Chapter 91 She didn't want that! After dinner, the two of them...
After the meal, the two men fed the horses and prepared to set off.
Yun Yang pulled the reins. Many roads on the ancient post road were no longer flat and were even extremely narrow. There was an uncovered cliff on one side, which was not suitable for galloping.
The two of them walked slowly along the plank road, leading their horses. Yun Yang was somewhat full, and just as he was digesting his food, he was looking around at the magnificent mountain scenery. He felt inspired to compose a poem when he heard Xue Yu ask, "Is your young master pretty?"
"What?" Yun Yang didn't react.
"I mean, doesn't your young master have a pretty face? And is he tall too?" Xue Yu replied.
Yun Yang was stunned for a moment, as if lost in distant memories, and then nodded affirmatively.
"How beautiful is it?" Xue Yu said with a faint smile.
"Well... you are considered good-looking, right?" Yun Yang turned around and looked her up and down.
Xue Yu said, "I don't know how to define appearance, but I've been praised for my looks ever since I was old enough to understand. Didn't Yangyang tell me many times that I'm good-looking?"
Yun Yang nodded approvingly.
Not only the face is pretty, but every part of the body is pretty.
Xue Yu felt relieved and a smile returned to his face. However, he remembered that he still had something to ask. He suppressed his smile and asked seriously, "How is your master? How good-looking is she?"
"Of course he's far inferior to you," Yun Yang said as he walked, gesturing with one hand above his head. "But he's very tall and very strong. When I was little, he could carry my sister and me on his shoulders, one on each side!"
"...Do you like something strong?" Xue Yu narrowed his eyes.
"No, I'm just describing it to you. Don't you always ask me about him?" Yun Yang said, "Hey, why do you always ask about him?!"
"What is his relationship with my sister?" Xue Yu did not answer and continued to ask.
"My sister doesn't like him and always goes against him. My little master seems to have sensed that my sister doesn't like him and even asked me why privately." Yun Yang said.
"When my sister got married, did your young master go to see her off?"
"Yes, the young master is the leader of the wedding procession."
What needs to be done now is to find the mother-in-law and ask her whether the young man who has been dormant in the Yun Mansion for five years disappeared with Yun Jia's marriage.
He held the reins tightly, but his expression was calm.
The guess in my mind was confirmed, and a clear outline of the situation was almost drawn.
"Let's go. We can ride horses on the road ahead." Xue Yu said.
Yun Yang responded, stepped on the stirrup, and climbed onto the horse's back with swift movements. Suddenly, she felt a surge of heat flowing through her skirt, and she began to tremble slightly.
When she thought about what it was, her face suddenly turned red.
Xue Yu looked at her in confusion, then looked at the vast expanse of white snow. "Why is your face so red? Are you hot?"
She turned around and gave him an angry look, without saying a word, she tightened her reins and galloped away.
Traveling all the way to the southern border, the terrain and landscape of the Central Plains gradually faded away, moss spread on the stone steps of the ancient post road, and there were stone tablets carved with statues of gods in various shapes along the way. Everything he saw was a scene and thing he had never seen before. Yun Yang was curious everywhere, and recalled many things he had read in the storybooks in which the protagonists were Miao priests and the most beautiful courtesan of the Central Plains, such as the strange and unpredictable poisonous insects, the magic tricks that could summon wind and rain, and the elusive love poison.
"Love Gu? If there really is such a strange thing, how could there be such stories as Du Shiniang angrily presenting a treasure chest and Liang Zhu transforming into butterflies and other stories of unrequited love?" Xue Yu analyzed seriously.
"I don't want to tell you anymore." Yun Yang was speechless, gazing at the stone tablet, about ten feet tall, hidden in the lush greenery. "What is this? Is it the King of Nanzhao? But isn't this still the territory of Dazhao? How can there be such a foreign stone statue?"
The head of a man on top of the stone tablet was eroded by wind and rain and was a little blurred, but one could still make out that he was a young man with high brow bones and sharp eyes. With his brows lowered, one could not see the compassion of a "god", but rather a kind of scrutiny that was thorny.
"Decades ago, this area belonged to Nanzhao. Later, our dynasty's generals pushed it inch by inch to the present-day border of Nanzhao. Before that, this post road was rumored to have been built by the Nanzhao royal family, opening up a trade route between the Central Plains and Nanzhao," Xue Yu explained. "Historical records show that over 30,000 people died in the construction of this road. It can be said that every mile along the way was filled with bloody lives. This stone tablet was probably erected to deter the souls of the dead."
