Your Highness, what do you think of Princess Wuzhu?

A low voice rang in his ears, with a hint of doubt in it. Xue Shu's attitude changed too obviously, and Yin Chengyu frowned unhappily.

He didn't like Xue Shu's attitude of controlling and dominating everything, which always reminded him of the unpleasantness of his previous life.

In his previous life, whenever this person was unhappy and wanted to cause trouble for him, he would throw out a question in such an ambiguous way to bait him. No matter how he answered, he would end up being tormented by him in the end.

After several times, Yin Chengyu realized that what he wanted was not the answer, but just an opportunity to torment him and vent his twisted desires.

As if he were in another life, Yin Chengyu scolded him coldly, "How dare you!" "I have already answered this question before, don't be unreasonable."

However, Xue Shu refused to give in. He stared at him with a strange light in his eyes: "Wala and Tatar both want to marry into the Great Yan, will Your Highness also marry?"

He once asked Yin Chengyu such a question.

Yin Chengyu also gave him an answer.

But he was still not satisfied and wanted to hear him say it again, over and over again, so that he could appease the uncontrollable jealousy and violence in his heart.

Yin Chengyu's long eyebrows were furrowed even more tightly. He suspected that he had been too tolerant of Xue Shu recently, which led to him being so jealous and unreasonable.

He looked at Xue Shu and said solemnly, "There are seven grounds for divorce for women. Today I will set seven things not to do for you." He stood up and pressed his shoulders down, forcing him to kneel on one knee. Then he leaned over to look at him and said word by word, "The first rule is not to be jealous."

Xue Shu looked up at him, their eyes locked.

Neither of them looked away, they collided and clashed in the air, tearing at each other, neither giving in.

Xue Shu saw the unhappiness and determination in Yin Chengyu's eyes.

Things are different now.

Xue Shu tightened his jaw, remembering the way Yin Chengyu talked and laughed with him; he remembered the pity and heartache in Yin Chengyu's eyes when he kissed him.

Had they ever had such a warm and affectionate relationship in their previous life?

He spent all his efforts to come into this life, not to repeat the same mistakes.

Xue Shu's eyes softened a little as his rationality, which was suppressed by his emotions, came back. He still knelt on one knee, but reached out to grab Yin Chengyu's hand. Yin Chengyu slapped it away unhappily, but he kept grabbing it. When he finally caught it, he carefully wrapped it in his palm, lowered his head and kissed the back of the hand flatteringly, then raised his face and said in a hoarse voice: "Your Highness is so good, but there are always so many people with ulterior motives coveting you. I can't control myself."

Yin Chengyu's expression changed slightly, but he remained silent.

Xue Shu grabbed his sleeve again, and moved his hand up along his arm until it touched his waist. He then hugged him tightly, pressed his face against his abdomen, and expressed his dark thoughts in a weak manner: "When Princess Wuzhu said those words at the banquet, I really wanted to kill her with my own hands."

Yin Chengyu knew that what he said was true. Xue Shu was just that kind of person. He would do whatever it took to get what he wanted, and if anyone dared to compete with him, he would kill them.

In his eyes, there is no difference between men and women, and no distinction between strong and weak. Anyone who gets in his way is an enemy.

He once said that his mother was a very kind and gentle woman, but he was not like his mother at all and was not a good person at heart.

But for two lifetimes, Yin Chengyu liked his ruthlessness.

He had been mentally prepared since the beginning when he kept people by his side in this life. No matter how obedient a wolf is or how innocent he pretends to be, he is still a wolf after all.

Keeping an uncontrollable beast around always carries the risk of it biting you.

Yin Chengyu lowered his eyes to look at him, pulled away his hands that were tightly wrapped around her, pinched his jaw and said slowly: "Remember this well, I am not your property, what happened today will not be treated as an exception next time."

Xue Shu's eyes darkened for a moment, and he replied yes.

