Chapter 210 Demon Concubine
When the prisoner from Cologne saw the beautiful Princess Yan, he shouted,
"Demon Concubine, you will die a miserable death!!"
Dongfang Yuning's eyes were full of coldness. The Cologne captives' reckless curses were like ice water splashing into boiling oil, instantly igniting Nangong Ye's suppressed anger.
"Husband~ They say I'm a demon concubine!"
She tilted her head, smiled in a naive and evil way, and was telling some funny joke.
A flash of blood appeared in Nangong Ye's eyes, but it instantly turned into a gentleness that could drown people.
He picked up the little woman and held her tightly in his arms, his voice low and doting, as if he was coaxing a sullen child:
"Nonsense. My baby is a fairy from heaven, the most sacred Gesang flower on this grassland. They are blind and jealous of my baby's beauty and abilities."
His love words were both earthy and sweet, but every word came from the heart.
However, when he raised his head and glanced at the Cologne leader who was pinned down by the soldiers and still screaming and cursing, his eyes instantly changed from the warm sunshine of spring to the cold ice of the underworld!
That gaze was like a physical blade, scraping across the man's skin, making him feel as if he had fallen into an icy cave. The remaining curses were stuck in his throat and turned into terrified whimpers.
"He said that this prince's baby will not die a good death?"
Nangong Ye's voice was not loud, but it carried a kind of soul-shaking calmness.
"very good."
He lowered his head and nuzzled the cool cheek of the little woman in his arms. His tone was so gentle that water could drip out, but what he said was horrifying:
"How do you want to play, baby? Your husband will set up the stage for you."
Dongfang Yuning was tickled by him and started to giggle, but the laughter lacked its usual purity, and was filled with a bit of cold anger after being offended and a vicious nature of revenge:
"He said I wouldn't die a good death, so I'll let him see what a truly bad death means!"
She extended her delicate jade finger and pointed at the pale-faced leader. Her voice was soft and sticky, but every word was clear and carried throughout the room:
"Keep a close eye on him! Feed him ginseng soup and keep him alive! Don't let him die easily! Tomorrow, I will personally go to the holy land of the Cologne tribe!
Let him watch and call me a witch and curse me to die a miserable death. What will be the end of me? "
"Follow the princess's instructions!"
Nangong Ye did not hesitate, holding his little ancestor, turned around and walked towards the most magnificent and spacious marching tent.
He has more important things to do now - he must immediately, right away, use all possible means to appease this really angry baby.
Her happiness is more important than wiping out ten Cologne tribes.
The curtain of the king's tent fell, isolating himself from the outside world.
The tent was covered with thick Persian carpets, and the air was filled with the scent of pine wood, making it warm like spring.
Nangong Ye carefully placed Dongfang Yuning on the soft couch covered with snow-white fox fur, and then covered her with his tall body, enclosing her in his shadow.
"Ning'er~"
He called her name, and gently brushed away the hair scattered on her cheek with his fingertips. His eyes were filled with surging love and desire that was about to burst out.
"Don't be angry about those idiots. If you get angry, your husband will feel bad. Your husband will help you relieve your anger!"
His kisses fell densely, from her eyebrows, eyelids, to the tip of her upturned nose, and finally grabbed her two red lips that were slightly pouting because of anger.
At first it was gentle licking and sucking, with a soothing meaning, but soon it became urgent and deep, like a storm, attacking the city and seizing the land, leaving no room for rejection.
“Hmm…”
Dongfang Yuning was breathless from his kiss. The anger in her heart was completely shattered by his hot body temperature and strong kiss, and her body honestly softened.
But she still refused to admit defeat. Her little hands pushed his chest weakly, her voice intermittent:
"You...you vixen...go away...who on earth is trying to relieve himself?!"
Nangong Ye chuckled softly, his chest vibrating. He grabbed her restless little hand and pressed it against his hot chest, letting her feel the beating heartbeat.
"Of course it's my husband...serve the baby and make the baby happy."
His voice was extremely hoarse, and carried a fatal allure.
"Baby, just enjoy it..."
His kisses moved down her slender neck, leaving ambiguous red marks.
His big hands deftly untied her complicated belt, reached inside, and touched her skin, which was as smooth as fat and looked even more plump and attractive after giving birth.
"Um……"
Dongfang Yuning couldn't help but moan softly, and her body honestly moved closer to him.
All the anger, calculations, and coldness were burned away at this moment by the fire of desire ignited by Nangong Ye himself.
The temperature inside the tent rose rapidly, and the spring scenery was endless.
Nangong Ye was like an insatiable glutton. He caressed and possessed the body that drove him crazy over and over again, and used the ultimate joy to wash away the last trace of haze in her heart.
He wanted her to remember that whether it was happiness or anger, in the end, only he could give it and calm it down.
It was not until Dongfang Yuning's fingertips became numb and weak, her voice became slightly hoarse from crying, and she was so tired that she almost fell asleep that Nangong Ye was reluctantly satisfied. He hugged her sweaty body tightly in his arms and pulled the quilt to cover them both.
He looked at her peaceful sleeping face, with a blush in the corners of her eyes, as delicate and beautiful as a crabapple blossom hit by rain.
He lovingly kissed away the lingering tears on her eyelashes, his heart filled with softness and satisfaction.
His Ning'er should always be carefree and free. Anything or anyone that makes her unhappy should be completely crushed.
After confirming that the little woman in his arms had fallen soundly asleep, Nangong Ye carefully got up and tucked the corners of the quilt for her.
He put on his outer robe, and the gentleness and affection on his face disappeared instantly, and he returned to being the decisive and murderous Prince Yong.
