Chapter 137 Bodhisattva lowers his brows, Vajra glares fiercely (7) "You shouldn't have..."
Chapter 137
His abdominal muscles are like towering peaks, each one distinct and clearly defined, their lines outlining a powerful beauty. Every line is clear and distinct, as if carved by a knife and axe. Every slight twitch of the muscles with each breath demonstrates the harmonious unity of strength and aesthetics.
In the candlelight, Feng Tan blushed uncontrollably. Putting everything else aside, this man's assets were alluring enough.
The person in his arms had red lips and white teeth, and her bright eyes were filled with shyness. Every step she took required a great deal of courage. Xiao Yinshi was amused by Feng Tan's appearance and pulled her hand to his chest. "Lord Feng, if you keep dawdling like this, the long night won't be long enough."
Feng Tan kissed Xiao Yinshi's neck.
A light, fleeting kiss landed on her neck. Xiao Yinshi suppressed the urge to roll her over and pin her down. He slightly raised his neck, enjoying the caresses between lovers, and gently stroked her thin back.
Their tender embrace, like mandarin ducks entwined, was intoxicating. Xiao Yinshi's Adam's apple bobbed in the candlelight. Feng Tan stopped, glanced at him sideways, and whispered, "Want to stay here? Or go to the couch?"
In the dim light, Xiao Yinshi's face, flushed with desire, was captivating. He stared intently at Feng Tan, then suddenly placed his large hands on her knees, lifted her up, and strode toward the bed.
This imperial bed blends the refinement of the palace with the practicality of the military. Four sturdy bedposts stand tall and imposing, their shafts carved with lifelike coiled dragons. The dragons' bodies meander and coil, their scales clearly discernible, their eyes piercing and piercing, seemingly surveying the world, highlighting the emperor's supreme status as the Son of Heaven. The tops of the posts are adorned with exquisite cloud patterns, the swirling mists adding to the mystery and majesty.
Feng Tan was placed in a soft brocade quilt by Xiao Yinshi. After Xiao Yinshi pressed down on her, he turned her over, and she sat on Xiao Yinshi's waist with her legs spread apart.
She reached out to lower the bed curtains, but Xiao Yinshi grasped Feng Tan's arm and said, "No need."
Feng Tan stubbornly lowered the brocade curtain, and the light suddenly became much darker. In the darkness, she slowly unbuttoned her clothes, and when she lowered her head to kiss him, her long black hair fell onto Xiao Yinshi's chest.
At first, Xiao Yin patiently endured the awkward service, but when he saw that she couldn't sit down for a long time, he finally reached out to help her.
Feng Tan raised her neck, letting out a sound as the man indulged her.
After the first round, Feng Tan softened her strength, and a large red handprint spread across her bare back. The man's iron-like strength slowly loosened, and she drank the tea that Xiao Yinshi handed her. Her parched throat was moistened, and she felt much better.
Looking at her helpless state, Xiao Yinshi gently kissed her sweaty cheek, his voice slightly husky, "The moon hides, the stars fade, the night grows longer, the silk curtains sway gently, releasing a subtle fragrance. Soft hands yearn to caress the thoughts in my heart, her jade-like body slightly tilts, her desires undisguised. The flickering candlelight adds to my beautiful dreams, the sound of the wind entering the tent stirs my passion. A thread of longing is hard to dispel, I can only wait for the perfect moment to lean on the bed together... Feng Tan, I am powerless to resist the desire I feel for you."
Whether or not he had the phoenix totem, he couldn't control himself. Sometimes sexual desire could be relieved by oneself, but lust arose like the wind; it had no mystery and would gnaw at his heart like a maggot on every day he couldn't touch her.
Compared to sexual desire, romantic desire is unsolvable.
Feng Tan turned her head away from his gently stroking hand and said coldly, "Your poem is very grand and dignified. You might as well say that when a monk enters a cave, he spits out his phlegm."
“The monk enters the cave, spits out immediately… Ha…” Xiao Yinshi chuckled softly in the darkness, “You certainly know how to describe things.”
Xiao Yinshi tucked a strand of hair from Feng Tan's sweat-dampened cheek and said, "Monks have no hair, but I hope to grow old with you."
This was the most horrifying thing Feng Tan had ever heard. She turned to look at Xiao Yin and gathered her strength to mock him, "Only lovers can grow old together, while enemies only want to cut off each other's heads."
She regained her composure; she hadn't had the strength before. Xiao Yinshi once again scooped Feng Tan up in his arms, successfully eliciting a soft gasp from Feng Tan, "What are you doing?"
Xiao Yinshi placed her beside the brightly lit candlelight on the desk, and forced her to turn over, saying, "Break through the barrier of love."
