Chapter 268 Even Gods and Buddhas Can't Control Me
Just as he was beginning to feel the soft sweetness of those flower-like lips, Mu Xian's shouts suddenly came from afar—
"Young Master! Second Young Master!"
Yuwen Ye frowned, and before he could react, the small hands that had been tamed suddenly pushed him hard across the chest. Instantly, Shang Ruyi stepped out of his arms and stood to the side, her face flushed.
Like a fragrant breeze, it blows by and then disappears without a trace.
He was momentarily stunned, while Shang Ruyi, pretending nothing had happened, leaned against the railing, gazing at the scenery below. Soon, Mu Xian ran over from the path, hurriedly saying, "Second Young Master, so you're here! News has come from Dongdu—the Young Madam is here too? You, you all—"
As he spoke, he realized that the atmosphere was not right. Although the young mistress was not looking at them, the tips of her ears, which were visible through her hair, were bright red. His second young master had his hands behind his back, and although the evening light was bright, his face was unusually gloomy and he had a murderous look on his face, as if he wanted to chew him up.
Mu Xian suddenly felt that this scene looked familiar.
But before he could react, Shang Ruyi said softly, "Since you have something to discuss, I'll head back now."
After saying that, she turned and left without even exchanging a glance with him.
The master and servant stood on the platform, watching her quickly enter the temple along the path. Mu Xian was momentarily stunned, and after a while, he heard Yuwen Ye behind him say in a deep voice, "What is it? Speak."
"Huh? Oh."
He hurriedly handed over the letter in his hand.
He said softly, "The news from the Eastern Capital is that the Ministry of War has made a decision to send you, young master, to lead troops to suppress Wanggang Village."
"oh?"
Yuwen Ye raised an eyebrow slightly, reached out and took the letter, but did not open it.
In fact, it was something that could be explained in a single sentence, so there was no need to look at any letters. Besides, he had been prepared for this matter for a long time. He just didn't expect that the court would make this decision after hesitating and thinking for so long.
It is clear that there are no more capable people available now; otherwise, they would not have been placed in the same expeditionary force as father and son.
Even Mu Xian laughed and said, "The court really made this appointment against its will."
Yuwen Ye said, "It seems that the situation in Hebei is worse than we knew."
Mu Xian said, "Well, I have been sending people to inquire about that. His Majesty had already decided to issue an edict to send troops to Liaodong two days ago, but it was abruptly suppressed by the situation in Hebei. I heard that this campaign against Liaodong is planned to proceed in two routes, one through Hebei and the other by water. But now, the laborers building warships in Bohai Prefecture have begun to rebel, and I heard they've burned several ships. In Hebei, Liang Shide's rebellion is even bigger, especially the rebellion of the Lei family, which is putting a lot of pressure on the court, so—"
Yuwen Ye's eyes flickered: "Therefore, the matter of conquering Liaodong will probably have to be put on hold."
Mu Xian nodded slightly.
At this time, the sun was about to set, leaving only a last ray of light in the distant mountain valleys. This last ray of light was exceptionally bright, even revealing a kind of struggling, dying glory.
Mu Xian said softly, "This matter will likely be a great blow to His Majesty."
"..."
Yuwen Ye remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "Perhaps this is not the only thing that has hit him hard."
Mu Xian stared at him with wide eyes.
However, Yuwen Ye did not reveal any other expression; his demeanor remained cold and stern, yet within that coldness seemed to lie a complex emotion. After a long pause, he finally spoke: "Regardless of the circumstances, conquering Liaodong was his lifelong wish. Previous campaigns had all ended in failure. This time, he thought he was fully prepared, but he couldn't even set out before halting his efforts. I'm afraid that this will lead to—"
Mu Xian seemed somewhat worried as he said, "I wonder what else our Emperor will do."
Yuwen Ye said, "The more arrogant a person is, the more easily they become frustrated and desperate in the face of failure. If the emperor is truly forced to abandon the campaign against Liaodong, his faith will begin to crumble from that point on, and then his next step is very likely to be—"
Mu Xian stared at him with wide eyes: "Very likely what?"
Yuwen Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, not answering him, but asking instead, "The letter says when the Ministry of War plans to appoint him?"
Mu Xian hurriedly replied, "They're in a hurry; they might be there tomorrow."
"tomorrow……"
Yuwen Ye frowned slightly, his eyes reflecting the setting sun, a glint of fiery heat in them. After a long while, he murmured, "So, it's only tonight..."
Mu Xian looked at him again: "Young master, what about tonight?"
"..."
Yuwen Ye glanced at him again and suddenly said, "Go back tonight and take care of everything in the manor."
"ah?"
Mu Xian was dumbfounded—usually, wouldn't sending one or two people back to report be enough for this kind of thing? Wasn't Yuwen Ye bringing two close attendants on this trip precisely for this purpose? Why did he need to make this trip again?
