunately, Zhao Qingqing didn't hold it against him. Instead, she said earnestly, "I told you earlier that one 　　should be upright and honest, just to remind you not to always hide behind girls and peek at their bodies. I'm 　　so annoyed by your peeping." 　　Zhu Lin nodded obsequiously. Zhao Qingqing continued, "Isn't it good to walk upright like this 　　?" 　　Zhu Lin then realized and smiled, "Yes, but it's strange that Your Highness is always so quiet?"

Zhao Qingqing said in a cool tone, "I've always been like this since I was little. I don't like to talk much. Some people
would almost suffocate if they didn't speak for a day, but I'm different. When I'm cultivating, I can go ten days and ten nights alone without saying
a word, and I won't feel too bad."
Zhu Lin coughed a few times. If he didn't speak for ten days and ten nights, he would surely suffocate. Zhao Qingqing's tone
changed, "How is Yu'er?"
Zhu Lin straightened his chest and raised his head, saying seriously, "Yu'er is very well. I plan to marry her soon,
but I don't know if she'll be willing. After all, she is a princess of the royal family..."
Zhao Qingqing looked at his face with her beautiful eyes and said lightly, "Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?"
Zhu Lin frowned, unable to believe that she would support him so much. He couldn't help but kneel down at her feet with a thud,
saying earnestly, "Your Highness, your words have resolved my inner conflict. Such kindness..." "How can Zhu Lin
repay you?"
Zhao Qingqing said softly. "I don't care about background. Have you ever heard the saying, 'Never underestimate a young man's potential'?"
Zhu Lin nodded, his handsome face full of emotion. "I have, and I understand it very well."
Zhao Qingqing said calmly, "Since you understand this saying, you should strive to live. In this chaotic world, times create
heroes, but heroes also need to understand the times. Yu'er and you, I can see that you truly like each other. It's just that I've
always been aloof, which makes some self-important people itch with desire. They try every means to
get me. But what's the difference between them and a dog in heat?"
Her words were both kind and firm. Zhu Lin listened very seriously, but men are driven by lust, and no one can persuade them otherwise
. He could only nod and agree. Seeing his perfunctory attitude, Zhao Qingqing sighed and walked past him without saying a word.
Lin walked on by herself...
Zhu Lin hurriedly followed, and the two walked side by side. The atmosphere became much more silent. Zhu Lin was unwilling to remain silent, so
he found a topic to ask her, "Your Highness, what do you think we should do next? After all,
both sides in this negotiation were just stalling for time. The Northern Kingdom is preparing to attack the Chahar Mongols, and Dingzhou also needs time to
replace its original general."
Zhao Qingqing said indifferently, "There are wolves in front and tigers behind. At present, the general trend of the world
is such that dragons and tigers are emerging. It is better to wait and see..."
Zhu Lin was filled with heroic spirit. He put his hand on the sword hanging at his waist and said coldly, "Yongzhou is the weakest. It is better to take Yongzhou and
use it for our own purposes, and then send troops to take Xidu and Changjun behind Dingzhou. Expanding our territory is the key."
Zhao Qingqing frowned slightly, and her pretty face showed some reluctance. She said, "Yongzhou has just survived a year of great disaster. The people are in
dire straits." "As a princess of Liang, I already feel guilty for not being able to provide timely assistance. How can I bear to send troops to conquer?"
Zhu Lin approached her delicate body and advised, "Your Highness, you are too kind-hearted. The chaos of the world is now unstoppable, and
Liang's fate is sealed. Why don't we devise a way out as soon as possible and try to establish our own power?"
Zhao Qingqing was furious when she heard him say that Liang's fate was sealed. She shouted, "How dare you
! Do you know that such words can get you beheaded?"
Zhu Lin did not back down and continued to persuade her, "What is beheading? Isn't it even more cowardly to sit and wait for death?"
Zhao Qingqing remained silent for a long time before softly saying, "Weapons are instruments of violence. They should only be
used as a last resort. Even if we want to take Yongzhou, we should prioritize appeasement. After I return to Dingzhou, I will order the treasury to allocate 400,000 taels of silver to support the
disaster-stricken prefectures and counties."
Only then did Zhu Lin realize that Zhao Qingqing was determined to be loyal to Liang to the end. What else could he say to persuade
her to establish her own power?
Zhao Qingqing's expression softened, and her tone gradually relaxed as she said, "I know you mean well, but
I really can't do such treacherous things."
She claimed that she had changed her mind, meaning she no longer distinguished between ruler and subject. Zhu Lin understood this was a good opportunity and
quickly offered his opinion: "Even if you want to be loyal to Liang, Your Highness needs strength, doesn't you? Currently, the various warlords are
divided, each refusing to submit to the others, creating a situation where everyone holds considerable power. The rebel army in the south is unstoppable, having decisively defeated the government
army at Xingyang." " If things continue like this, the fall of the country is only a matter of time. It is best to immediately bring all the prefectures and counties near Dingzhou under our control
. Only then will we have the ability to send troops to eliminate those rebellious princes at the critical moment."
Zhao Qingqing said softly, "Alright, alright, I'm very tired. Let's postpone what you said."
Zhu Lin coughed and walked with her to a pavilion. Underneath the pavilion was a clear lake. At this moment, a warm
breeze was blowing and the night sky was filled with a bright moon. Zhao Qingqing leaned against the railing, standing gracefully and admiring the scenery of the lake.
Zhu Lin, lost in his own thoughts, was captivated by Zhao Qingqing's waist-length hair, which flowed gracefully and exuded a captivating fragrance.
Her figure was slender and elegant, her breasts full beneath her clothes, and her waist exquisitely beautiful. He longed to embrace her, to snuggle
close, and to kiss her smooth, white neck. Zhao Qingqing, having finished admiring the scenery, turned her pretty face and noticed Zhu Lin standing
beside her, lost in thought. A gentle smile graced her face behind her veil, and she pointed to the stone bench, saying, "Please sit."
Only then did Zhu Lin react. He sat down next to her, secretly cursing himself for his lack of backbone, and was about to speak when Zhao Qingqing spoke first
: "I intend to establish a civil and military academy in Dingzhou, recruiting talented individuals to serve me. Strategists and generals will be offered
official positions. Those skilled in civil affairs will govern the prefectures and counties, offering advice and strategies; those skilled in military affairs will fight on the battlefield, quelling disturbances in various regions. What do you think?"
Zhu Lin observed that her eyes were full of intelligence as she spoke, her demeanor gentle and serene, clearly indicating that she had given it
considerable thought before speaking. Upon emerging, she couldn't help but agree, saying, "If Your Highness can truly do this, Dingzhou will definitely have the strength to contend for supremacy
."
Zhao Qingqing continued, "Governing an army is like treating an illness; you must first identify the ailment before you can prescribe the right medicine. I've observed carefully and
found that although the Dingzhou army is large, there are still many problems with its organization. Dingzhou currently has 100,000 infantry, 40,000 cavalry, and
20,000 militia. The strongest fighting force is the militia, which were the Yuan family's former direct troops. The cavalry are all heavily armored and not as mobile
as the light cavalry of the North. The infantry are not good at long-distance raids. Can you offer some other suggestions?"
Zhu Lin, clearly having studied this issue, spoke clearly, "Among the surrounding prefectures, Dingzhou has a territory of over 600
li and a population of over two million. The people are mostly wealthy, and the prefectural treasury is full of money. This is all
the result of Lord Yuan's painstaking efforts and hard work. In addition, our prefecture is rich in ginseng, precious furs, and silk, and the land is fertile. Commerce within the city is thriving."
The fact that the North Kingdom covets such a place makes Your Highness so eager to settle the homeless refugees in Dingzhou. The government
could provide them with food, seeds, oxen, and farming tools, and encourage them to cultivate wasteland. The land cultivated by the refugees would belong to them
for generations, and all refugees would be exempt from rent and taxes for five years. This would not only win Your Highness the hearts of the people but also benefit
the country and its people. Why not do it? "
Zhao Qingqing said softly, "I've long thought about settling the refugees, but unfortunately, we've only recently taken over Dingzhou and need some
time to handle these matters. On this point, we're of the same mind."
Zhu Lin then said earnestly, "Regarding the troops within the prefecture, the organization of the Northern Kingdom is something we should learn from. The Northern Kingdom's
soldiers excel in field battles, long-distance raids, and their horsemanship and archery are unparalleled.
It's not advisable for Liang Kingdom to use an army that has been neglected for years to fight the Northern Kingdom. Although firearms are powerful, they can't withstand the rapid charge of cavalry in field battles. This is
one of the reasons why Liang Kingdom's infantry has suffered repeated defeats."
Zhao Qingqing rested her chin on her hand and said coquettishly, "I knew it! The effect of firearms is limited. The key is to have
an elite force that can contend with the Northern Kingdom's iron cavalry." "Your Highness,"
Zhu Lin leaned closer to her delicate body and asked, "when will our Divine Might Giant Ship be completed?"
