Chapter 102 No Time
Yangshan Pass is located in the central part of the country, where the terrain is mountainous and can be attacked or defended.
Yangshan Pass has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times.
The imperial court has indeed become increasingly lazy in military affairs this year, and the number of people guarding this place is less than that of the personal troops brought by Sun Shuo. Naturally, Sun Shuo easily took him down in one fell swoop.
When General Xiao led his troops to encircle and suppress Zhao Fangye, Sun Shuo happened to escape the pursuit and joined up with Zhao Fangye's personal army.
Sun Shuo and his personal troops watched helplessly as General Xiao led his troops towards the northwest, feeling extremely anxious. At this time, Zhao Fangye sent a secret letter asking them to wait until General Xiao's troops left and then rush to Yangshan Pass immediately.
Sun Shuo didn't understand at first, until a few days ago, when suddenly a lot of troops gathered towards the Central Plains, he realized Zhao Fangye's intention of asking him to stay at Yangshan Pass.
Not only Sikou Lanfeng and Feng Zhen's forces defected to Zhao Fangye. In the capital, the forces in the north and south gradually saw the situation clearly and decided to pledge allegiance to Prince Ning.
The entire rear area of the country is Zhao Fangye's sphere of influence, and with forces gathering towards the capital, it is only a matter of time before they support and attack the capital.
Capital city.
"Sir... please be kind, my son is so young, he really can't go to the battlefield..." A woman in simple clothes hurried out and grabbed the officer's clothes and refused to let go.
His son, who was not yet an adult, was being carried to the military camp by two soldiers. Looking around, she saw that the same situation was happening in every household behind her.
"This is an order from the imperial court. Are you going to disobey it?" The officer kicked the woman away and said viciously, "If you don't move out of the way, we will charge you with obstructing military affairs."
After saying that, the two soldiers walked away with their men, leaving the woman lying there, covering her face and crying: "Oh my God! How could this happen..."
Another woman walked up to her and squatted beside her, sobbing and wiping tears: "Sister Chen, my man is the same... This world is really evil, he is so old and going to the battlefield is a dead end... Woo..."
"My son, he is still so young...how can he...how can he survive...I am going to have to bury him when he is young..."
In order to gather troops in a short period of time, the imperial court began to unscrupulously conscript able-bodied men. No matter they were young or old, all men were taken to the battlefield.
However, the families of the conscripted men not only did not receive any pensions from the court, but they had to provide the soldiers' money and food themselves.
It's absolutely ridiculous.
For a time, the capital was in great turmoil. When the wealthy and powerful heard that the rebels would soon take over the capital, they quickly packed up their gold and silver treasures and fled to the south for refuge. The people lived in fear all day long, and those who had some money also fled to the south.
The rest who have no money can only walk and see day by day.
The dynasty's luck is about to end.
The marching carriage stopped halfway and Zhao Fangye ordered the army to rest. Song Huaixi had been stuck in the carriage for several days and naturally couldn't sit still anymore, so he clamored to get off.
They stayed in the northwest from spring to late autumn. Yellow sand swept across the sky, and the desert wind was full of a bleak feeling.
After glancing at Song Huaixi who was in a hurry to get off the carriage, Zhao Fangye quickly pulled the person back. He casually took a cloak beside him and put it on him: "It's autumn now."
"I got it." Song Huaixi sat obediently in his arms, watching Zhao Fangye's slender fingers slowly pick up the laces on the cloak and tie a knot for himself.
As she moved, her fingers would intentionally or unintentionally rub against his chin, which felt cool. Song Huaixi shrank back, lowered his head, and grabbed his hands with both hands.
"Zhao Fangye, your hands are so cold."
"Is it cold enough for Huaixi?"
"No." Song Huaixi held his hands and wrapped his big palms. Her blunt, round eyes curved up at him: "I'll warm you up, my hands are very warm."
The two were so close that their breaths blended with each other. The sparkling light emanating from those pure black eyes made Zhao Fangye's heart beat fast.
Really so well behaved.
Zhao Fangye remained silent, staring into Song Huaixi's eyes for a long time, with unknown emotions surging in his light-colored pupils.
Song Huaixi looked at him and smiled more eagerly. She blew air into his palm and looked up to ask, "Are you warm? Zhao Fangye."
The next second, he was suddenly pressed down by Zhao Fangye onto the soft couch. Zhao Fangye held his hands above his head with one hand and clamped his jaw with the other hand.
The hot kiss was like the unknown emotion in Zhao Fangye's eyes, coming over him intensely and deeply.
“Hmm…”
Song Huaixi's breathing was cut off almost instantly, and Zhao Fangye drove straight in. Powerful yet gentle, the lips were kissed and sucked. The faint whimpers between breaths were completely swallowed up between lips and tongue.
Song Huaixi's body trembled slightly. Zhao Fangye's dominance left him with almost no time to catch his breath. My head started to feel dizzy and my body started to feel weak.
A low sneer suddenly came from his ear, and Zhao Fangye let him go. She reached out and stroked his flushed cheeks with a smile in her eyes.
"Why are you holding your breath?"
This little fool actually forgot to breathe. The little face as white as jade turned red, and the blunt round eyes were wet as if covered with a thin layer of mist.
"call..."
Song Huaixi took a deep breath and felt less dizzy. Lying on the couch, he looked at Zhao Fangye and said, "You are so awesome."
Zhao Fangye was always very skilled when kissing him, but even though he had kissed him many times, he still couldn't breathe skillfully. Every time Zhao Fangye kissed him a little longer, he couldn't resist.
Amused by his sudden words, Zhao Fangye kissed the corners of his lips a few times, picked him up from the couch and sat him on his lap: "It's okay, Huaixi, take your time."
After saying that, Zhao Fangye began to gently suck his red lips, not fiercely but full of tenderness. The big hands holding him in his arms slowly stroked his back.
Song Huaixi closed her eyes, put her arms around his neck, pressed her body against the car wall, and raised her head for a kiss. The breathing of the two people in the spacious carriage became clearer and clearer.
Song Huaixi was so aroused by the kiss that her body, which was sitting astride him, began to tremble. The carriage suddenly became stuffy and Song Huaixi felt as if he was about to be set on fire.
I can only hold on tightly to the person under me to seek a little comfort.
In the end, Song Huaixi's idea of getting off the carriage was nipped in the bud. The cloak he had just put on was also taken off and thrown aside.
After a while, the subordinate came to the car and asked, "Your Majesty, Madam Song said she wanted to see the princess. Is the princess free now?"
Zhao Fangye was leaning on a soft pillow with his coat on, flipping through a military book leisurely. The pale eyes were filled with fear.
After hearing the report from the visitor, he moved his eyes away from the book and looked at Song Huaixi who was sleeping soundly on his legs.
Her black hair was loose and her face was pretty. There was a hint of red in the corners of her eyes, and her long, crow-feather-like eyelashes were gently closed. Some brightly colored flowers were faintly visible through the ruffled collar on the chest.
After the subordinate waited for a while, a lazy tone came from the carriage: "The princess is tired and has no time."
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