[Fantasy] Khitan Song: The Pillow Slave (Complete) - 40 Chapters (Complete)

Chapter 206 Why Suffer Such Heartbreak (The Princess's Finale, Part 2)

Perhaps, some people are just like that; even after a long separation, they can still be as close as ever when they meet again. They were like that. Neither of them mentioned the six months they were apart, because even without explanation, the answer they sought had already been found in each other's eyes and smiles. Time, like flowing water, continued on, peacefully and calmly, until the morning of ten days later, when the imperial court suddenly issued an edict: the Crown Prince would personally lead an expedition as commander-in-chief to attack the Western Xia Dynasty, which was invading the southwest of the Song Dynasty daily. Ye Fuge, as the deputy general, would also accompany him on the expedition to Western Xia.

Military orders are like mountains; as subjects, they had no choice but to obey. Although Luanxuan was worried, and although Ye Fuge was also unwilling, it was the Emperor's order, how could they disobey?

"I've heard that a beautiful flower grows on the border between Song and Western Xia, called 'Morning Autumn'. You must pick some for me," Luan Xuan said with a smile, looking up at the handsome man in armor on horseback.

"Alright, if I can't forget," Ye Fuge smiled, gave her a deep look, raised his whip, and, along with the grand procession of carriages and horses, slowly disappeared into the twilight.

Time can fly by unnoticed, or it can drag on agonizingly in fear. Luan Xuan waited alone in the Marquis's mansion for a month, finally receiving news of their triumphant return.

That day was the fifteenth of August.

Upon receiving this news, she was naturally overjoyed. In her excitement, she even went to play at the home of Nu Sang'er, who had already returned to the Song Dynasty. At that time, she arrived at Nu Sang'er's house carrying a mooncake filled with croton seeds, talking about how she wanted to find someone to teach Yelü Gonglin a lesson. Suddenly, Ye Fuge's personal guard rushed in with a panicked expression and said urgently in her ear, "Madam, something bad has happened! I have received news that the Crown Prince and the Marquis have been ambushed and are trapped in an isolated city. Their fate is unknown!"

Upon hearing this, Luan Xuan swayed and almost fell to the ground. She steadied herself and kept asking questions, like setting off firecrackers, until she finally understood what had happened. Her face was even paler than the moonlight. "Yue Lai, how long will it take to get from here to Huizhou?"

"I'm afraid it will take two days without rest!"

"Didn't you just say that the Marquis and the others could hold out for another two days at most?!"

'Yes... Madam, you...'

"Don't say any more, quickly prepare a fine horse with excellent speed for me, I'll go find him now!"

"But Madam... this... this is too dangerous... the reinforcements sent by the Emperor have all been annihilated, if you go, it will be even more dangerous!"

"This is the only way now!! I told you to go, so what are you arguing about! "1" At this moment, Luanxuan was truly anxious, her eyes blazing red, her small face deathly pale. She kept yelling at him angrily. He dared not disobey, knowing that even if he didn't give her a horse, given her personality, she would take it by force. He hurriedly agreed and quickly found a fine steed. He was just about to tell her to be careful when he heard an excited neigh, and the steed, driven by the girl on its back, rushed into the night... Ye Fuge, wait for me, you must wait for me!!

Two days later,

Huizhou, morning mist filled the air... The stench of blood permeated the abandoned city.

Inside, only four or five hundred people remained, all wounded and mutilated, their faces splattered with blood. Though they stood, their injuries were too severe to be saved even if carried out.

Among them stood only one man, unscathed, his hair disheveled, his handsome face as cold as frost in February. His gaze, icy and unwavering, swept over the thousands of armored archers on the city walls, then over the man in white, hands behind his back, handsome yet with a gentle, cold expression. A mocking smile slowly crept across his lips as he shouted at the man, "Ling Chunjian, why won't you let them fire? Let them fire!"

The archers on the city wall all turned to look at Ling Chunjian. Ling Chunjian frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over the proud and angry man below the city wall. A hint of pity flickered in his eyes, and his voice was icy cold. "You look like a trapped beast. Even I feel a pang of heartache seeing you like this." Ye

Fuge sneered, his gaze mocking. "Should I thank you?" Ling Chunjian sighed softly, his eyes, shrouded in sorrow, melancholy and dark. His expression softened slightly, as if trying to salvage something. "Fuge, with your intelligence, why must you exert yourself for those incompetent Song people? You and I both know that the prince you risked your life to escort away was nothing but an incompetent coward. Even if he survives, so what?" " The fate of the Song Dynasty is sealed. You might as well surrender to our Western Xia sooner rather than later, and you won't have to..."

"Whether the fate of the Song Dynasty is sealed or not is not for you barbarians to decide, but for us Song people to decide!" Ye Fuge said coldly, the howling wind whipping his long hair around his face, yet unable to budge his body an inch.

"My lord, if we delay any longer, the Song Crown Prince might not make it in time," someone whispered a reminder.

Ling Chunjian's expression stiffened. He gave Ye Fuge a deep look, a strange glint appearing in his gentle gaze. A fleeting pain of struggle crossed his face, but it vanished in an instant, replaced by a glacial calm. He stared directly at Ye Fuge and said, "I'll ask you one last time, will you yield or not?" Ye

Fuge knew his intentions; how could he not understand? This was his last chance, but some things truly couldn't be compromised in the slightest. He lowered his eyes and gently stroked the cluster of pale blue wildflowers hanging from the bamboo tube at his waist. His smile was dashing and carefree, like waves crashing in a bamboo forest, containing a detached indifference to life and death. "I won't let him..."

Ling Chunjian's eyes flashed, as if a sharp lightning bolt had slashed across them. He took a deep breath and slowly raised his hand. In his ears, he heard the sound of countless arrows being nocked.

That sound felt like something had exploded in his heart, the pain blurring his vision. He stared intently at the city wall below, facing... He still smiled, his face still that of a fearless, dashing man. Memories of the past flashed by, each one fading into the wind. "

What I owe you, I can only repay in the next life."

