Extra: Two or Three Things About the Empress [Part 2]
Ji Yanxing glanced at him and said, "I came to see Your Majesty for a serious matter. I'm not a bitch like Pei Wuyou who only knows how to win favor."
"General Ji, what's the important matter? Please tell me about it," Ling Yu said.
Ji Yanxing narrowed his eyes. "Where is Prince Yong? What is Prince Yong doing here?"
Ling Yu stroked the ring.
"It's also a serious matter. General Ji, why don't you take a guess?"
Ji Yanxing curled his lips, "Could it be that His Royal Highness Prince Yong has also received the news and is still thinking of helping His Majesty quell the rebellion at such an old age?"
The southern Huanzhou area has been in a state of unrest recently, with some major disturbances occurring. The imperial court will have to send people to quell the rebellion.
"General Ji, what you said is true. I am a few years older than you, but I am not half buried in the ground yet. Why can't I quell the rebellion?"
Before Ji Yanxing could ridicule him, the door of the imperial study opened.
Ling Qingyan was wearing casual clothes, her hair was scattered on her shoulders, and there was a kiss mark left by Pei Wuyou on her neck. Pei Wuyou stood beside Ling Qingyan, leaning against the door frame. He was not as neatly dressed as Ling Qingyan, and there was a hint of pride on his young face.
He served his sister very well and she even praised him.
"Come in, two door gods." Ling Qingyan said with a smile.
Ling Qingyan sat back down at the desk where she was reviewing memorials, leaning back in her chair while Pei Wuyou gave her a massage.
Ji Yanxing and Ling Yu both noticed that the quilt on another table in another room was wrinkled and had a large wet spot.
Ji Yanxing's eyes were dark, but he took the lead and said, "Your Majesty, there is unrest in the south. I am willing to help Your Majesty and lead the army to quell the rebellion."
Of course he wanted to stay with Qingyan longer, but there were more benefits to helping His Majesty quell the rebellion.
He wants to help His Majesty share his worries in a practical way, so that His Majesty will love him more.
He had won many battles, so suppressing the rebellion was not difficult for him. Although he was separated from His Majesty for a short time, a short separation is better than a new marriage, let alone suppressing the rebellion.
Your Majesty will care about him, reward him, and love him even more.
Therefore, he was determined to quell the rebellion this time.
"Your Majesty, I am also willing to lead the troops. I have more experience than General Ji, and I am more suitable to help Your Majesty share your worries." Ling Yu bowed.
Ling Qingyan tapped the table again and again, still thinking.
Ji Yanxing looked Ling Yu up and down and continued, "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness Prince Yong is truly unsuitable for suppressing this rebellion. His Royal Highness Prince Yong does have experience leading troops, but in recent years, most of the rebellions in Ling State, both large and small, have been led by humble officials. The Supreme Emperor has only assigned His Royal Highness Prince Yong to guard the border in recent years."
"It's unknown whether His Royal Highness Prince Yong is capable of leading troops now. If he becomes overconfident and underestimates the enemy, dying on the battlefield would be a minor matter, but losing face for His Majesty would be a major one."
"I am different." The young man, dressed in eye-catching red, stood straight and confident. "Your Majesty, I will definitely win. I will definitely bring back the rebel leader and exchange him for your reward."
Absolute defiance, absolute submission.
"Then I'll wait for you in the capital." Ling Qingyan's words meant she had chosen Ji Yanxing.
Ling Yu sighed at the side, "Alas, my royal brother has caused me so much pain."
If it weren't for his royal brother Ling Yue who had been wary of him because of the late emperor's will, he wouldn't have been overshadowed by a rising star today.
It’s all thanks to Ling Yue.
At night, Ling Qingyan flipped over Ji Yanxing's sign.
After all, Ji Yanxing was about to lead his troops south, and she wanted to show him favor.
Ji Yanxing finally took a bath together.
