Chapter 27: Envoys’ Audience “Okay. Your Majesty is feeling unwell in the back…”
"Alright. If your Majesty feels unwell, please send someone to report it. I don't want to see your head covered in blood again, Your Majesty."
"Okay, sure."
*
Song Heng arrived early, and the money that was supposed to be allocated for the palace and the construction of the imperial mausoleum was shelved. He also used his reputation for brutality to raid the homes of many corrupt officials.
At present, the national treasury is still relatively full, leaving a little necessities, which will be enough to make up for the recent military needs.
After He Yuanming finished his work in the capital, he immediately led his troops to support the fight against the enemy.
By chance, we encountered the enemy army, and they were able to gain some insight into the strengths and weaknesses of our forces.
They discovered it was an empty shell, but on the surface it appeared to be well-staffed. They were planning a night raid to wipe out our forces.
We caught up with them, pursued them, and surrounded and attacked them. The enemy suffered heavy losses in this night attack.
Look, when the good news came.
News of the enemy's request for peace soon came back.
Lu Zhifeng has been extremely busy these days, precisely because of this matter.
The two nations had been at war for years over various issues, and large-scale wars like this one had only occurred in recent years, as had the old emperor himself. The old emperor's valor and skill in battle had kept the other nations at bay for years.
We finally waited for the new emperor to take the throne and found out that he was no tough nut to crack, but we didn't expect that we had underestimated him.
"Your Majesty, do you think we should agree to the peace proposal this time?"
The news of the war god's victory and the envoy's impending arrival spread everywhere like dandelions.
"Where are the thieves coming from?"
"The west."
Song Heng thought thoughtfully, "Maybe we can give it a try? Logically speaking, our armaments should be in short supply."
Lu Zhifeng also thought so. "That's right. With all the recent natural and man-made disasters, we can't afford another large-scale war."
"We can't compromise on the conditions," Song Heng added, "otherwise they'll easily push their limits."
"This is necessary. Their living conditions are too poor. Without enough food to eat, we won't be able to deter them enough. I'm afraid they'll easily come back."
Song Heng recalled the geography that he hadn't touched for many years, and carefully recalled the specific ecological conditions of the enemy's territory.
In the west, the old emperor expanded his territory crazily when he was young, so our territory should be very vast. In addition, as Lu Zhifeng said, their living conditions are difficult.
That should be in the Shuzhou Basin. If you go further west, there are continuous highlands and deserts.
Those conditions are quite bad.
"Perhaps we can open up trade between the two sides for mutual benefit. After all, although there are fewer natural resources over there, there are a lot of jewelry and jade!"
"Your Majesty is absolutely right." Lu Zhifeng has a gentle temperament and prefers a peaceful solution.
"When will the envoy arrive?"
"Two days later."
*
Two days later, the welcoming banquet was also a welcoming banquet.
Because of the victory, the palace was decorated with lights and red hangings everywhere.
The day the envoy arrived was also the first time Song Heng appeared in front of everyone.
During the day there are court meetings to discuss important matters, and in the evening there are banquets to welcome guests.
Song Heng is with us for the entire day.
It is obvious that Song Heng's condition has improved greatly, otherwise someone would not be at ease and let him work so hard.
The moon is full and the singing and dancing begin.
Song Heng, dressed in a black robe with nine dragon patterns, sat quietly on the throne on the ninth step of the Golden Palace, watching the banquet below with an expressionless face. From time to time, he would pull Lu Zhifeng's hand across the jade table in front of him.
Lu Zhifeng was of course not idle either. Ever since Song Heng took the pills, he had lost his appetite and often only ate a mouthful or two. Now he was helping Song Heng serve the food so that he could eat more.
There was singing and dancing in the middle of the hall, and officials were seated on both sides of the hall according to their ranks, all with smiles on their faces.
After all, a win-win situation is something everyone wants to see.
"I am not a talented girl, but I will present a sword dance to Your Majesty." A beautiful woman with a deep and exotic appearance walked to the center of the hall and bowed to express her request.