As his jade-like fingers rose and fell, a tear silently slid down his cheek, disappearing without a trace into his wide sleeve.

Outside Huizhou City, the rapid clatter of hooves echoed, their sound strangely clear and jarring in the deserted city.

Luanxuan, mounted on horseback, watched the soldiers lying dead beneath the hooves. Her heart pounded with unease. Yet, she secretly rejoiced; thankfully, none of those lying on the ground were Ye Fuge.

But where was he now? The city was deserted, littered with corpses. Yet, Yue Lai had claimed they were besieged here. Why, upon arriving, was there no one there, not even the Western Xia people? She dismounted and walked slowly through the piles of corpses. Suddenly, her wandering gaze froze on a certain spot. [A separate advertisement follows: "Double Eleven Hot Items Forum, Guaranteed Reputation! Health-conscious, Affordable, Tasteful, and Private Adult Products and Lingerie Mall - Click to Enter."]

A west wind rose, and beneath the falling leaves,

a familiar figure knelt on one knee with his back to the ground, a long sword planted firmly in his hand. He remained motionless, his jet-black, smooth hair swirling with leaves in the west wind. A dozen cold arrows pierced his back, leaving a patch of cold blood on his chest.

She trembled, her face turning deathly pale. She rushed forward, shouting... "Ye Fuge..."

No one responded. His handsome face remained as handsome as ever, but his complexion was ashen, as if covered by a layer of frost. A thin stream of crimson blood flowed down his lips and had already dried.

However, his eyes remained open, and his dark, stagnant gaze still held the same ambiguous smile as before, only with a hint of regret and concern. His other hand gently caressed the bunch of small blue flowers in the bamboo tube at his waist; those flowers were the 'Morning and Evening' variety.

If it weren't for his cold body and stopped breathing, no one would think he was dead. "Ye Fuge!! Ye Fuge! I'm here, I'm here, open your eyes and look at me!!" "Ye Fuge, Ye... Ye Fuge..." Luan Xuan cried, clinging to him, her voice hoarse, shaking his body violently, "Don't die, don't go... come back!" As

she cried, she suddenly raised her head, her tearful eyes glaring fiercely at the man standing a dozen steps away from Ye Fuge, the man in white, his voice trembling with emotion, "It was you, you did it, didn't you??"

Ling Chunjian silently nodded, a deep sorrow also etched in his eyes, "Yes."

"Why?! Why?! He always treated you like a brother!! Why are you so heartless?! Why is your heart so cruel!! Do you know that he promised me that after he came back this time, he would never care about these conflicts again and would come back to 'Spring Valley' with me? Why, why are you so cruel!!!"

Luan Xuan cried out to him, her eyes red, like a wounded little wild animal. Strands of hair on her shoulders flew wildly around her face, fluttering and dancing with the withered yellow leaves.

Ling Chunjian was speechless, only silently lowering his head, not uttering a sound, only his face was as pale as snow.

"I...I'll kill you!!" Intense hatred and pain made her eyes bloodshot. She suddenly picked up a cold sword from the ground, her voice trembling as she cried out, and thrust the sword into Ling Chunjian's chest.

A moment later, a spurt of blood gushed out, but it wasn't Ling Chunjian's blood; it was Luan Xuan's. She paused, her sword falling to the ground, a string of blood trickling from her mouth. Her body went limp, and she slid to the ground.

"Princess?!" Ling Chunjian was startled and quickly picked her up, only to find several sharp golden darts embedded in her back. His gaze sharpened as he looked at the darts, then turned to the woman in green on the city wall, shouting in shock and anger, "Yu Lu, what are you doing!"

Yu Lu stood coldly on the city wall, saying, "I promised my sister I wouldn't let anyone hurt you. If that person wants to hurt you, they will die!"

"You…she wouldn't kill me at all!" Ling Chunjian felt a sharp pain in his heart, his face pale. He protested loudly, his hands instinctively tightening around the woman in his arms, and said urgently, "Princess, please bear with it, I'll take you to see a doctor."

Luanxuan shook her head and smiled, her expression suddenly becoming much calmer. She lay weakly in his arms, a hint of a smile suddenly appearing in her eyes, but the smile was filled with indescribable desolation. "Chunjian... Brother, do you know how much I want to keep calling you that? I often think, if we were still in Ruchun Valley, would all of this not have happened? If we were still there, how wonderful that would be... You know, I used to like you so, so much, so much... But why... are you this kind of person... If you were always like you were when we first met, how wonderful that would be..."

"Princess... I'm sorry..." Ling Chunjian's brows furrowed, his gentle gaze finally breaking into a tearful red. How could he not know Luanxuan's deep affection for him? Even though he could not repay it, the emotion she had shown him, the sacrifices she had made for him, were unforgettable and unforgettable.

"Brother Chunjian, don't be sad... Actually, this is for the best... for the best..." Luanxuan stroked his cheek, smiling innocently again, "At least... I can go be with him now..."

She slowly pushed him away, forcing herself to stand up, and swayed as she walked to Ye Fuge's side. She gently rested her face on his shoulder, grasped his already cold fingers, and the small blue flower between his fingers, and whispered through tears, "Dongxiaozi was right, you will take everything I cherish from me, but... I know that from now on, you can't take anything away anymore. I will be with... my husband... forever." "Together...forever..."

She closed her eyes wearily, as if exhausted, her voice growing softer and softer until it was completely blown away by the wind, disappearing without a trace. "We...will always be together...in the Valley of Spring...never to be separated again..."

As the words fell, a tear fell to the ground, and she breathed her last. The sun set, and on the wild, desolate battlefield, only the two lovers, embracing each other in death, and a white-clad man, kneeling alone on the ground, laughing desolately. His voice echoed in the blood-soaked, empty city, a mournful wail, desolate and unending... (

The last two lines are a poem and don't directly relate to the preceding text.) The morning changes, the emperor appreciates

the old dreams, the old people, the old wounds,

just like a pair of birds, turning sorrow into joy. Looking back, it's not in vain;

the past events all flow away like clouds and wind.

