Chapter 45 Chapter 45 “Even if I need to please the Lord with my body,…
"I have drunk too much immortal wine and am truly exhausted. I am worried about losing my composure in front of the palace, so I came out to dispel the alcohol."
The explanation given by Yingluo was very reasonable, and could even be said to be in sync with Jiuzhao's.
but--
She clearly remembered that Yingluo used to be able to drink much better than she was.
As drunkenness filled his mind, this tiny doubt quickly disappeared like a wave.
A few feet away, the shadows of the trees swayed, and Ying Luo walked around the bushes. Her tall figure was bathed in the moonlight, and her light complexion and light clothes made her look even more beautiful.
Seeing that the crown prince was resting here without avoiding him, it was obvious that he had something to say.
Jiu Zhao simply stopped and sat on the grass facing the gentle lake breeze.
Sure enough, after coming to her side, Yingluo sat down.
Her cheerful voice echoed in Jiu Zhao's ears: "I still remember when I was studying at Changye Academy, there was also a beautiful lake there. During lunch break after classes, Your Highness loved sitting by the lake with me, eating and chatting."
When the other party mentioned the past, Jiu Zhao's expression changed.
She also wanted to ask some questions about what happened during the Immortal Examination.
Sometimes alcohol can be a hindrance, but other times it's the perfect medium, melting away the awkwardness that lingered in her throat. She rested her hands on the back of her neck and asked casually, "That day, you said you always considered me a friend. But were you sincere?"
Yingluo wasn't surprised Jiuzhao would mention this. She smiled slightly and asked, "Your Highness, do you think I'm sincere or insincere?"
"How did I know this?"
Jiu Zhao frowned and lowered his voice, "If I had known, I wouldn't have been fooled around by you at school..."
Although the words were accusatory, the knot in her heart gradually dissipated, and her mumbling became more like a complaint that was almost coquettish.
Ying Luo's heart softened, and she only wished she could transcend the status of monarch and subject and reach out to touch her head: "Of course it's sincere."
"Okay, you said it sincerely."
Now that I have come to this, there are some issues that I have to address.
Under the soft moonlight, the conversation finally came to a lingering memory. Jiu Zhao hugged his knees, his body unconsciously defensive, his eyes fixed on the ripples on the distant lake. "Since you consider me a good friend, then answer me why you always tried to sow discord between me and my other friends. And, before my wedding to Fuxu, why did you come all the way to tell me that he had intended to marry Xihai?"
No one is perfect in the world, even gods have their own flaws.
Everything else can be forgiven, but these two points are thorns in Jiu Zhao's heart, making her hate Ying Luo from then on.
She had been worried about it for thousands of years, and if Yingluo had not sacrificed herself to help her during the immortal test, she would never have confessed it so openly.
Ying Luo still had an expression of expected expectation, not a trace of shame on her face. "I never tried to stir up trouble. Everything I did was for Your Highness. As for the God of Fuxu, I simply believe that marriage is a major event in life, and Your Highness needs to know the background—"
She paused, her voice softening, but her demeanor shifted from her usual gentleness to a solemn and serious one. "Your Highness, don't you understand? In your position, if you make the wrong friends or fall in love with the wrong person, you could face irreparable destruction at any moment."
Jiu Zhao's thoughts went blank for a moment.
Her previous questioning seemed clear and logical, but in fact, her increasingly heavy brain had confused her judgment.
Finally, she decided to give up on Fuxu for now: "Who gives you the right to decide who is good and who is bad for me? I have never said anything good or bad about the friends you interact with... In the end, you have done so much just to make me trust you alone."
Ying Luo didn't deny it. Her smile was filled with an uncomfortable, yet inexplicable joy: "That's because Your Highness and I are different."
"What's the difference?"
Jiu Zhao asked without thinking.
"I never open my heart to those people. The only one I can treat sincerely is Your Highness, but Your Highness is full of enthusiasm for everyone."
Jiu Zhao heard the same answer again.
She always felt that it had happened before in a similar scene, and the object seemed to be Yingluo, but also seemed to be someone else.