"Okay." Not wanting to lose face, Song Heng readily agreed.
The gentle and carefree music suddenly changed and became majestic and solemn.
The graceful woman in the hall wore a midriff-baring top with golden embroidery and a floor-length skirt. Her face was hidden by a pearl curtain, but her eyes and figure alone revealed her allure.
The dance is graceful and the sword light is agile.
The beauty of the dance deeply attracted everyone.
The dance is over.
"Your Majesty, our country presents a dance as a token of friendship."
Looking at the woman who was neither humble nor arrogant, and her burning gaze directed at him.
Song Heng understood, and she hoped to express her sincerity as well.
"Your Majesty, I'll go." Lu Zhifeng certainly understood that this was clearly a provocation.
Another group of people has been cleared out, and now Your Highness has no one to fight against.
"Thank you for your hard work, my dear."
"I will also perform a sword dance." Lu Zhifeng walked slowly to the center of the hall with a sword in hand.
He clasped his fists and bowed to everyone around him.
With this majestic music just now, the sword dance began.
The young man in white, originally a gentle and refined demeanor, withered within him as he took his stance, his aura subsiding, giving way to a murderous aura. Instantly, he brought everyone in the hall to the battlefield. Lu Zhifeng's longsword swung freely, a web of shadows weaving together, his posture nimble and agile, like a swimming dragon. He danced with the sword, the sword energy seeming to materialize, his movements graceful and ghostly, as if he could kill without even being seen.
The feeling of suffocation finally subsided as the song ended.
It is a return gift and also a warning.
In the second half of the banquet, no one made any more trouble.
"It's getting late, Your Majesty, how about going back and resting first?" Song Heng's movements were subtle, but he didn't expect that they were still caught by Lu Zhifeng.
Thinking that there was nothing to worry about, Song Heng readily agreed.
*
Today was a busy day. After washing up, Song Heng could no longer hold on.
Fell asleep immediately.
"Um?"
Song Heng felt the palm of his hand on his cheek slowly getting hot, and the heat spread to his face, which also increased in temperature.
What followed was a furnace of fire that was almost as big as his body, constantly burning around him.
It’s hot, so hot.
When Song Heng opened his eyes, he saw Lu Zhifeng, who was red all over and kept pushing towards him.
He was so anxious that he felt as if he were the ice cube that was cooling him down.
This is indeed the case.
At the end of the banquet, when the final matters were being dealt with, an accident happened unexpectedly.
Seeing the unusual blush, Song Heng guessed that something had happened to Lu Zhifeng.
"It's so hot, Your Majesty, I'm so hot." Every word Lu Zhifeng uttered without difficulty was filled with intense heat.
Mixed with the fragrance of liquor.
It seemed that just touching Song Heng's face was no longer enough to suppress the heat in her heart.
Lu Zhifeng began to pull off his clothes, but after a long time he couldn't pull them off. Still feeling uncomfortable, he stretched out his claws towards Song Heng.
Good guy, he’s not hesitant about taking off other people’s clothes.
Song Heng saw that someone was about to take off the last of his pants.
He quickly stopped her, "My dear, do you know what you are doing?"
"Your Majesty, I am distressed."
"Where does it hurt?"
Lu Zhifeng held Song Heng's hand, guided it along his neck, and down...
“Stop.”
Lu Zhifeng was in a daze, but he stopped obediently.
"My dear, have you been drinking? Are you drunk?" Song Heng asked knowingly.
"Yeah." Lu Zhifeng nodded.
"But you were a good drinker before!" Song Heng's tone became heavier. "Or did you lie to me?"
"No... no. I'm not drunk, it's just..." It was difficult to say.
"Chinese medicine?"
Heat surged up and rationality disappeared, "Your Majesty, I feel uncomfortable, please help me."
After saying that, she hugged Song Heng tightly, resting her head on Song Heng's neck and rubbing it.
