(I won't ever write such words again. It's too tiring. Of course, if I only wanted it to be romantic and smooth, I should be able to write it better. The problem is that I can't write it like that. I mainly want to control the whole process and not say a word that shouldn't be said. It's too difficult, but I tried my best. I think everyone can see that. As for those who really had the same interest in details, you can just look at Jiang Shan and the secret. Those are the true experts …
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Not too much, not too little. It was just a drop of tear. Fan Xian looked at this scene and couldn't help but shake his head, but he couldn't say anything. He felt around for a moment and found a silk handkerchief from his clothes. He put it next to the little Emperor's face. He gently dipped it in the water.
The little Emperor was startled and immediately recovered her calm with a shocking speed. Her bare arms easily slid into her plain white clothing. Her black hair fell to her shoulders, and her expression was calm. There was no longer any charm. Paired with her indifferent eyes, she gave off a sense of antiquity that was unique to Shangjing.
She gazed at Fan Xian calmly until his hair stood on end. Only then did she slowly say, "Help me comb my hair."
After saying this, she turned her body. Her smooth neck, thin back, and jet-black hair faced Fan Xian's eyes. She took out a Cang Shan wood comb from somewhere and placed it in Fan Xian's hands.
In this world, as long as a woman was married, there would always be a very complicated hair-combing ceremony on the morning of the second day. Wealthy families would naturally have a nanny or a high-status servant to take care of it. If it was a poor family, then the mother-in-law would personally comb the daughter-in-law's hair.
The Northern Qi Emperor probably had no chance of marrying. As a woman, it had to be said to be a kind of tragedy. In such a deep night, she wanted Fan Xian to comb her hair for her.
Fan Xian accepted the comb and slowly began to move his arm, allowing the well-spaced wooden teeth to slide through the jet-black hair. The little Emperor's black hair gradually smoothed out. Fan Xian's heart and hers also gradually became clear.
Fan Xian knew how to embroider and comb hair. He was a good man in the boudoir. In a moment, he had combed the little Emperor's hair into a style that was clearly different from that of a virgin. It was also not the style of a mature woman. Borrowing the faint moonlight shining through the window, the little Emperor looked at herself in the mirror for a while. She seemed to be very satisfied with Fan Xian's handiwork.
During the process of combing their hair, the two of them did not say a word, each deep in thought. It seemed that for a time, neither of them knew how to deal with the situation between them. A moment later, Fan Xian broke the silence and asked, "Why me?"
This question was not about today, not about state affairs, not about the last sentence the little emperor said in a drunken manner. It was only pointing to that summer several years ago, to that small temple in that summer. In this generation of the Northern Qi royal Zhan family, other than a few princesses, there was only this cross-dressing little Emperor. If they wanted to continue the bloodline of the Northern Qi royal family for a long time, the little Emperor needed a child of her own.
Even if she had to take a great risk, she still wanted to give birth to a child of her own. That was why, on that summer night a few years ago, Haitang Duoduo had stopped at nothing to enchant Fan Xian in that temple.
Fan Xian only wanted to confirm one thing. Why did Zhan Doudou, the little Emperor, choose him to become the target of the seed? Perhaps in some people's eyes, becoming a stud horse was humiliating, but Fan Xian did not feel this way. His mother in this life seemed to have done something similar many years ago. Furthermore, to become a stud horse, it meant that the horse's bloodline was excellent and powerful. Was this another form of recognition?
The little Emperor sat silently in front of him and didn't reply for a long time. Suddenly, she said, "Your hair is a mess. I'll comb it for you."
Fan Xian did not refuse. He handed over the comb and sat quietly by the bed. The little Emperor half knelt on the bed and used her knees to crawl behind Fan Xian with great difficulty. She began to comb his hair.
The little Emperor's posture was very obedient. Kneeling behind Fan Xian and leaning slightly against him, she truly looked like a little wife.
However, her hands were not very nimble. As someone who had been an Emperor from birth, she was indeed worthy of the evaluation of not working in all four limbs. She had never done anything, much less something as technical as combing hair.
The wooden comb slid through Fan Xian's long black hair with great difficulty. Occasionally, it tangled together, making Fan Xian furrow his brows slightly. He didn't make a sound to remind her. He only remained silent. He combed the little Emperor's hair to sort out her slightly chaotic heart after their first love and to comfort her extravagant hopes of marrying someone. The little Emperor combed his hair because she wanted to appear more like a normal wife.
The little Emperor knelt behind him and combed her hair earnestly and incompetently. Her gaze lowered slightly and landed on the edge of the bed beside Fan Xian's hand. There were a few thin needles arranged closely there. They glowed with a different light. Some were poisonous, some were not.