Then he said, "But Princess Wuzhu is not a good person. She is not coming for me, but for Dayan. I don't like people with such evil ambitions. If there is a chance in the hunting ground, you can deal with it yourself."

In the previous life, Princess Wuzhu relied on the power of the Tatars to cause trouble to him and forced him to promise her the position of empress.

This was not about love between a man and a woman, but a competition between Dayan and Tatar. Wuzhu's request was to humiliate him and to force him to give up his interests during the negotiations between the two countries.

At that time, the Great Yan was weak, and he did not want to start another war on the border, so he could only hold back his anger for a while. Even though he was humiliated, he still treated the Tatar delegation with courtesy and sent them back politely.

He was not afraid of fighting, but he was also unwilling to start a war out of momentary impulse and bring suffering to the people living in the border areas.

Afterwards, the Tatars did lead their troops to attack, but Yin Chengyu had anticipated that there would be internal strife among the Tatars, and that King Tolui Khan was unwilling to start a large-scale war. So he sent troops to defend in advance, and after the Tatars failed to attack once, they did not attack again.

Just because he was able to weigh the situation and endure the humiliation at that time doesn't mean he wasn't angry.

In the previous life, he was forced to do so. In this life, Great Yan was far from being as weak and dilapidated as in the previous life, and the Tatars had not even annexed the Oirat, so there was no need to worry about them. When faced with Princess Wuzhu and the Tatar delegation who had ulterior motives, he would naturally not tolerate them anymore.

They should be taught a lesson.

Xue Shu's gloomy face disappeared when he heard this: "I will handle it myself?"

"Just don't kill anyone, or the Tatars will get hold of you." Yin Chengyu glanced at him.

Xue Shu's eyes were immediately filled with fighting spirit, and he was eager to give it a try: "Then besides Princess Wuzhu, if there are others who covet Your Highness, can I also -"

"I've already said this," Yin Chengyu sealed his lips with his finger, not allowing him to continue speaking: "Don't be jealous."

Seeing that Xue Shu seemed dissatisfied, he sneered: "It seems you haven't remembered it yet."

Yin Chengyu turned around, picked up a pen and wrote something on the rice paper. After a moment, he came back and said to Xue Shu, "Come here and copy this "Man's Virtue" a hundred times and memorize it."

Women have their own "Female Virtues", so he imitated them and wrote an "Male Virtues" for Xue Shu, teaching him the rules and regulations so that he would not make the same mistakes again in the future.

Xue Shu stood up and looked at the wet handwriting, his brows wrinkled as if he had eaten a fly.

Yin Chengyu got to know him better and better, and had a very accurate grasp of his situation. He listed almost all the things he liked to do and criticized them severely.

He had a gloomy face and didn't feel like writing.

Yin Chengyu tapped the table with his fingers, as if to urge him.

Xue Shu had no choice but to walk to the desk, sit down on the armchair, and reluctantly picked up the pen.

Yin Chengyu, holding a ruler in his hand, stood behind him. Seeing that he was slow to start writing, he tapped the back of his hand with the cold ruler, “Why aren’t you moving?”

Veins popped up on Xue Shu's forehead. He took a deep breath, calmed down and began to copy.

Yin Chengyu supervised with great interest and gave instructions from time to time.

"The handwriting is too sloppy. You need to copy it slowly so that you can remember it better."

"This word is written crookedly, which shows that you are not sincere."

Every time he said a word, the ruler would hit Xue Shu lightly.

He did the same thing Xue Shu did before, resting his arms on the armrests of the chair, leaning over and whispering in his ear, "Just copy it well, why are your hands shaking?"

As he spoke, the cold ruler sank further into his clothes.

A drop of ink fell on the rice paper, dissolved instantly and stained the paper.

Yin Chengyu frowned even more: "You haven't finished copying after such a long time. It shows that your attitude is not right and your mind is not sincere. Tell me...how should I punish you?"

