Chapter 123 Grassland Celebration
The huge bonfire was burning brightly, the jumping flames licking the night sky, illuminating every smiling face around it, which was filled with joy and fatigue, with a bright red glow.
The roasted lamb, which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside and fragrant, was sliced into thin slices, placed on a rough wooden plate, and passed to each soldier.
The coarse earthenware bowls were filled with amber wine, and the sounds of clinking, drinking, finger-guessing games, and laughter intertwined into the most moving victory melody.
The undisputed and shining focus of this feast was undoubtedly Dongfang Yuning, who had changed out of her neat men's clothes and donned a red dress as dazzling as the blazing sun.
This red dress is definitely an extraordinary piece. It features a bold and innovative design, with a waist-hugging silhouette that perfectly accentuates her curvaceous figure, like the Creator's most perfect masterpiece.
The wide cuffs and the long skirt are embroidered with a lifelike phoenix totem with wings spread out, ready to fly, using dazzling gold thread and the most exquisite Suzhou embroidery technique!
The light of the bonfire jumped on it, the gold thread and the red silk complemented each other, shining brightly, as if the whole flame was worn on the body!
Her long, jet-black hair was carefully tied into a graceful and elegant bun, and a red gold hairpin inlaid with pigeon-blood rubies was pinned on her head. It swayed gently with her subtle movements, reflecting a charming light.
As she looked around, her bright eyes, skin whiter than snow, and red lips were radiant. Against the backdrop of the fire, she was breathtakingly beautiful, captivating and captivating! It was like the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady descending to earth, or like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, instantly stealing all the colors from the world!
All eyes, regardless of gender, age or status, were attracted by a magnet and focused on her involuntarily and infatuatedly.
Exclamations, gasps, and the sound of falling dishes rang out one after another.
[Oh my god! Princess...you must have worked so hard coming to the mortal world!]
[Mom! I saw a fairy! A living one! The kind that glows!]
[This red dress…this phoenix…did the princess set herself on fire? Gorgeous!]
[Your Majesty! Did you save the Milky Way in your past life?! (Tears of envy and jealousy stream down the corners of his mouth)]
[Look at the prince! That look! He's almost swallowing the princess!]
[Princess, just look at me! My death is worth it! (She is covered by her mouth and dragged away by her compatriots)]
The barrage of comments in the hearts of the Yan State soldiers once again flooded the screen, and the amount of information exploded.
Nangong Ye naturally took in the countless gazes filled with amazement, admiration, and even obsession coming from all directions.
An incomparable sense of pride arose spontaneously—Look! This was his Nangong Ye’s wife! Unparalleled in the world! Peerless beauty!
But at the same time, a sour and possessive feeling so strong that it almost turned into substance, enough to make century-old vinegar, erupted in his chest like a volcano!
His Ning'er, this stunning beauty, this brilliant radiance, can only belong to him! Anyone else, even a glance at her would be blasphemy!
Just when everyone was intoxicated by the princess's stunning beauty and almost forgot to breathe, Nangong Ye stood up.
His tall figure cast a long shadow under the bonfire, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression. Under the gazes of everyone, who were astonished, puzzled, and then suddenly enlightened, he strode to the bonfire. Under Dongfang Yuning's slightly annoyed gaze, he bent down, reached out, and with smooth and powerful movements, lifted her up sideways from the soft leather cushion!
"ah!"
Dongfang Yuning let out a low cry and subconsciously hugged his neck.
However, this is not the end!
Nangong Ye's arm muscles bulged, holding her steadily, and then he suddenly raised his right arm upward - allowing Dongfang Yuning to sit steadily and sideways on his strong and powerful right arm!
It’s like sitting on the most stable and gorgeous human throne!
This posture instantly made her stand taller than everyone else. The dazzling fiery red skirt was like a red lotus in full bloom, hanging down on his black robe. The collision of red and black was a combination of ultimate charm and power!
It also allowed her breathtakingly beautiful face, illuminated perfectly by the bonfire, to be displayed even more clearly and dazzlingly before the entire army! 360 degrees without a single blind spot!
