Chapter 51 My Wife 51 After not seeing each other for many years, he missed her so much...
Lu Huai was moved by his confidant's intention to go beyond the boundaries of friendship, and recalled his excessive dependence on Pei Yu during the time when he thought his wife was dead. He felt that if they did not keep a distance between them, there was a danger that they would become uncontrollable in terms of friendship.
Therefore, she forced herself not to get so close to him anymore, and told Huaiyuan honestly that she had no interest in romance.
But he still remembered that the other party had only expected it and expressed his willingness to respect his ideas very naturally.
He was deeply moved, but also felt more ashamed. He didn't know how he should continue to face Huaiyuan.
With the border in turmoil, Pei Yu was busy training his troops, leaving him no time to actively seek him out. He also knew his priorities and didn't want to disturb the nation's affairs, so the two of them hadn't seen each other for a long time.
However, he never felt lonely, probably because Cheng Ruochen often came to visit Lu's house to share some interesting stories with him, and was very considerate and did not put pressure on him when he was busy. It was actually very pleasant to get along with him.
This man himself was not idle, but he always took the initiative to invite people whenever he had time. Although Lu Huai himself was heartbroken because of his setbacks in love, he could not refuse his kindness.
Every time Lu Huai thought of how he had specially gone to West Street to bring him his favorite osmanthus cakes, and how he had refused and disobeyed her every time, he couldn't help but agree that this man was truly sincere as a friend.
The only bad thing was that, perhaps because he was always involved with those three people with whom he had a complicated relationship, he always felt that Cheng Ruochen's attitude towards him was too close, with a bit of indescribable weirdness.
If I were to give an example to illustrate this weirdness, it would be that I always feel that the other person puts himself in a low position, as if he is the master and he is the servant, but they are clearly friends, aren't they?
He himself was unwilling to make such assumptions about his friend, associating human emotions with matters between men. Although Chu Yuanting and Pei Yu had hinted that the third place winner's mind might not be entirely pure, he still chose to believe what he saw and felt.
After all, Huaiyuan's actions, his romantic feelings for her despite being a close friend, were truly groundbreaking. They even crossed the line into becoming close friends, something he still felt a little embarrassed about.
But every time he had a wonderful idea and thought about how to tell Cheng Ruochen that there was no need to be so accommodating, he would be choked by the look in his eyes full of sincerity, and he would feel embarrassed to say words that he didn't know whether they had any basis or not.
Besides, Lu Huai has been worried about another thing recently...
I don’t know if it’s because I miss Chen San too much, but I always feel that he is no longer confined to the night. Even during my lunch break, I would vaguely remember dreaming of hugging him.
Sometimes I don’t even know if it’s because some of my unspeakable desires have not been met, but even the more intimate lip and tongue intertwining and the transfer of air become part of the content.
Every time he thought about it when he was sober, he always felt annoyed. The reform of the old system was in full swing, and he still had a dozen things to do. How could he have the energy to think about these trivial things?
Therefore, he simply worked hard day and night until late at night, and he looked visibly haggard.
But how could this poor, naive young man know that it was Shen San who, after enduring all day, finally found a chance to visit him at night, hidden from his ears. Because the hours of freedom were so brief, he could only quietly, like a gorgeous sculpture, greedily admiring the young man's pure, peaceful sleeping face, touching his lips briefly before leaving without a trace.
And during the day...his friend who he thought was humorous and cheerful was actually like a fish that had taken advantage of the situation. When he mumbled "A Sheng" in a trance, she couldn't help but wrap her arms around his, as if she was holding his whole world.
The voice was hoarse and low, yet pleasant to the ear. It was a completely different style from the usual unbridled and unbridled voice. It was like someone whom Lu Huai missed deeply, saying to him, "I'm here."
After noticing that the skin under his eyes had turned purple due to fatigue, she simply advised Lu Huai to have a good rest while chatting with his travel companions, and even bought him a warming ointment from the pharmacy to soothe the meridians under his eyes.
But when he got the chance to see the gentleman letting down his guard and resting in front of him, he approached his young master, caring as if he were his wife, and gently touched Lu Huai's temples with his hands. Seeing that the man did not wake up suddenly, he gently massaged him.
Only when someone else's name unconsciously leaked out from those two rosy lips that he longed for so much did he pause, and then he bit the little master's lips lightly, angrily but carefully.
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In the general's mansion, Pei Zhi had just received the latest battle report.
The more he read, the uglier his expression became. His five fingers gripping the battle report tightened, instantly squeezing the stack of letter papers out of shape.