When they had been intimate earlier, she had already noticed that Fan Xian had carefully removed these items from his hair.
She couldn't see Fan Xian's face and could only look at his back. The little Emperor's expression relaxed greatly. It made her feel at ease to be able to not let Fan Xian see her expression. In that instant, a faint affection and infatuation surged into the little Emperor's eyes. Although it immediately became calm, it still revealed the true affection she had for this young man in the depths of her heart.
This was also what Fan Xian didn't understand. Why had he been chosen? Did the little Emperor really like him?
"Your bloodline is very good." The little Emperor lowered her head slightly. Her bangs gently swayed in front of her forehead. "Since I am going to have a child, of course, I hope to find a good father for the child."
"What is so good about my bloodline?" Fan Xian felt the comb stop on his head. Slowly, he said, "The blood of the Qing royal family flows in my body. Are you willing to let such a child become the future ruler of Northern Qi?"
The little Emperor started slightly and began to move the comb again with some difficulty. In a quiet voice, she said, "At that time, Duoduo, Lili, and I did not know you were the Qing Emperor's illegitimate child."
"Then, what exactly do you see in me?" Fan Xian smiled bitterly and slowly lowered his head. Using the bright and cunning moonlight, he looked at the little Emperor's smooth leg beside his waist stretching out from under the white clothing. His back was very warm and soft. It felt good.
The little Emperor sighed. As she combed her hair, she said, "This matter can't be hidden from you. If I said I saw the Tianmai bloodline, it wouldn't make sense."
"Of course, it wouldn't make sense," Fan Xian replied calmly. "At that time, no one knew my mother's surname was Ye."
The little Emperor was silent for a long time. Suddenly, she said, "You haven't written Story of the Stone in many years."
"Yes." Fan Xian was absent-minded. He seemed to think of the two years when their relationship was very harmonious. Every time he wrote a chapter in Jingdou, he would use the Overwatch Council's fast horses to send it to Northern Qi's Shangjing and into the little Emperor's hands.
The first people in this world to recognize that he had written the Story of the Stone was Haitang Duoduo and this little Emperor. The call of Grandmaster Cao in the Palace at night had given Fan Xian a great fright. At that time, he had always thought that this little Emperor was just a bit frightening. He had not imagined that the body under the dragon robe was an enchanting woman.
"I once told you that I liked Banxianzhai poetry," the little Emperor said calmly with a slight twitch of her lips.
Fan Xian made another sound of acknowledgment.
"Also, you don't look bad."
"Your personality can be considered straightforward. You don't look like a typical corrupt scholar."
The little Emperor lightly said a few words that made Fan Xian sink into silence. He knew that she was using these three sentences to express a certain meaning. After a long time, he said, "You like me."
The little Emperor thought for a long time and then nodded her head. She didn't care if the back of Fan Xian's head could see this action.
Fan Xian suddenly smiled bitterly and said, "Should I feel honored?"
"I'll allow you to be proud for a moment." The little Emperor's face darkened. Looking at her appearance, it seemed she wanted to bite him again.
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"I remember the words you said in the Royal Palace clearly. First worry about the worries of the world, then rejoice in its happiness. I just don't believe whether the world you speak of is truly the world or just the world of the Qing Kingdom." The little Emperor was silent for a moment and then spoke quietly. It was as if she wanted to give Fan Xian an explanation as to why she was willing to pay any price to defeat Fan Xian.
Fan Xian accepted this explanation because he had thought about it for a long time. It was impossible for him to win the trust of the Northern Qi court. No one would believe that the illegitimate child of the Qing Emperor was truly an internationalist, particularly someone as intelligent and powerful as the little Emperor.
He suddenly turned and looked calmly at her close at hand. The two of them were very close. They could feel each other's heartbeat and the heat of each other's breath. He looked at the youth between her brows and suddenly had a thought. He remembered that she was actually just a little girl.
"You're an idiot." Fan Xian's words were very direct. "Since you were prepared to invest in me many years ago, then you have to continue. I said this in the afternoon. If Ku He knew what you're doing now, he would certainly die of anger again."
The little Emperor's expression changed. It became solemn and slightly angry.
Fan Xian didn't care about any of this. Coldly, he said, "You are my woman. From now on, give up your unrealistic fantasies. Don't try to control me. Don't try to use the method of killing me to disrupt the arrangements of everything in the world. In the future, all you need to do is cooperate with me. "
The little Emperor's eyes lit up. It was not joy but anger. From birth until now, she had never met anyone who dared to speak to her in such a tone. Furthermore, it was said so naturally.