Zhao Qingqing sat up straight and smiled gently, "Soon. We've already sent people to Kunlun to oversee the Divine Might Giant Ship
."
Zhao Qingqing's eyes lingered on his face as she said, "Take out the map. Let's take a look at Murong Ji's navy."
Zhu Lin said "Oh," took out a map from his robes, spread it out on the stone table, and pointed to the map, saying, "Your Highness, please look
here. This is the important town of Jinzhou. The general guarding the city is Commander-in-Chief Yue Yunlong. Yue Yunlong is both a man of letters and a warrior, highly
regarded by various factions in the court. Sending him to guard Jinzhou was strongly recommended by the eunuch faction, simply because he is a protégé of the emperor, and no one dares
to impeach him."
Zhao Qingqing placed her jade hand on the map and frowned, saying, "Murong Chong's garrison is..." To deal with Yue Yunlong, Dingzhou
is bordered by Yongzhou to the left and Changjun to the right. Changjun borders Bohai, and Murong Ji's navy is stationed at Yanwei Lake,
which could use the Bohai Sea as a route to attack Changjun at any time. This must be guarded against.
The two were very close. While Zhao Qingqing was speaking earnestly, Zhu Lin leaned against her shoulder and said, "Changjun
's navy is very weak, and their ships have been in disrepair for years. They are definitely no match for Murong Ji."
Zhao Qingqing lightly stroked the map with her jade hand, then suddenly sat up straight. Her delicate body exuded an ethereal aura, and she frowned unapproachably
. She said, "Changjun is under Yao Guangwen's jurisdiction. Yao Guangwen was known for his philandering in the capital during his audience with the emperor.
When he got drunk, he tried to force a female entertainer to sleep with him. She resisted to the death, and Yao Guangwen
..." He forced himself on her, and the woman, unable to bear it, hanged herself the next day. The whole city knew about it. The censor,
Li Chen, was a straightforward man, and he impeached Yao Guangwen. After being impeached, Yao Guangwen couldn't
return to office for several years. Finally, he became the godfather of the Grand Eunuch Wei Song, who then arranged for him to be sent to the impoverished and desolate Changjun.”
Zhu Lin listened attentively, shook his head, and smiled, “That depends on whether Your Highness wants to use force or gentleness. Gentleness is simply
bribing Yao Guangwen with beauty, while force is threatening him with violence.”
Zhao Qingqing sat up straight, her bright eyes like water, and said, “Bribing him with beauty? He's dreaming. Changjun is of great importance. In
your opinion, how many men are needed to take Changjun?”
Zhu Lin said, “Changjun has 30,000 garrison troops. If you want to take Changjun, give me five…” "A thousand men are enough."
Zhao Qingqing's eyes were misty, her stunning beauty hidden by a veil, making it impossible to see her expression. Only
her gentle voice revealed, "There are no jokes in the army, you know that?"
Zhu Lin clasped his hands respectfully and replied, "I know, five thousand men are enough."
Zhao Qingqing said earnestly, "In that case, I will allocate five thousand soldiers to you in ten days. You will leave Dingzhou through Jiading Pass,
cross the Daling River and the Guanzhong Mountains, and ambush the five thousand soldiers at Feilong Slope outside the city to block all key roads. Release three hundred red-
eyed eagles to circle around the outskirts of Changjun, hunting down carrier pigeons and preventing Changjun from sending out any requests for reinforcements."
Zhu Lin listened meticulously and smiled, "I've remembered everything. Why not just use a surprise attack to take the city
? That would save a lot of effort."
Zhao Qingqing reached out her jade-like hand and pushed aside... She tucked a strand of hair behind her neck and whispered, "Yao Guangwen and Murong Chi of the Northern Kingdom have been exchanging glances
for quite some time now, sending letters by carrier pigeon almost every few days. Murong Chi is a naturally suspicious person. If Yao
Guangwen were to actively seek his help, Murong Chi would definitely suspect a trap and ignore him. But if you
suddenly besiege Changjun, not a single letter can be sent out. If Murong Chi doesn't receive Yao Guangwen's letters, he'll either suspect Yao Guangwen of betraying
him, or something must have happened in Changjun. Just as he's hesitating, his spy tells him that General
Zhu Lin of Dingzhou is leading an army of 50,000 to attack Changjun. Do you think he'll send troops to relieve the siege?"
Zhu Lin stared into her eyes and said, "I see. Your Highness intends to besiege the city and attack the reinforcements, but which prince will the Northern Kingdom send?
" "To relieve the siege of Changjun?"
Zhao Qingqing turned her pretty face away, avoiding his burning gaze, and said, "If I'm not mistaken, it's probably the Second Prince.
His garrison is closest to Changjun."
Zhu Lin exclaimed, "The Second Prince, Murong Cheng, is always looked down upon in the Northern Kingdom and often suffers humiliation. People
call him a good-for-nothing prince who only knows how to eat, drink, play, and sleep with women. Murong Chi hates him so much that he
curses him every time he sees him. Your Highness's daring to besiege the city and attack reinforcements is probably because you've grasped Murong Cheng's eagerness to make a name for himself. If I'm not mistaken
, the first person to receive news of the trouble in Changjun was Murong Cheng. Even if Murong Chi could see through the trick,
that fool Murong Cheng would have already been unable to restrain himself and sent troops without authorization. This is called acting first and reporting later."
Zhao Qingqing said, "Send a messenger to tell Yao... " Guangwen told him to surrender, but Yao Guangwen, being timid and unaware of your true
strength, would absolutely not dare to rashly send troops. He has offended too many people, and the generals of Liang's cities will not come to his aid. He
has no one left but the Northern Kingdom to rely on.
Zhu Lin said with great joy, "Your Highness has entrusted such a great task to Zhu Lin. Zhu Lin will certainly live up to Your Highness's
high expectations and must lure Murong Cheng out."
Zhao Qingqing waved her jade hand, and in the hazy mist, a zither appeared on the stone table. She was as beautiful as a fairy, and her jade
hands gently stroked the strings, saying, "It has been a long time since I have been able to talk with someone for so long."
Zhu Lin swallowed and did not speak. Zhao Qingqing turned her face to the side, her slender jade hands placed on the strings, and she gently plucked the zither. The sound of the zither was clear and flowing, full of gentlemanly demeanor. It turned out to be the famous piece "High Mountains and Flowing Water
".
Zhu Lin sat beside her, carefully observing her every move. Her earnest playing of the zither, her ethereal and noble
bearing—Zhao Qingqing was truly a fairy of unparalleled beauty. The pavilion, because of Zhao Qingqing, seemed to possess a hazy, otherworldly aura, like
a fairyland. Zhao Qingqing's bright yellow gauze dress danced lightly in the wind, her long, black hair flowing over her shoulders. A few strands brushed against
Zhu Lin's cheek, and the intoxicating fragrance of her hair drew him closer, as if possessed, to inhale its scent.
Zhao Qingqing seemed oblivious, her veiled face revealing a stunningly beautiful woman, otherworldly and detached from worldly concerns. She
sat gracefully in the pavilion, intently playing the zither. In the moonlight, Zhu Lin could only see her two jade-like arms, white as snow, beneath her gauze sleeves. Her
fair skin was smooth and delicate, so tender it seemed as if it could be broken by a touch. Her pure and flawless beauty made one forget all worries, wanting only
to immerse oneself in the beauty before him.
The man, unmoved by Zhao Qingqing's stunning beauty, was captivated by the fragrance of her hair. Unconsciously,
he buried his face in it. The intoxicatingly soft, sweet scent enveloped his face. Her dark, smooth hair
was breathtaking. Lost in the fragrance, he rubbed his face against her hair, burying it in
her snow-white neck, inhaling deeply. Zhao Qingqing's delicate brows furrowed slightly, and her jade-like hand, which had been playing the zither, pressed a string,
abruptly stopping the music. Zhu Lin let out a soft gasp, opening his mouth to capture her smooth skin. Zhao Qingqing trembled,
coldly saying, "No!"
Zhu Lin ignored her, his mouth still holding her sweet, smooth skin, his tongue greedily licking her neck and hair...
He kissed her neck wildly and haphazardly, his hands following suit, groping and reaching for her breasts. He mumbled
, "...Just once...just once."
Zhao Qingqing said sternly, "Will you listen to me?"
Zhu Lin thought it would be worth dying for, ignoring her words, and pressed his advantage, embracing Zhao Qingqing's delicate body. He suddenly
leaned in to kiss her cheek. Zhao Qingqing warned him twice, but he ignored her. Enraged and ashamed, she
broke free like a dragon, grabbed Zhu Lin's arm, and pressed him against the stone table, coldly saying, "Since words can't scare you,
I'll break your arm to teach you a lesson."
Zhu Lin turned pale with fright, his handsome face pressed against the stone table, unable to move, begging for mercy in pain:
"Your Highness... spare me, I won't dare again..."