But he still tried his best to restrain his strength and suppress the bloodiness that had been tempered by the hustle and bustle of war, because the content was so important that it could not be neglected. It not only concerned the future of the Pei family army, but also the safety of Dayong.
"Zishan, please go and call Huaiyuan. I have something important to discuss with him."
"Yes, General!" Shi Chongen knew that something big must have happened on the border, so he did not stop, clasped his fists and saluted before running to the training ground.
"Father." Pei Yu, who had gotten up early in the morning to train his troops, received a summons from Pei Zhi. He ordered Deputy General Guo to continue the training first and make sure that all the soldiers were doing their duties. Then he quickly rushed back to the conference room.
"Huaiyuan, this is a message from Xining Town. Take a look first."
Xining Town?
The name of this place was ceded to the Xiongnu by the previous dynasty, and was not reclaimed until the ancestors of the Yong Dynasty, after five generations, regained it. Their intention was simply to preserve the hard-earned peace.
The surrounding areas have been recovered by now, so it's expected that they've already reached the border. If this place was also invaded by the Xiongnu, it means that the villages further out on the border may have already been...
Pei Yu had his own thoughts, and seeing Pei Zhi standing in front of him with his hands behind his back and a serious expression on his face, he immediately realized that the situation must be very serious.
He nodded and took it. The wrinkles on the letter alone could reveal the mood of the previous reader, but the more he read, the more he gritted his teeth. He wanted to rush out of the pass and wipe out all the invading ferocious foreigners, making them pay for their blood debt with blood.
When Wu Heng was released, he knew it would be a disaster, so he discussed the matter with Chu Yuanting. The emperor's secret order was issued from the capital, and when it reached the border, they cautiously strengthened their defenses.
But when this person really showed up, no one expected that the Third Prince, who had suffered a severe setback in Dayong, would have such impressive power to stir up the situation. The Northern Huns outside the Yinshan Mountains seemed to have changed drastically, and the word "ready to make a move" was not enough to describe it.
The old Chanyu was seriously ill, but he had many children and grandchildren, all of whom were outstanding.
Naturally, everything cannot be resolved with a smile.
Everyone knew that a chaotic battle for the position of Chanyu was inevitable, so even if he took office, the cold blade still became a means to oppress his brothers.
As the most popular candidates for the throne, the eldest and second princes naturally led this thunderous spectacle. Each displayed their unique talents, each matching their own strategy, treating the tasks assigned by the Chanyu as a grand stage to showcase their strength.
But when everyone's attention was focused on these two people, the third prince, who had returned from Dayong in silence and was despised and ridiculed by everyone, suddenly emerged as a dark horse. As soon as he appeared on the stage, he forcefully cut off the left and right arms of his eldest and second brothers.
Although his methods were ruthless, he was extremely powerful in both strategy and strength. Consequently, he won the love and admiration of many tribes, who believed that the third prince was the "Buzhigude" of the grasslands, which means "eagle" in the Xiongnu language.
Under the banner of "God's favor, invincible", coupled with the ability to win over people's hearts, he became a powerful figure in a short period of time, and was able to establish a force that was on par with his two brothers who had deep roots.
While attacking other factions internally, his unwillingness to surrender began to stir externally.
The Northern Xiongnu continued to encroach on the southern territories, unexpectedly expanding their territory to an unprecedented size and becoming more powerful than ever. This was followed by a desire for further conquest and plunder, and a resentment at being suppressed by the Yong Dynasty for so long.
Therefore, before the people living on the borders of the Central Plains could enjoy a peaceful life, they became the bait in the eyes of these greedy jackals.
The people who came from the north burned, killed, looted and committed all kinds of atrocities. Not only did they rob the townspeople of their food, they also killed all of their people. After the incident, a huge fire wiped out all the evil, leaving no trace of the dead souls and bodies, and full of resentment.
When the officials stationed at the border military fort went to hold them accountable, they were so confident that they were ready to kill the garrison commander. They argued for justice, but ended up suffering heavy losses. It seemed that the other side was no longer afraid of fighting.
The "Guo Alliance" previously signed by Pei Zhi and Wu Ge also became shaky in an instant, and for a while it became useless. The living conditions of the border residents were not optimistic.
That life of fear and sleepless nights of self-preservation that seemed to have become a thing of the past, a life only experienced by their grandparents and parents, is now a nightmare that has returned to devour the happiness that they have worked so hard to gain.