Jiu Zhao was even more drunk from the aftereffects of the wine. She burped lightly, still unwilling to accept it: "So, so? How can you be like this? I am passionate about others, so what? Do you want me to be with you forever and ever--"
"Isn't it strange? We are not, we are not husband and wife."
When she said the word "husband and wife", Yingluo's usually calm eyes suddenly became straight.
Yingluo couldn't help but think that not only Jiuzhao was about to get drunk, but she herself was also about to get drunk.
Husband and wife, what a desirable word.
Who knew that a long, long time ago, her dreams were all of her and Jiu Zhao getting married.
Under the beautiful moon, the man who longed for her day and night sat beside her.
His eyes were unfocused, like spring water disturbed by the wind.
Her thin red lips were slightly parted, releasing an alluring fragrance with every word she spoke.
After spending thousands of years together, Yingluo knows Jiuzhao too well.
She knew that even if she leaned over and kissed him, and lied that it was just an illusion, Jiu Zhao would still believe it.
Falling into Jiuzhao's rare softness, Yingluo's self-control, which she was proud of, gradually collapsed.
She leaned closer to Jiu Zhao, looked into his unfocused eyes, and somehow changed her name: "Zhao Zhao, actually I——"
Jiu Zhao's face suddenly moved closer.
Her movements were so quick that by the time Ying Luo realized that her lips were brushed by something, a soft and heavy human figure had already appeared in her half-open arms.
"Your Highness, Your Highness."
Faced with Jiuzhao's excessive enthusiasm, Yingluo's heart was beating like a drum and she even started to stutter.
She lifted Jiu Zhao's shoulders with her trembling hands, only to find that her long eyelashes covered her eyes.
Jiu Zhao was so drunk that he fell asleep.
“…”
Helpless, Yingluo sighed and had to give up the idea of confessing her feelings.
She embraced Jiu Zhao, and made her movements as gentle as possible, caressing her lips greedily again and again.
With her long breaths, Jiu Zhao's teeth opened slightly, and transparent saliva unconsciously moistened her white fingertips.
"Your Highness, you clearly said you hated me, yet you still appeared drunk in front of me without any defense.
"How can I be at ease with you being so naive?
"How can Fuxu, who only knows how to march and fight and has no understanding of romance, take good care of you..."
Yingluo murmured.
She closed her fingers, feeling the stickiness between them.
As he spoke, he was about to bend down.
However, a silent and visible light suddenly enveloped the body in his arms, rejecting Ying Luo's approach.
Jiu Zhao was still asleep, unaware of this. Ying Luo subconsciously folded her arms, trying to hold her back, but the divine light, as if enraged, violently shook her hands away, then lifted Jiu Zhao up and flew behind the shadow of a nearby tree.
Fuxu's hidden figure suddenly appeared.
Divine light surrounded Jiu Zhao, floating quietly in the air in front of him.
His face was as gloomy as water, and he stared at Ying Luo coldly for a moment, then he put one hand on her shoulders, supported her knees with the other, and embraced his lost and found love in his arms.
The divine power dissipated, and only the moon hanging in the sky silently witnessed this bloodless confrontation.
"Ji Zong, please respect yourself."
Fuxu finally spoke.
Although he knew that Jiu Zhao was in a deep sleep and most likely couldn't hear their conversation, he still used his divine power to seal her five senses.
Ying Luo remained kneeling, not rising. She slowly raised her head, her expression composed and composed, save for a hint of infatuated blush beneath her eyelids. "As a good friend, I was merely chatting with His Highness Jiu Zhao under the moon. How could there be the 'self-respect' that the High God mentioned?"
"Over the years, you've taken advantage of your female identity to scheme for what you've done. You know best."
Unwilling to play along with Ying Luo, Fu Xu simply exposed the truth directly.
"Are you jealous, High God?" Ying Luo twirled her saliva-drenched fingertips again, chuckling softly as she reminded him, "You should know that obsession can easily breed inner demons, and excessive inner demons can lead to a fall from divine realm. High God, you better take good care of yourself."