Zhao Qingqing's tone was cold as she snapped, "How many times have you said you wouldn't dare again? If you don't get serious,
I can't do anything to you, can I?"
Zhu Lin was terrified, all color draining from his face. With a sharp clang, Zhao Qingqing drew the sword from his waist
, her jade-like hand holding it, saying, "If you're a man, don't cry out in pain!"
Zhu Lin knew very well that Zhao Qingqing was a woman of her word, and screamed in terror, "No, no... no!
If Your Highness cuts off my arm, how will Your Highness explain to my sister?"
Zhao Qingqing snorted coldly, "Enough nonsense. I know that if Zhu Yao knew her brother was a lecherous
man who dared to harass the princess, I believe she would also put aside family ties and say yes!"
In his panic, Zhu Lin felt Zhao Qingqing raise the sword, his face turning white with fear, and he blurted out:
"I swear, I swear, if you dare to flirt with Your Highness again, may I be childless!"
Zhao Qingqing said coquettishly. "Childless, good, you said it! If you dare to flirt with me again, I won't even send someone to
castrate you, you can do it yourself!"
With that, she raised her long sword and slammed it to the ground. Zhu Lin lay on the stone table, his soul nearly leaving his body.
It took him a long time to recover, his face flushed red, and he dared not look up at her.
Zhao Qingqing sat upright beside him and sneered, "Our great general, your wings are not yet fully grown, and you're already being unruly.
I think you're just like the saying goes, 'It's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change your nature.' You can't get rid of your lustful ways no matter what. I don't know if Yu'er is blind
or what, that's why she took a liking to you!"
Zhu Lin was so ashamed by her sarcasm that he wanted to disappear. He also secretly hated himself for repeatedly losing control of himself and having the audacity to flirt with
her. He was filled with regret and fear.
Zhao Qingqing seemed tired and turned her delicate body away, saying, "Go, I don't want to see you."
Zhu Lin helplessly picked up the sharp sword from the ground and slunk away, leaving Zhao Qingqing alone. She was furious
but helpless against Zhu Lin. Zhu Yao was too close to her, and she couldn't
cut off Zhu Lin's arm for Zhu Yao's sake. Remembering how much Zhu Lin had taken advantage of her, her anger only intensified. She clenched her fists tightly, standing alone
by the lake, saying nothing.
She didn't know how much time had passed when she suddenly heard footsteps behind her. Zhao Qingqing angrily shouted, "Get out! Who told you
to come back?"
The footsteps behind her stopped abruptly. Zhao Qingqing clenched her fists and said angrily, "Aren't you going to get out of here?
Are you trying to disgust me?"
As she spoke, she clenched her fists again, turned around, and was stunned. It was Yan Yifan, carrying a food
box, looking at her with considerable surprise.
Zhao Qingqing realized she had insulted the wrong person and was about to explain when Yan Yifan casually put down the food box, sat
on the stone bench, opened his arms, and smiled, "Qing'er, come here."
Zhao Qingqing clutched her sleeve and nestled into his arms as if she had found a safe haven. Yan Yifan embraced her and
said softly, "What happened that made you so angry?"
Zhao Qingqing sat on his lap, tears welling in her eyes, and said softly, "I don't want to say."
Yan Yifan held her tightly, stroking her pretty face with boundless affection, and sighed, "Don't cry, I'm here."
Zhao Qingqing was incredibly clever and knew that saying this would be bad for everyone, so she said gently, "It's because I remembered that
tonight those Liang officials all sided with the Northern Kingdom and joined them in making things difficult for me, and I'm so angry." Yan
Yifan hugged her tightly and laughed, "Qing'er, don't worry about it. After all, they had no choice. I secretly
brought you some food."
Zhao Qingqing nestled gently in his arms, blinking her eyes and smiling, "Yan Lang, you
always know how to care for me!" Yan Yifan stroked her hair and said softly, "I've come to tell you something. Murong Chong has designs on
you. After all, you're too beautiful, and too many men have designs on you."
Zhao Qingqing raised her pretty face and said, "If he dares to come, let him come. Qing'er will show him how foolish he is."
Yan Yifan lowered his face and kissed her red lips lightly through her veil, saying, "I've said it before, anyone who tries to harm you, I will
kill him with my own hands."
Zhao Qingqing was shyly kissed by his sudden kiss, her beautiful eyes filled with tenderness, her tone...
"Qing'er has always been Yan Lang's woman," she said shyly.
Yan Yifan embraced her delicate body and laughed, "Let me see your face."
He gently removed her veil, revealing the girl's beautiful face, as lovely as a fairy.
Zhao Qingqing looked at her lover's infatuated gaze, her heart filled with both shyness and joy. The fairy-like shyness made him even more
aroused. With such a warm and soft body in his arms, how could Yan Yifan resist? He held Zhao Qingqing tightly and lowered his head to kiss her
soft red lips. Zhao Qingqing's body went limp, and she weakly raised her face to let him kiss her. Just as she was feeling shy, Yan Yifan kissed
her alluring red lips, and his tongue followed into her mouth. Zhao Qingqing was extremely shy, and her mouth held her lover's tongue,
their tongues intertwining.
Their lips and tongues intertwined, kissing Zhao Qingqing until her pretty face flushed crimson. Her breasts were being gently kneaded by her lover
, and she could clearly feel his hands cupping her breasts, his fingers kneading their fullness. Zhao Qingqing
was filled with shyness and let go of everything to be with him. After a long while, she reluctantly separated, completely exhausted.
Her pretty face buried in his chest, too shy to say anything.
Yan Yifan also doted on her, holding Zhao Qingqing tightly in his arms, his hands kneading her breasts as he said,
"Don't worry about Murong Chong, I'll protect you. But Qing'er, remember not to underestimate the enemy, understand?"
Zhao Qingqing felt his hands playing with her breasts, her heart softening, her beautiful eyes shyly saying, "I
understand, Yan Lang, kiss me!"
Yan Yifan couldn't help but chuckle, "It's only been a few days, Qing'er is so proactive."
Zhao Qingqing blushed and said coquettishly, "You're so annoying!"
Women in love are blind, and Zhao Qingqing was no exception. She only wanted to
be with her lover forever. Yan Yifan also loved her immensely, and Zhao Qingqing could feel the purity of their love,
throwing herself into it wholeheartedly.
Chapter 37: The So-Called Beauty on the Other
Side of the Water The sky was still dark, everything was gray and hazy. Looking out, one could see the surging tide washing over
the sea rocks. Murong Chong, with his hands behind his back, strolled leisurely out from the depths of the peach blossom forest. He was dressed in white robes
, his hair tied with a jade crown, and his face was extremely handsome. With a swish, he opened the folding fan in his hand and smiled, "It's rare to be able to enjoy the sunrise by the sea
. Third Brother, you're in a good mood."
Murong Ji, dressed in a straw raincoat and wearing a bamboo hat, sat on a large rock, facing the sea with his eyes closed, resting. Beside him
served a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. His appearance was average, neither particularly handsome nor delicate. His clothes
were old and patched, but they were very clean and spotless.
Murong Chong glanced at the boy beside Murong Ji and chuckled, "Little Prince, you
've really suffered following you, Third Brother!"
Murong Ji, seemingly engrossed in fishing, replied indifferently, "No pain, no gain."
Murong Chong raised an eyebrow, a glint of something in his eyes, and retorted, "Is that so? Then why is Jing'er living such a life of luxury?
Third Brother, are you perhaps biased because Jing'er is your own flesh and blood, while the Little Prince isn't, and therefore treats her so disrespectfully
?"
Murong Ji slowly opened his eyes, his gaze full of affection. Unperturbed by the insult, Murong Ji slowly said, "It's true that Jing'er is my biological daughter, and
I'm responsible for the fine clothes and food she enjoys today. But in this chaotic world, who can support the little prince?"
Murong Chong squatted down next to Murong Ji, observing his fishing posture, and said, "Brother
, you're being too polite. The little prince has nowhere else to turn but you. Shouldn't you support him?"
Murong Ji suddenly raised his face and coldly said, "How can one rely on others' charity? If the little prince even
needs others to dress him up..." "You'll be responsible for how you'll become independent, return to Mongolia, and restore the dynasty!"
Murong Chong laughed heartily, extending his long, slender hand to grasp the young prince's wrist. "If I remember correctly, your name is Chahetai ,
right?"
The boy, his hand in Murong Chong's grasp, showed a hint of panic in his eyes, stammering and unable to speak. Murong Chong
saw this and sternly rebuked him, "Useless trash! Have you forgotten the glory of your ancestors? The whole world trembled
for your family's past honor! The noblest Mongolian blood flows in your veins..." "Bloodline!" he shouted sternly, "
Raise your head!"
Murong Chong said with some emotion, "Third Brother, you are really strict. How can you raise your voice so loudly for such a young child?"
He then said in a gentle voice, "Raise your head."
