Chapter 75 Stop kissing, my lips hurt.
Meng Qiuna looked at Long Langyue, then at Long Xiaoyun, pointing at herself in disbelief.
"I?"
After wiping the blood off the sword, Long Langyue said, "You're quite capable."
“But…” Meng Qiuna hesitated. Not to mention that she had not received any relevant education, she also lacked the confidence to govern a country.
"No rush, we still need time to deal with things in Beirong."
Long Xiaoyun leaned close to Meng Qiuna and said, "The Northern Rong will submit to the Great Jing again in the future. Bring your mother over in a few days. Wouldn't it be better if she kept you company?"
"I just... don't think I can manage a country well."
"You don't need to worry about it. After the Northern Rong are submitted to the Great Jing, they will just be idle kings. Just don't mess around."
Long Xiaoyun had great faith in his elder brother's abilities, and he guessed what the other party was thinking. He figured it was because Meng Qiuna was easy to control and wouldn't be as heartless as the previous Northern Rong King.
Meng Qiuna choked for a long time, then silently lowered her head and didn't say anything.
The letter traveled across the yellow sands and eventually fell into the hands of Seventeen.
Upon learning of the army's great victory and the complete submission of the Northern Rong to the Great Jing, everyone cheered with joy.
Seventeen was also very happy to hear the cheerful laughter outside.
This time, the matter is finally settled.
A few days later, Seventeen and Yuanfu, along with Shen Wenge, set off for Beirong.
The camp could not be without a leader, so Xie Qingyan was kept behind. After spending so much time together, the soldiers in the north had gained a certain degree of trust in him, which allowed Seventeen and the others to leave with peace of mind.
Perhaps even the heavens were delighted by this great victory, for the journey was smooth sailing, with not even a gust of wind stirring up.
Seventeen wrapped himself tightly in a thick cloak, and the horse carried him through the yellow sand, his feet sinking deep and his feet sinking shallow.
Since Grandpa Yuanfu couldn't ride a horse, he rode in a sedan chair.
The others all had smiles on their faces, but Shen Weige seemed to have a worried look on her face.
Seventeen pulled on the reins and walked to her side, asking, "What is Dr. Shen thinking about?"
Shen Weige rode a chestnut horse, which was said to be a fine steed, but Seventeen didn't recognize it, though he could tell it was indeed quite good.
The windproof scarf on Shen Weige's body swayed in the wind, making it seem as if it were about to blend into the sky from a distance.
"I...I'm wondering if Qiu'er still recognizes me."
Her expression was somewhat forlorn. When she and her daughter were forced to separate, her poor daughter was less than ten years old. After all these years, does she still remember her as her mother? Does she blame her for abandoning her?
Seventeen was being tossed and turned by the horse, but he had a smile on his face. Because of the sandstorm, he had covered his face. The thin veil could perfectly block the yellow sand, but it would not affect his vision.
"If she really harbored resentment, why would she go around asking people to come to Dajing to look for you?"
"That's true... but it's inevitable that there will be some..."
Shen Weige never considered herself a sentimental or indecisive person.
She didn't regret marrying that Northern Rong man, nor did she regret leaving with her child after marriage because she didn't want to be a nobody in his royal family. She didn't regret struggling to survive with Meng Qiuna. Only when the child was crying in the arms of that couple, yet dared not cry out loud, did Shen Weige regret it.
Countless times in the dead of night, she would dream of that child, now a grown woman, questioning her why she had abandoned her and why she hadn't gone to find her.
Unable to respond, she could only weep and repent repeatedly.
In the end, he decided to come to the North to try to find news of the child.
Fortunately, with the blessing of heaven and the protection of the Great Jing, she found it.
Not only did they find him, but they also learned that the child had always been thinking of them.
Seventeen smiled, her eyes shining brightly in the sunlight, "That's your most cherished daughter, what are you worried about?"
Shen Weige smiled slightly, sighed softly, and looked up at the city that was faintly visible in the distance. Her hesitation turned into determination.
"Actually, there's something I've been keeping from you all."
She blinked, seemingly a little embarrassed: "Actually, I put a Gu poison in Qiu'er's body so that I could know whether she was still alive."
“This Gu will not endanger my life under normal circumstances, but if the mother Gu in my body is activated, then she and I will die at the same time.”
Shen Weige's voice was faint, drifting away in the wind. Seventeen, however, was somewhat surprised: "Your Majesty did guess about the Gu worm back then, but...why did you use this kind of Gu on her?"
"Because I'm not sure what she'll become."
She raised her head, her black hair flowing behind her, with a few strands of white hair faintly visible—the marks of time.
"After all, she has the blood of the Northern Rong King. I'm not sure if she will ultimately side with the Northern Rong or the Great Jing. This is a safeguard I'm keeping for myself."
“I know that child is very smart, she was intelligent from a young age. Her father often looked at her with a look of satisfaction and regret. At first I thought he was pleased with her precociousness, but later I realized that he was regretting that such intelligence was in a daughter.”
Now, when Shen Weige recalls the past, she feels no emotional fluctuation, as if she were telling a story in a book.
“I knew I couldn’t leave Qiu’er in such a place, so I tried every means to bring her back to Dajing, but at that time the relations between the two countries were too bad, and I really couldn’t bring her back.”
Seventeen knew that even entering and leaving the city was difficult at that time, let alone a mother and daughter who had returned from the Northern Rong.
"But the King of Beirong refused to let us go. He knew I knew about Gu poison, and he was suspicious of us all the time, making people uneasy."
Shen Weige looked disgusted. She had really misjudged people back then, which led to Qiu'er having such a father.
Seventeen took a deep breath and said, "It's all over now, Dr. Shen. A wonderful life awaits you."
"Yes, thank you."
