Chapter 52: A Match Made in Heaven
The capital was still lit by thousands of lanterns. The common folk lived their lives as usual, rising with the sun and returning at dusk, a scene of tranquility. However, the imperial palace was not so peaceful. The Grand Tutor and some old ministers stood outside the imperial study, holding memorials, their faces filled with sorrow.
After finally dealing with Minister Li, who was beating his chest and wailing that the late emperor could not rest in peace, Minister Zhou came in with a pile of portraits of beautiful women, his voice full of emotion. “Your Majesty, your heirs are of utmost importance! How can this country fall into the hands of another family name?”
“I will naturally bring the princes’ sons into the palace to be raised.”
Minister Zhou unfurled one of the paintings. “Your Majesty! Look, this is Minister Chen’s legitimate daughter, hailed as the number one beauty of Jiangnan!”
Rong Feijun: “…”
Oh.
Wulanbaer lay on a branch of a large tree outside the imperial study, his hands behind his head, watching the group of worried-looking ministers below. It’s not easy being an emperor, he thought.
And those who dared to remonstrate so aggressively were either the late emperor’s trusted ministers or Rong Feijun’s own teachers. They were all old ministers who had dedicated their lives to Langxuan, and he couldn’t do anything to them.
Ai, after all this fuss, he must be hungry. Wulanbaer silently leaped to another tree, left the courtyard, and went to the market to buy him something to eat.
As dusk fell, in the imperial study, after sending off the last minister, Rong Feijun rubbed his forehead and leaned back in his chair, his stomach rumbling with hunger.
Mo Yan, who had been standing in a corner of the study all this time, saw him stand up to leave. He clenched his fists, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and called out, “Your Majesty!”
Rong Feijun turned, his eyes asking what was the matter.
“Your Majesty… this subject… is leaving.” Mo Yan took out a letter of resignation from his robes and respectfully handed it to him with both hands.
Rong Feijun was stunned, completely unable to accept it.
“What’s wrong? Are you in some kind of trouble?”
Mo Yan strode over to him and pulled him into an embrace. The first, and last, time he would embrace his light.
Rong Feijun’s eyes widened. This is…?
Before he could react, Mo Yan held him tightly, taking in his scent, and said in a low voice, “Your Majesty, you may not know what you mean to me… This subject was already dead. It was you who gave me a reason to live.”
Rong Feijun had wanted to push him away, but hearing his hoarse voice, his hands froze.
“Your Majesty, this subject has long promised to dedicate his life to you. That will never change.”
He reluctantly let go and returned his sword to him.
“Your Majesty, this subject is leaving. I have already entrusted the imperial guards to my lieutenant. My departure will not cause you any inconvenience.”
“Mo Yan…” Rong Feijun didn’t know what to say. He watched as Mo Yan pushed open the door of the imperial study and left without looking back.
The study was empty. He stood by the door, his heart filled with a sour and bitter feeling.
However, before he could even feel sad, the next event was so shocking that his mind almost stopped working…
As night fell, Rong Feijun pushed open the door and saw three women in his room, draped only in thin gauze. Their jade-like skin was faintly visible, and their soft chests seemed about to spill out.
One of them was dressed relatively decently, with a pure and innocent face and eyes like an innocent deer. Another was full of charm, her eyes like silk. And the last was a foreign woman, with special features and a bronze skin that had a different kind of charm.
Rong Feijun: “…”
He had never thought that his old, muddle-headed ministers, who were full of classical prose, could do such a… indescribable thing.
So this is the kind of old ministers you are!
“Your Majesty…” one of the women approached him, her voice as charming as a spring stream.
However, she stopped just a few steps away from him. She didn’t even have time to strike a seductive pose, just stared in terror at what was behind him.
Seeing this, Rong Feijun turned. As expected, Wulanbaer was standing behind him, his face dark, the ruthlessness in his eyes looking as if he wanted to cut the women into a thousand pieces.
He waved his hand, and the porcelain vase on the high table by the door fell to the ground.
“Get out!”
The vase fell with a piercing crash. The women, their faces pale, scrambled to escape.
Wulanbaer approached him step by step.
“You think I didn’t see? First, you were all lovey-dovey with Mo Yan…”
“And now you want to have three women? Those women are quite good-looking. You must like them very much?”
Rong Feijun was silent, forced back step by step by him until his back was against the wall.
Wulanbaer pressed a hand against the wall behind him, trapping him in his embrace. He lowered his head. “I was only gone for a little while, and you were so impatient?”
In truth, Wulanbaer understood the reason. Mo Yan’s was a farewell, and those women had been forced upon him by the ministers. Even if he wasn’t there, Rong Feijun would definitely not have touched a single hair on their heads.
However… remembering the words of those old ministers, the scene of Rong Feijun in Mo Yan’s arms, and his own lukewarm attitude, Wulanbaer couldn’t help but act wild. The nameless fire in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
“Couldn’t hold it in, feeling horny?” Wulanbaer’s warm breath tickled his ear. He flinched, and looking at Wulanbaer’s unreasonable behavior, he felt a little guilty.
To be described so unbearable by those old ministers — as in the phrases “unbearable to look at” or “unbearable to hear” — he must not feel good either. He was a hero who roamed the vast desert, yet he was described as a fawning sycophant who served his sovereign with his body.
He liked Wulanbaer, but he didn’t know how to express it, nor did he have the thick skin to say such mixed-up things without blushing.
Rong Feijun lowered his head and, after taking a deep breath, untied his sash.