Chahetai was trembling with fear and hesitation. It seemed that he had made a great decision before raising his face under Murong Chong's gaze.
Murong Chong did not pay much attention to him. Chahetai had a dark, ordinary face, so ordinary that it could not be more ordinary.
Even if he were thrown into a crowd, he would not stand out and would hardly be noticed.
His eyebrows were coarse, his eyes timid, his nose straight, and his lips thin and pale. Compared to Murong Chong's
handsomeness, Chahetai was quite ordinary. Murong Chong scrutinized him for a while, then looked into his eyes. His pupils were a slightly
watery blue, a feature of his ethnicity. Murong Chong observed carefully, and when he saw a wolfish glint in the depths of his eyes,
he suddenly released his grip as if he had touched a venomous snake. It took him a long time to react before he laughed and said, "So that's it,
so that's it."
Murong Ji seemed to have anticipated his reaction and sneered, "Some people are born with extraordinary
destinies. Do you believe it now, little brother?"
Murong Chong played with his folding fan and said, "Yes, yes, yes! Brother, you have a discerning eye. I admire you."
Murong Ji continued, "Little brother, you guessed correctly. The little prince possesses one of the noblest bloodlines in the world." "He is destined for
greatness, though he is down on his luck now, he will surely become a great hero in the future!"
Murong Chong squatted down beside him and said with a faint smile, "The world is in chaos, what it lacks is someone like the Little Prince..."
Murong Ji suddenly said, "Look, the fish has taken the bait."
He flicked the fishing rod, and a carp with golden scales was hooked on the hook. Murong Ji laughed, "I've been busy all morning,
just waiting for it to take the bait."
Murong Chong watched the carp struggle and spit blood from its mouth and couldn't help but laugh loudly, "The carp leaps over the dragon gate, Third
Brother, your real intention is not what it seems."
Murong Ji did not refute him, and suddenly asked, "How has Second Brother been lately?"
Murong Chong said with disdain, "What else can he be? A complete waste. Some time ago, he led a large army
to the streets of the city, rode a tall horse around the city, and sent people to find beautiful women on the street."
They went to rob her. Any beautiful woman who dared to resist was surrounded by a human wall of followers in the street. Ignoring the people coming and going, they stripped
her naked and violated her in broad daylight. The human wall obscured the view, but the woman's screams could be heard. Curious
onlookers peered over the ground and saw a fat man standing behind two white legs, his buttocks thrashing about, brutally violating her.
The virgin's blood flowed down her white thighs, and the beautiful woman cried out in heart-wrenching agony—it was a truly horrific sight!
Even with his good manners, Murong Ji couldn't help but curse, "He's worse than a beast! Second Brother has gone too far!" Murong
Chong chimed in, "Who says otherwise? It's one thing for him to ruin himself, but after he's done, he makes his men
take turns raping him. Third Brother, think about it. Second Brother loves picking young and beautiful girls.
Most of them are still virgins; how can they withstand this? More than a dozen girls have died from being raped by a group of men
. They were delicate and beautiful, but they were ruined beyond recognition, left naked in the streets, causing
panic in the city. Even if the Northern Kingdom is powerful, it can't withstand Second Brother's outrageous behavior
. Where will the people's hearts be? Don't you think so?"
Murong Ji clenched his fist and said, "This..." "I've heard about such beastly behavior before. Don't any of those ministers dare
report it to the Emperor?"
Murong Chong shook his head and said, "Third Brother, what are you joking about? Who would dare impeach the Emperor's son
? They'd be tired of living, wouldn't they? The Emperor knows perfectly well. Otherwise, he'd hate Second Brother so much he
'd curse him every time he saw him. In my opinion, Second Brother has given up on himself..."
Murong Ji sighed deeply, "Such brutality hasn't been heard of for hundreds of years. Besides, Second Brother's
troops are stationed in Ye City, which is only a few hundred miles from Chang County. How can the Emperor entrust Ye City to Second Brother
..."
A strange look appeared in Murong Chong's eyes, and he clenched his fist inside his sleeve, saying, "Third Brother, look at the Ming Dynasty of Liang ..." "What about Princess Xue
?"
Murong Ji thought for a moment, the image of Zhao Qingqing's celestial beauty flashing through his mind, and said from the bottom of his heart, "This woman's
appearance, figure, and temperament are truly exquisite. She is intelligent and calm in the face of adversity. If she were a man, I'm afraid the
current emperor of Liang would have to be replaced."
Murong Chong clapped his hands and said, "Yes, that's what I think too. I'm not young anymore, and I'm still unmarried
. I have very high standards, and I wouldn't be interested in any other woman besides Zhao Qingqing."
Murong Ji smiled faintly, "Is that so? But from what I've observed, Zhao Qingqing and Yifan have a close relationship."
Murong Chong laughed and said, "So what? Yan Yifan should be content with having Zhu Yao. He can't possibly
monopolize two stunning beauties."
Murong Ji With a hint of displeasure in his eyes, he said, "Yifan is my adopted son. I treat him like my own. You know I have no
son. My future career will be passed on to Yifan. If you try to steal his woman, I'll be the first
to object."
Murong Chong's expression changed, his sharp edge revealed. "Other things can be discussed, but this is absolutely not negotiable."
Murong Ji sneered, "Those who attempt to take another man's wife have always been despised by the world. Regardless of whether you respect
Yifan or not, Zhao Qingqing's scheming and plotting are no less than yours or mine. If you try to scheme against her, I'm afraid
you won't have a good outcome. You'd better not lose both your wife and your army."
Murong Chong laughed loudly, his appearance unrestrained and his entire being sharp and aggressive.
"There are plenty of men vying for a woman, one more won't make a difference. Brother, if you don't believe I can handle Zhao Qingqing, who
can guarantee that?"
Murong Ji said, "Fine, do whatever you want, I won't say anything more."
Murong Chong was in a good mood and leaned closer to him, saying, "Third Brother, look, the little prince is getting on in years,
shouldn't he be settling down and starting a family?"
Murong Ji's expression changed slightly, and after thinking for a while, he said, "This child is intelligent and virtuous, fourteen this year, and honestly,
I haven't thought about this issue."
Murong Chong played with his folding fan and chuckled, "Not young anymore, not young anymore. Mongolian warriors are strong and robust,
even stronger than our Jianzhou people. The little prince is only fourteen this year, and he looks as strong as a tiger.
If..." "Wouldn't marrying a girl be like a fish in water?"
Murong Ji beckoned Chahetai over, grasping one of his hands meaningfully, and said, "He's right,
it's time for you to settle down and start a family."
Chahetai seemed timid, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Murong Ji looked at him and couldn't help but sigh deeply
, "The Emperor has ordered all armies to prepare for the campaign against the Mongols. Your time to return to Mongolia has come. Mongolia is a remote place, with vast
deserts and boundless grasslands. The various tribes are fiercely vying for power. But don't worry, this campaign will surely
wipe out all forces in one battle. Your father was the Great Khan, but unfortunately he fell from grace and was killed. Your mother, Consort Jiang, is still trapped in the enemy's camp
. Child, in this chaotic world, if you don't rise up, who will?"
When Chahetai heard about his mother, his sleeves... Clenching his fists, he said, "My mother was captured because of my escape,
Uncle... I..." His eyes reddened as he spoke.
Murong Ji stood up, facing the unpredictable sea, his expression dazed. He said, "Your mother was once
known as the Pearl of Manchuria and Mongolia, and your father's ancestors were great Khans. However, at the beginning of the Liang Dynasty, they relentlessly pursued the Mongols, repeatedly
launching deep-seated campaigns, severely weakening the dynasty. By your father's generation, it was no longer as powerful as it once was."
Murong Chong walked over with his hands behind his back and laughed, "Brother, what you're saying is all ancient history, not worth mentioning. Right now,
the Chahar tribe claims legitimacy and, in alliance with the Liang Kingdom, doesn't take us seriously. This time, the Emperor personally led the expedition, and from then on, all the Mongol
tribes will be wiped out. The little prince can then return to Mongolia..." "Truly, Mongolia and China are friends for generations, like
brothers, jointly attacking Liang. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Murong Ji pondered for a moment, admiring the vastness of the sea, and murmured, "Will Dingzhou interfere and hinder us
?"
Murong Chong shook his head and smiled, standing shoulder to shoulder with Murong Ji, and sighed softly, "Liang has declined to this point,
like an old man in his twilight years. Chahar's defeat is already certain. Zhao Qingqing has only recently taken over Dingzhou. What needs peace more is not
the North, but Dingzhou. Under these circumstances, I believe this negotiation will be extremely smooth."
Murong Ji looked up at the sky and said, "The world's situation is changing, the stars are shifting. Is it already like this?"
Murong Chong nodded and said, "Third brother is right. Liang has a righteous army in the south, commanding hundreds of thousands, and the total..."