Yun Yang perked up and carefully examined the figure on the stone tablet. It certainly looked menacing. The back of the stone tablet was densely engraved with runes and names, and a faint dark red mark could be seen hidden among the moss.
She leaned over, blew away the dust that had accumulated over the years, waved her hands and held her breath.
After a moment, the cinnabar seal clearly revealed two words, "Wanqi".
"Wanqi?" Yun Yang said.
"Wanqi is the surname of the gods worshipped by the Nanzhao royal family." Xue Yu explained.
"Are there really gods? Oh, the royal family built a post road, but they have to pay for it with someone else's money?" Yun Yang was very puzzled.
"Perhaps there were gods in ancient times. The Shan Hai Jing records them in detail and cannot be false. However, with the drastic changes in the world, the gods disappeared and became mere cults. They're like the Imperial Observatory in Dazhao, dispensable." Xue Yu said calmly, his words tinged with unconcealed sarcasm. "It's said that when the post road was being built, the roots of the towering ancient trees were so complex that they stood still. The road was blocked by obstacles, so the King of Nanzhao had no choice but to invite the descendants of the Wanqi God Clan to come."
"The road was repaired after he came here?" Yun Yang exclaimed in amazement.
"It is still unknown whether this road was built by the Wanqi God Clan, but I think, if there really is such a miracle, why would we need to erect a monument to suppress the souls of those who died in vain while building the road?" Xue Yu said, looking at the road ahead.
"How do you know all this?" Yun Yang asked.
Xue Yu raised the corner of his lips. "I heard this from others when I was young and traveling in Dazhao. Besides that, I've been to many other places, and some of them have very interesting anecdotes. If Yangyang is willing to listen, I'll tell you slowly."
The stone tablet stands quietly in the boundless green beside the ancient post road.
Yun Yang looked back and silently repeated the word "Wanqi".
"I know as much as Lu Jie." Xue Yu added.
At that time, the jailer revealed that she was going to "escape from prison" with Lu Jie. He calmed down after losing control of his emotions and asked Lu Jie directly. Lu Jie frankly told him that it was Yun Yang who wanted to leave Xue Mansion and travel around Dazhao, so she mentioned those place names.
At that time, he had already ordered her to be locked up in Jinxiang Pavilion, so he simply kept her there to prevent her from coming up with random ideas for Lu Jie.
In fact, he couldn't ignore the dark thoughts in his heart - he really wanted to lock her up like this and imprison her by his side.
Before he met Yun Yang, he thought that according to his orderly life, he should live with his wife in a long-term and respectful way, not seeking true love but peace in the backyard. He would respect her, honor her contribution to the family, and share the ups and downs with her.
I never expected that one day I would have such despicable thoughts towards a woman, and would want to completely possess her in a crazy, uncontrollable, dark way.
If he doesn't see her, he will feel anxious. If he sees her and she doesn't care about him or pay attention to him, he will feel even more anxious, and he must occupy everything of her to relieve it.
“……?” Yun Yang.
"When you went to visit him in the prison, didn't you enjoy listening to him tell you about the customs and habits of various places in Dazhao?" Xue Yu said as he walked without looking around.
"No way, I prefer listening to you tell me!" Yun Yang chased after him, holding his hand, smiling, "Tell me now, otherwise it will be so boring to rush on the road!"
Xue Yu raised the corners of his lips as he looked at her delicate eyebrows. It was as if a warm feather was tickling his heart. The resentment and jealousy that he couldn't express disappeared, and he held her hand tightly.
The sky grew ever higher and more vast. The snow had melted long ago, or perhaps it was the humid heat of the southern border that kept it from snowing at all. The stone steps were covered in moss, and the stone walls on both sides of the road were mottled with vines.
When they reached the southern border, it was too hot to wear cloaks. Yun Yang and Xue Yu had to take off the cloaks that they had worn all the way as both blankets and mattresses. They needed to travel light on this trip, and they didn't know if they would be able to return, so they folded the two cloaks and put them on the side of the road. If anyone needed them, they could take them, which was considered making the best use of them.
The green mountains are majestic, but the road is rugged and bumpy. It took about three days to walk. If we walk a little further tomorrow, we should be able to reach the southern border.
After arriving in the southern border, what will the future hold?
At night, Xue Yu lit a fire. In the warm and bright light of the fire, he looked at Yun Yang's face carefully, with indescribable deep emotions in his eyes.
Yun Yang noticed his gaze and smiled sweetly, innocently and charmingly. In such an uninhabited mountain, she was like a spirit that captivated everyone.
They were in a period where they enjoyed exploring each other's bodies, so it was natural for them to become entangled.