The soft laughter is hidden in the twilight, mixed in the sand, buried in the snow, and will remain forever.
Early the next morning, Seventeen and his group arrived in Beirong. Long Langyue and Long Xiaoyun had been waiting for a long time. When they saw that they had arrived, Long Langyue hurriedly took a few steps forward, but then remembered that her silly younger brother was still by her side, and she stopped in her tracks.
Long Xiaoyun was completely unaware and simply went up to greet them one by one.
When he saw Shen Weige, he was quite moved: "Dr. Shen, I really didn't expect that the person Meng Qiuna was looking for was you. What a coincidence!"
Shen Weige smiled gently, clearly pleased as well: "Yes, I deceived Vice General Long before, please forgive me, Vice General."
"Hey, what are you talking about?"
As soon as Long Xiaoyun finished speaking, he heard footsteps approaching. He turned around and saw Meng Qiuna, dressed in the clothing of the Northern Rong tribe, rushing into Chen Weige's arms with jingling sounds all over her body.
A series of intermittent cries rang out, and everyone present quieted down. Shen Weige looked apologetically at everyone. Long Langyue waved his hand slightly and left with Yuanfu and Seventeen. He left the rest of the matter to Long Xiaoyun, otherwise what use was raising him?
As soon as Yuanfu Gonggong arrived, he started cleaning on his own initiative, fussing over this and that. Long Langyue was too lazy to bother with him and pulled Shiqi into the house.
The architectural style of the Northern Rong royal family is quite different from that of the Grand View Garden. To the naked eye, it appears magnificent and extremely extravagant.
Seventeen looked at the gems inlaid on the pillars and then at the beaded chain on the lintel, wondering if the Northern Rong were so rich.
But he didn't have time to think about these things, because Long Langyue pulled him into the room and locked the door. Before Seventeen could react, her cool lips were already on his.
Seventeen's slightly cold hands were held and placed in a warm embrace. He tilted his head back and willingly accepted Long Langyue's kiss.
This proactive attitude delighted Long Langyue, who pulled her into his arms and kissed and nibbled at her until Seventeen felt her lips were bleeding before finally letting her go.
"Your Majesty! Stop kissing me, my lips hurt."
Seventeen complained softly. Long Langyue pinched his chin and looked at his lips, which were particularly red from being kissed. The pent-up frustration in her heart finally found an outlet.
让一个血气方刚的男人在刚和心悦之人定了情后，却被迫天隔两方，他没把龙霄云揍死已经是顾忌着兄弟情了
It wasn't just brotherly affection; there was also a touch of gratitude. If it weren't for Long Xiaoyun causing this mess, he and Seventeen wouldn't know when they would have been able to open up to each other.
Feeling a little embarrassed by his gaze, Seventeen pulled her hands out of Long Langyue's arms and said, "Your Majesty, I'm hungry."
He looked pitiful, mainly because he didn't want this person to continue kissing him, but in Long Langyue's eyes, he had only been away for a short time, so why had he lost weight again?
If Yuanfu heard this, he would make a scene. "Where have you lost weight? How did you lose weight? I feed you well every day, and you've clearly gained some weight!"
Seventeen knew perfectly well that hearing him say that made her feel incredibly guilty. She pushed him out, muttering as she went, "Does Your Majesty intend to starve me?"
Long Langyue patiently let him push her, and just then he bumped into Yuan Fu. Yuan Fu's pupils dilated slightly when he saw the two of them, and then he curtsied and asked, "Your Majesty, Vice Minister Long just asked if you would like to dine with us?"
"Okay, go ahead."
Long Langyue turned around, grabbed Seventeen's hand, and pulled him towards the dining room, ignoring his fierce resistance.
It has to be said that it's no wonder the Northern Rong King was unwilling to continue submitting to the Great Jing; keeping the gifts he received each year was far better than giving them away.
Seventeen looked around in surprise at the dining room, which was filled with flowers. When she got closer, she found it was very warm inside, and she couldn't even wear her cloak anymore.
After he took off his cloak and put it aside, Long Langyue smiled and introduced it to him: "This Northern Rong King certainly knows how to enjoy life. There are heated stones buried under the dining hall, and water is spread on the heated stones. The dining hall is built on the water. The temperature of the heated stones heats the water, and the water heats the dining hall, so the temperature inside is extremely high."
"That's amazing!"
"The King of Beirong had no political achievements in his life; his greatest skill was enjoying life."
Long Xiaoyun and the others had been waiting in the dining hall for a long time. When they saw people come in, they all bowed. Long Langyue waved his hand slightly and said, "No need to be so polite, please make yourselves at home."
After saying this, he first led Seventeen to his seat and sat down, and then he himself sat down.
Yuanfu, used to it, didn't notice anything amiss, but the other people in the hall almost popped their eyes out.
Apart from Long Xiaoyun, no one else dared to say anything. They suppressed the storm raging in their minds and buried their heads in their food. Long Xiaoyun, being a bit of a simpleton, even dropped his chopsticks and stammered, "Royal brother, you, you, this guard, you, you, you, sister-in-law?"
The moment the words "Imperial Sister-in-law" were uttered, Seventeen choked on her food, her face flushed red as she coughed incessantly. Long Langyue glared at Long Xiaoyun, clearly displeased, and reached out to pat Seventeen on the back.
Meng Qiuna, who was standing to the side, tugged at the idiot-like Long Xiaoyun and whispered, "We'll talk about it later! How can you be so clueless!"
Over time, Meng Qiuna has come to understand that Long Xiaoyun is simply straightforward and honest, which is both a good thing and a bad thing.
For example, in this situation now.
She silently sighed to herself, thinking that this simpleton was only able to survive because he was Emperor Jing's younger brother; otherwise, he would probably have been reincarnated eight hundred times over.
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