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Author's Note: ...My poor little thing,

Chapter 207, Finale—Pear blossoms fall, the moon sets in the west.

Under the osmanthus tree, the golden osmanthus is fragrant, the yellow osmanthus flowers contrasting with the fiery red maple leaves covering the mountain. Beneath the beauty, there is an indescribable sense of desolation. Under a golden osmanthus tree, two graves stand side by side. Sang'er nestles beside Yelü Zhuo, wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. Her gentle gaze is filled with regret and sorrow. "The princess is so lovely, kind, innocent, and pure. Why is heaven so cruel to her...?" "It feels like just yesterday, she was still smiling and talking to me. I never imagined that in the blink of an eye... she would leave us so hastily..."

Yelü Zhuo looked at the grave mound, and the innocent and carefree image of Luanxuan in the past floated before his eyes. As the fifth prince, although he always liked to scold her with a stern face, he still loved her in his heart. A look of sadness welled up in his eyes. "I hope that in the next life, Luanxuan can be born in a peaceful world, carefree, without disasters or difficulties, and live a happy life."

Yelü Xuanyun knelt in front of Luanxuan's grave, his fingers gently stroking the two cold stone tablets, his eyes red and moist. A clear tear slid down from the corner of his eye, spreading down his beautifully curved chin, and slowly disappeared into his light blue robe.

“She definitely will. In their next life, they will live together carefree and without hardship. They definitely will…”

He raised his head slightly and looked up at the sky. He saw that the white clouds in the sky seemed to have transformed into Luanxuan’s childhood appearance, smiling at him adorably with a bright and radiant smile. “Seventh Brother, don’t give up hope. You will definitely meet someone in the future. You will definitely be very happy and joyful together. You must always be happy…”

The three of them stopped in the carriage for a long time. Seeing that the wind on the mountain was getting stronger and stronger, and that Nu Sang’er was pregnant, it was not convenient for them to stay any longer. Yelü Zhuo sighed heavily again, gently supported Nu Sang’er, and the three of them got up and slowly walked down the mountain together.

After their figures disappeared into the distance, a white figure slowly emerged from behind a tall osmanthus tree. His steps were slow and heavy. A bunch of pale blue wildflowers in his hand bloomed brilliantly in the setting sun, full of vibrant life—yet those lively little blue flowers seemed almost ironic against the deathly stillness of the grave mounds.

He walked to the two grave mounds, stood silently for a moment, then gently placed the bunch of blue wildflowers in front of their graves. After placing the flowers, he slowly straightened up and stood there, staring blankly at the two grave mounds. The shadows cast by the setting sun blurred his handsome face, making it impossible to discern his expression or demeanor. His slender figure appeared exceptionally lonely and forlorn.

The man stood there until the last rays of the setting sun disappeared into the picturesque landscape. Only then did he turn and slowly descend the mountain. From then on, every year on this day, the people of the mountain would see a man in white come to pay his respects at the two graves at sunset. He carried nothing but a bunch of exceptionally vibrant blue wildflowers, which he placed before the graves. Then he would stand there alone, silent and still.

After the sun had set, the man would leave.

He came for seven years, and then, eight years later, he never came again. Never again.

During these seven years, many things happened, many right and wrong things. For example, although Yelü Gonglin successfully seized the throne, his temperament became more and more unpredictable, cruel and domineering. For example, even though he and Baili Xiaochi joined forces to resist the Song Dynasty and kept encroaching on the Song Dynasty's land, the Song Dynasty was like a hundred-year-old insect that did not die but did not fall. No matter how fierce their offensive was, the Song Dynasty always had room to maneuver at the last moment and avoided being destroyed. However, none of these things were related to them, because the valley where they lived was too hidden, and those wars did not affect them in the slightest.

Yelü Zhuo listened to the occasional news coming from the other side, and heard Yan Muqi ask him, half-smiling and half-seriously, if he wanted him to declare himself king and kill Yelü Gonglin to avenge himself. He simply shook his head, held Nusang'er in his arms, and watched his son and Yan Muqi's son, the two brothers, playfully fighting with wooden sticks in the courtyard. He glanced at the kitchen, watching Yelü Xuanyun and Hua Duzhuo preparing dinner while being run around by their two sons and daughters, looking disheveled. He looked down and met Nusang'er's gaze, his cold and mature face... A contented and excited smile appeared on his face, his deep eyes reflecting a complex emotion. "Only now do I realize how foolish I was, how much I missed. In this life, I never want to concern myself with these rights and wrongs again. My greatest wish is for my family to live peacefully here, watching these little devils grow up safely."

Hearing him say this, Nu Sang'er felt as sweet as if she had drunk honey. She smiled happily, her body soft and moved as she nestled in his arms, her eyes filled with contentment and happiness.

What surprised them most was that they would encounter Yelü Gonglin again. Nu Sang'er never dreamed that when she saw Yelü Gonglin, he would have changed so much.

She remembered that she, Hua Duzhuo, and Yelü Xuanyun had gone down the mountain together to buy some things before heading back up. Unexpectedly, they encountered a monk giving a sermon at a small but clean temple. Many people were sitting inside, all intently listening to the high monk's discourse. Everyone said the monk was an enlightened master, whose teachings were like a sudden awakening, truly enlightening.

While the monk's sermon was excellent, what surprised Nu Sang'er and the others even more was a disciple sitting beside him, head bowed, with hair still attached, practicing meditation. The man, dressed in simple robes, was remarkably handsome—undoubtedly Yelü Gonglin.

However, here, his arrogant and domineering aura had vanished, and the fierce and cold intent between his brows had completely disappeared. Now, he possessed gentle eyes and a refined demeanor, resembling a Buddhist disciple.

He seemed to see Nusang'er and Yelü Xuanyun staring at him in astonishment. His brown eyes flickered slightly, and he looked directly at them, a hint of surprise flashing across his gaze, but it quickly returned to its calm and composed state.