But Yuwen Ye showed him no pity. He coldly tossed him the unopened letter and turned to leave.
Standing on the platform, watching his master's back, Mu Xian finally came to his senses after a long while. He slapped his forehead hard, sighed, and walked away.
As soon as he left, the sun had completely set.
Darkness fell quickly; the entire mountain forest, including Banyan Temple, was plunged into darkness almost in the blink of an eye.
Shang Ruyi sat in her room with the doors and windows tightly closed. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally managed to calm her heart, which was pounding like a drum. When she looked up, she found that it had gotten dark all around her, and the room was almost pitch black.
She hurriedly got up and lit a candlestick.
As the flames rose, they illuminated her clear, black-and-white eyes. The flickering light and shadow swayed endlessly in the empty monk's quarters. Though the air was thick with the scent of sandalwood, and the deep, resonant sound of the evening drum seemed to echo in her ears, and even the distant calls of monks performing their evening prayers could be heard, the light and shadow that danced around her possessed a certain allure, even a ghostly quality.
For some reason, even though her heartbeat had calmed down, Shang Ruyi had a sense of unease, as if the world could turn upside down at any moment.
Then, she heard footsteps.
The footsteps weren't heavy, but each one grew closer, as if stepping on her heart, making her heartbeat slowly become uneasy. Shang Ruyi subconsciously looked up and saw a tall figure vaguely appearing outside the door.
But then it stopped at the doorway.
Seemingly waiting for something to calm down, the figure was clearly motionless, yet it seemed to be trembling violently, causing Shang Ruyi's breathing to become erratic.
Then, he reached out and pushed open the door.
A gust of wind suddenly blew in, almost extinguishing the candle in Shang Ruyi's hand, and the room suddenly became dark.
But this made his eyes appear exceptionally bright, like a leopard scrutinizing its prey in the dark.
Then, he turned around and closed the door.
The flames, as if redeemed on the verge of death, slowly struggled to reignite, illuminating the empty yet eerily bright room. The enchanting light and shadow also illuminated the trembling and bewilderment in Shang Ruyi's eyes.
The next moment, Yuwen Ye approached her, bent down, and blew out the candle.
The room was completely plunged into darkness.
Shang Ruyi opened her eyes wide, unable to react for a moment, not even knowing whether the dark figure in front of her was an illusion or a person moving. She only felt a lightness in her hand as the candlestick was taken away and thrown into a corner of the room with a clatter. Then, she also felt a lightness on her body.
She was suddenly picked up and carried horizontally.
"ah!"
She gasped softly, somewhat caught off guard, but instinctively reached out and grabbed the person beside her. She felt him stride away, and soon he reached the other end of the room, where he gently put her down.
Then, he leaned down and covered her with his whole body.
His burning lips kissed her.
This time, unlike before on the platform, where his kisses were light and gentle yet clearly restrained, she felt a complete possessiveness. Desire, emanating from their intense, burning breaths, carried a wild, beastly, invading feeling that wouldn't allow her to resist, nor would it allow her to retreat in the slightest.
Shang Ruyi panicked a little.
What is he going to do?
Why suddenly—
Realizing she had momentarily lost focus, most of her clothes had been stripped off, a chill washing over her. But then, burning hands caressed her delicate skin, which glowed white even in the darkness, sending shivers down her spine. She could even feel the urge of the body covering her, as if it were about to ignite and burn her at any moment.
Shang Ruyi finally regained a sliver of rationality amidst the interplay of cold and scorching heat. She instinctively reached out, trying to push the person off her, but his powerful body was far beyond her ability to move. In fact, when she wiped his sweaty shoulders with her small hand, drops of sweat fell and landed on her body.
Like sparks, they also burned her.
Shang Ruyi finally couldn't hold back and spoke, her voice trembling so much it was almost breaking: "Second Brother..."
The man who was covering her in the darkness finally paused for a moment, but his heavy breathing did not stop. Instead, he slowly moved closer to her ear and said in a hoarse yet sexy voice, "At this time, you can call me Feng Chen."
"……ah."
Shang Ruyi's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of her chest.
She didn't know what to say. What this man was going to do at that moment was self-evident. What was even more terrifying was that she seemed to have no idea how to stop him.
I don't even know whether I should stop him.
Only in the moment before he possessed her could he tremble and say, "This is a temple."
"..."
Yuwen Ye seemed to pause for a moment.
The next moment, a soft laugh echoed from the pitch-black dormitory.
Then he whispered in her ear, "Gods and Buddhas can't control me."
When the pain struck, and tears welled up involuntarily in his eyes, swallowing all his groans and cries of agony, Shang Ruyi finally understood that even gods and Buddhas couldn't control him...
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