Chapter 116: Large-scale Social Death Scene
Nangong Chengqian dragged his slightly exhausted but exhilarated body back to his tent. The devastating blow to Yingxue City today and Dongfang Yuning's groundbreaking blueprint for an "international booth" had left the young prince restless for a long time.
He needed to calm down and digest all the shocking things, while thinking about the final attack on Fuying Kyoto tomorrow.
After dismissing his attendants, he had just sat down at his desk, ready to sort out his thoughts, when he heard a faint... unusual movement coming from the direction of Prince Yong's largest and most luxurious tent next door?
Like... a suppressed cry? And the rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other?
Nangong Chengqian's ears twitched, and a suspicious blush instantly appeared on his handsome face. He quickly picked up the cold tea and took a gulp, trying to suppress the images that were automatically playing in his mind:
[Don't listen to anything indecent! Don't listen to anything indecent! The Emperor's uncle and his aunt... well, they have such a good relationship! Such energy... worthy of a man who can tear down a city with his bare hands!]
He decisively closed his ears, picked up a military book, and began to study it "attentively".
In stark contrast to the "calmness" in the prince's tent, the atmosphere in Nangong Ye's commander's tent had long since switched from discussions on national policy to a romantic one.
The vast tent was divided into two rooms, the inner and outer, by a thick felt carpet and screen. The outer room was brightly lit by candlelight, the sand table map remaining solemn. The inner room, however, was lit only by a dim, yellow ram-horn lantern, the light dim and hazy, the air thick with the crisp scent of pine and a faint, sweet aroma.
Dongfang Yuning's misty blue men's outer robe had long been removed and casually draped over the screen. She was now wearing only a plain undershirt, her dark hair loose, a few playful strands cascading down her rosy cheeks. Nangong Ye was forcefully cradling her on a large couch covered in soft white tiger skin.
Nangong Ye was also wearing only a dark nightgown, the collar slightly open, revealing his well-defined collarbone and a small area of his sturdy chest. His tall figure almost completely enveloped the person in his arms, and his deep eyes, like a deep pool in the dim light, surged with undisguised desire and an intense, unwavering doting.
His slender fingers, covered with calluses, were very slowly and ambiguously rubbing Dongfang Yuning's delicate chin, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze. His fingertips gently rubbed her delicate skin, bringing a kind of tickling feeling to her heartstrings.
"Young Master..."
His deep and mellow voice was deliberately kept very low, like an aged wine, with a hint of lazy hoarseness, and a slightly upturned ending that made people's hearts tremble.
"Today in the meeting room, you wore this men's clothing, befitting me as a brother. You looked so cool... It really aroused my desire..."
His hot breath sprayed on Dongfang Yuning's sensitive ears and neck, and his thin lips almost touched her skin.
"Now...it's late at night, and there's no one around..."
He lowered his head, and his warm lips brushed the tip of her upturned nose, finally stopping above her slightly parted, petal-like, alluring red lips. His voice was filled with deadly allure.
"Let me...love you well? Hmm?"
The last "hmm" was low and magnetic, with an irresistible strength and strong hint, like a feather gently scratching the most sensitive part of the heart.
boom--!
Dongfang Yuning felt a wave of heat rushing from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head! His cheeks were so hot that he could fry an egg! His heart was beating wildly in his chest, almost jumping out of his chest!
She looked at the face before her, which became increasingly handsome and aggressive in the dim light, and felt the intense throbbing brought by his fingertips and breath...
[118!!! Help!——!!!]
She screamed a groundhog in her head,
[A male vixen! A male vixen with thousands of years of experience is seducing me!!! That look! That voice! That action! Who could resist?!]
System! Quickly give me a bottle of Qingxin Guayu Pills! Fast-acting! Top-quality! Otherwise, your host will be devoured tonight without leaving even a bone behind! ! !]
System 118's electronic voice carried a kind of excitement that was eager to see the excitement:
[Ding! Host! High concentration of male hormone attack detected! Target: Nangong Ye (Codename: Walking Aphrodisiac, Human Wrench, Your Legally Obliged Husband)! Attack Method: Eye glare + bass bombardment + body teasing!