Just then, the high monk asked him to enlighten the crowd, so he respectfully bowed, smiled slightly, lowered his eyes, and spoke in a calm, flowing voice, "This humble monk was once a man burdened with sins and whose hands were stained with blood. In the past, blinded by desire, I acted with extreme cruelty. For the sake of that illusory throne and power, I turned against my own brothers, forcing my own blood relatives away. In the end, I realized that what I sought in my life was nothing but emptiness, like fleeting clouds, with nowhere to go and nowhere to stay." Although the room was full of guests, not a single close friend was present. Fortunately, the master enlightened them, and they awoke as if from a dream. "This humble monk is deeply mired in sins. I only wish to stay before the Buddha and cleanse myself of all my karmic debts."

Nu Sang'er and Yelü Xuanyun both knew that his words, seemingly addressed to the crowd, were actually meant for them. For a moment, their hearts were filled with mixed emotions, yet they also felt immense relief. Laying down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot, knowing one's mistakes and correcting them, is always better than making the same mistake again and again, isn't it?

Thinking this, Yelü Xuanyun slowly let go of the past grievances in his heart. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then stepped forward and said gently, "What this master said is true. As the saying goes, 'Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot.' Let the past disappear like smoke. I only hope that you can always keep in mind what you feel today. I believe that soon you will become a great monk like the other master."

Yelü Gonglin smiled slightly and did not respond. His gaze lingered on Nusang'er's face for a moment before he lowered his head, closed his eyes, and began to murmur the scriptures.

It seemed that all the things in the world, the vastness of the mortal realm, were now completely irrelevant to him. Nu Sang'er and Yelü Xuanyun didn't bother them any further and wanted to leave. Afterwards, they told Yelü Zhuo about it. Yelü Zhuo frowned, then relaxed, and finally said softly, "This is not necessarily a bad thing. I hope he can truly repent and start anew..."

In the fifth year, another major event occurred: the death of Baili Xiaochi. There were many different opinions about his death. Some said that he was too stubborn, arrogant, and ruthless, which eventually led to the dissatisfaction of his subordinates. They tricked him into getting drunk and assassinating him in the camp. Others said that the rift between him and Yelü Gonglin grew, and he was eventually killed by Yelü Gonglin's men. Some even said that he was killed by a woman. All sorts of rumors and speculations swept in, but no one knew which one was true. The only truth they knew was that he was indeed dead, without a doubt.

In fact, besides him, another person also died, and that person died before Baili Xiaochi, half a year earlier. That person was Ling Chunjian.

His death was even more of a mystery. Unlike Baili Xiaochi, what was puzzling was not the cause of his death, but why he had to die. Actually, half a year after the Battle of Huizhou… Ling Chunjian's health gradually deteriorated. He began to cough incessantly, initially only occasionally, but later it gradually worsened, sometimes even coughing up blood. He grew thinner day by day, and sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in cold sweat, gasping for breath.

Some said he was being haunted by vengeful ghosts because he had betrayed and killed his closest friends and family.

He ignored these rumors, continuing to strategize and plan, dragging his frail body, studying military maps night after night, assisting Baili Xiaochi in winning one victory after another.

But when there was no fighting, he would often sit alone on the city wall, drinking jar after jar of wine. Each time he drank, he would set out three bowls, laugh at the night sky, mutter something to himself, and then tilt his head back to drink them down.

After some time, someone saw him secretly meeting a mysterious man in a dilapidated temple. The man wore a gold-rimmed eye patch, his face as cold as snow, and his gaze towards Ling Chunjian seemed to be a complex mix of intense emotions, ultimately making it impossible to understand.

No one knows what they said that night in the room, but after that day, Ling Chunjian's usually melancholic face seemed to show a slight sense of relief.

However, his health remained very weak, and his cough never truly healed. That night, under a clear, bright moon, the city they were stationed in was suddenly attacked by a newly rising power—the Jin Dynasty.

Logically speaking, that city wasn't important, and losing it wouldn't be a big deal. He also had every opportunity to escape, but after seeing everyone in the city off, he didn't leave himself.

That night, a snowy winter day, unusually cold—cold enough to freeze a person to death—he sat alone on the city wall, drinking. He wore only a thin, snow-white robe, clutching a wine jar, watching the roaring Jin soldiers charging towards him. His gentle, spring-like eyes shimmered with a quiet light. Those men hadn't noticed him. They simply ran into the empty city, burning and looting like wild beasts, howling and running wildly.

He watched them coldly, finding them utterly foolish, and then thought of himself, just as foolish, or perhaps even more foolish.

Thinking of this, a cold, self-mocking smile suddenly appeared on his lips. He raised his head slightly and looked at the moon in the sky. In that bright moon, he saw the girl's radiant yet sorrowful smile. "Brother Chunjian, how wonderful it would be if we could stay in 'Spring Valley' forever..."

A gust of wind blew, and the moon transformed into Ye Fuge's image. He casually wrapped his arm around his shoulder, his fox-like eyes crinkling as he raised his wine glass towards him, laughing, "Good, good! I'll make you my friend. To have a true friend in life is enough to die without regrets! Hahahaha, the three of us, from tonight onwards, will be brothers who share life and death, and go through thick and thin together!"

The wind blew again, and in the moonlight, Si Wumei's expression was once again cold as frost, yet exceptionally earnest: "No matter what our circumstances, in my heart, you will always be my brother who has shared hardships. I hope we will never meet again on the battlefield."

The night wind grew colder, and the heavy snow covered him, as if to bury him completely, but he didn't feel cold. In fact, he felt warm because he could see their faces again. He hugged his wine glass, his lips curving into a smile that was both a cry and a laugh, and murmured to himself, "...If only I had truly wished back then..." "If I stayed in Spring Valley, would the ending really be different? Would I not be the only one left? Would you all still be here?"