He walked out of the tent, and the moonlight was like water, sprinkling on his cold face.
"Mo Ying."
A dark figure appeared silently and knelt on one knee:
"Your Majesty."
"The one inside the tent,"
Nangong Ye's voice was devoid of warmth, as if he were talking about a dead object.
"The princess will need it tomorrow. Just keep it alive until the sun rises tomorrow, before we reach the Holy Land of Cologne. As for the process... you can do whatever you want."
"yes."
Mo Ying's voice was equally cold and calm.
"I understand."
The so-called casualness often means a hellish experience.
This night was a real hell on earth for the outspoken Cologne leader.
He was dragged into a dark prison tent and suffered mental torture far more terrible than physical torture.
Nangong Ye's subordinates are experts in torture. They have countless ways to make people's lives worse than death, but they also control the damage precisely and will never let him get away easily.
He drank bowl after bowl of ginseng soup, forcibly sustaining his ever-disappearing vitality and allowing him to consciously endure the extreme pain every minute and every second.
His wails were blocked in his throat, becoming only desperate "ho ho" sounds. He longed for death countless times, but he was deprived of even the strength to bite his tongue to commit suicide.
He finally realized clearly that the woman he cursed was not just a beautiful "evil concubine", but also the absolute taboo of Prince Yong. Anyone who touched her would fall into hell.
The next morning, Dongfang Yuning woke up in Nangong Ye's arms, feeling refreshed. Yesterday's anger had long since disappeared, leaving only the excitement of being eager to try.
Nangong Ye personally helped her wash, dress, and feed her a delicious breakfast, taking care of her in every possible way.
The army set out and headed straight for the sacred mountain that the Kolon tribe had worshipped for generations—a valley that was not very tall but was said to contain the spirits of the ancestors.
The captives of the Cologne tribe were driven forward, all of them looked ashen, especially the chief who had been specially taken care of all night. He was dragged like a rag, with empty eyes and only occasional twitching of his body showing that he was still alive.
At the entrance of the Holy Valley, there stand several rough and ancient stone totems, which are symbols of the Cologne tribe's faith.
Dongfang Yuning's carriage slowly stopped.
With the support of Nangong Ye, she stepped down from the carriage with great grace.
Today she had specially donned a flaming red riding suit, embroidered with an intricate pattern of flying phoenixes in gold thread. It sparkled brightly in the morning sun, and was extremely beautiful and aggressive, as if she were truly a fiery demon concubine who had descended to the mortal world and controlled life and death.
She walked up to the dying chief, looked down at him, smiled brightly, and spoke in a clear voice:
"Look, this princess is alive and well. But you don't seem to be doing so well."
The man's body began to tremble violently, and a vague whimper came from his throat, expressing extreme fear.
Dongfang Yuning stopped looking at him and turned his gaze to the huge stone totems and the surrounding grasslands that were obviously carefully protected and regarded as forbidden areas.
She raised her hand.
The soldiers behind him immediately brought up several heavy wooden boxes.
When it was opened, there was no gold, silver or treasure inside, but high-quality grain and vegetable seeds, which had been newly developed by Fengming Jiuxiao Chamber of Commerce and had not yet been widely promoted, as well as several sturdy and easy-to-use new agricultural tools.
"The Holy Mountain of the Cologne Department?"
Dongfang Yuning looked around, his voice echoing through the silent valley. "The feng shui is good, and the land is fertile. It's such a waste to just grow grass and feed livestock."
She paused, and in the disbelief of all the Cologne captives, she gave a clear order:
"Someone, come and flatten this sacred mountain for me!"
"These totems are an eyesore. Smash them."
"This grassland is overturned!"
"Plant these seeds for me! Build Yanmao's first pilot farm on the grassland right here for me!
Let the people of Cologne see: if they follow this princess, they will have enough to eat and live a good life, or if they trust those useless stone lumps of yours, they will starve and freeze, and finally... die a miserable death!"
She spoke the last four words softly and slowly, but they hit the hearts of all the people of Cologne like a heavy hammer!
Destroy the totem!
Level the Holy Mountain!
Growing vegetables on ancestral land?!
This... this is simply digging up the roots!
It's even harder to accept than killing them!
It is a complete humiliation and destruction of faith!
"No--!"
Many prisoners roared in despair and struggled to rush forward, but were held down by the soldiers.
The chief, who was only breathing his last, watched the soldiers raise their hammers to smash the totem and heard the loud noise of the huge rocks breaking. His eyes suddenly bulged out, and he let out a last desperate hoarse sound from his throat. His head tilted and he died completely.
I was so angry that I died.
Dongfang Yuning glanced at it and curled his lips:
“It’s really breathtaking.”
She turned to look at the desperate and weeping people of Cologne. Her voice was still sweet, but with unquestionable majesty:
"Why are you crying? The old gods can't protect you. From now on, this princess and Prince Yong will be your new faith!"
"Learn to farm well and work hard. Yanmao will not treat hard-working people unfairly. If you still want to do something tricky..."
She didn't finish her words, but just smiled meaningfully, her eyes sweeping over the man's corpse and the smashed totem.
All the people of Cologne shuddered and completely surrendered to the thundering methods and sugar-coated bullets of this "witch concubine".
Nangong Ye always stood beside her, his eyes never leaving her, with infinite indulgence and pride in his eyes.
His Ning'er, when she gets angry, her temper is so unique and the effect is so remarkable.
Leveling mountains, farming... well, this is much more interesting and useful than simple killing.
From then on, the rules of the grassland were set by Yanmao.
And his demon concubine is the embodiment of this new rule.
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