The rebels fought fiercely against Shao Renfeng, including Luo Wenjie (the Sky-Soaring Tiger), Zhang Jingzhong (the Heavenly Star), Li Jiancheng (the Water Dragon),
Yuan Jiye (the Living Li Kui), Wang Rucai (the Ten Fiends), and Fan Tong (the leader of the rebel army). These forces,
numbering over a dozen, broke through the encirclement and suppression of Shao Renfeng's troops, inflicting a major defeat on the government forces at Xingyang. They then joined forces in Luoyang, boasting an elite force of 400,000 men, organized into twenty battalions stretching for
hundreds of miles. The government troops fled at the mere mention of their name. "
Murong Ji breathed in the sea air and said softly, "Fan Tong is a man who loves to help the weak and oppressed. When there was a severe drought in the area,
Fan Tong gave away all his wealth to help the victims. He was known as the 'Living Song Jiang,' and the local farmers responded to his call. Such a person is either
a hero, a villain, or he is not worth mentioning."
Murong Chong added, "Moreover, Shao Renfeng is no ordinary person either. Liang Kingdom still has hundreds of
times our population. I heard that the court has recently promoted Yang Wenchang, who has been retired for a long time, and ordered him to send another 100,000 troops to suppress the rebels.
The situation is still hard to judge. I don't have much faith in those peasant armies." "
Murong Ji suddenly sneered, "Who will emerge victorious in the future is still unknown!"
Murong Chong yawned and said, "My brother thinks so too. With the mighty warships, conquering cities and seizing strongholds will be like
adding wings to a tiger."
As he spoke, his gaze stopped on Chahetai's face and he smiled, "Little prince, don't be impatient. Soon you will be able to rule your homeland
."
At this moment, Murong Ji suddenly said, "Look, the sun is about to rise."
Murong Chong turned around sharply and saw a red sun slowly revealing half of its face on the sea. It was as red as blood. The sea
was calm and the scenery was beautiful everywhere. At times, the fragrance of flowers wafted behind them, making people feel intoxicated.
Murong Ji stared at the sunrise, motionless as a statue. Murong Chong, too, held his breath, admiring the sunrise. Just
then, a ship appeared on the sea. Murong Chong laughed, "This ship truly is a paradise on earth."
Murong Ji's face showed some displeasure. "This is of utmost importance. We cannot be negligent, or the Emperor will blame us, and we cannot
afford the consequences."
Murong Chong smiled wryly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. "Yes, yes, I know what Third Brother is saying."
On the sea, the ship resembled a crouching sea beast. As the red sun rose, the giant ship, with the red sun as its backdrop, was truly picturesque
. The hull was painted a noble vermilion. As it gradually approached, Murong Chong laughed heartily and placed his hand on Murong
Ji's shoulder. "Third Brother, let's go to the shore where the ship is docked to greet it."
After saying this, Murong Chong hurriedly turned and left without waiting for Murong Ji. Murong Ji turned back and grasped Chahetai's hand, saying:
"Let's go, it's time you experienced the taste of a woman."
Chapter Thirty-Eight: A Sword to Win Hearts, the True Colors of a Gentleman
. On Peach Blossom Island, the pink lanterns gradually dimmed, the fragrance of flowers carried on the gentle breeze, and peach blossoms fell on her shoulders. As dawn broke, everything
seemed to begin anew. Zhao Qingqing stood gracefully beneath the small building, admiring the peach tree before her. Her dress was slightly
damp, her hair flowing, her figure standing beneath the peach tree. A beautiful woman admiring the flowers alone, she looked rather lonely…
Zhu Lin sighed softly, took a pink cloak and draped it over her fragrant shoulders, saying, "It's cold early in the morning."
Zhao Qingqing, like a fairy, turned her back to Zhu Lin without turning her head, saying, "Do you know, I haven't forgiven you yet?"
Zhu Lin blushed, took a few steps back, and said in a deep voice, "I know, even death can't make up for it." "I
was wrong,"
Zhao Qingqing slowly turned her delicate body, her jade hand lightly stroking her fragrant shoulder and cloak, her expression dazed. "Let bygones be
bygones. I'm not one to hold grudges, A-Lin, do you know that?"
Zhu Lin regretted his actions and said with concern, "It's cold outside, Your Highness, let's go inside."
Zhao Qingqing didn't say a word and walked into the living room. She seemed to have just woken up, her eyes still showing some weariness.
Sitting in a chair, she touched her cheek and said, "I thought about it for a long time last night. I hope you understand some things. I
'm not that kind of fickle woman. I hope that whenever and wherever you think of this conversation, you'll remember
every word I'm saying to you now."
Zhu Lin nodded vigorously, while Zhao Qingqing's posture remained aloof. She picked up a cup of hot tea, took a sip with her red lips, and her
jade-like face was pure and holy. Her cloak slipped down, revealing her fragrant shoulders. Zhu Lin noticed her aloof demeanor and quiet nature, and
wondered why she had been admiring the flowers alone this morning. He couldn't help but ask, "Last night, Your Highness and Brother Yan
were together?"
Zhao Qingqing took a small sip of tea, raised her stunningly beautiful face, and said calmly, "What happened?"
Zhu Lin swallowed hard and said, "Nothing happened, right?"
Zhao Qingqing chuckled, her laughter as beautiful as a hundred flowers blooming, so beautiful it was almost unbearable to look directly at. She seemed to find
it somewhat amusing, saying, "A lone man and a lone woman, what do you think might happen?"
Zhu Lin felt a pang of disappointment upon hearing her confirmation, and his mind flashed back to the image of Zhao Qingqing's naked body before him.
As Lu was pinned beneath Yan Yifan, their naked bodies entwined, Zhu Lin thought of Zhao Qingqing
. He imagined her, her red lips parted, moaning passionately, being
ravaged by a man. A pang of pain shot through Zhu Lin's heart, a surge of long-dormant desire
rising uncontrollably.
Zhao Qingqing's beautiful eyes were gentle as water, her voice soft as she said, "You don't need to be upset. I am his
woman, why should you think such things? Besides, we grew up together, we truly love each other."
Zhu Lin had always been capable of anything for Zhao Qingqing; his earlier regret vanished instantly
. He clenched his fists silently in his sleeves.
Seeing his distress, Zhao Qingqing gently put down her teacup and said softly, "Actually, nothing really happened between us last night
."
Zhu Lin knew Zhao Qingqing was a woman of her word, and upon hearing this, he almost jumped up, exclaiming, "Really?"
Zhao Qingqing lightly covered her red lips with her hand, chuckled, and scolded, "You filthy scoundrel, do you really want me
to have sex with someone? We're in a dangerous situation right now, how could Yan Lang be the kind of person who's so eager for pleasure? Last night, he held
me and said so many things, and we talked about so many things. In the end, we went for a walk on the beach together.
When she said this, her beautiful eyes were filled with tenderness, and she held her heart in her hands, saying dreamily: 'Under the moonlit night, I made a vow with him, promising
never to leave him, and he kept kissing me…'"
Zhao Qingqing suddenly realized what she meant, covering her red lips with her hand, her face flushing slightly,
looking incredibly beautiful, making one want to hold this stunning princess, so deeply in love, in their arms and cherish her tenderly…
Zhu Lin stood there speechless, stunned. Zhao Qingqing rose gracefully, her expression quickly returning to its usual cool and aloof demeanor.
She slowly walked into her boudoir, closing the door with a soft creak. She had gotten up early and hadn't bothered with dressing
up. Her beautiful face was now hidden behind the gauze curtains, her delicate hand lightly resting on her shoulder. Her cloak gently
fell to the floor.
Zhu Lin leaned against the doorway, imagining the alluring beauty inside the room. Her body was now pure and flawless,
her clothes falling away one by one, revealing skin as white as snow. He imagined her smooth, snow-white
neck, then her long, alluring black hair. He could almost see her full,
firm breasts through the door. Without even imagining it, he knew how smooth and long her legs, hidden beneath her skirt, must be.
Time seemed to stand still. Zhao Qingqing had changed into a pale yellow gauze dress, and with her slender, white hands, she stepped out of the room
. The dress shimmered, and exquisite gold flowers were embroidered on the bodice, making her skin appear even more radiant and beautiful
. She was incredibly noble.
Zhu Lin stared at her speechlessly, but Zhao Qingqing ignored him and sat down by the bronze mirror to examine
her reflection. In the mirror, her jet-black hair was styled in a bun, her eyebrows were delicately arched, and her
beautiful eyes shone with clear light. Her skin was incredibly white, and her slender, white hands, partially concealed by gauze sleeves, were alluring.
Zhu Lin silently walked behind her, then suddenly said softly, "A lot has happened in the past few days."
Zhao Qingqing remained motionless, saying, "How could I not know that many things are beyond my control?"
Zhu Lin sighed, hands behind his back, "The human heart is truly a terrifying thing, because desires arise in it every moment."
Zhao Qingqing said coldly, "If you can't see through it, you'll be the one who suffers."