He tilted his head back and drank another cup of wine, then felt dizzy and his vision blurred, as if he couldn't see anything clearly. He moved his body with difficulty, his face pale, and he forced a smile. "Am I drunk again? If Ye Fuge sees me, he'll probably laugh at me again... I'd better sleep for a while..."

After saying this, he coughed heavily a few times, ignoring the blood flowing from his lips, and slowly closed his weary eyes. He was truly too tired, too tired to wake up again. He just lay there on the city wall, asleep, until the wind and snow completely buried his body, and he fell into eternal slumber... Sometimes

, death is a relief, and also a rebirth.

May they be free from pain and injury in their next life, living a peaceful life.

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Author's Note: Last and foremost, this is truly the final ending. I know the ending is somewhat sad, but... it's unavoidable... Fortunately, Sang'er's ending is still beautiful!

I wonder if everyone likes it?

Afterwards, there will be a free side story about Ling Chunjian, which is kind of his autobiography, so you can better understand this pitiful yet hateful man~ Then, are you all satisfied with this ending for Yelü Gonglin? Do you need another side story? Hehe, if no one says so, then let him become a monk...

Finally, the new story will be finished in early December. I hope everyone will continue to support Xiao Qianqian! (*^＿＿^*) Hehe...

Regarding "Drunken Peach Blossom Spring," I will post the viewing link on the column's message board later.

Spring water is cold, fallen flowers are withered—Ling Chunjian's side story.

Ling Chunjian didn't hate the Song Dynasty that much from the beginning. In fact, he didn't actually hate the Song Dynasty that much.

Everything was for survival, for the survival of his people.

He understood the principle of "the victor is king, the loser is a bandit

." Since war was inevitable time and again, he couldn't afford to lose. Losing would mean the entire dynasty's people would be buried with him, plunging them into an even more painful and miserable existence. Going to the Song Kingdom as a spy was his own choice.

He originally thought he would be alone in Song until his mission was successfully completed, but unexpectedly, he met Ye Fuge and Si Wumei at that time.

He was holding a painting he had just finished when it suddenly started raining heavily. To avoid the rain, he hurriedly took shelter in a small teahouse. There weren't many people in the teahouse, only two men eating, drinking, and chatting quietly. Seeing him enter and wipe the rain off his clothes, he sat quietly to one side. The man with fox-like eyes smiled and called out to him, "Brother, this rain is going to last for a while. Aren't you bored sitting there alone? Why don't we drink and chat together? Wouldn't that be more enjoyable?"

He paused, secretly observing them for a moment, then nodded, walked over confidently, and sat down gracefully. He began to chat with them. The three talked happily until late at night when the rain stopped. None of them wanted to leave until the next morning, when they finally left their names and addresses and staggered back to their lodgings.

Perhaps none of the three of them expected that their encounter that day would be the beginning of such a long and complicated entanglement between them...

It cannot be denied that he initially approached them with a purpose, but gradually, he discovered that he and the other two were so compatible and their friendship was even stronger than that of brothers.

Ye Fuge's dashing and unrestrained charm, his seemingly foolish wisdom, and Si Wumei's decisive courage and unconventionality—the unique aura they exuded drew him in like a poison, a mutual attraction that captivated him. Even though he knew he shouldn't develop feelings for them, little by little, through their daily interactions, they began to take root and sprout, eventually growing into a towering tree that couldn't be uprooted.

At the same time, he met the woman he loved most in his life, yet who also brought him a lifetime of pain—his deceased wife, Yu Chan.

The first time he saw this beautiful woman from the Song Dynasty, he was captivated by her beauty and gentleness. She possessed both the lively grace of a woman from the south and the dignified elegance of a woman from the north; she was both beautiful and intelligent. Naturally, they fell in love at first sight, pledged their lives to each other, and became husband and wife.

Although Yu Chan vaguely sensed that her husband seemed to have many unspeakable secrets, she asked nothing, only wholeheartedly serving him, attending to him, silently protecting him, and loving him.

Unfortunately, even heaven seemed to envy this overly happy couple. One evening, she suddenly contracted a strange illness and passed away within days.

Everyone thought her illness came suddenly and her death was bizarre, but only he knew why. He knew his wife had been poisoned by a unique poison from the Western Xia, and that it was all premeditated, a punishment from the Western Xia Kingdom to warn him against acting rashly and neglecting his duties.

When she died, she could no longer speak, but with one hand tightly holding his, and the other stroking Ling Chunjian's tear-streaked face, she smiled slowly, her gaze devoid of resentment or hatred, only filled with deep tenderness and longing.

Her final look at him seemed to understand everything, yet also as if she had already let go of everything.

For a very long time after that day, he couldn't escape the grief. He felt as if his heart had died completely with Yu Chan's departure, leaving only cold ashes. Even in the sweltering heat of June, his hands and feet felt as cold as if he were in an ice cellar. Yu Chan had a younger sister named Yu Lu. From the first time she saw her brother-in-law, she fell head over heels in love with this handsome and gentle man. Even though he and Yu Chan were a loving couple, her love for him didn't diminish; instead, it grew stronger every day. She had always kept it to herself. After Yu Chan left, her care and love for him gradually became apparent, seeping into his heart day by day. Although he couldn't accept it, he couldn't bear to reject her so clearly, because Yu Chan had told him to take good care of this younger sister, to love her sister as much as he loved her.

Sometimes, ambiguity, if left unresolved for too long, becomes a habit, and a habit, if left unresolved, can breed dependence. As the years passed, even he himself gradually became unsure whether he loved Yu Lu or the shadow of Yu Chan he saw in her. It wasn't until he received the secret letter instructing him to deliver Yu Lu to the Liao Emperor that he understood his own feelings amidst the piercing pain in his heart. He realized that, unknowingly, he had fallen in love with Yu Lu. But the world is full of irony; he had just understood his own feelings when he was forced to personally give this woman to another man. When he delivered Yu Lu, he saw the look of hatred turning from love to resentment in the woman's eyes. She glared at him fiercely, a mixture of infatuation and resentment; 'Although I hate you, for my sister's sake, I will help you. But a man like you will never have a good end!' "

Was there a choice? No choice. He never had a choice. Perhaps he was always too clear-headed, never even for a moment of confusion. That's why he always made one hurtful and cruel decision after another, including towards Luanxuan.