There are only a few lines of words on the letter paper. Even if there are several pages, each page points to a different area, and the description is plain and concise.
But war is always associated with profound suffering. Even the descriptions in the novel, without even thinking too much, convey the despair of families torn apart and displaced.
Pei Yu knelt down and pleaded, expressing his determination to lead the army to Mobei. "Father, time waits for no one. If we allow the people on the border to suffer and neglect our distant land, our country will surely be in jeopardy. I am willing to lead the troops from the capital to Mingchuan to provide support. I hope Father will grant this wish!"
"But, does Your Majesty know about this? Would you like to..."
But he was willing to let the Pei family return to the land where they once thrived after many years, and merge the Pei family army that had been divided into two parts into one place to go to fight.
Pei Zhi walked to the window, and even though his inner breath told him that there was no one around, he still closed it carefully.
He turned to look at his son, who was beginning to show his true strength and was now taller and stronger than he had been five years ago, and replied firmly, "Your Majesty will not refuse. He knows what is important and what is not."
It's just that the suspicion probably won't fade away, and it will make people follow along...
But as long as the Pei family army is allowed to return to the battlefield to defend the country, the rest is not that important. Who cares which side the governor is on...
Pei Zhi didn't say it directly, but he knew that Pei Yu understood everything, otherwise he wouldn't have asked that question before.
The father and son looked at each other without saying a word, but their tacit understanding was better than a thousand words.
Some are happy while others are sad. Wu Heng, who is missed by people thousands of miles away, is discussing strategies with his young general named Bu Xuan in the tent.
When it came to the crucial point, seeing the warrior of this tribe looking hesitant due to his lack of experience, Wu Heng just looked at him with tolerance and a smile, and steadily inserted the flag on the realistic and detailed sand table with overlapping mountains and rivers.
If the Hengzhou group saw the Northern Hun prince's current appearance, they would probably not recognize him.
Three years had changed a lot. The last trace of childishness between his eyebrows faded away, and a stronger ambition replaced the once rebellious youthful spirit. At first glance, he looked like a mature ruler, and his imposing edge weakened the presence of his handsome and heroic features.
In terms of power alone, it can be compared with the Chu Yuanting who is in charge of the Central Plains, in a way that the two kings do not meet each other, but can compete with each other in secret.
Bu Xuan was deeply impressed by the precision of the moves and knelt on one knee with his fists clasped. "Your Highness's mastery of tactical planning is truly extraordinary. I am in awe of you!"
"Brother Bu, you are so kind. Heng still has a lot of work to do. I need to ask you for more advice on martial arts."
These words made Bu Xuan, who had already truly surrendered, still sigh with admiration at his master's precise control over his dealings with people. Which of his brothers could have such a broad mind?
He is always straightforward and has a bad mouth. No wonder no matter how good his cards are, they are all played loose.
He was deeply moved, but he didn't expect that although Wu Heng was humble and polite in words, he was actually calm in his heart.
After all, only with soldiers and horses can one display strategies. The people of the grassland respect the use of force. When he returned from the Central Plains in disgrace and was at his wit's end, who would be willing to favor him, an abandoned child?
He had painstakingly prepared for these soldiers and troops, and had gone through untold hardships step by step to snatch food from the greedy elder and second brothers.
The process was so difficult and complicated, he had suffered so much damage, and so many times he was almost unable to bear the hatred and anger. Now he no longer wants to look back.
Fortunately, I finally got out. The young eagle was not defeated at the cliff, so it was destined to soar into the sky.
After seeing Bu Xuan off, Wu Heng sat on a wooden bench covered with animal skins and took out a painting that had been carefully wrapped in several layers of Alsophila spinulosa leaves.
No one except him has ever seen the entire painting, and he is unwilling to share the people in the painting with others.
Because this person is the object of his obsession, and this obsession and desire, after three years and a thousand days of fermentation, has become as deep as an abyss and difficult to exhaust.
Wu Heng opened the painting and stroked the fair and gentle face of the beauty in the painting with his hand, as if the person was right in front of him, his eyes were so gentle and affectionate that tears seemed to be dripping from them.
But this positive feeling of appreciation was soon suppressed by the accumulated pain and hatred of betrayal, and some darker and more extreme thoughts that could not be told to outsiders quickly grew.
What has supported Wu Heng's transformation from a simple and naive wolfhound to a cunning and mature wolf king over the years is also the desire to pick Bai Tan.
"Lu Huai..." He called softly, but his tone was quite intriguing. His hand was still gently touching the character he had drawn with his own hands. He cherished it so much that even the subordinates and attendants who saw him were shocked.