Song Heng had just recovered and was at the age of full vigor and vitality. This touch immediately ignited his anger.
I really want to get things done directly.
There was still a process to go through, and Song Heng pulled the person who was clinging to him away with force.
The dog's eyes are full of grievances.
"My dear, do you know what you are doing?"
"It feels uncomfortable." As he said this, he wanted to get closer to Song Heng.
Song Heng has regained his strength now, and even Lu Zhifeng, who is awake, may not be able to escape, let alone him who is drunk.
It can't be shaken at all.
Lu Zhifeng felt even more uncomfortable when he found that he could not get close to Song Heng. In his anxiety, he revealed all his thoughts.
"Your Majesty, it's uncomfortable! It's so uncomfortable! Why can they do it, but we can't?"
"What is it that you can or cannot do?"
He hesitated, "If they can do it, why can't I?"
"I understand," Lu Zhifeng said to himself, his voice gradually lowering. "Your Majesty, if you don't like me, we can't do this."
"But I am pleased, Your Majesty."
This is not without consent. Song Heng raised his hand and clasped the back of Lu Zhifeng's head. As if he had learned it naturally, Lu Zhifeng's hot lips pressed directly against Song Heng. The passionate kiss came like a storm, and Song Heng, also a novice, almost had no power to resist. However, due to his dignity, Song Heng used his other hand to hold Lu Zhifeng's waist tightly, deepened the kiss, and took back control.
The faint aroma of medicine mixed with the aroma of wine gradually filled the air around them. Their breathing became hot and they lost themselves in the air.
…
"Wait..." Lu Zhifeng spoke reluctantly while panting.
Song Heng ignored him and said, "My dear, please continue. It was you who started it."
After saying that, he leaned over again and applied the cream to his slightly swollen lips.
…
The curtains on the bed swayed in the silent night. The panting sounds, sometimes heavy and sometimes light, could not be suppressed and leaked out bit by bit, and it took a long time to subside.
"His Majesty……"
"Eryou, call me Yuyan."
"Yu Yan..."
Lu Zhifeng felt like the effects of the drug had worn off. As Song Heng approached, the strength he had regained surged back.
Later, perhaps because the drug was too strong, he became confused.
I just remember my heart was beating fast and hard to control.
The moonlight shines obliquely on the branches outside the window, and flowers quietly bloom on the branches.
*
A warm wind blew by, ruffling clothes all over the floor and wrinkling the bright yellow quilt.
It was already bright outside. Song Heng woke up first, feeling a hollowness in his arms. He vaguely saw Lu Zhifeng walking away from him. After hugging him to his arms, he fell back into a deep sleep.
At noon, it was Song Heng who woke up again.
Lu Zhifeng was still unconscious, perhaps because he was tired.
After Song Heng woke up, he didn't rush to leave. He just opened his eyes and looked at Lu Zhifeng in his arms. It was bright outside, and Lu Zhifeng had woken up later than him.
Slightly swollen lips, and dried tear marks at the corners of the red eyes.
It seems that it should be so.
Lu Zhifeng's breathing rate gradually decreased, and he groaned and woke up in a daze.
It was not the alcohol that intoxicated him, but the drugs that caused Lu Zhifeng to regain his memory when he woke up.
Thinking about what happened last night.
Lu Zhifeng wanted to cover his face with the quilt, but he seemed to be imprisoned.
Song Heng watched Lu Zhifeng's actions with a smile.
With skin touching skin, any sound is easily noticeable.
Lu Zhifeng found himself in Song Heng's arms, surrounded from head to toe. He couldn't move much and was extremely shy. His eyes wandered around and met Song Heng's smiling eyes. Lu Zhifeng quickly closed his eyes as if trying to cover his ears and steal the bell.
"My dear, the sun is already high in the sky, why don't you wake up soon?"
Close your eyes.
"You weren't so cold last night, my dear."
Still with eyes closed.
"Perhaps you would like to discuss something with me?" "About the story..."
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