As he took another sip of wine, his hazy eyes darted around him. Thinking of that mischievous girl, yet filled with shyness and infatuation when facing him, his heart ached with a helpless pain.

From the moment he saw her infatuation with him, he knew that another debt of sin was about to be added to his list. She was probably the most innocent person he had ever met in his life." She was such an innocent, charming, and adorable girl. Every time he saw her sweet, pure smile, he felt a warm current flow through his parched and cold heart. Her companionship made his world feel less like a world of endless snow and continuous rain, and for a moment, he felt less lonely and isolated, less weary and exhausted.

However, from the first time he clearly saw her infatuation with him, he knew that he was destined to betray her in this life. But for the sake of the mission, for the sake of completing that so-called mission, he still had to get close to her time and time again, to use her. He hardened his heart, refusing to think about what would happen when she learned the truth. What kind of pain would she endure?

He was helpless against her foolishness, yet unable to help but be moved by her devotion. A sense of pity and guilt always involuntarily welled up within him.

He couldn't forget the days in 'Spring Valley,' which he felt were the happiest days of his life besides those with Yu Chan. In the valley, he seemed to no longer have to carry those burdens, no longer have to scheme and plot. He could respond to their friendship and brotherhood with complete honesty and sincerity.

There was no calculation, no conspiracy, only simple ordinariness and happiness.

That evening, when he learned they could leave the valley, his heart was not... As he had imagined, filled with anticipation and joy, a deep sense of melancholy also lingered in his heart.

Leaving the valley meant the end of everything; time was running out, and there was no time to waste. His clear consciousness told him that his two friends, who were like brothers to him, had to die, only then could he get one step closer to success, just one step closer.

He didn't have to fall into the valley; he could have escaped while they were being pursued. But his legs, beyond his control, drove the carriage back, saving them, even nearly costing him his own life.

But why, why were we destined to be enemies?

Why you of all people? Why... are we destined to kill each other? That night, he couldn't sleep a wink in the valley. He longed to remain lost in this blissful state, but reality always thwarted his wishes.

It's time to end all this... he told himself in the darkness.

So, after disembarking, when they safely reached the other side, the truth was cruelly revealed.

His eyes remained slightly lowered; he dared not look at their furious, disappointed, and heartbroken faces, unwilling to see the deep despair in their eyes, and even less willing to look at Luanxuan's innocent, clear eyes filled with tears.

Watching her frantically clutching his clothes, crying and shouting, he felt as if every word she uttered was a heavy hammer blow. In his heart, the nagging, dull pain and the torment of his conscience gnawed at him like a monstrous beast, leaving him bleeding and restless.

Let it end like this. Since I have disappointed you all, let us sever all ties completely. Let the past vanish with the wind, leaving no trace.

Death, for some reason,

always comes so suddenly, catching people completely off guard.

He looked down at his former friends below the city wall, their faces serene and unwavering, their smiles serene as they gazed at him. His eyes stung painfully, as if a thousand sandstorms had blown into them, making it impossible to open them.

Between friendship and country. If you were him, which would you choose?

He never had the right to choose, never could. Choosing to retreat meant an abyss for his people.

He had been relentlessly pushed forward by a cruel hand, unable to stop, unable to pause. When he decided to bear all the sins on his own shoulders, he had no choice. He stood alone on the city wall, watching thousands of arrows fly towards Ye Fuge, watching the man's gaze, like a jade cicada, seemingly seeing through everything yet accepting it all, he felt as if thousands of poisonous needles had pierced his eyes. The intense pain almost blinded him; everything went white, and he could see nothing anymore. Alone, he slowly walked down the city wall, looking at Ye Fuge kneeling motionless on one knee. Fu Ge, seeing the ambiguous smile on his face, felt his limbs turn icy cold, unable to move an inch. Only his familiar, carefree laughter echoed in his ears, repeating endlessly.

A tear rolled down his cheek, falling silently.

He hadn't expected Luan Xuan to come on horseback, nor had he imagined that this arrival would be her last.

Looking at her lying in his arms, gazing at him with that sorrowful, bewildered, innocent gaze, his heart felt as if it were being brutally scraped. A thousand words welled up in his throat, but he couldn't utter a single syllable.

Only memories of the past, of every little thing about her, flashed before his eyes.

"Brother Chunjian, I'll call you Brother Chunjian from now on... okay?"

"Brother Chunjian, do you really think I'm beautiful? Hehe,"

"Are you coming with me to my birthday party?" "Hehe, okay..."

"This is the first painting you've ever made for me, I must treasure it!"

"You're not allowed to hurt him, you're not allowed to kill him!"

"Brother Chunjian... I miss you so much..."

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, you just wouldn't lie to me, you just wouldn't hurt me, I don't believe his words, I don't believe it!"

Silly girl, why, why are you so silly, why don't you believe I would lie to you... You shouldn't believe me... You shouldn't believe me...

Why... Why are you so good to me... Why...

On the empty cliff, the man in white picked up the mud-covered portrait from a stone cave, slowly opened it, and saw a beautiful young girl kneeling by the river, bowing her head in a devout expression to make a wish, with thousands of river lanterns behind her, flickering and dazzling.

As he watched, his eyes grew even wetter, and two streams of tears slowly flowed down his handsome face.

What had he... missed...? Why did he feel like he couldn't grasp anything anymore...?

If time could turn back... would the ending be different?

Since the battle of Huizhou, his health had indeed deteriorated. He had heard the rumors circulating in the camp about being haunted by vengeful spirits. Whenever he heard someone say that, he would always give a self-deprecating smile. He would rather they came to claim his life, so that he could properly apologize to them. His illness was merely a matter of the heart, and a heart ailment, if left untreated, would only worsen until, in the end, even medicine would be ineffective.