Even though he knew they had misunderstood something, he did not explain that it was the minister of the enemy camp who had severely defeated him. He even smiled and closed the scroll, so that the face that only he could imitate and see on the grassland would no longer be exposed to the sunlight.
Therefore, the news that the third prince liked women from the Yong Dynasty spread throughout the tribe. However, as his power grew stronger, more and more people offered Han women to him with the idea of pleasing him. Wu Heng accepted all the offers, but he handed these people over to his sister Wu Ya, who was from the same mother as him, and never even looked at them.
Seeing that Wu Heng was dissatisfied with these people and had rejected the courtship of several women who were famous even in the entire Northern Xiongnu, no uncles dared to hold on to the fact that he was still unmarried in his prime.
Wu Heng was not a good person to begin with. He knew how miserable the consequences would be for the Yong Dynasty captives if they were not welcomed here and were sent back to their respective places. His behavior could not be explained by words like compassion.
Perhaps he was certain that one day he would see the elegant official in the moon-white robe again. Even though he hated him to the core, he still inexplicably did not want to see the man who looked somewhat like him being tortured and humiliated.
However, the decisive factor was actually a more despicable idea: if Lu Huai was stubborn and did not want to submit to being his wife, these subjects whom he loved deeply might be a weapon that could be very effective.
Thinking of the immortal above the nine heavens being embraced in his arms, letting him enter the royal tent under the gaze of the people of Dayong to whom he had devoted his life, letting him wear the exclusive clothes of the children of the grassland, and then living in the golden cage that he had secretly planned to build as soon as he turned over a new leaf, being contaminated with his breath and bearing his mark of Wu Heng.
He suddenly felt his mouth and tongue become dry and his whole body became dry.
The funny thing is that he didn't understand why he, who had been born in this grassland known for its passion and unrestrained beauty, was still obsessed with the precious Epiphyllum that would definitely not adapt to the local climate here, even though he was surrounded by flowers. He felt that every place was his ideal, and even planned to go to great lengths to arrange the precious soil, just to keep the delicate young man from the Central Plains.
But it doesn't matter. He must get this person no matter what, and Dayong will eventually be where his sword will lead.
If he wanted to see Lu Huai soon, he had to speed up the process. He couldn't let that idiot stand in the way for too long, otherwise it would be hard for Chu to even look at him.
"It's been three years since we last met. I miss you so much, my... Yanshi"
Wu Heng smiled as brightly as always, but his eyes looked through the people in the painting to the capital thousands of miles away, as if he wanted to confront Lu Huai, who was feeling uneasy after learning that Pei Yu was going to the border.
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The author has something to say: Ladies, I’m late again, woo woo woo, Yue Shu is bad (kneel on durian)
Seeing this, I believe everyone must have known where the last Shura Field in this world will be opened (loudly)
Looking forward to the long-awaited growth version of Xiaolang forced (cough cough) to rely on strength to shake people over (in fact, I privately think Cheng and Wu are the BT leaders of this world Wuhu)
Then, I don't know if you guys have seen Cheng Xiugou's tricks, hehehe, he mainly took advantage of the opportunity and willingly played the mistress (tea talk version: the brothers are all busy and can't accompany Huaihuai's wife, so I have to work hard to comfort Huaihuai. Since I have fulfilled my obligations, as for the benefits...)
As usual~ If there’s still time, I’ll make a short play later [my wife who came early will read the main text first, then post it]
Completed) Stick it!
Extra: (Background: Urban, Same-sex Marriage)
Pei Yu is the leader of the third investigation team. Recently, the entire department is trapped in a serial murder case.
"Team leader, look!"
This job was originally handled by one group, and has evolved to the subsequent mobilization of all security guards. However, I didn't expect that the final overall planning task would fall into my hands.
He took the file from the team member, looked at all the materials collected so far, and couldn't help frowning.
There are so few available...
The killer's methods were so brutal that the victims' bodies were like open canvases for his creative work, leaving anyone who saw them vomiting. However, this man, perhaps born with a sociopathic personality, had no pattern to his victims and meticulously cleaned up the evidence each time he struck.
Logically, he had no idea where to start, but considering the characteristics of this case, he thought of a breakthrough - the flower shop owner who reported the case a few days ago.
This was probably the most beautiful reporter he had seen since he joined the S City Police Department. She was tall and thin, with a pair of almond-shaped eyes that were clear and gentle, as if they could speak. She was a beauty who walked out of an ancient painting, with impeccable facial features and temperament.