"You are an extraordinary woman, but in the end, you are still a woman." For some reason, Fan Xian suddenly thought of the Eldest Princess who had died in Taiping Courtyard. His voice became slightly warmer. "You and the empress dowager have put on a show for so many years and successfully tricked the Eldest Princess, me, and even the Emperor into thinking that there were problems within the Northern Qi court. It made me think that the words by the ancient path in the pavilion had any great meaning."
He smiled self-mockingly and said, "I have put in too much effort for this, so I will not allow you to destroy all of this."
"I am not someone to be threatened." The little Emperor's expression became cold. She thought that Fan Xian was going to return to the original topic.
"I would never threaten my own woman." Fan Xian suddenly stretched out his hand and gently played with the bangs on her forehead. Gently, he said, "However, my woman must listen to me."
Earlier, when the little Emperor had woken up from her drunken stupor, her first words had pierced straight into Fan Xian's heart. My country is your country. If it was a normal person in Fan Xian's position, they would probably have a terrible headache. However, he was not the same. From a long time ago, he knew that his actions were far from the ideals of the people in this world. He was mentally prepared for this.
Since it was his country, it had to be controlled by him. Even the Northern Qi Emperor had to submit to his will. Conquering the ruler of a country seemed to be something that could never be done. However, conquering a woman, and a woman who liked him at that, no matter how determined her will was or how powerful she was, he could still find a sliver of a chance.
A new ruler brought a new court of officials. This was a process of conquering and being conquered. Fan Xian only hoped that since they had this brief relationship, she could become more feminine.
However, the development of the situation seemed to have broken away from Fan Xian's control. The little Emperor looked at him calmly. There was not a trace of tiredness or dependence after venting. There was only eagerness and dissatisfaction. Fan Xian looked at her eyes nervously. He didn't know what she would do next.
"You are my man. Why can't you listen to me?" The little Emperor looked at Fan Xian calmly with a slight smile in her eyes.
Without waiting for Fan Xian to speak, she gently bit her lower lip and moved closer to his ear. "How about we fight again and listen to whoever wins?"
The two of them were hugging each other without a gap between them. Suddenly hearing these words, Fan Xian's heart jumped. He thought to himself, Who's afraid of a fight between witches?
This was the little Emperor's first taste of a man and a woman. Additionally, she had a strong personality and was not afraid of pain. She was only curious and happy. Fan Xian, on the other hand, was attracted by her identity, as well as the stubbornness hidden in her bones. They both felt this kind of challenge was very exciting. It was like the meeting of dry wood and raging fire. They both thirsted for each other's bodies.
It was truly shameless to use a matter of national importance as an excuse to mess around. A rare charm flashed through the little Emperor's eyes. Fan Xian's hand tightened and they fought again.
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In the Sword Hut near the seaside, the sky brightened very early. It was still early in the night, but faint morning light spilled into the grass hut. Under the large bed, the two people slowly woke up. They were so tired that they could barely open their eyes. The little Emperor was exhausted but happy. She curled up in Fan Xian's arms to catch up on sleep. Last night's madness had perfectly made up for Zhan Doudou's many years of spiritual regret. It made her finally realize that being a woman seemed to be a happy thing. However, it had also drained all of the energy in her body.
It was clear that Fan Xian, who had obtained the final victory, was even more tired. He opened his eyes and looked at the eaves above his head. An absurd feeling suddenly rose in his heart. Such a thing as conquering had, in the end, fallen to the matter of a brother in bed. Yan Bingyun's mocking words that year had now become reality.
If Sir Yan junior saw this scene and knew the details, he would probably jump down from the Overwatch Council in shock.
Was this the legendary "swinging a stick around the world"? Fan Xian thought self-mockingly. He lowered his head to look at the woman in his arms with slightly red cheeks. Last night had been crazy. In the end, this female Emperor's outer shell of concealment had been shattered by him and she had become a true woman. As for Fan Xian's hard work, it was not worth talking about to others.
A strange light suddenly flashed through his eyes. Lifting the covers, he randomly threw on a robe and walked to the door.
The little Emperor woke up. She was confused and shocked. She didn't know what had happened.
The sound of footsteps came to the door. The sword boy's respectful voice rang out. After he left, he carefully opened the door and brought back a large basin of hot water and all kinds of snacks, as well as some tools for washing up.
Looking at this scene, the little Emperor half sat on the bed. Her expression became serious. After the madness came clarity. She finally understood what she had done last night and what it represented. Most importantly, this place was not the Northern Qi Royal Palace. It was also not the legendary Taiping Courtyard that Fan Xian had heavily guarded. Rather, it was a relatively unfamiliar place.
The Sword Hut.