Fuxu noticed the little gesture she made for him to see. He glanced at Jiuzhao's lips without leaving any trace. Seeing that there seemed to be a little bit of water on them, his anger rose rapidly. "Whether you are obsessed or not, it is not your turn, Princess Zong. I hope you can understand the rules that a minister should abide by."
"Rules, what rules are you referring to, God?" Ying Luo feigned confusion, tilting her head. "I only know that as a minister, I must fulfill my duties to my sovereign. I'm willing to sacrifice my heart and soul, not to mention my life. Even if I have to sacrifice my body to please my sovereign, I'm happy to do so."
Seeing the other party being so shameless, Fu Xu's eyebrows jumped: "Jiu Zhao and I have already been married, there is no need for Zong Ji to sacrifice her body."
"Yeah?"
Ying Luo asked again with a half-smile, "I think the God has forgotten that Your Highness is the Crown Prince—my father married several concubines besides my mother, let alone the future Three Pure Ones Divine Emperor?
"This is His Highness Jiu Zhao's right. Does the Supreme God want to stop it?"
She refuted Fuxu three times in succession, which irritated Fuxu so much that the anger in his eyes turned into a sharp blade, almost wanting to cut her into pieces.
But under his irrational emotions, he had to admit that the other party was right.
The Three Pure Ones served as God Emperors, but Jiuzhao's father, Sichen, was an outlier. He only married the Phoenix Queen Tai'e, a traitor to her clan, and after her death, he refused to appoint a successor, which eventually laid the hidden danger of not having close ties with the Four God Kings and the major tribes.
Jiu Zhao was a rare female among the crown princes, and because of her spoiled personality, there were few people around her, so Fu Xu chose to ignore this.
Ying Luo's heart was unexpectedly stung, and he almost used all his strength to calmly point out: "The Crown Prince has the right to take a concubine, but what does this have to do with Princess Zong? If you want to go beyond the friendship and beg for love, how confident are you that Jiu Zhao will agree?"
Now, it was Yingluo's turn to stop smiling and look gloomy.
She looked back at Fuxu with the same cold gaze, but she knew in her heart that she had postponed everything until after the birthday party because she had no confidence at all.
"Then I wish the Supreme God and His Highness Jiu Zhao a long and happy marriage."
After a while, she squeezed out a word coldly from between her teeth.
…
Although he seemed to have won the game, Fuxu did not show any joy.
He sent someone to bid farewell to the God Emperor, and returned to Lihentian with Jiuzhao in his arms.
After placing her on the bed in the bedroom, Fu Xu waved away the two maids who wanted to come up to serve her.
He half-knelt on the ground and personally helped her take off her shoes and socks, took off her outer robe, and removed the divine light that blocked her five senses.
After doing all this, Fuxu also had his own thoughts to sort out.
He stood up and walked out, and the jade belt around his waist was tightened by a finger.
"Ying, Yingluo, we haven't made our point clear yet. I won't let you leave..."
Jiu Zhao woke up at some point, his eyes half closed and half open, his mouth full of confused drunken talk.
Fuxu's heart twitched again when she mentioned Yingluo's name.
After all, although he provoked Ying Luo so much before, he actually had no chance of winning at all.
Jiu Zhao was born without proper guidance. Although he has a burning passion, he is ignorant of love.
It seems that as long as you stay with her forever, no matter whether you are a man or a woman, she will give you all her love.
That's why I was hurt so deeply by Lan Qi.
That's why I couldn't let go of the grudge I had with Yingluo because they were drifting apart.
Thinking of this, the warning from the God Emperor and the scene of Jiu Zhao resolutely going to his death for him once again intertwined in his mind.
The footsteps of leaving stopped, Fuxu turned around and looked at Jiuzhao with mixed feelings: "There is no Yingluo here, I am Fuxu."
"Help, help Xu."
Jiu Zhao repeated the name with a large tongue like a parrot. Her thoughts, which had been fixed on a certain time period, became active. She muttered to herself in confusion, "Strange, Fuxu, shouldn't Fuxu be fighting in the army? How could there be Fuxu in Changye Academy..."
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