Unable to overcome his emotional entanglement, Xiao Yinshi could only relentlessly torment Feng Tan. She hoped he still possessed a shred of humanity, but unfortunately, Xiao Yinshi had none.
His frenzied and unrestrained output caused Feng Tan, who had initially been cooperating, to finally lose control and try to escape. However, he dragged her down into the mire of desire again and again. If he didn't come out, she wouldn't be able to either.
Love is a difficult barrier to overcome, and those who fall into it are utterly foolish. Xiao Yinshi felt helpless about himself, yet he was deeply infatuated with Feng Tan. As dawn approached, he looked at the unconscious person in his arms and kissed her lips once more.
If it can't be broken, then it won't be broken.
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The leaden-gray clouds on the horizon piled up like giant beasts, pressing heavily on the earth as if to devour everything in the world. A fierce wind howled past, swirling up yellow sand and making the military flags flutter loudly, like a pre-battle lament played between heaven and earth.
The two armies stood in distinct camps. Emperor Chongming dispatched Grand Commander Yu Fangyi to quell the rebellion. Behind him, banners fluttered in the air, and flags embroidered with the character "晄" (Huang) billowed fiercely in the wind, displaying the majesty of the Great Huang.
The soldiers, clad in iron armor and helmets, wielding spears and broadswords, their eyes gleaming with unwavering resolve. Formed in neat square formations, they resembled mobile steel fortresses, exuding a chilling aura. Their warhorses trotted restlessly, white breath billowing from their nostrils, seemingly sensing the tension of the impending battle.
On the other side, Feng Tingxiao's army was equally prepared. Their banners fluttered neatly in the wind, exuding ferocity and savagery. The soldiers wore leather armor and carried scimitars and longbows. The sound of war drums rose in their ranks, deep and powerful, like the roar of a wild beast, sending chills down their spines.
With a resounding bugle call, the two armies surged towards each other like a tidal wave. In an instant, the battle cries shook the heavens and earth, as if to overturn the very fabric of the world. The soldiers of the Huang army charged forward bravely, their spears like a forest, their broadswords flashing, each attack carrying the force of a tidal wave. Their eyes burned with loyalty to their country and hatred for their enemy, as they fearlessly charged towards the Chu army.
The Chu army was not to be outdone; their scimitars gleamed coldly, and their longbows rained down arrows. The arrows whistled through the air, making sharp sounds, and many Dahuang soldiers fell, their blood staining the earth. But the Dahuang army did not retreat; they used their shields to block the arrow rain and continued their charge.
In the center of the battlefield, the two commanders clashed fiercely. Yu Fangyi, clad in heavy armor and wielding a longsword, resembled an enraged lion. He brandished his sword, the blade flashing, and wherever it struck, enemy soldiers fell to the ground. Feng Tingxiao's general, Ni Yezhou, rode a tall horse and wielded a spiked club, possessing immense strength. He swung the club at Yu Fangyi, creating a gust of wind.
The two fought fiercely, locked in a close battle. For a time, the battlefield was a scene of flashing swords, flying blood and flesh, and the clash of weapons, filled with shouts of battle, screams of agony, and the sounds of weapons clashing, creating a tragic and heroic spectacle.
The battle reached a stalemate. Both sides paid a heavy price; corpses piled up like mountains, blood flowed like rivers, and the battlefield was filled with smoke that blotted out the sun.
Feng Tingxiao stood atop the mountain, overlooking the battle. Behind him stood the Princess Consort of Chu. Whether as a bodyguard or as a princess, the Princess Consort of Chu had been by Feng Tingxiao's side the longest.
Princess Consort of Chu said, "Your Highness, there is an urgent report from the army that Xiao Yinshi has led 200,000 Luosha troops to be stationed in the northwest direction of the military camp."
“I already knew,” Feng Tingxiao said calmly, “He came to kill me.”
Princess Consort of Chu asked, "Does Your Highness already have a plan?"
Feng Tingxiao said, "Since I dared to raise an army in rebellion, I have prepared a way out for myself to make a safe and sound exit."
The setting sun cast its last rays across the battlefield, turning everything a blood-red hue. Everywhere lay shattered weapons, broken flags, and scattered armor. The blood-soaked earth reeked of a pungent, nauseating stench. Distant villages were reduced to ruins by the flames of war, smoke and dust billowing everywhere, testifying to the brutality of the conflict.
Feng Tingxiao said, "Look, I've won this battle. When Father insisted on passing the throne to him, did he ever imagine that there would be such a great battle today?"
"You have no respect for your sovereign and father, you usurped the throne, and for the sake of the throne and your own selfish desires, you have caused the people of the world to suffer. Even if you were the emperor from the beginning, you have no love for your people, so what achievements could you have made?" Feng Tan walked out of the mountains behind Feng Tingxiao, dressed in military uniform and looking heroic. "Feng Tingxiao, after you die, you will not be able to be reborn."