Overall lethality: SSS+! Defense suggestion: Lie flat and enjoy! Friendly reminder: The Pure Heart and Desire Pill is not available in this system. It is recommended that the host take the initiative and take the initiative! Make him weak tomorrow!!! (The system plays the "Itch" background music)]
Nangong Ye clearly "heard" the collapsed and embarrassed screams of his little princess, as well as the comments of that "male vixen".
A hint of dark smile and stronger possessiveness instantly flashed across his deep eyes.
[Male vixen?]
He chuckled in his heart and pinched her chin lightly with his fingertips as punishment.
[No, darling, you are the enchanting little demon who captivates me and makes me unable to stop...]
He lowered his head, not giving her any chance to "ask for help", and accurately grabbed those two tempting red lips.
“Hmm…”
All of Dongfang Yuning's protests and complaints were silenced by this powerful and deep kiss. This kiss was different from the gentle and lingering ones before, full of plunder and possession. His hot tongue conquered her, absorbing her sweetness with a domineering attitude that wanted to suck her soul away.
As they kissed, the pair of big hands that were originally just restraining her waist began to become dishonest.
The fingertips with thin calluses lingered and kneaded her slender and sensitive waistline, soft back, and even her sides that were so thin that they could be held in one hand, through the thin middle shirt, causing waves of tiny electric currents and uncontrollable tremors.
"Aye...Brother...don't..."
Broken sobs flowed out from between the intertwined lips and teeth, with a soft crying tone, more like an invitation that was half-heartedly accepted.
"What else?"
Nangong Ye stepped back slightly, breathing heavily, his lustful eyes locked tightly on her misty watery eyes and slightly swollen lips, his voice was unusually hoarse,
"Young Master, are you trying to provoke this king in broad daylight? Hmm?"
As he spoke, his big hand reached into her clothes, and his slightly cool fingertips touched her warm, soft and smooth skin, causing her to tremble even more violently.
[You bastard! You're so ungrateful! You were the one who seduced me first!]
Dongfang Yuning was filled with grief and indignation, but her body softened honestly under his teasing, like a pool of spring water melting in his hot embrace.
System 118:
[Host! Your body is honest! Prince brand 'Male Vixen' Charm Skill MAX! Your sanity is rapidly decreasing! (System displays sanity bar reset animation)]
Their clothes became increasingly tangled as they tangled, scattered across the floor. Under the dim light, their pale skin and dark nightgown created a striking visual impact. Small moans and suppressed gasps intertwined, sending the temperature soaring.
Nangong Ye's kisses were like dense raindrops, falling on her graceful collarbone, round shoulders, and even the slightly raised Adam's apple that was covered by the stand-up collar of her men's clothing, leaving behind ambiguous red marks that declared sovereignty.
Every suck and nibble caused her to tremble and whimper uncontrollably.
"Are we still brothers? Huh?"
He panted and whispered in her ear, his hot breath burning her ears red.
"No...I won't do it anymore...Brother Aye...I was wrong..."
She begged for mercy in a crying voice, her voice was so soft and charming that it seemed to drip water.
"What's wrong?" He kept on pestering her, and his big hands ignited clusters of flames on her body.
"I shouldn't... shouldn't have worn men's clothes... to tease you..." She was confused and made random admissions.
"What else?" He chuckled, but his actions became even more presumptuous.
"Well... shouldn't... call you brother..." She moaned, completely falling into the web of lust he had woven.
The night was still long. The dim light cast the two figures, entwined in a veil, rising and falling, swaying. Low sobs, gasps, tiny whimpers, and the man's suppressed groans intertwined into a blushing, heart-pounding nocturne.
The night wind is howling outside the tent, while inside the tent the spring scenery is boundless.
System 118 had already activated super mosaic mode and silent mode, leaving only a line of continuously scrolling comments:
[Beep! 'The Jade-Faced Scholar's Forced Love' extra-episode, Phantom of the Tent, is now showing! The Prince's 'Perpetual Motion Machine' continues to output! Host's HP -99999! (System plays "Lullaby" BGM, volume max!)]
The morning light was dim and the bugle had not yet been blown in the barracks, but the soldiers had already begun to move in an orderly manner, preparing to break camp.
The door curtain of the commander's tent was lifted by a large hand with distinct joints.
