41 Temptation
◎Like a statue carved from white jade◎
The redbud tent hanging over the bunk bed was swaying slightly, and the lifelike flowers on it seemed to be fluttering in the wind. Xie Wuyang, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes and rested. His golden curly hair was like the swaying waves of wheat, and his golden hair touched his long black eyelashes, trembling slightly.
Xie Wuyang stood up, put on a dark purple cloak with black chrysanthemum and crane patterns, and walked casually to the window.
It was a sunny and warm day outside. The warm sunlight came through the window and draped over his body, turning into a soft golden silk robe. His dark green eyes showed neither joy nor sadness.
From a distance, it looks like a statue carved from white jade, a kind of beauty that makes people sigh.
There is a flower garden outside the house. I don’t know if it’s because it’s autumn, but the flower garden is full of golden chrysanthemums. The endless golden color blends with the golden light in the sky.
Xie Wuyang's deep green eyes were invaded by the large expanse of gold. He was immersed in this beautiful natural scenery, his eyes looking into the distance, and he thought of his hometown.
His deceased relatives were there.
His mother was the most beautiful woman in Xirong. Her hair was the sun, her eyes were emerald, and her skin was milk. All the beautiful words in the world seemed to be born for her.
And the place where he grew up, vast and boundless, with green grasslands woven into a soft bed, selflessly embracing every one of her children, always tolerant, always peaceful, and always deeply loving everyone on this land.
There was a gentle light in Xie Wuyang's eyes, a side of him that he had never shown to Song Jinyi. Suddenly, his eyes dimmed, filled with anger and brewing hatred.
It was Qi, it was Qi who took away all this!
When he was chased out of Xirong, he swore that one day he would return to Xirong, personally chop off Qi's head, peel off his flesh piece by piece, and eat it with the strongest wine in Xirong.
The sound of subtle footsteps was heard behind him. Xie Wuyang's ears moved. He lifted his hand that was resting on the window frame lightly, and his back stiffened slightly. Perhaps the person noticed his small movement and stopped at a safe distance from him.
Hunnamu bowed and said in Xirong language, "Sixth Prince, have you rested well recently?"
Xie Wuyang stood with his back to him and said, "I was able to recover so quickly, and I have to thank you for taking me in."
"You're being too kind. This is what I have to do."
When he faced Hunnamu, he claimed that he was unwilling to seek revenge because he did not trust Hunnamu and was afraid that he was someone sent by Qi.
Now he had plenty of time to see if Hunnamu was usable.
A few days ago, just after Song Jinyi left, Xie Wuyang woke up. He was unhappy to learn that he was entrusted to Huo Changqing by Song Jinyi and wanted to leave directly and return to Yunzhou.
Hunnamu appeared——
Hun Namu told Huo Changqing that he was asked by Song Jinyi to take Xie Wuyang away. Xie Wuyang followed Hun Namu to a private residence in the suburbs of Shengjing to recuperate.
Hunnamu said, "Prince Tao, the Left Wise King is waiting for you in Yuedu. The suffering people of Yuedu are also waiting for you. The fertile land has been occupied by vultures, and you are the eagle of the Western Rong. You should return to your homeland and soar, instead of being trapped in a cage in Daxia."
Upon hearing this, Xie Wuyang's brows furrowed slightly, his expression changing several times, making it difficult to read. Gradually, only indifference remained in his deep green eyes. He waved his hand to stop Hun Namu from speaking, and said lightly, "But I think this place is also very good."
Hun Nama was silent for a moment before asking, "Is it because of that woman from Da Xia beside you? There are more beautiful women in Yue, thousands of times better than her. Why would you stay here for a woman who is not worth it?"
Xie Wuyang smiled with an ambiguous smile. He leaned over and picked a chrysanthemum. He turned around and handed it to Hun Namu. "This is for you."
When Hunnamu was about to take it, he wrapped the petals in his palm and squeezed them hard. In the end, only the dry and bare flower stalks were left. The golden, wrinkled petals slipped from Hunnamu's palm like silk threads.
Xie Wuyang placed the flower stem in the palm of his hand.
Hunnamu looked up at Xie Wuyang in confusion. He leaned lazily against the wall, his hands on his shoulders, his eyes slightly raised, observing him quietly.
Xie Wuyang asked in a joking tone, "If I don't obey Zuo Xian Wang's arrangements and go back to be his puppet, what does he want? Kill me, this disobedient chess piece?"
Hunnamu immediately knelt on the ground and hurriedly explained, "How dare we! You are the king's son, the Sixth Prince of the Western Rong. Even if you don't return, Zuo Xian Wang has instructed me to protect you, even at the cost of my own life."