The sound of water, panting and the girl's moans came one after another.
Before Ji Yanxing set out to fight, the two of them engaged in a real...
Mandarin ducks playing in the water.
…
Rebels were rebels after all, a group of rabble, who were defeated again and again by Ji Yanxing. Ji Yanxing hurried back to the capital, fought quickly and fiercely, and was invincible. Within a month, he beheaded the rebel leader.
"I can finally return to the capital to see His Majesty." Ji Yanxing took the handkerchief that had wiped the girl's body, looked at it again and again, and carefully put it in his arms.
The young man held the reins and looked towards the north in the direction of the capital: "Return to the capital!"
Ling Yu has not been idle this month.
Unable to snatch the opportunity from Ji Yanxing to quell the rebellion, he began to think of other ways to win favor.
He bought a beautiful and luxurious pleasure boat, saying that he had specially prepared some shows for His Majesty.
Ling Qingyan went with him.
At night, the moat was shimmering with waves, and Ling Qingyan was sitting on a seat in the pleasure boat.
The pleasure boat Ling Yu bought was very large, large enough for him to watch several dancers dancing.
The dance moves are graceful, the fabrics are sparse, and the visual impact is strong.
Ling Qingyan looked at Ling Yu in disbelief.
It's normal for Cui Huailang to do this, but Ling Yu...
"You actually prepared this kind of program for me, Uncle, you..." Ling Qingyan looked at the man playfully.
"There's nothing I can do. I want to help His Majesty share his worries, but I can't compete with them, and I can't compete with those few waves. I can only think of other ways."
"Aren't you afraid that I'll take one of them?" Ling Qingyan joked.
"It's their blessing to be favored by His Majesty. Even if they are so lucky as to enter His Majesty's harem, it is also my credit. They are here to help me win favor."
"Although these ones are of good quality, in terms of figure and appearance, I should be favored by His Majesty more." Ling Yu was completely depraved. He leaned close to Ling Qingyan's ear and whispered, "Little niece, the emperor's uncle is also fine."
After saying that, Ling Yu took off his outer clothes and followed the rhythm in a sexy manner.
Although not as good as other professional dancers who have practiced for many years, he is also full of charm.
"Your Majesty, how do you think I dance? Is it comparable to Ji Yanxing?"
If Ji Yanxing can do it, he can do it too.
"Everything is fine, everything is fine." Ling Qingyan looked at the scenery in front of her with appreciation.
She used to be shy and embarrassed, but after being an emperor for so many times, she became completely accustomed to it.
There was no cloth left on Ling Yu's upper body. After the dance, the dancers left and Ling Yu pulled out a red silk that he had gotten from somewhere.
Then.
Wrapped around his neck.
He knelt at the girl's feet, looking up at her, and Ling Qingyan looked down at him.
The man had sharp and handsome features, deep eyebrows and eyes. The light of the candlelight shone on his high nose bridge, and his thin lips were slightly parted.
Ling Yu is handsome, but not as pretty and delicate as Ji Yanxing and Pei Wuyou. He looks more resolute and steady, with a sense of security brought by age.
But he was doing something unsteady at the moment.
The man has well-defined muscles and a strong sense of power. This is a body that looks strong and will not submit to anyone.
However, at this moment, he was kneeling at the girl's feet, with a bright red silk wrapped around his neck. He raised the red silk with both hands and offered it to the girl devoutly.
Like a devout believer.
Even though this believer was born ten years earlier than the god.
The girl grabbed the red silk, and Ling Yu followed the force and moved closer to the girl.
Ling Qingyan bent down and moved closer, and their eyes met.
Ling Yu couldn't help but kissed the girl.
Ling Qingyan's eyes widened, as if she was dissatisfied with his unauthorized action, and she tightened her grip.
Ling Yu looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I couldn't help myself."
The man knelt straight, his eyes filled with undisguised desire.
"Your Majesty, you can punish me in any way you want."
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