"Brother Aye! What are you doing? Put me down now! There are so many people watching us!"
Dongfang Yuning was both shy and anxious. She pounded his shoulders with her little hands, and her face flushed red, making her look even more charming.
"So what if I just watch?"
Nangong Ye's voice was deep and domineering, carrying an air of dominance and a deep-seated possessiveness. It reached every soldier's ears clearly, word for word, like a king's declaration:
"I want everyone to see clearly! See clearly who it is that uses her unparalleled wisdom to plan and win battles thousands of miles away! See clearly who it is that uses her astonishing courage to personally participate in the battlefield and use her cute little self to plow through the Northern Di! See clearly who it is that leads our Yan Kingdom's cavalry to expand our territory and create this unprecedented glory!"
He looked around the room, his eyes as sharp as torches, with supreme majesty:
"She! Dongfang Yuning! She is my princess! She is also the lucky star of our Yan Nation! She is the undisputed and unique greatest contributor to this glorious victory!"
"Soldiers! Raise your wine bowls!"
"A toast to our unrivalled hero - Princess Lucky Star!"
After a brief moment of dead silence, which was double-shocked by the beauty and the prince’s domineering aura, there was a fanatical response like a tsunami that almost overturned the night sky of the grassland!
"To the princess——!!!"
"Long live the princess!!!"
"The prince is mighty! The princess is unparalleled in power!!!"
The sound waves were like thunder in the sky, one wave higher than the other, shaking the bonfire wildly and sending sparks straight into the sky!
All the respect, gratitude, enthusiasm and loyalty were unreservedly dedicated to the fiery red figure sitting high in Prince Yong's iron arms, which amazed time and shook the world!
Dongfang Yuning was surrounded by the deafening cheers and the hot strength and sense of security from the strong arms of the man under her. Her initial shyness was overwhelmed by a huge sense of accomplishment and the sweetness of being cherished.
She looked at the excited, sincere, and admiring faces below, her heart pounding with passion and her eyes slightly warm.
[118! 118! Look! Am I handsome?! Am I beautiful?! What a grand display! (Excited to the point of breaking voice)]
System 118:
[Ding! Host! Your background music right now must be "I am the Queen, Confidently Shine!" So cool!
Beautiful beyond belief! Prince Yong's double act of "human-shaped diamond-encrusted princess display stand" + "reincarnation of a jealous man, a wife-showing maniac" instantly made him a legend!
This system has enabled the 'Beauty' filter for you!
(The system plays "Sister is the Queen" and features a slow-motion shot of Nangong Ye holding Dongfang Yuning and spinning 360 degrees, with starlight and phoenix effects.) But host... your husband's jealousy is so intense that it could fill the Pacific Ocean, right?]
Dongfang Yuning:
[Hahaha! That's right! Don't you even look at whose husband he is?! But... those biceps of his... I feel pretty safe sitting on them... (The focus gradually shifts from the appearance to the feel)]
At this moment, the officer in charge of prisoner management came running over with a strange look on his face, bowed, and said with a hint of suppressed laughter:
"Your Highness, Princess, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince... well... over at the prisoner camp, those nobles assigned to the 'Life Experience Service Agency,' especially the princesses and ladies of Fuying and Beidi, have been crying and making a scene. Many of them are banging their heads against the pillars (even though they're made of wood), saying... they'd rather die than suffer humiliation in such a filthy place... What do you think?"
Nangong Ye frowned, his brows furrowed with murderous intent. Nangong Chengqian's face also darkened. On a happy day, how dare you spoil the fun?
Dongfang Yuning's eyes rolled around, and her little devil's tail curled up playfully again. She put her arms around Nangong Ye's neck, leaned close to his ear, and whispered a few words in a voice that only the two of them could hear, with a sly fox-like smile.
A hint of surprise first flashed across Nangong Ye's eyes, then turned into an intense smile and indulgence. He nodded and looked towards the prisoner camp with a look of amusement as if he was watching a good show.