"Oh~" Xie Wuyang said with a raised tone, without emotion: "So you followed me because you obeyed Zuo Xian Wang? It's a pity that I don't want a dog that others don't want. Go back to Xirong!"
Hunnamu was completely overwhelmed by the unpredictable Sixth Prince. He couldn't figure him out at all. He explained sincerely, "I misspoke. That's not what I meant. I am naturally loyal to the Western Rong and to you."
"Really?" Xie Wuyang lifted his sleeves and raised his slender arms. Due to long-term hunger, his body would dissolve muscles to fill the fat needed by the body.
He leaned forward and asked, "You say I'm an eagle, but how do you think a weak and frail piece of shit like me can face the powerful Qi?"
Hunnamu originally wanted to say that you have suffered for many years, and the suffering has consumed your body but not your will. Physical weakness can be replenished by eating meat and drinking milk, but the immortality of the spirit is rare.
But Hunnamu's rare intuition told him that this was not what the prince wanted to ask. He asked tentatively, "Prince, are you asking how to deal with Tuoba Qi?"
Seeing Xie Wuyang's eyes signaling him to continue, he suggested: "You can use hidden weapons."
"hidden weapon?"
"Yes, it is a hidden weapon. Prince can show weakness and then stab the opponent's throat when he is not prepared." Hunnamu took out a silver dagger from his arms and handed it to Xie Wuyang.
"We are in Daxia now. Daxia is known for its swords and spears, and rarely produces Xirong scimitars. When we return to Xirong, I will find the best weapons for the prince."
Xie Wuyang took the dagger, pulled it out casually, and stabbed it towards Hunnamu fiercely. Hunnamu did not dodge or evade.
He asked why he didn't hide.
Hun Nama said: "I am yours. You want my life, so I dare not disobey your order."
Xie Wuyang retracted the knife, laughed, and said, "Okay, very good, you remember, from now on you are mine, and I, Tuoba Tao, will never allow deception or betrayal.
If I discover you, I will hang you upside down in the desert, cut a hole in your chest, let the vultures pick at you, let the scorching sun dry you out, and bury you in the sand."
These words shocked everyone who heard them.
So when Xie Wuyang put his hand on Hunnamu's shoulder, he couldn't help but tremble.
Xie Wuyang patted his shoulder and said, "You are mine now. The first thing you need to do for me is to cut off someone's left hand and give it to me."
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Yunzhou.
Song Jinyi finally arrived in Yunzhou at 11:00 on the third day. The coachman was unwilling to enter the city and waste time, so Song Jinyi had no choice but to carry her packages with Li He and enter Yunzhou before the city gates were closed.
The street in front of the city gate was deserted because all the vendors had closed their stalls. Unlike the bustling noon, there were only a few scattered lights on the street. Song Jinyi walked along the street without meeting a single person.
The moon was dark and the wind was strong. The deserted streets seemed to be covered with a faint mist. The tattered white lanterns that matched the occasion rolled a few times and rolled away from Song Jinyi.
…
Song Jinyi held Li He's hand tightly, her eyes always paying attention to the movements around her. On the contrary, Li He beside her looked excited. Maybe he was really not afraid, or maybe it was because he was not smart and didn't know what fear was.
She looked around and said, "I've never been out on the street this late in the evening."
Then he asked, "Madam Song, which shop is yours? How long do we have to walk? Madam Song, is your shop big? Is it bigger than Zui Liuxia's?"
For the first time, Song Jinyi felt that having a noisy voice next to her was not a bad thing, and she was not so scared anymore.
When they were still some distance away from Song's Sweet Water Shop, Song Jinyi smelled a pungent fishy smell in the air. Li He next to her also covered her nose and looked ahead with disgust.
Song Jinyi covered her nose and walked forward. Although Li He felt like vomiting after smelling the odor, he followed Song Jinyi.
She saw Song Jinyi standing in front of a shop. She turned her head and saw that the door was dirty and smelled fishy. She guessed that it must have been splashed with chicken blood, and the blood had turned black.
Li He was very afraid of blood, including animal blood. She grabbed Song Jinyi's clothes, hid behind her, and quietly stuck her head out. There was a sign saying "Song's Sweet Water Shop".
What exactly happened here?
She wanted to ask Song Jinyi, but she glanced at Song Jinyi's ugly face and serious expression. It was the first time she learned to read people's expressions, so she closed her mouth silently and said nothing more.
She looked around boredly, and out of the corner of her eye she saw a white figure floating towards her. She jumped up and down in fright, "Ghost!"
Song Jinyi was dragged around by her, turned around and grabbed her, then looked in the direction of her finger.
Suddenly, a white figure appeared in front of me, silently. Under the dim light, the person's long hair fluttered in the evening breeze, which was really weird.
【Author’s words】
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