Since the deaths of Luanxuan and Ye Fuge, he had developed a strange habit: he always felt his hands were dirty and washed them dozens of times a day. He always said that there was a nauseating, bloody smell lingering between his hands.

Even he himself didn't know why he had suddenly become indifferent to Yulu. He didn't even want to see her. Every time he saw her, he felt the stench of blood between his hands was so strong that it made him suffocate and nauseous.

Over time, Yulu also lost all hope and rode away, never to see him again.

In the long five years that followed, he felt life growing increasingly pale, and the endless war increasingly weary him. Everywhere he looked, there was only desolation and mourning. He was lost in death and bloodshed, wandering aimlessly, unable to find a way out, and also losing sight of where he came from.

He would drink all night long, drinking alone into two empty cups, and sometimes he would burst into wild laughter, a desolate and hollow laugh, as if his wandering soul could not find rest.

He couldn't forget how Ye Fuge had stayed by his side for five sleepless days and nights after Yu Chan's death; he couldn't forget how Ye Fuge had gone to great lengths to help him find the Jade Brush he had always wanted; he couldn't forget how Ye Fuge had helped him deal with the powerful nobles who were forcibly demanding paintings after he had retired from writing; he couldn't forget Ye Fuge's mischievous smile that always seemed to be teasing him; and most of all, he couldn't forget Ye Fuge's gaze before

his death, a gaze that seemed to be both compassionate and sighing with a faint smile. He didn't know if the sigh was for himself or for Ye Fuge... That year, when he placed a bunch of 'morning-born, evening-death' flowers before their graves, a faint smile appeared on his thin face. "Perhaps we will meet again soon. Are you still waiting for me to settle accounts? Let me tell you a secret. I have already found the medicine to cure Si Wumei's cold poison in Xixia. I gave it to him yesterday. Although we can no longer be friends, this is the only thing I can do for you in the end. Fuge... are you at ease now?" He

smiled again, stood before the grave for a while as usual, then turned and slowly left.

Two nights later, dressed in white, carrying a wine jar, he climbed the walls of the empty city that had fallen to the Jin army. Facing the pale moonlight, he raised his cup and drank alone.

This time, he would neither fight nor run. He was too tired; he wanted to rest completely.

Life held no meaning. What was there to fear in death?

He smiled vaguely at the three figures that appeared in the distant moonlight, his eyes clear and bright like flowing spring water: "Wu Mei, Fu Ge… Luan… Xuan… I toast you… This time, we will… drink until we're drunk…"

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Author's Note: I want to say, sigh... I'm torturing myself. The more I write, the more depressed I feel. I don't want to, but in my mind, Ling Chunjian is just like this: lovable, hateful, and helpless, carrying too much, unable to let go. Did he truly love Luanxuan? If he did... his love seems too forced... If he didn't love her, her death wouldn't have affected him so much...

So, I think, perhaps he did like her. Some people only realize how much they care after they've lost her...

As for Luanxuan, she initially loved Ling Chunjian very much, a kind of adoring, admiring love. But her feelings for Ye Fuge developed over time; otherwise, she wouldn't have returned...

Unfortunately... they still missed each other, their budding romance cruelly nipped in the bud... Meow... A

Belated Wedding Night—Xuan Yun Sang'er's Side Story (Sexy)

Inside the wedding night, red candles burned brightly. Large double happiness characters were pasted on the latticed windows.

It made one blush. Her eyes were red with intoxication. Her heart was even more intoxicated!

On the wedding bed, the red curtains hung low.

"Sang'er..." Yelü Xuanyun's warm breath brushed against her ear, making her face burn. At this moment, his gaze was so intense it seemed to burn her to ashes, a flame leaping in his dark eyes, frighteningly hot, yet dazzlingly clear. His handsome face flushed with shyness, and his smile was captivating, "This night will be our true wedding night, won't it? I didn't expect it to be so long..."

"Mmm...yes..." Nu Sang'er nodded, her watery eyes glancing at him, her face also flushed with embarrassment, especially thinking about what was about to happen, her heart pounding wildly.

"Then can I now..." Yelü Xuanyun's face flushed even more. His clear, melodious eyes were fixed on her chest, a hint of excitement in his gaze, yet also a hint of nervousness, as if she disliked him. He asked, "...Hmm..." Nu Sang'er's cheeks turned even redder, making her appear somewhat flustered. After a long pause, she shyly nodded, her smile tinged with a young woman's bashfulness. She looked at him tenderly, biting her red lips and whispering, "Whatever you like, it's fine..."

Hearing her affirmation, Yelü Xuanyun secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled slightly again and slowly reached out to undo her clothes.

Nu Sang'er's cheeks were red as she lowered her head, watching helplessly as he loosened the restraints around her waist and removed her clothes one by one. Every pore on her body trembled uncontrollably, as if experiencing an indescribable...torture.

Back in the Liao Palace, although they slept together during their time of distress, they merely slept side by side and did nothing more. Although she occasionally felt restless, looking at Yelü Xuanyun's peaceful sleeping face, her heart gradually calmed down. There had never been such an intimate physical contact between them, with such obvious intentions. Therefore, she was extremely nervous at this moment, and even had some expectations, hoping that this handsome and gentle man in front of her would be more passionate and more proactive towards her...

Yelü Xuanyun untied the crystal sash around her waist, and with a slightly flushed handsome face, carefully tidied up the clothes and crystal sash that had been taken off, and placed them neatly at the foot of the bed after they were all folded.

Nu Sang'er was somewhat overwhelmed by the embarrassment. Her face flushed slightly, unsure whether she was annoyed by the man's slowness or by her own aroused body. Just as she was about to pull the covers over her naked body, he suddenly grabbed her waist. Before she could even cry out, he pressed her down onto the bed, his hot body covering hers.

