Do not kiss the king

Chapter 41

"Your Majesty, the Northwest War..."

"Your Majesty, the frontier defense is lacking, and troops need to be dispatched to stop the enemy army..."

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Several old officials bowed to the young emperor with nervous faces.

And the young emperor strode forward with his back to them, frowning without saying a word.

The emperor has not been in court for three days.

Youtong fell, and Lianzhou also fell after fighting for a day.

The veterans finally waited for him, how could they let him go so easily, they chased him closely, not daring to miss him.

Like a needle piercing his ear, the emperor finally got impatient with being chased, and stopped suddenly,

"enough!"

When he yelled, those old officials knelt down in fright and stopped talking.

"Every day, if you ask me to do this or that, each person has a tone, and each person has a proposal, but you talk about it, which one should I listen to!"

"You go to the east, but he insists on going to the west. If there is a disagreement, hundreds of papers will be written, aren't you tired!"

"I don't know the importance of the war? Do I like to see the border fall!"

He took a deep breath, finally calmed down a little, and his voice became calmer.

"Go down."

"I have my own plan."

Those old ministers turned their heads and looked at each other, and finally shut up obediently and retreated.

Chi Chengqi walked to the pavilion in the imperial garden, and the gold embroidery on the dragon robe glowed in the sun.

He looked at the boat parked on the lake, and remembered that year when the queen took him and sat in the middle of the boat.

"This palace is so big and there are so many people. The only ones who can sit and swim in the lake are your father and this palace."

"Qi'er, if you want to live in this palace, your status is the most important thing."

"With status, others will fear you, respect you, and love you."

said the Queen.

He looked at it like this for a while, his rising emotions stuck in his throat.

When he came back to his senses, the spies he had sent had already arrived.

"Who led the soldiers?"

The spy knelt on the ground with a calm tone,

"Reporting to the emperor, the rebel may be King Jin."

King Jin, King Jin...

Hearing this name, some long-lost memory became hot, swelled, and scalded around in his head.

He raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, then quickly closed it again, his pupils throbbed violently,

"I saw him die with my own eyes."

"I, with my own hands, sniffed his breath."

"Resurrection from the dead, how is it possible..."

Unless, that wild wolf who grew up in the frontier already knew his inevitable end.

Unless, his identity as a shield has long been exposed under his eager ambition.

Chi Chengqi's legs were a little weak, and he almost fell to the ground in embarrassment.

The most impossible things in this world have happened.

So how many puzzles, how many shackles that are difficult to break free, were wrapped around him by Chi Jinnian himself.

Mother, my second elder brother, how much hatred did he grow up with...

And am I really capable of contending with him?

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Ruan Yuan opened his eyes when he heard the sound, but before he could react, a white figure rushed into the curtain.

Then she lightened up and fell into his arms.

"Master Gu!"

Ruan Yuan woke up completely, was carried by him and ran out of the tent, only then did he see the fire outside.

Mars fluttered in the air, a few sporadically drilled into the bottom of the eyes, but set off a magma of memories.

He remembered the raging flames in Luozhou City that night, the prince rushing into the flames alone, the people's shouts, and the lost lives of those important people in his life.

He tightened his fingers around Gu Cong's neck, and the touch of Bi Yao's cold hand was still echoing on his fingertips.

Tears scratched his cheeks, hot.

His body trembled slightly following Gu Cong's galloping pace, he looked at the panicked soldiers, at the barracks engulfed in flames, thought of Chi Jinnian's face, and bit his lower lip tightly.

Suddenly, several strange figures bypassed the flames and ran straight towards them.

Nervous, he grabbed the clothes on Gu Cong's shoulders,

"Master Gu, someone... has caught up..."

Then he felt the pace under him quicken, and a white tail suddenly appeared behind Gu Cong.

Gu Cong's fingertips holding his thigh became sharp and a little painful, but he didn't care so much, the will to survive suddenly awakened in the same accelerated pace of those figures.

He must live.

Only by being alive can we see Chi Jinnian.

The sky-reaching fire was getting farther and farther away. Suddenly, Gu Cong's footsteps stopped, and his body was led by him to jump up.

Ruan Yuan took a deep breath, and when he realized it, he was already sitting on a branch of a Populus euphratica tree.