That's right... He was stunned when he saw her, and felt extremely familiar with her, as if she was his dream lover who he had met in more than one life. Even the pronunciation of her name softened the tone of his voice, which was considered a ruthless work machine by others.
Speaking of this, his name seems to be... Lu Huai?
But Pei Yu tried hard to separate public and private affairs and not let himself fall into an emotional whirlpool.
Unfortunately, the opponent was not strong enough and was desperately challenging his sanity.
Lu Huai was very concerned about this matter. Although the case was currently at a dead end, he still treated his office as a check-in point. He came here every day to talk with him for a long time, and even brought delicious cakes he made, which he not only gave to him but also distributed to his colleagues in the office.
His colleagues were envious and jealous, and joked that he was "so lucky" that even beautiful women at work would notice him.
As he spoke, even the dull and insensitive Pei Yu felt a strange stirring of love. His face flushed whenever he saw someone. However, since the case he had reported hadn't made any progress, how could Pei Yu have the nerve to express his feelings? Although, he couldn't help but hope that Lu Huai was actually interested in him.
This situation of silence continued until the day when the usually calm and elegant Lu Huai suddenly appeared at the office door in a panic, leaving him stunned. It was not until Wen Yu, a teammate beside him, pushed him out of his chair in frustration that he hurried towards the intruder.
"What happened?" Pei Yu, having recovered, was quite tactful. He looked at Lu Huai, who hung his head in silence, fragile and frightened. He led him to his lounge, sat him down in a thin shirt on the hard leather sofa facing the heater, and poured him a cup of hot tea. His tone was soothing and unconsciously sympathetic.
"It seems like someone has been following me recently..." Lu Huai finally calmed down a bit and let down his guard a little. His slender white fingers, which were calloused from years of tying flowers, seemed amazingly beautiful, but now they were tightly crossed and turned red.
Pei Yu felt extremely distressed, but he didn't know what position he had to comfort Lu Huai and told him, "This will hurt."
So he just pondered for a moment, then seriously asked him some basic information: "Mr. Lu, when did you first realize someone was following you? What evidence might help verify the identity of the stalker?"
"Some of my underwear are missing... It seems like there are cameras installed in the house, and I feel like I'm being spied on when I go to and from get off work every day... Officer Pei, I don't dare to stay here any longer. What should I do?" As the beauty spoke, her eyes turned red with helplessness.
Pei Yu carefully recorded the details, but lost focus on the last sentence, and his pen left a heavy ink mark on the notebook.
He hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but say the first thing that came to his mind: "Then Mr. Lu will live in my house for the time being?"
Worried that he sounded too unkind, he quickly explained, "I wonder if the pursuer might do something worse. I'm just worried about your safety. Our Third Inspection Team will send someone to your home to search for evidence. I would never do anything to harm you."
Lu Huai, however, was moved to tears by his seriousness: "Thank you so much, Officer Pei! You are so kind!"
"Then I'll bother you Officer Pei. Please go ahead and do your work. I'll go back and pack my simple luggage."
"Wait a minute." Pei Yu secretly swallowed his saliva, a sense of unreality filled his heart. Were they going to live together so soon...
He stopped Lu Huai as he stood up to leave. At 1.9 meters, he was a head taller than Lu Huai, and his muscular body was terrifyingly large. He cast a shadow on the pretty woman, as if he was stamping on her.
He stammered, "I'll go with you. I'm afraid the stalker might notice something..."
After getting the guarantee, Lu Huai's eyebrows curved and his expression was at ease, but his tone was cunning: "Officer Pei, are you worried about me?"
"Yes." Pei Yu's face was red as if blood was about to drip out. He felt like a puppet being controlled. He felt that he was about to be mesmerized to death. How could he be so cute...
"Then can I ask in another way: is Officer Pei so straightforward with everyone who asks for help?"
The words "You are such a good police officer" were stuck in his throat. Before Lu Huai could finish his words, he was horrified to find that the usually meticulous, handsome but upright police officer had put his arms around his waist, buried his head in his neck like a golden retriever, greedily sucking in his fragrant breath.
His voice trembled as he said, "No, it's just because I like you so much."
Yay yay yay! I've finished writing my brain hole, and my wives can read it now. There will be extra chapters about the characters in this world. The small theater here usually only broadcasts small brain holes in different dimensions. If there are wives who like today's or Cheng Xiu's brain hole theater, you can call Jiang Jiang. I will write a sequel for it next time (pen refill) Wuhu!
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