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Given Fan Xian's realm, he did not have to worry about someone eavesdropping. Last night, when the little Emperor had indulged herself, she had not considered this problem. However, the arrival of the sword boy and the large basin of hot water made the little Emperor remember clearly that the person living in the Sword Hut was no one else but a Great Grandmaster.
Although the Sword Hut was large and the courtyard was deep, there were still sounds during the madness last night. Although Sigu Jian was heavily injured and on the verge of death, since he was able to easily force back Lang Tiao and Yun Zhilan, presumably his cultivation was still there. It should not be difficult for him to hear clearly what had happened in this room.
The Northern Qi Emperor was a woman. It was one thing for Fan Xian to know this secret. After all, he was the little Emperor's first and second, and perhaps the only man in her life. If other people knew, the little Emperor didn't know what terrifying fate would await her after she lost all standing and reputation.
Under such a powerful impact, her face only became solemn and not deathly pale. This was already extraordinary and extremely valiant.
Fan Xian did not look at her expression. With a slight smile, he brought the hot water to the side of the bed and began to help her scrub. He knew it was difficult for her to move.
After this night, the distance between the two of them had long reached a negative. It was not just physically, but also psychologically. During these short intervals, the two guests of the Sword Hut did not have anything else to do. Other than combing their hair, holding hands, and picking at their palms and thighs, they could only talk.
They talked about each other's strange and strange lives, their childhoods that were different from everyone else in the world, how men dressed as women, how men looked like women, how they deceived the world to gain fame, how they sat on the throne, how they bathed, how they copied poetry, and so on.
The little Emperor and Fan Xian were equals. They seriously discussed each other's lives to see what things the other had done inappropriately. From the other's wisdom, they searched for an opportunity to make up for it.
The night passed. The two of them had not yet turned white, but they were like old friends. They had not yet turned white, but their hearts were set. Other than the rubbing of the man and woman's bodies, there was also a kind of spiritual connection and comfort, as well as an exceptionally stimulating feeling of challenge, rippling through their hearts.
The little Emperor pulled up the thin blanket to cover her chest and stared at Fan Xian. Lowering her voice, she said angrily, "What if Sigu Jian finds out? I … I … have said many times to … to … to … to … be gentler! "
Hearing these words, Fan Xian, who had put down the basin of water and was drinking tea to moisten his throat, almost spat it out. He walked to the side of the bed and gently grabbed her chin to stroke it. In an even voice, he said, "The old man is about to die. Even if he guesses something, we won't admit it. What is there to be afraid of?"
The situation was very strange. The little Emperor coldly slapped his hand down and said, "If my identity is exposed, you know how big of a disaster it will be."
Fan Xian fell silent. He knew that if the news that the Northern Qi Emperor was a woman got out, the world would probably fall into chaos. The Qing Kingdom would not let go of this opportunity and would certainly use it to send out troops.
"I've said many times that you have to trust me and cooperate with me. Leave all future matters to me." He placed his hands on the little Emperor's bare shoulders and pressed them down slightly. In a sincere and unquestionable tone, he spoke.
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The aces outside the Sword Hut had already endured an entire night. The torches were gradually extinguished. Lang Tiao and the other Northern Qi aces stared coldly at the door of the Sword Hut. They didn't know how the Emperor was inside and if he had suffered any harm. If he was not worried about Fan Xian or Sigu Jian going crazy, Lang Tiao would not have waited patiently outside the hut. He would have long led everyone in.
Sigu Jian had already expressed his attitude. The disciples of the Sword Hut did not charge in, but they were shocked. They didn't know what had happened in the Hut during this long night.
As time passed, the patience of the people outside grew thinner and thinner. Yun Zhilan silently watched Lang Tiao's gaze. He knew that if the Sword Hut still didn't give an explanation, they would immediately attack the Hut again. In a few days, the Northern Qi army would probably also enter Dongyi.
"Since my teacher has made his stance clear, he will not let the Emperor suffer any harm. Even if he is with Fan Xian, my teacher will not allow the Qing people to show any disrespect to the Emperor in his eyes."
Yun Zhilan said in a heavy voice.
Lang Tiao's mood relaxed slightly. Given Sigu Jian's Grandmaster position and the situation in Dongyi, he would not just watch as his Emperor was humiliated. After all, it was Sigu Jian who had invited them to open the Hut.
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Lang Tiao was no longer worried about the Emperor's safety. He had not thought that in one night, the Emperor had already been bullied into a woman. Sigu Jian, that strange old creature, would not just watch as Fan Xian killed the Northern Qi Emperor. If the Northern Qi Emperor and Fan Xian were willing to fight and create chaos, this Great Grandmaster would not be able to do anything.
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