Dongfang Yuning cleared his throat and spoke to the officer in a clear and pleasant voice, like a devil's invitation:
"Crying? Banging your head against the pillar? Don't want to experience life in a service organization?"
Her red lips curled up into a smile that captivated everyone and was extremely kind.
"Alright! This princess has always been kind (?), so I'll give you another choice!"
The prisoner camp fell silent in an instant, and everyone pricked up their ears with a hint of unrealistic and faint hope.
"Tonight is the celebration banquet for our Yan Nation army! Let's celebrate together! This princess sees that you are idle anyway, why don't you..."
She pointed her small hand at the open space beside the bonfire, and her voice was filled with cheerful malice.
"Come and cheer up the hard-working soldiers? Show some talent? It will atone for your sins!"
She turned her gaze to the ashen-faced Fuying noble:
"You! Don't Fuying claim to be a country of etiquette and a country with a long history of culture? This princess heard that your sumo has a very national characteristic?
Come on! Men, put on your most traditional, basic loincloths! Women... wear your most gorgeous, formal twelve-piece robes!
Right here by the bonfire, put on a friendly Fuying wrestling match for this princess's soldiers! Be dedicated! Be passionate! Wrestle with style! Wrestle with class!
The Fuying captives were all petrified: Loincloth?! Twelve-piece dress?! Wrestling?! Kill me!!!
"And you! From Beidi!"
Dongfang Yuning's eyes swept across the desperate Beidi nobles.
"Isn't he known as the eagle on horseback, capable of singing and dancing with unbridled passion? Come on! Men, perform your most majestic and wild war dance!
Ladies, perform your most graceful and balance-tested bowl-balancing dance! Remember, your expressions must be on point, and your movements must be accurate!
If you dance well and make the soldiers happy, I, the princess, will be happy and might even give you an easier position! If you dance badly and just do it perfunctorily..."
She deliberately dragged out the tone, and her small hand casually touched the seemingly ordinary ring on her right index finger.
[Ding! Host! You're planning to hold a 'Hell-Level Social Death Night Cultural Performance'! Fuying Loincloth Sumo Wrestling vs. Beidi War Dance Bowl Balancing?
And they're forcing people to wear a dress code? It's murderous! Shrimp and pig heart! (The system shows Fuying nobles struggling awkwardly in their loincloths, and noble ladies falling into a heap in their twelve-piece dresses;
A Northern Di man's war dance looks like an electric shock, and a noble woman's balancing bowl looks like torture (with the background music "Tentative")
System 118 laughed so hard that the code was shaking.
The Northern Di captives felt a sudden rush of anxiety, and collectively felt like fainting. A war dance? Balancing bowls? Performing at a bonfire celebration of the annihilation of a nation's enemies? This was even more terrifying than a service agency!
"Choose!"
Dongfang Yuning's voice was like arsenic with sweet icing.
"Would you rather go to a service agency and experience life in depth, or would you rather sing and dance here, using your talents to please my soldiers in exchange for a glimmer of hope for leniency?"
The prisoner camp fell into deathly silence, with only suppressed sobs and heavy breathing as the only sounds.
In the end, encouraged by the friendly cold light of the Yan soldiers' steel swords half an inch out of their sheaths, some people (mainly those who were afraid of death) chose to perform a humiliating show.
Thus, as the soldiers of the Yan State went from being stunned to bursting into earth-shaking laughter and booing, an unprecedented, absurd bonfire art performance that was destined to be recorded in the annals of (Yan State unofficial history) began!
The open space beside the bonfire instantly turned into a large-scale social death scene:
On one side were several Fuying noble men, their faces ashen as death, wearing narrow white loincloths, revealing their white fat or skinny ribs due to lack of exercise. Under the scolding of the soldiers, they wrestled with each other clumsily like drunk blind bears (sumo? It was more like a rolling gourd fight).