Upon hearing the voice, Feng Tingxiao turned around and looked at Feng Tan, his eyebrows and eyes unable to suppress a smile. He said, "Yongle, I knew you would come."
After Feng Tan woke up, she received a secret message from Feng Tingxiao: the true cause of Empress Xiaoxian's death.
Before her death, Shang Chunxiang revealed to Feng Tan that Consort Su Zirou, the concubine of Emperor Chongming, was the mastermind behind Empress Xiaoxian's death. At the time, Feng Tan vaguely felt that something was amiss. Because of Grand Tutor Feng, Su Zirou certainly had ample reason to murder Empress Xiaoxian. However, Consort Su's power was insufficient at the time, and everything had progressed far too smoothly.
Feng Tan looked at Feng Tingxiao and asked, "Is it you?"
She had always been clever. Feng Tingxiao's gaze fell intently on Feng Tan. "It's me."
As he wished, Feng Tingxiao saw Feng Tan's expression change. He slowly approached her, his eyes filled with an indescribable meaning, and the madness in his bones surfaced. "You are the one I raised, yet Feng Sangrou wants to take you away from my arms..."
He leaned down and looked into Feng Tan's eyes. "This is infuriating."
After a long while, the numbness in Feng Tan's throat gradually subsided. Looking into Feng Tingxiao's loving eyes, she felt a surge of anger.
“I told you, the red thread of fate is tied together by the God of Marriage, and our blood is the red thread that binds us together. Since we are born of the same root, we should share the same bed.” Feng Tingxiao did not think that forbidden love was so against human ethics. “However, little niece, you came here covered in hickeys without even trying to hide them. Your royal uncle will be really angry if he sees them.”
Xiao Yinshi's desire was deep and heavy; he wished he could brand Feng Tan's entire body with marks. In the twilight, the red marks sucked out on her neck stood out vividly against her snow-white skin, like blooming flower buds.
"Slap!" Feng Tan slapped Feng Tingxiao across the face, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and slammed him against the tall sycamore tree behind him. Her eyes were bloodshot. "You deserve to die! You deserve to die a thousand deaths! How dare you kill her!"
Feng Tingxiao's face was turned to the side by the blow. Princess Chu drew her sword, but Feng Tingxiao waved his hand to indicate that he was unharmed, his smile faint and cold. "I'm going to kill her."
He swiftly flipped Feng Tan over, pinning her against a tree, then gripped her shoulders, his hidden malice fully revealed. "You're mine. Many times over the years, we've made love wildly in our dreams, I'm deeply embedded in your body, and you hold me tight, refusing to leave. The world thinks I frequent brothels, but little do they know..."
"Stop talking!"
"I told you to stop talking!"
It's disgusting to be coveted by one's own uncle like this.
"The amorous Prince Feng Tingxiao, nearing forty, has never been with a woman." Feng Tingxiao grabbed Feng Tan's hand, which was about to slap him again, and smiled, "Don't move. You're only good at light footwork, but your martial arts are not as good as mine. I'm a ninth-rank martial artist. Want to try?"
A single sentence brought Feng Tan back to her senses. After calming down, she looked at Feng Tingxiao and asked, "You lured me here. Besides telling me who the murderer is, what else do you want?"
“Yongle is always so clever,” Feng Tingxiao said with a faint smile on his handsome, slightly effeminate face. “Xiao Yinshi wants to take advantage of the chaos to get a share of the pie from Dahuang. How can we let him have his way?”
Feng Tan said, "You want to use me to threaten him? You're really despicable."
Feng Tingxiao remained noncommittal. "He wants to stir up trouble behind the scenes, but I insist that he perform the ritual on stage. Don't be afraid, neither of us are good people."
Everyone on stage is cunning and scheming, with plots within plots and strategies within strategies. It's hard to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and none of them are easy to mess with.
Feng Tan, with an indifferent expression, asked Feng Tingxiao, "What are you going to do?"
Looking at her covered in hickeys, Feng Tingxiao felt a surge of intense desire. At the height of his lust, he took Feng Tan's hand, kissed her gently, and said, "You will know, but not now."
......
Although Yu Fangyi suffered a defeat in one battle, the morale of his army did not decline.
Yu Ruxi stepped into the tent, bowed deeply to her father, and said, "The King of Chu has a strong army; we underestimated him before. Just now, while my brother and I were discussing things, we received a secret letter. I noticed... it's Yongle's handwriting."
Yu Fangyi was a burly and imposing man, like a towering mountain, exuding an aura of awe. Upon hearing this, he raised his thick eyebrows, revealing a pair of bright black eyes. "Give it to me."