Nangong Ye was the first to step out. He was still dressed in the dark, formal attire of a prince, which defined his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His face was unparalleled in its handsomeness, though there was a subtle hint of…satisfaction between his brows. He was energetic and refreshed; last night's "intense exercise" had been nothing more than a warm-up for him.
However, when his figure completely walked out, revealing the person in his arms—
The entire camp was put on pause!
Prince Yong, Nangong Ye, was seen holding...the handsome young man steadily in an extremely standard princess-holding posture!
Dongfang Yuning was completely huddled in his large black cloak, revealing only his pale face (from tiredness), with obvious dark circles under his eyes (from lack of sleep), his eyes tightly closed, and his brows slightly furrowed (from back pain).
The iconic moon-white men's suit was gone, and what he was wearing seemed to be Nangong Ye's pajamas. Under the wide collar, a few extremely glaring, freshly baked ambiguous red marks could be vaguely seen on his fair neck!
She leaned limply in Nangong Ye's arms, not wanting to move even a finger. She looked weak, as if her energy had been completely drained and even her soul had been taken away.
This picture! The impact is too strong!!!
Time froze for three seconds.
The next moment, all the soldiers who saw this scene, whether they were adjusting the saddles, carrying supplies, or passing by on patrol... all seemed to be cast under a spell!
He was frozen in place, his eyes were as big as bells, and his mouth was open so wide that an egg could fit in it!
Dead silence!
Absolute dead silence!
Then, there were countless gazes that were so hot that they almost burned through the cloak, and countless barrages of comments that were madly scrolling across the screen and roaring silently in the heart!
Veteran A:
[Holy crap!!! The prince is so mighty!!! This…this battle is too intense! Look how awful this young master (princess) is! Can't even walk?!]
Recruit B:
[Oh my goodness! This, this, this... he must have been tossing and turning all night, right?! Look at those dark circles! Look at that neck... ahem! Your Majesty's stamina... he's worthy of being a man who can tear down a city with his bare hands! I admire you! I bow down to you!]
Logistics Soldier:
[Hiss! No wonder I seemed to hear something in the middle of the night last night... cough! Don't listen to anything indecent! But... the young lady (princess) wearing men's clothes and being held by the prince like this... this scene... is... too exciting! Even more exciting than the storybook!]
Deputy General C:
[Your Highness...you're too...unworthy of your kindness! Look how tired the princess (princess) is...but...well done! (Silently gives a thumbs-up)]
All the soldiers' inner OS:
"Last night was so intense!!! Oh my goodness! The young princess (Princess) was completely drained by the prince! Not a drop left, right?! Prince! You are truly a role model (beast) for our generation!!!"
Nangong Chengqian had just walked out of the tent, ready to go to the emperor's uncle for a meeting, when he saw this earth-shattering scene! He stumbled and almost fell flat on his face!
His handsome face instantly turned red, and he roared madly in his heart:
[Uncle!!! Little Aunt!!! Please be mindful of the impact!!! It's broad daylight!!! There are so many soldiers watching!!! Little Aunt, you... can't even hide it with men's clothes!!!]
He quickly looked away and pretended to look at the sky. The villain in his heart was so embarrassed that he dug out a Fuying Palace with his toes.
Dongfang Yuning, who was focused by countless "X-rays", actually woke up the moment the tent curtain was opened! To be more precise, he was "scalded" awake by the countless scorching gazes!
Her long eyelashes trembled, and she carefully opened them a little -
Instantly, I was met with a dense mass of gazes from all directions, filled with shock, inquiry, admiration (?), and all sorts of indescribable fantasies!!!
Boom——!!!
Dongfang Yuning felt all the blood in his body rush to his head! His cheeks, ears, and neck instantly turned as red as a boiled shrimp! It was ten thousand times redder than when he was teased last night!
[118!!! Social death! Massive social death scene!!! Help! Let me die! Now! Immediately!]
She screamed in her mind.
[It's over! I'm too embarrassed to face anyone! The soldiers must be imagining what happened last night... Ahhhh! Nangong Ye, you vixen! It's all your fault!!!]
System 118's electronic voice gloated:
[Ding! Host! The sequel to 'The Phantom of the Camp', The Dawn of Social Death, is now airing! The ratings are off the charts! All the soldiers in the camp are your loyal viewers! The barrage has flooded the screen! The system displays virtual
Simulated barrage wall: Your Majesty is awesome! Your Majesty has worked hard! The battle is intense! Details needed! Host, according to the law of 'If I'm not embarrassed, then others are embarrassed', please begin your performance! Hold on! Oli Ge!]