Zhu Lin reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind his back, saying, "Then you'll have to bear the consequences."
Zhao Qingqing ignored him, standing up gracefully, and said, "Today is the day of negotiations. While we still have time,
let's go sit in the courtyard for a while."
She left first. When Zhu Lin came out, Zhao Qingqing was sitting on a stone bench, her jade hand supporting her cheek, seemingly
lost in thought. Zhu Lin pressed his hand... Changjian sat beside her and said, "Your Highness, you said the Chahar Mongols are facing a life-or-death
crisis. Are we really not going to help them?"
Zhao Qingqing replied earnestly, "It's not that we won't help, but that we can't."
Zhu Lin further advised, "I'm worried that if the Chahar are destroyed, they'll be like lips and teeth, cold and vulnerable."
Zhao Qingqing picked up a peach blossom from the ground and held it in her jade-like hand, saying, "My army is small and my generals are few; I'm truly powerless .
Who doesn't understand the principle of 'lips and teeth, cold and vulnerable'?"
Zhu Lin said, "Then let's see what fate has in store for them. Anyway, taking Changjun is the most important thing."
Zhao Qingqing suddenly smiled sweetly and parted her red lips slightly, saying, "You said five thousand men could take Changjun, but actually,
I have my doubts."
Zhu Lin smelled her fragrant breath as she spoke, inhaling the beauty's delicate scent, and instantly felt a surge of heroic spirit, saying:
"It's not that I'm boasting that five thousand men are enough, but I already sent people to scout out the situation in Changjun."
Hearing his words, Zhao Qingqing's mood seemed to improve, her voice soft and melodious. "Hmm,
knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory. The fact that you sent people to scout Changjun beforehand shows you're not just a reckless
fool. I haven't misjudged you."
Zhu Lin was already close to her, and although he dared not flirt with Zhao Qingqing anymore, it
was still easy for him to subtly take advantage of her. Smelling the fragrance emanating from Zhao Qingqing's delicate body, Zhu Lin, brimming with pride, placed his hand on his sword and said, "
A small Changjun is nothing. Zhu Lin will also conquer Yongzhou for Your Highness, subjugate Xidu, and then take the opportunity
to establish contact with Jinzhou, in order to seize Jinzhou."
Zhao Qingqing's beautiful eyes were clear, her expression calm and gentle as she said, "Don't bite off more than you can chew." "After I return to Dingzhou
, I will make time to settle the refugees. If Changjun hadn't submitted to the Northern Kingdom, I wouldn't have been in such a hurry to attack it,"
Zhu Lin said. "Actually, it was bound to happen sooner or later, and dragging it out won't solve anything." His gaze swept
over Zhao Qingqing's sleeve, and he asked, "Is this a dragon?"
Zhao Qingqing raised her hand, revealing a delicately embroidered dragon on her long, slender arm wrapped in a pale yellow gauze sleeve .
A lifelike dragon was exquisitely embroidered from her pinkish-yellow shoulder down to her arm. Zhao Qingqing charmingly touched the embroidered dragon on her dress,
smiling sweetly, "It is a dragon."
Her slender hand was hidden within the gauze sleeve, only partially visible. Zhu Lin examined it carefully and said, "The embroidery is excellent
. This dress seems tailor-made for Your Highness."
Zhao Qingqing raised her pretty face and gazed at the warm sunlight above. The sunlight was so inviting. The two sat idly in the courtyard,
enjoying the flowers and drinking tea in a peaceful manner. Not long after, Fang Bing gracefully entered the courtyard and called out sweetly, " Your Highness.
"
Zhao Qingqing rose to greet her, her jade hands behind her back, and said gently, "Miss Fang."
Fang Bing was wearing a light blue dress today, with a light blue gauze over her delicate body. The front of the dress was slightly open, revealing a light purple bodice underneath.
A snow-white silk ribbon tied around her slender waist. Her skirt fluttered gracefully, and her hair flowed freely. Even before she arrived,
a fragrance wafted through the air. Zhu Lin glanced at her purple bodice, and Fang Bing, seemingly unintentionally, lightly covered her breasts with her jade hand and
chuckled, "Your Highness, the ship is almost at the shore."
Zhao Qingqing said, "Then let's go. Zhu Lin, let's go."
The two women went out side by side, with Zhu Lin following behind. It was a bit chilly in the morning, but refreshing. Fang Bing
took Zhao Qingqing's hand and asked with concern, "Did Your Highness sleep well last night?"
Zhao Qingqing thought for a moment and said, "Yes... " "On this island, isolated from the Central Plains, it reminds me of
the days when I lived deep in the mountains, untouched by human habitation,"
Fang Bing chuckled. "If Your Highness likes it, you are welcome to come and visit often. The conflict between the Northern Kingdom and the Liang Kingdom
doesn't affect this place."
The two women walked along, surrounded by blooming peach blossoms. Many peach blossoms fell on their shoulders. When they reached the dock
, Murong Ji, Murong Chong, and a dozen others were already waiting there. Murong Chong, with his sharp eyes, turned his head and saw
Zhao Qingqing and Fang Bing walking side by side. In the sunlight, her delicate body exuded a holy aura, truly like a fairy. Murong Chong's
eyes widened, and he couldn't wait to greet her with great enthusiasm, asking, "Is the princess comfortable here?"
Zhao Qingqing replied calmly, "It's alright."
Murong Chong laughed heartily, his appearance unrestrained, saying, "This place is by the sea; watching the tide under the full moon is truly a beautiful sight."
He leaned closer to her, as if to whisper in her ear. Zhao Qingqing frowned slightly and subtly stepped back
. Zhu Lin, seeing this, couldn't tolerate this northern barbarian bullying his beloved fairy. He drew his sword and stepped forward, clearly
displeased. "Your Highness, please have some self-respect!"
Murong Chong coughed and said, "Ahem, Princess's beauty is truly captivating. This humble man
is utterly astonished by your beauty. Please forgive any rudeness."
Zhao Qingqing gestured for Zhu Lin to step back and said softly, "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. Everything is fine."
Murong Chong pondered, "I was worried that the Princess wouldn't be comfortable staying here, so I had already planned to arrange for some capable servants
to attend to her."
Zhao Qingqing couldn't be too cold, so she smiled sweetly and said, "It's nothing, Your Highness needn't worry about it."
This was the first time Murong Chong had spoken to her so closely. Just as he was about to say more, Murong Ji approached with a displeased expression and
said, "Princess, the boat..." "We should be docking soon. This negotiation is of great importance. Whether our two countries can reconcile depends
on today."
Zhao Qingqing said solemnly, "I am here by imperial decree to negotiate a truce with your country. But I wonder
who else is on board besides the representatives of Liang and the Northern Kingdom?"
Murong Ji shook his head and smiled, "The ship came from the sea. I have already sent a letter to your emperor, stating that
there are Mongols on board, as well as rebels from your country. This was permitted by your emperor."
Zhao Qingqing said calmly, "Good."
The group walked forward and stood on the shore. A huge ship slowly sailed in. Zhao Qingqing, as beautiful as an ice fairy, was the most
eye-catching. She and Fang Bing stood among dozens of people, becoming the most beautiful scenery. Most of the people around
had seen beautiful women before, but few had seen such stunning beauty. Smelling the different fragrances on the two women, most
people thought to themselves that today was truly worthwhile.
Zhu Lin was extremely vigilant and loyally stayed by Zhao Qingqing's side, preventing anyone with ulterior motives from getting too close to her. Just
then, Zhao Qingqing felt someone peeking at her from behind, as if they wanted to see her naked. The
person's gaze moved from her back to her thighs, lingering on her beautiful buttocks covered by her skirt. Zhao Qingqing was a martial artist, and
her senses were extraordinary. She couldn't help but turn around, her beautiful eyes scanning the crowd. She saw a
young boy in tattered clothes standing in the crowd, unremarkable in appearance—it was Cha Hetai.
Chahetai was unremarkable in appearance and seemed shy, hiding timidly in the crowd. Zhao Qingqing, seeing his
tattered clothes, smiled gently and said, "Come here."
Chahetai, still shy, looked around to make sure Zhao Qingqing was calling him. He had never seen
such a beautiful woman before. Zhao Qingqing's voice was gentle as she called, "Don't be afraid, come here..."
Chahetai then mustered his courage and walked towards her. Chahetai was fourteen years old. Being of Mongolian descent
, he was strong and tall, but his head only reached Zhao Qingqing's neck. Zhao Qingqing, tall and slender,
looked down at Chahetai standing before her, her gaze gentle as water, and said softly, "You're not a
child anymore, you should understand..." "You need to get yourself ready. Why are you dressed so poorly? Is someone deliberately mistreating you?"