Yu Ruxi handed it over, and after Yu Fangyi finished reading it, his eyes lit up. "It should be right. How did Princess Yongle get her hands on it?"
Yu Ruxi shook her head and said, "I don't know, but Yongle will always find a way."
Yu Fangyi patted Yu Ruxi's shoulder to comfort her, saying, "Good child, don't worry too much. Yongle is a noblewoman of the royal family, His Majesty will bring her back."
Yu Ruxi felt sorry for Feng Tan's plight and vented her anger on the battlefield, which made her look tired. Upon hearing this, she shook her head and said, "Father, you should have also received news that the Emperor of Hua Dynasty has sent a large army to press on the border. She must be nearby. I need to go find her."
"Nonsense!" Yu Fangyi raised his voice, then looked at Yu Ruxi's reddened eyes, sighed, and said, "You should prioritize the overall situation. The army is short-handed right now. If you leave, how can we fight this battle? How will we explain it to His Majesty?"
Yu Ruxi sat on the felt rug, reached for an apple, took a bite, and said, "A girl should stay at home, gentle and charming, skilled in needlework, music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She should not do much fighting or killing in the future..."
After saying that, Yu Ruxi raised her eyes and gave Yu Fangyi a cool look, saying, "Father, why are you going back on your word?"
Yu Fangyi pointed at Yu Ruxi, his eyes wide, but he didn't know what to say. "You! You unfilial daughter!"
"Haha, my sister's stubborn streak is kicking in again," Yu Zhenyu said, lifting the curtain to enter and bringing in a steaming pot of stewed pork bones, filling the tent with its aroma. "Father, don't take it to heart. Don't you know her? She's all bark and no bite. Right now, the camp is short-handed, how could she possibly leave the battlefield? Besides, she's followed you all over the country since she was little. She's never been absent from the battlefield. She's a born general!"
Yu Fangyi picked up a bone and put it into Yu Ruxi's bowl, then sneered, "What kind of girl becomes a general? Zhenyu, don't lead your sister astray."
Yu Ruxi took a bite of meat and said angrily, "Yes, yes, no girl can be a general, so it should be you men who do it."
"You!" Yu Fangyi angrily put down his chopsticks.
Yu Zhenyu shook his head and chuckled, then said to Yu Ruxi, "You two are really something, how can you start arguing over something so trivial?"
Yu Ruxi said, "How would I know? It was clearly Father who was wrong first."
Yu Fangyi sneered, "There are no bad daughters in this world, only bad fathers, right?"
Yu Ruxi turned her head and said, "Of course."
The three members of the Yu family were having a meal in their tent when they suddenly heard the sound of cannon fire in the distance. The three were startled, and a scout rushed in at the opportune moment.
"General, urgent report! Urgent report!"
Yu Fangyi wiped his lips, his thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, and said, "Speak quickly!"
The scout shouted, "The Rakshasa army has launched a surprise attack on the King of Chu's camp! The two armies are engaged in a fierce battle!"
Yu Fangyi lifted the tent flap and rode out. He saw that on the distant battlefield, the night was like a huge black curtain, heavily covering the earth and swallowing everything in the world into endless darkness.
The battle cries were deafening, as if they would overturn the entire world. Flames shot into the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield. The clashing of swords echoed through the night. Blood splattered, staining the soldiers' clothes and faces red.
The battlefield is a dark symphony of blood and fire.
The Raksha army was renowned throughout the continent for its physical prowess, and no one knew what secrets the Raksha army from the City of Joyful Flowing Light possessed. The two sides fought all night long. The King of Chu's army had just fought with the Dahuang army during the day, and was attacked again at night. By the time dawn broke, the Chu army was already in a losing position.
As the smoke cleared, the defeated Chu army, spears in hand, slowly retreated. A gap opened between them, and Feng Tingxiao stepped out. He then slowly turned back to look at Feng Tan, who was being restrained by two soldiers as she walked out.
Feng Tingxiao curled his lips, picked up the hemp rope binding Feng Tan, stretched out his arm to pull her into his embrace, and said to the Luosha Army opposite him, "Send your master here and say that the person he lost is here with me."
As dawn broke, the light pierced through the clouds and fell on Xiao Yinshi's strode approaching figure. His dark eyes lingered on Feng Tan for a moment before turning to Feng Tingxiao, his handsome face expressionless.
Feng Tingxiao chuckled softly as he looked at him, his slender fingers pulling at Feng Tan's bound fingers, yet he pressed the knife against Feng Tan's neck. "Xiao Yinshi, from the first time I saw you, I felt you deserved to die. It was truly a mistake that I failed to kill you back then."
A cool breeze ruffled the strands of hair that had fallen beside Xiao Yinshi's temples, and a mocking expression appeared on his face. "What you shouldn't have done was hold a knife to her neck."
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