"Sang'er... I..." He looked directly into her watery eyes, his voice slightly hoarse with desire, his handsome face unusually earnest. "I... I... like you... I... love you... Along this journey, I'm so glad we ended up together..."

"Xuan Yun..." Nu Sang'er stared at his handsome face, feeling a surge of heat wash over her. Her heart pounded, but she didn't know what to say. She simply hugged his back tightly and smiled gently, "...We'll never be apart again...I want to be with you forever..."

Hearing this, Yelü Xuanyun's smile grew even more tender and beautiful, full of emotion. He closed his eyes slightly, lowered his head, and kissed her hair, her forehead, her eyes, the tip of her nose, and finally pressed his lips to hers...

His kiss was so gentle that it made her feel numb to the bone. She felt as if her whole body was about to go limp beneath him, melting into his pool of spring water. This was their first kiss, and also their first time meeting each other almost naked without any covering. Her heart was pounding so hard, so violently, as if it would jump out of her throat at any moment.

Like an insatiable kitten, she greedily closed her eyes, relentlessly demanding and craving the most tender and captivating kiss in the world. A thin blush rose on her jade-like skin with his gentle kisses.

She let out a soft gasp, pushed his shoulder, and moaned softly, her eyelashes fluttering: "Xuanyun, you...I..."

"What do you want to say?"

Yelü Xuanyun looked at her flushed face with a smile, his fingers tracing her skin. His smile was elegant yet mesmerizing. Unlike the allure of Yelü Zhuo and Yan Muqi, he possessed a gentle, jade-like quality, a transparent and pure temptation that made her involuntarily want to be close to him, to be entwined with him, and to have him pamper her.

As if she could no longer endure this torment, she suddenly blushed and smiled sweetly, her hands gently cupping Yelü Xuanyun's face. She took the initiative and passionately intertwined her tongue with his in her mouth, gently biting him. Perhaps encouraged by her affirmation and her inviting kiss, his blood began to rush, an indescribable heat rising within him. This heat made his kisses domineering and ardent, his tongue and mouth working together to suckle and nibble on her soft flesh, desperately drawing out the nectar from her mouth. His body rubbed intensely against her soft, snowy breasts, his lips murmuring intermittently, "Sang'er, you're so sweet...so sweet...

" Sang'er's body, already incredibly sensitive from the caresses of those men, could hardly resist the pleasure. Her gaze glazed over, she clung tightly to his back, repeatedly calling out, "Xuanyun...give it to me...I...want it...mmm..."

She looked at the man's half-open, jade-colored chest, her beautiful eyes flickering, her smile growing even more alluring. She reached up and ripped off his shirt, gazing at the exposed, so close, juicy breasts. Suddenly, she felt a thirst; the naked temptation made her playfully stick out her tongue and gently nibble on one. She carefully took the breast into her mouth.

"Uh~ Ah~" Yelü Xuanyun's body stiffened abruptly, a powerful wave of pleasure washing over him. His hands, which had initially been shy and wanting to resist, instead comfortably gripped Sang'er's shoulders, and he let out a soft moan.

He chuckled indulgently, tapping her forehead and shaking his head with a feigned sigh of helplessness. "You... they've corrupted you."

Nu Sang'er blushed, chuckled, and gently traced circles on his sensitive chest with her slender white fingers, asking with a smile, "Do you like me being this naughty?"

Yelü Xuanyun didn't answer, but his smiling face clearly showed his liking. His gaze slid down her lower abdomen, landing on that secluded valley, where his eyes darkened. His delicate palm gently covered that sensitive spot, and he said tenderly, "I'm going in..."

Nu Sang'er blushed again, giving him a slightly coquettish glare before turning her head slightly to the side, responding with a mixture of shyness and anticipation.

"...Hmm..."

Yelü Xuanyun didn't delay any longer, placing her legs on his shoulders and thrusting his fully-equipped member deep into that deep red valley.

"Ah...ah..."

"Mmm...ah...Xuan...Xuanyun...ah...slower..."

"Ah ah...so deep..."

Soon, the sounds of intense intercourse between a man and a woman echoed in the bright red bridal chamber. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air. Nu Sang'er gripped the sheets tightly as he entered her in any position. The man on top of her seemed to have become a completely different person, no longer shy or timid. He was like a beast that could never be satisfied, greedily sucking and tasting her body, as if he could never get enough, passionate and fierce.

Before her legs had healed, Yelü Xuanyun had witnessed the wanton behavior of Yelü Gonglin in the palace, but she had never experienced the pleasures of love. Now that her body, which had been abstinent for many years, was finally completely released, how could she not feast to her heart's content and savor this heavenly pleasure?

"Xuanyun... I can't take it anymore, that's enough..." Nu Sang'er knelt on the bed, feeling the hot, swollen area beneath her being played with by the man. A tingling, numb sensation shot from her toes to her scalp. Each time, after dozens of powerful thrusts, he would begin grinding against her sensitive spot inside her, making her body weak and breathless. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and begged for mercy. But Yelü Xuanyun became even more excited, thrusting into that spot with each stroke and grinding against it, causing the woman beneath him to scream with pleasure and unbearable pain, "No, it's not enough!"

He held her, making her sit on his lap, letting her cooperate with him. He held her waist and rose and fell, deeply swallowing and releasing himself, his pale red lips falling like raindrops onto her snowy breasts. His handsome face, flushed with a blush, revealed a youthful earnestness. "Sang'er, I always felt like a useless person, unable to give you this kind of happiness in bed, but... I believe that in the future... I will definitely... do very well in bed, and I will definitely make you very happy... very comfortable..."

Hearing him say such embarrassing words without any pretense, Nu Sang'er's face turned as red as a sunset. She playfully punched his chest, laughing and scolding in a coquettish voice, "You say I'm bad? I think you're the one who's been bad since you learned from them, bad person... bad person... ah... ah... umm..."

"Um... ah..."

The night deepened, and the red candlelight flowed silently across the rosewood table, dripping down, accompanying the loving couple until dawn...

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