Murong Ji secretly resented Zhao Qingqing; this woman was no simpleton, even more infuriating than Murong Chong. He could only say calmly, "He is
a servant of my household. I have high hopes for him, hoping he will be strong-willed and shoulder heavy responsibilities. Young men should endure
hardship; without it, they won't understand where suffering comes from." Zhao Qingqing frowned slightly and said, "He is an adult now, and he already has a sense of propriety and shame. 　　How can Your Highness teach
him to be dressed in such rags ?" 　　Murong Chong echoed, "Who says otherwise? I feel sorry for him. A dignified Mongolian prince, living in a royal 　　household, everyone else is dressed in fine clothes and eaten in luxury, while he alone is hungry and cold. How can a prince hold his head high as 　　a person? Let alone strive for self-improvement." "Isn't this misleading the young?" 　　Murong Ji said calmly, "Are kings and generals born with a special destiny? Even a beggar can become a king or emperor. This is 　　how one grows in adversity. If one doesn't understand how to grow in adversity, one probably can't handle even a small setback. Do you think I'm deliberately trying to make people hate me?" 　　Murong Chong sighed, "Third brother, why are you angry! Everyone knows you have a strong personality. People aren't suspecting 　　you of deliberately mistreating the little prince, but rather that you're using the wrong methods to teach him." 　　Zhao Qingqing interrupted their argument, "Your Highness, please calm down. Could you please dress the child properly for my sake 　　?" 　　Murong Ji then said, "Since it's the princess's order, I will naturally comply. Once we're on the ship, there will be fine clothes for him 　　to change into." Zhao Qingqing smiled gently, "Then I'll trouble Your 　　Highness 　　." Tai, who was shy, had already hidden himself next to Murong Ji. Murong Ji was clearly not a talkative person and didn't 　　say much. Everyone waited quietly for the giant ship to gradually approach the shore. A ladder was extended from the ship, and a red carpet was laid out. Murong Chong was the first to climb the ladder and 　　said loudly, "Please, everyone." 　　There were hundreds of guards with swords 　　standing on the ship, all of them in black armor, each with their hands on their swords. The yellow dragon flag on the ship fluttered wildly in the wind, 　　showing a magnificent military display. The ministers of the Northern Kingdom also felt proud and arrogant, and their eyes showed more disdain for the people of other countries. As Murong Chong led the way 　　, he proudly praised the Northern Kingdom's elite guards who were responsible for guarding the ship, assuring everyone 　　that there would be no problem on the ship. 　　The group boarded the ship. Zhu Lin, disliking Murong Chong's arrogant attitude, coughed and 　　asked Zhao Qingqing, "Your Highness, what is the Xiaowei?" 　　Zhao Qingqing replied casually, "The Xiaowei are the personal guards of the Northern Emperor, who have fought against the Mongols." 　　Zhu Lin feigned surprise, "What were the results?" 　　Zhao Qingqing glanced at the people beside her, then said lightly, "They fought the Mongols for ten years, and were defeated several 　　times..." 　　Zhu Lin made an "oh" sound, "I see..." 　　The faces of the Northern people were not pleasant. After all, when Jianzhou had just begun to gain power, it had 　　clashed with one of the three Mongol tribes, resulting in three major battles over ten years, with Jianzhou suffering three major defeats. This was a shameful history, and the Xiaowei 　　had been a major force in those battles. Murong Ji chuckled, "Victory and defeat are common in war, ha, this is nothing special." 　　Princess Xuanxuan pouted, "Today isn't a day for heated debates, why bother!"

Zhu Lin laughed, "Someone is deliberately trying to intimidate others. Honestly, why bother?"
Zhao Qingqing raised her jade hand and said, "For the sake of Your Highness, I won't say anything more."
Murong Ji laughed, "The princess is truly intelligent and kind-hearted, a fairy of ice and snow, and doesn't like to fight with others. It's rare to find such a person."
When boarding the ship, Princess Xuanxuan and Fang Bing entered the ship hand in hand. The ship's main hall was luxuriously decorated and
extremely spacious. Even if it could accommodate two hundred people at the same time, it wouldn't feel crowded. The banquet was in full swing, with a dozen
or so people sitting on both sides of the hall. The people on the seats were dressed in different styles. There were strong and sturdy Mongolians, as well as tall and sturdy Central Plains people, and even
people from the Western Regions whose skin color was very different from that of the Central Plains people. However, they were laughing heartily at the moment, as if they were having a very pleasant conversation.
The hall was filled with beautiful women, their sleeves fluttering in the breeze. All were of exceptional beauty, with fair skin and lovely faces.
The dancers wore bright yellow, floor-length pink gowns. As they danced, their jade-like arms were raised high, and as their skirts billowed, their long, shapely legs
were glimpsed beneath, arousing intense desire. Murong Ji stepped inside, hands behind his back, and smiled, "
I apologize for keeping you all waiting."
To his left sat mostly Mongols, many from the Western Regions. The leader of the Mongols stood up, placed his left hand on his chest,
and said in a booming voice, "Temur greets..." "Your Highness."
Temur was tall and imposing, standing a full head taller than everyone else in the room, a true towering figure.
His cruelty, bloodthirstiness, and countless murders, coupled with his fierce and piercing gaze, his thick beard, and several terrifying
scars on his face, made him even more intimidating. Murong Ji, with his hands behind his back, said calmly, "General Temur, no need for formalities, please sit."
Temur nodded and sat down. The dancing beauties in the room tactfully retreated to the sides. Murong Ji strode into the boat
and, without hesitation, took the seat of honor at the front. He then said, "Today is undoubtedly a great day for all the heroes of the world.
Among those present are representatives from five forces: the Mongols, Jianzhou, Liang, the Western Regions, and the Righteous Army.
Before we begin, let me ask my fourth brother, Prince Yu Nan, to introduce them to everyone."
Murong Chong, Murong Ji, Princess Xuanxuan, Fang Bing, and Yan Yifan sat at the front left. Zhao Qingqing and Zhu Lin
sat opposite Murong Ji. Behind them were the ministers of Liang and the Northern Kingdom, seated according to their respective factions. Murong Chong stood up and
pointed to Temur, saying: "General Temur is the most valiant and skilled hero among the Mongol tribes. He once led five hundred warriors
to abduct the bride of Wuzhuli Khan. Wuzhuli Khan, fearing the general's unparalleled might, led eighty thousand
people to flee overnight from the butcher's knife in General Temur's hand!"
Murong Chong was deliberately flattering Temur's great achievements. Sure enough, upon hearing this, Temur's face frequently showed
a proud smile. Seeing that everyone's eyes were on his face, Temur smiled broadly, coughed a few times, and
didn't know where to put his hands.
Murong Chong paused briefly, then pointed to a large, fat man with blue eyes and a chubby face, saying, "Heaven and earth are divided into the sun and the moon, and the sun's rays
forever shine on the sky of the Western Regions. This is Prince Morton of the Borgan Khanate, the largest country in the Western Regions." Prince
Morton stared lecherously at Fang Bing and Zhao Qingqing, his mouth practically watering. Fang Bing
glared at him coldly, then turned to Princess Xuanxuan and scolded, "What Prince Morton? You're a pig king!"
Princess Xuanxuan covered her mouth and laughed, "You're so silly. Isn't Brother Yan right next to you? He could be your shield."
Fang Bing was a stunning beauty, and her coquettishness was quite captivating, making one's heart itch. Fang Bing
smiled sweetly, "Bing'er would never use anyone as a shield, especially not Brother Yan!"
Yan Yifan, who had been drinking tea next to her, was close by. After hearing the two women's conversation, he silently embraced
Fang Bing's delicate body and pulled her into his arms. With a soft moan, her pretty face flushed crimson. She struggled weakly in his arms
for a few moments before giving up. Princess Xuanxuan smiled radiantly, saying, "I think Bing'er has met her match this time."
Fang Bing, her hair styled in a bun, was elegant and beautiful. Now, her slender body was held in his arms, her breasts heaving, her cheeks flushed
. She bit her red lips and scolded, "You naughty girl! You're not helping me, yet you're causing trouble! I hate you!"
Yan Yifan raised his cup and drank another cup of tea, his face close to Fang Bing's as he chuckled, "Being a shield once is harmless
, why not?"
Fang Bing sat on his lap, scolding, "Brother Yan, it would
be great if you really helped me teach that pig king a lesson."
As soon as she finished speaking, her beautiful eyes, full of charm, gazed at his face. The girl's breath was sweet and intoxicating, even a little
aphrodisiac. Yan Yifan's attention was elsewhere, and he didn't notice Fang Bing. Fang Bing pouted and remained silent.
When Murong Chong introduced a man in plain clothes, his expression was grave. "When officials force the people to rebel, the people have no choice but to rebel.
This is Li Jiancheng, known as the 'Water Dragon of Righteousness'!"
Zhao Qingqing, already annoyed by the lecherous stares of the men in the room, parted her red lips and said coldly:
"When natural disasters befall humanity, even emperors are powerless."
Li Jiancheng, with his thick eyebrows and fierce eyes, gleaming like a tiger in the mountains, exuded an imposing aura even in his seated posture.