Wulanbaer’s eyes widened. He saw him first untie his sash, then the tie of his inner robe, then his outer robe, then his inner robe… until his upper body was bare. But his hands fumbled with his lower garments, trembling violently. To undress in front of him, to make an inviting gesture, made him so embarrassed he wanted to die. His upper body was barely acceptable, but his lower garments…
Wulanbaer’s eyes darkened. He swept him up into his arms and carried him to the bed.
“So you really are horny…” Wulanbaer said, taking off his lower garments with one hand while inserting his index finger into his mouth with the other, stirring it vigorously. He watched as Rong Feijun made “wuwu” sounds, his head swaying powerlessly with his finger. The wicked fire in his belly burned hotter and hotter, and his lower body ached with desire.
He pulled his finger out, a string of ambiguous silver saliva trailing behind it, and leaned down to kiss his lips. But as he pressed down on him, he realized that his body was trembling slightly.
He frowned and took his hand. It was ice-cold.
Rong Feijun is scared.
He looked into his eyes and finally sighed, putting his outer robe on him.
Rong Feijun looked up, his eyes full of confusion.
“Next time,” Wulanbaer said, pulling him into his arms. “You don’t have to force yourself if you don’t like it or if you’re not ready. I can wait. I’ll wait as long as it takes. I was just teasing you just now.”
He kissed his forehead. “I know your feelings. You don’t have to do this next time. If I act up again, just kick me out of the room to sleep in the dungeon. Maybe if I get cold, I’ll come to my senses.”
Rong Feijun let out a low laugh.
Sleep in the dungeon? What the hell.
Leaning against his chest, he said in a low voice, “I know, there are many things I don’t do well…”
“Silly boy. Ai, if you keep this up, I’ll really have to go sleep in the dungeon. I promise you, next time, I’ll definitely control my temper. I’m used to running wild in the desert, so sometimes I might be a bit forceful and domineering, but I won’t be in the future.”
“Wulanbaer…” he said in a low voice, “Mo Yan is gone.”
“Mm, I know. It’s not your fault.” Wulanbaer gently patted his back.
Rong Feijun smiled and hugged him back.
The night was as cool as water. After seeing Rong Feijun fall asleep in his arms, Wulanbaer gently placed him on the bed, tucked him in, and left.
I need to go take a cold bath to cool myself and little Lan down!
Damn it, if this goes on, will I become impotent!
The capital had not yet been drawn into the chaos of war, but Xianju City was in a mess.
Fu Yunzhi watched as Qi Xiao was hit by two arrows and couldn’t help but cry out. The shrill cry faintly reached Qi Xiao’s ears. He gritted his teeth, spurred his horse to avoid Zhuo Fang’s attack, and pulled out the sharp arrow in his chest. The pain made him gasp, and his vision went white. But the Southern Conquest Army was here, and Fu Yunzhi was here. He absolutely could not fall! And he couldn’t affect the army’s morale with two arrows sticking out of him!
He roared to vent his frustration and then reached out to pull out the arrow in his left arm.
Blood gushed out. He desperately used his internal energy to stop the bleeding and suppress the master Gu, regaining control of his limbs.
“Ahhhhhh—” He gripped his sword and charged at Zhuo Fang again.
Zhuo Fang kept pestering him, and with his current condition, the formation-breaking team was soon disrupted by the living dead. It was already difficult to break the formation by charging into the center of the living dead, and he was just doing his best. But now…
Forcing his internal energy made blood trickle from the corner of his mouth. He gritted his teeth and continued to fight with Zhuo Fang while trying to get his troops back on the right path.
On the other side, Xiao Zijun had been caught by Zhang Fan.
“Young Master Xiao! Come back with me!”
He struggled with all his might, not cooperating at all.
“Young Master Xiao,” Zhang Fan said angrily, “didn’t you see? Zhuo Fang doesn’t recognize you at all! Have you forgotten how you lost this arm? No matter how many times you see him, he will mercilessly cut off your other arm, then your legs, then your head. He has been brainwashed, and in his eyes now, there is only the army and the king. Everyone else must die. You are no different from the rest, do you know that!”
Xiao Zijun listened blankly, then his hands fell limply, and he stopped struggling.
Seeing him motionless in front of him, Zhang Fan was satisfied and, holding the reins, led him back to the city.
And where Zhang Fan couldn’t see, Xiao Zijun shed silent tears.
On the city wall, Fu Yunzhi saw that Qi Xiao was not in a good state and couldn’t judge the formation’s direction well. He had someone bring him a dozen signal flares.
Bang—
Qi Xiao looked up and saw a streak of blue smoke in the sky. It was heading southwest. He looked at the southwest, then at Fu Yunzhi on the city wall, and understood.
He was standing high up, and his field of vision was better than his own. This was him telling him the direction of the Junce army’s formation!
Qi Xiao looked at his scattered troops. It was already difficult to reorganize the formation with verbal commands. So, he also took out his own green signal flare and fired it into the sky.
“Southern Conquest Army! Move with the green signal—!”
Bang—
Bang—
Bang bang—
For a moment, the sky was a mix of blue and green. The Southern Conquest Army moved with his signal, and he judged his actions based on Fu Yunzhi’s signal. The two of them, one high and one low, one blue and one green, cooperated seamlessly.
The formation was rearranged. No matter how Zhuo Fang tried to stop them, he couldn’t stop the signal flares.
Wang Zhou looked at them, and a strange sense of envy grew in his heart. Unreserved trust, strength, and two people who were a perfect match in every way…
Qi Xiao led his troops and destroyed four points of the star. Just as he was about to charge towards the fifth, he looked up but saw no blue smoke.
What’s wrong? He frowned slightly.
But before he could understand, he saw three or four red signal flares explode in the azure sky.
Red… this means something has happened. And four of them, it must be a major incident!