Next to them were several noble ladies wearing gorgeous, heavy, and intricately layered twelve-piece robes. When they were asked to "cheer", they stepped on the long hem of their robes, screamed, and fell into a heap, with their pearl hairpins scattered and their hair disheveled. They looked in a mess, which caused even greater laughter.
On the other side were the men of Beidi, who gritted their teeth and danced a war dance that should have been majestic and heroic, as if they were going to the execution ground. Their movements were stiff and deformed, their eyes were empty and desperate, and they looked like a group of puppets with their souls taken away, performing a ritual.
As for the noble ladies of Beidi, they were holding ceramic bowls filled with water on their heads. Dongfang Yuning specifically requested to "increase the difficulty" and danced the bowl-balancing dance which should have been soft and graceful. However, their faces were covered with tears, their bodies were stiff, and the bowls were teetering on the top of their heads. Every step was like walking on the edge of a knife. Where was the beauty in it?
The Yan soldiers laughed so hard that they fell over, clapped their legs and stamped their feet, tears streaming down their cheeks:
[Hahaha! Fuying wrestling? Is this a dung beetle rolling contest? That fat guy! His loincloth is about to fall off! Cover it up quickly! (Laughing)]
[Look at that noble lady Fu Ying! Her hair is all messed up! Hahaha! Is Twelve Single Clothes here to make fun of you?]
[Beidi War Dance? You're dancing like a toad getting electrocuted! Bro, your limbs are so uncoordinated! (Slaps thighs furiously)]
[Bowl dance? The bowl is shaking! The water is spilling! Girl, you are crying! Your Highness is so amazing! It's so heartbreaking!]
[Singing and dancing? This is like singing and dancing your way to social death hell! (Laughing until I hiccup)]
[It was worth it! This life was worth it! Seeing this scene, I can brag about it for ten years when I get home! (wipes tears)]
System 118:
[Host! KPI exploded! 'Mind Pollution MAX' + 'Social Death Feast SSS' effects are incredible! The prisoner's SAN value has been permanently reset to zero and has become negative!]
The soldiers' happiness index is sky-high! This system has enabled ultra-high-definition multi-angle recording and broadcasting (in-brain storage), and the highlights are played in a loop! (The system displays the funniest moments in multiple windows)
Dongfang Yuning sat high on Nangong Ye's strong arms, as if sitting on the most honorable throne, admiring this absurd yet extremely stress-relieving scene, laughing so hard that her body shook, and her fiery red skirt swayed gently with her laughter. Against the backdrop of the bonfire, she was breathtakingly beautiful, and carried the cunning and joy of a little devil after succeeding.
Nangong Ye held her steadily, as if holding the treasure of the whole world. He looked down at her smile that was as bright as the morning sun, and the coldness in his eyes had long been replaced by a smile of doting and satisfaction.
He leaned close to her sensitive ear, his hot breath spraying on it, his voice low and hoarse, with a hint of dangerous temptation and thick lust:
"Ning'er...have you had enough of the show? It's late, time to return to the tent..."
He tightened his arms around her, making her soft body fit tightly against his own.
"...It's time to reward your husband, a great hero... I, the king, am very hungry..."
The word "hungry" was deliberately emphasized, with a hint of burning heat, which instantly brought Dongfang Yuning back to her senses from the joy of watching the show. Her little face turned red in an instant, and she glared at him coquettishly, but the deep fire surging in his eyes made her heart tremble and her whole body go limp.
Nangong Ye chuckled softly and said no more. Holding his stunningly beautiful, world-class little princess, he ignored the soldiers' good-natured laughter and whistles behind him, as well as the ridiculous captives who were still singing and dancing around the bonfire, and strode towards the warmest, most private, and already prepared "reward" royal tent.
The bonfire on the grassland is still burning, the aroma of barbecue and the fragrance of fine wine are everywhere, and laughter and absurd performances are intertwined to celebrate the glorious victory of the Yan Kingdom's cavalry in defeating the Northern Di.
The more passionate and lingering celebration chapter belonging to Prince Yong and Princess Fuxing has just begun.
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