Gu Cong looked at him, his eyes shining slightly in the night.

"Princess, wait for me."

Before he finished speaking, he jumped out like an arrow, and jumped straight towards the direction of the pursuers.

Immediately afterwards, there was a horrific sound of clothes being torn and flesh being opened, mixed with footsteps stepping heavily in the yellow sand.

Ruan Yuan hugged the tree trunk tightly, with his heart in his throat.

The leaves blocked the view, and he didn't even know who was being torn apart.

But no matter who it is, it cannot be Gu Cong.

Suddenly, a strange and dignified aura appeared behind him, and before he could exclaim in surprise, he stretched out a hand to his face and covered his mouth.

His whole body trembled as if he had been struck by lightning, his stomach twitched, something surged up repeatedly, and he was so frightened that he almost wanted to vomit.

The nails on that hand were also pointed and long.

It's a demon.

At this moment, a voice stuck to the ear and pierced the nerves, causing the heart to vibrate.

That was Fang Shiyun's unique voice.

"Yinger."

"I'm here to pick you up."

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"Brother Fang, will you marry a wife and have children in the future?"

Under the eaves of Fangfu, there are two little dolls, one tall and one short.

One of them had long hair coiled, a beaded hairpin on his head, and in his hand was holding a dumpling that Mistress Fang had made for him.

"Get a wife..."

"Ying'er, can I marry you?"

The young master was not very old, but he looked upright like a son, and he looked at the beautiful child next to him very seriously.

The pretty child trembled, and the ball fell to the ground.

He turned his face away, but his cheeks were flushed red.

The atmosphere fell into silence, only the rain left on the edge of the room last night fell, tick-tock.

"Brother Fang."

"I'm a man, so I can't marry you."

"However, if I can stay with you for the rest of my life, even if I can't be Mrs. Fang, what's the point?"

Memories wrapped around the branches, and the moment the skins of the two touched each other, a heavy flint was cast on each heart.

Fang Shiyun's fingertips trembled when he smelled the fragrance of his hair, but she was afraid of hurting him.

Ying'er, you are a man and cannot marry, but why did you marry him.

Fang Shiyun was distracted for a while, the young master took this opportunity to push him with all his strength, the movement was so loud that he almost destroyed the whole branch.

Then the young master's center of gravity was unstable, and he fell back like he fell from the Changping Bridge before.

Fang Shiyun's pupils tightened, and he stretched his arms forward without hesitation.

He didn't catch it last time, and that's why his beloved young master fell into the arms of the Northerners.

But this time, he firmly supported the young master's waist.

It's a pity that it's too difficult to undo what happened.

Two people fell from the tree, one panicked with disgust, the other spread out abrupt black wings, calm, but was pierced by the young master's disgust.

"princess!"

A man's howl was heard not far away, and the two turned their heads sideways, and saw a white figure approaching crazily in the desert surrounded by night.

The two who had finally gotten close, one of them raised his leg suddenly, wanting to escape, to escape from the prison that this memory had placed on them.

"Master Gu!"

Ruan Yuan yelled, but Fang Shiyun grabbed his body and easily locked him in his arms.

"Yinger!"

"Look clearly! He's a demon!"

"Both he and the King Jin are not good people!"

Accompanied by frantic struggles, Ruan Yuan turned around without thinking, and his ruthless eyes stabbed at Fang Shiyun's face like a knife.

"Aren't you a demon too!"

Fang Shiyun froze for a moment, then was suddenly pulled from memory to reality and smashed to pieces.

Yes, he now has a pair of black wings and a long scar on his face.

It must be ugly and creepy.

So his little son feared him and hated him.

But everything he did was for this young man, and it was impossible for him to let this young man fall into the trap of those two northerners.

The more the young master struggled, the tighter his hands tightened.

The few monsters who fell on the ground got up and grabbed the crazy Gu Cong tremblingly.

And Fang Shiyun ignored the crying of the young man in his arms, and with a flap of his wings, the two of them rode the night wind of the desert forward.

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The author has something to say:

Ruan Yuan: "I'm a little tired today, I don't want to talk." [Ling]

Fang Shiyun: "Then let me tell you, congratulations on getting a beauty home."

Author Jun: "Why do I have the feeling of looking directly at the king of the mountain marrying his wife..."