But Yun Yang didn't want to explore tonight, because she found that doing so would waste a lot of time. When she arrived at the southern border tomorrow, she would have to find a way to meet King Hui, and she didn't know how to persuade King Hui to send troops. She didn't want to waste each other's energy on this last night.
So she just hugged his neck and kissed him gently, pecked his eyebrows, nose, and cheeks, then put her head on his chest and listened to his slow and steady heartbeat.
He didn't deepen the kiss like he usually did.
Yun Yang felt a little disappointed, but she just squinted her eyes and smiled. But when she turned around, Xue Yu suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her regardless.
She snuggled in his arms, gradually interlocking their fingers. The air was sticky and she broke out in a light sweat, but he still held her tightly, making her breathless and dizzy.
"Yun Yang, I love you." he said.
She responded, responding to him in a more honest way, her voice sweet and broken.
In the warm firelight, he stroked her hot neck, tied up her long hair like a waterfall, and bit her from her shiny earlobes, slender white neck, to her undulating fullness.
She trembled violently and kissed him stickily, her fingers tightly clasping his shoulders.
There is a kind of determination before parting, as if regardless of everything, whether there is tomorrow or not, just want to enjoy today's happiness to the end.
Like drowning, eagerly and swiftly, she could only cling to him tightly.
"I love you, Yangyang." His voice was hoarse.
Yun Yang also clung to him tightly, no longer aware of shyness. She just wanted to disregard everything before tomorrow. Her tone was soft and lingering, "Me too, so I'm not afraid of anything. I don't care about human ethics, I don't care about my life, as long as I'm with you..."
Yun Yang woke up when the mottled shadows of the trees swayed across her face.
She was actually held in Xue Yu's arms, with the white horse under her, which was slowly moving in the mountains in the early morning.
She knew that after the events of the past few days, he was the one who cleaned up her when she was dazed, so she got used to being held and hugged by him.
Last night was so absurd and unbridled that she was almost fainted from exhaustion. She didn't even notice when he put her clothes on, carried her onto the horse, or packed up the messy luggage.
It seemed like we were almost there, and we could see the market at the foot of the mountain from afar.
Yun Yang propped up her head and looked for a while, then fell back into Xue Yu's arms, yawning in his arms, rubbing her pink cheeks against his chest lazily, like a cat.
After leaving Shangjing, Yun Yang no longer wore makeup. Her fair face was hidden in her black hair, and her skin was white and her lips were red, making her look beautiful and clean.
The road was rough and the horse was shaking, pulling her clothes slightly open, revealing marks of varying shades, white and gorgeous.
He remembered that when he dressed her, her delicate and graceful nipples and buttocks were covered with shocking finger marks.
If she saw it, she would be angry.
The afterglow of last night was still lingering in his bones. It turned out that satisfaction and possession were such pleasurable and dizzying things.
The corners of Xue Yu's lips curled up unconsciously. He wanted to talk to her, but was afraid of disturbing her hazy sleep.
In fact, she didn't want to sleep at all. She just closed her eyes, giggled in his arms, hugged him tightly, put her hands into his clothes, and stroked back and forth on his muscles that were just the right softness and hardness.
He thought that even if he died in front of King Hui today, he would not be afraid.
Yun Yang nestled peacefully in his arms, her body slowly regaining consciousness. The unconcealable soreness and lazy satisfaction were so embarrassing that she blushed.
Master Xue, who is usually dignified and aloof, is so careless when he gets angry that he wants to chew people into pieces...
"Hug." She muttered.
"Holding me." He kissed the top of her head.
"Hold me tighter." She raised her face, looking at him with gentle eyes and confidence.
Xue Yu smiled faintly and hugged her tightly, nuzzling her intimately, his tone lingering, "Yangyang..."
Yun Yang quickly sat up. The hidden swelling and pain were still there. She said cautiously, "Don't call me that. I, I don't want to..."
She needs to slow down.
He nodded and said gently, "I know. Get some rest tonight."
When we left the ancient post road, the Wudu River had merged into the Lancang River here, with the river water surging endlessly. There was also an identical stone tablet standing beside the road. The vines wrapped around the stone tablet were withered, but the cinnabar mark was still clear and hard to hide.
This time, Yun Yang was closer. He stared at the pattern under the word "Wanqi" with a frown on his face. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind as he murmured, "Why does this totem look so familiar..."
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The author has something to say: The origins of the Nanzhao Wanqi tribe and Yunyang's spearmanship are all related to my sister. My sister's complete story will be included in the extra chapter.
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