Xue Shu's breathing became heavier. He suddenly pressed down on that hand. Veins popped up on the back of his hand and his expression was filled with great forbearance.

This time, without Yin Chengyu's permission, he did not make any rash moves. He just looked at Yin Chengyu eagerly with his dark eyes like a wild beast.

It seems that copying is still of some use.

Yin Chengyu was satisfied. He pulled his hand out, letting the ruler slide into his clothes. He held his face and leaned over to kiss him.

His kiss was not intense, but rather elliptical, like a dragonfly hovering on the water, creating ripples before flapping its wings and flying away. Xue Shu was so tickled by the kiss that he felt an unspeakable itch in his heart. He just wanted to hold the man tightly in his arms and kiss him wantonly to relieve his longing.

Thinking so, I did so.

Xue Shu finally couldn't hold back anymore, he put his arms around Yin Chengyu's waist, pulled him into his arms, and kissed him eagerly and fiercely.

While kissing him wildly, she skillfully found his sensitive spots and aroused his desire.

He had played with the body in his arms countless times and was very familiar with it.

The familiar yet unfamiliar feeling was like a spark that was ignited. When Yin Chengyu was in a state of confusion, he was suddenly startled by a familiar action and his chaotic mind suddenly returned to normal.

"Xue Shu!" he called out suddenly.

Xue Shu paused and looked at him, with confusion and patience in his eyes.

Yin Chengyu looked at him with scrutiny, and finally said nothing. He hooked his hand around the back of his neck, pressed his lips against his, and said vaguely, "Continue."

Xue Shu continued to kiss him, this time much more gently, but also with a certain eagerness that was out of control.

The momentary sense of familiarity just now seemed to be just an illusion.

On the third day, the hunt began.

There was a stand built next to the hunting ground, and the officials who managed the palace had already cleaned up the stand.

It was cold in winter, and the three sides of the stand were surrounded by thick cloth to block the wind and snow. There were several bronze animal head heaters at the four corners, and there were also small heaters. Although it was snowing outside, it was warm like spring inside the tent, without any cold wind.

Emperor Longfeng sat in the main seat, and Consort Wen sat beside him. The rest of the officials and their families took their seats one by one, looking out at what was happening outside.

Yin Chengyu was sitting on a horse wearing armor. The wind and snow blurred his face, leaving only his tall and straight figure visible to everyone.

"Enter!"

He nodded to several generals leading the troops and shouted loudly.

Today is the first day of the hunting, and everyone is preparing, but it won't be over so soon. We need to arrange several teams of soldiers to surround the enclosure and drive the beasts in the enclosure to the designated area to facilitate the subsequent hunting.

Driving the beasts in the paddock to a designated area sounds easy, but it actually tests the general's ability to deploy troops and maneuver them.

Therefore, every winter hunting of red rhinoceros is a test for the generals and soldiers participating in it.

The hunting ground is like a battlefield. The better the soldiers cooperate, the more they can demonstrate the army's combat effectiveness and the more they can shock the northern tribes.

Yin Chengyu sat on his horse, ignoring the many gazes from behind him. He looked at the soldiers going away through the wind and snow, his eyes full of determination.

In this battle, he must let the Tatars and the Oirat know that even if they are in a desperate situation, they are not to be bullied by a defeated dog!

On the stands.

Ahlu looked at Yin Chengyu with scrutiny, and found this Prince of Dayan more and more difficult to deal with.

The prince is much more ambitious than the emperor. If he succeeds to the throne in the future, I'm afraid life will be difficult for both the Tatars and the Oirat.

Originally, he had some doubts about the cooperation of the Third Prince, but now seeing the powerful Yan army under the command of Yin Chengyu, he made a decision in his heart - to kill the dragon before it grows.

He glanced sideways at Yin Chengjing who was not far away. The third prince was much easier to fool than the crown prince.