His dark skin and simple clothes made him resemble a bandit from the mountains. He spoke up, "I have heard that the eunuchs in power
prey on the people, and officials levy exorbitant taxes, which has led to natural disasters and popular resentment. A million-strong righteous army has risen up in Henan, its forces sweeping across
several provinces. The government troops flee at the mere mention of their name, and cities surrender voluntarily wherever the army goes. Ah, this is the will of the people."
Zhao Qingqing coldly said, "I have heard that the rebels have captured Fuzhou, carrying out massacres, rapes, and plunder. The city's inhabitants are terrified,
fleeing like ants. Fifty thousand rebel soldiers swarmed into the city, killing anyone they encountered, leaving rivers of blood. Countless women have been raped, hanged, or thrown into wells.
The rebels, in their rage, have even committed gang rape by eight thieves. May I ask if the Prince of Yi acknowledges this?"
Princess Xuanxuan was a woman of exceptional refinement. Upon hearing this, he slammed his fist on the table and angrily exclaimed, "Such a thing has happened?"
Murong Chong coughed several times and said, "Gentlemen, listen to what I have to say. We are here today for negotiations. Why bring up
old grievances?"
Princess Xuanxuan retorted angrily, "Such behavior is no different from that of beasts!"
Li Jiancheng sneered without changing his expression, "The government troops besieging the rebel army, abusing women, and killing innocent people to claim credit are countless,
aren't they? On the battlefield, you are an outsider, so it's best to mind your own business."
Zhu Lin winked at Zhao Qingqing and whispered, "Your Highness may not know, but in these chaotic times
, war is rampant. These kinds of killings and massacres have existed since ancient times. It's useless to talk about them; it's better not to mention them."
Murong Ji clapped his hands and laughed, "It's a rare gathering today. First, I must announce a major event. General Temur
earnestly requests the Northern Kingdom to send troops to eliminate the Chahar tribe and clear the way for the little prince to return to the grasslands. This is a fortunate event, and the war..."
The vast grasslands, which have been divided for hundreds of years, will finally be free from war. The grassland king will be just a young prince. Such a feat
is truly inspiring. What do you all think? "
General Temur slammed his fist on the table and roared, "The Chahar and my tribe have an irreconcilable feud! It's truly hateful!"
At present, the only place involved in the Northern Kingdom's military action against the Mongols was Dingzhou, where Zhao Qingqing resided. She had already realized that Murong Ji
wanted a clear answer from her. She gently touched her cheek with her delicate hand and said, "As long as Your Highness doesn't violate the Liang Kingdom's
borders, the two countries will naturally not commit any offenses."
Murong Ji smiled and said, "Of course, Princess Zhao is very understanding. Peace between the two countries will no longer be just empty talk."
Li Jiancheng knew that the topic of the rebel army was about to come up, and he took the initiative, showing no sign of backing down, and asked, "Miss Zhao,
what is your explanation for the rebel army?"
Zhao Qingqing's beautiful eyes were like water, her sleeves lightly covering her cheek as she gently touched her hand and said softly, "It's very simple. I received a secret imperial edict. The edict stated that as long as the peasant army surrenders, they will disband their forces on the spot and promise 　　never to rebel again. The Emperor's grace is boundless, and the peasant army will be granted titles
and honors. " "
Each of the rebel kings will be granted ten prefectures, and their descendants will enjoy the imperial
stipends for generations."
Li Jiancheng coldly replied, "Is that so? Once the hundreds of thousands of rebels are disbanded, not to mention whether those hundreds of thousands of brothers agree or
not, how will we kings survive?"
Zhao Qingqing softly said, "Once we surrender, the court will announce to the world that it will treat each king well. Those who break their promises will
be abandoned by heaven and earth."
Li Jiancheng, his face contorted with rage, said, "Enough with the empty talk. Your emperor said he would
grant us ten prefectures, but that's all empty talk. With our 400,000 troops, we
can conquer not just ten prefectures, but a hundred."
Zhao Qingqing frowned slightly at his reckless manner. Even if she were not a princess, an ordinary woman
would not feel good being angrily rebuked in public. Although everyone present had a temper, they had never
seen anyone dare to angrily rebuke a princess.
In the eyes of the world, she was pure and innocent, the most beautiful woman in the land, and was always fawned over wherever she went. Her
rudeness towards Li Jiancheng was unbearable to onlookers. Zhu Lin, as Zhao Qingqing's attendant, couldn't tolerate it and
was about to kill Li Jiancheng on the spot. Yan Yifan, seeing Zhao Qingqing being treated so disrespectfully, his refined demeanor softened
, and he questioned, "Prince Yi is supposed to be a powerful figure, is your only skill to yell and berate a woman
?"
Li Jiancheng replied without shame, "I come from humble beginnings, and I speak frankly, unlike some who are all talk and no
action."
Zhao Qingqing, after all, was... Zhao Qingqing smiled sweetly and said, "I understand. If Your Majesty is truly so generous,
perhaps there is still room for discussion."
Li Jiancheng smiled at her, his eyes filled with her stunning beauty. In his eyes, Zhao Qingqing had delicate willow-leaf eyebrows,
gentle and intelligent eyes, a delicate nose, and her red lips parted slightly when she spoke, her breath sweet as orchids. Her snow-white skin was incredibly tender, and
her graceful, slender neck made one want to hold it in their mouth and lick it. Her noble body was dressed in a yellow gauze dress that radiated a crystal-
clear luster, making her as beautiful as an ice fairy. When a few strands of hair brushed against her breasts, it made Li Jiancheng's heart flutter.
He was not a lustful person; he always told himself that.
Li Jiancheng's heart pounded. He had long noticed this ethereal beauty, but he had suppressed
his feelings. Only when Zhao Qingqing spoke to him one-on-one did he realize he couldn't resist her charm. Every
gesture she made was so pure and elegant, so noble and graceful. Any man would want to hold her in his arms, embrace
her beautiful body, and kiss her alluring shoulders. When Zhao Qingqing wore her yellow gauze dress, her most alluring feature was actually her
shoulders, so smooth and white—no one could resist such skin. Li Jiancheng clenched his fists, unable to meet Zhao
Qingqing's gaze, and turned his face away, saying, "We only need to cut..." " Give me a province, and the imperial court will provide a million taels of silver annually. The righteous army will then help the court
quell the bandits and restore peace to the land."
Zhao Qingqing said with clear eyes, "I cannot make that decision." She then ignored him.
Murong Ji, of course, did not want Li Jiancheng to surrender, and he knew very well that Li Jiancheng would not surrender. Therefore
, he said confidently, "Hehe, now that everything is settled, I can return to report with peace of mind. As for the righteous army
, well, good things take time. I think both sides can calm down and have a proper discussion."
Murong Chong clapped his hands, and many beautiful women rushed over to serve him attentively. Just then, the little prince changed
... Dressed in brocade robes, he walked to Murong Ji's side. His hair was tied with a jade crown, and after a bath, he looked much more refreshed. Murong Ji
laughed, "It seems the saying 'clothes make the man' is true."
Cha Hetai secretly glanced at Zhao Qingqing and noticed her exchanging glances with Yan Yifan, her
expression charming and captivating. Murong Chong laughed beside him, "Third Brother's actions are truly extraordinary. This time, we
brothers can return home with peace of mind."
Fang Bing and Princess Xuanxuan were chatting happily when, unknowingly, a hot, erect penis began to stir
, sinking into her beautiful buttocks through her gauze skirt. Fang Bing was sitting on Yan Yifan's... Her beautiful buttocks were pressed against his inner thighs.
Yan Yifan and Zhao Qingqing exchanged glances intentionally or unintentionally. Zhao Qingqing suddenly turned her pretty face to Zhu Lin and chuckled, actually
doing it for Yan Yifan's benefit. Seeing how alluring she was, yet unable to immediately embrace her,
his manhood instinctively swelled, its firm and powerful thrusting into Fang Bing's beautiful buttocks through her gauze skirt.
When Fang Bing discovered the man's naughty thing inside her buttocks, her face flushed red. The hard, burning object repeatedly rubbed
against the deep valley of her buttocks. Meanwhile, Zhao Qingqing covered her mouth and giggled, but no one else could see it, so Yan Yifan could only smile wryly.
Both Fang Bing and Yan Yifan were in a difficult position. Yan Yifan, aroused by Zhao Qingqing,
had his penis uncontrollably thrust into Fang Bing's beautiful buttocks, unable to soften. With such a warm and soft woman in his arms, and Fang Bing being such a beauty, the feeling
of being caught in a bind finally made him understand what it meant to be caught in a trap. His face flushed, he weakly scolded,
"Bad man! Bad man!"
Princess Xuanxuan seemed to see through the situation, her face also turning slightly red, finding it quite amusing. Seeing his obvious
discomfort, Zhao Qingqing finally gave in, gently stroking her hair and calmly sipping her tea.
[To be continued]

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