Dongfang Yuning just wanted to disappear right there at this moment! She closed her eyes tightly, buried her burning little face in Nangong Ye's solid and warm chest, and clutched his shirt tightly with both hands. Like a frightened ostrich, she wished she could shrink herself into his cloak and completely isolate herself from the world!
[You can't see me! You can't see me! You can't see me!]
She was thinking madly in her heart,
[As long as I'm not embarrassed! They're the ones who are embarrassed! Right! That's it! It's all their fault! Who told them to look and think so?! Brother Aye's chest feels so warm and safe... Wuuuuu... This is so embarrassing...]
Nangong Ye could clearly feel the stiffness, trembling, and embarrassment of his little wife in his arms. He lowered his head, looking at the little head buried tightly in his chest, even the hair expressing shame and indignation, and the corners of his cold lips curled up in an almost imperceptible arc of extreme pleasure and satisfaction.
He tightened his arms, holding her more securely in his embrace, shielding her from most inquiring gazes. He raised his head, his icy gaze sweeping across the petrified soldiers, their expressions uncontrolled. A powerful aura instantly swept across like a cold wave!
No words, just a look.
All the soldiers shuddered instantly! It was as if a basin of ice water had been poured over their heads! Those gossipy, inquiring, and admiring (beastly) gazes instantly disappeared!
Everyone was like a well-trained puppet, working in unison, without looking around, and continuing their work at the fastest speed!
The person who was moving the boxes almost dropped them, the person who was adjusting the saddle almost tripped himself, and the person on patrol almost bumped into the tent pole... The scene was a busy and orderly chaos!
Very good. Nangong Ye withdrew his gaze with satisfaction. He held his handsome young scholar in his arms, ignoring the awkward gaze of his nephew, the eerie atmosphere in the air, and strode briskly towards the thickly cushioned carriage that had been prepared for him.
"Be good, sleep a little longer."
His low voice sounded above Dongfang Yuning's head, with a soothing tone.
"Today, we need Ning'er to lead the attack on the city."
Dongfang Yuning, who was stuffed into the warm and comfortable carriage, was still curled up in the cushions like a cooked shrimp, staring at Nangong Ye with only a pair of shameful and angry eyes:
[Pressure?! Pressure you, you idiot! I just want to crush you, you vixen! It's all your fault! My Jade-faced Young Master's dignity has been shattered! How am I supposed to survive in the military from now on?!]
System 118:
[Host, majesty? Your character in the military camp has long been the 'Prince's exclusive pendant' and 'walking arsenal'! What is majesty? Can it be used as 'Kawaii'? (The system displays an emoji of the host being held by the Prince: weak, pitiful, but capable of blowing up a city)]
Nangong Ye looked at her shy little expression, feeling very happy. He leaned over, and under Dongfang Yuning's wide-eyed gaze, he naturally pressed a loud kiss on her smooth forehead. Then, he leaned close to her red ear and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, with a thick smile and a hint of unsatisfied lust:
"My dear, you were very delicious last night. Tonight, I will continue to pamper you."
After saying that, he bit her sensitive earlobe with malicious intent.
“!!!”
Dongfang Yuning instantly exploded! He grabbed a soft pillow and threw it at him!
"Nangong Ye! You vixen! You big bastard! You're going to sleep on the floor tonight!!!"
The crisp and angry roar echoed inside and outside the carriage.
The soldiers who had just returned to normal: "..."
His shoulders began to shake wildly again, and it was extremely difficult to hold back his laughter.
Outside the carriage, Nangong Ye easily caught the soft pillow and laughed out loud, his laughter filled with joy and satisfaction. He jumped on the horse, his black cloak rustling in the morning breeze, and waved his hand with high spirits:
"Order! All troops move out!"
"Target—Fuying Kyoto!"
The steel torrent of Yan Country set off again in an extremely joyful (?) yet extremely socially deadly (to someone) atmosphere.
And all the soldiers were passionately creating in their minds various versions of the story of how the Jade-faced Young Master was so loved by his own prince that he could not leave the earth...
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