Ahharu turned around and said to Princess Wuzhu in Tatar: "Princess, remember to bring the warriors with you on this trip."

Princess Wuzhu was a little surprised when she heard this: "Didn't the Grand Tutor say that the war this spring was very costly and that it was not appropriate to go to war, and that we should form an alliance with Dayan instead?"

Those warriors who prepared in advance are all excellent hunters.

Can hunt beasts, and can kill people.

Ahharu looked gloomy and said, "Dayan has more than one prince. I think the third prince is a good choice."

Princess Wuzhu frowned and glanced at Yin Chengjing. Although he was handsome, he was still far inferior to the crown prince.

She felt a little disgusted in her heart, but she knew that in the face of such a major event, her likes and dislikes were insignificant.

Tatar women have always had a low status, and even her mother had to act according to others' wishes. Although she was the Khan's favorite daughter, it was because she could relieve the Khan's worries. The northern tribes had always been at odds and often had disputes. With her good looks, she had eliminated countless enemies for the Khan.

Now, there is just one more person.

She touched the whip at her waist. Today she did not bring the decorative whip. What she had on her waist was a nine-section steel whip. The whip was only as thick as a thumb and covered with sharp barbs. She grasped the cold whip handle with her hand, and her eyes became cold: "Don't worry, Grand Master. Wuzhu will definitely complete the task."

While Ahalu and Wuzhu were talking in low voices, the competition arena outside the enclosure had already opened.

This is the custom of winter hunting for red rhinoceros. Chasing wild beasts takes time, and during the waiting period, young men from various families come out to fight.

One was to have fun, and the other was to show up in front of the emperor and leave an impression.

But later, with the participation of the Oirat and Tatar, the competition gradually changed its nature. Like hunting, victory or defeat represented the face of a country. Therefore, the candidates who participated in the competition every year were carefully selected elites.

The arena is a defensive system.

Anyone who is willing to step down can accept the challenge on the arena, and the person who remains on the arena at the end is the winner.

The first to go was the Tatar warrior Ye Qun. Ye Qun lived up to his name, tall and strong, like a bull, and wielding a pair of huge axes.

He swung around the arena with his axe in hand, and slammed it heavily on the arena, making a loud noise: "Who's coming down to fight me?!"

Although he asked this, his rather provocative gaze was always cast on Dayan's team.

The enemy's attitude was too arrogant, and even some soldiers of Dayan could not stand the provocation and retreated.

"I'll compete with you!"

The next one to go was a lieutenant general, also of sturdy build, but still rather thinner in comparison, and wielding a red halberd.

After a gong sounded, the two men started fighting.

He was also quite strong, and was not inferior to the Lieutenant General.

The red spear and the steel axe collided, sparks flew, and clanging sounds continued.

Yin Chengyu sat on horseback, watching the competition through the wind and snow.

The lieutenant general's kung fu was good, but it was still inferior to the other party's. After the two fought for only a moment, the lieutenant general gradually fell into a disadvantage.

He didn't care about the outcome of this battle, but was thinking that the generals of Dayan were not as good as those of the grassland tribes. A general like the Lieutenant General could be considered a good general in the Dayan army, but when he faced off against Ye Man, he could only hold on for a moment.

But in recent days, he has observed the Oirat and Tatar, and it seems that there are quite a few such warriors.

Just as Yin Chengyu lowered his eyes to think, he heard a burst of exclamations from the stands.

He looked up and saw blood splattered all over the arena. The lieutenant general had a broken arm and fell to the ground, his life or death unknown.

Yeman was holding a steel axe, not panicking at all. He looked up in the direction of the Dayan team and explained insincerely: "The sword and the gun have no eyes, I couldn't stop for a while."

Although he didn't stop, the expression on his face was full of malice, and he even smiled.

It’s as if to say, I did it on purpose, what can you do to me?

The author has something to say:

Your Highness: If you don’t listen, recite and write down “Male Virtues” 100 times.

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