"Woof! Woof woof! "The shepherd dog barked wildly to report to its master.
Inside the tattered yurt, its master, Zhuoli Getu, was lying there motionless. What was there to see? The grasslands had been burned by an unknown enemy, the cattle and sheep had been stolen by the defeated Wa La soldiers, and even his woman.
Just the day before yesterday, a strange group had passed through their tribe. That group consisted of all kinds of people: people from the Central Plains, Hu from the Western Regions, and even the golden-haired Ross people from the far northwest. This group also seemed to be extremely ferocious people, because all of them had murderous expressions on their faces, and many of them had wounds and blood on their bodies.
Zhuoli Getu believed that they were a group of horse bandits, but even such a group of horse bandits could not help but show a look of pity when they saw the miserable state of their tribe and the rotting corpses strewn all over the ground. They did not kill Zhuoli Getu, nor did they steal his only horse. Just like that, they silently turned their horses around and left his tribe.
He had nothing now, except for the bag of grain buried under the tattered yurt. This bag of grain was his only hope for survival, and this bag of grain was also his benefactor who had saved his life. He had left the yurt and rode a horse to a faraway place to exchange lambs for grain. That was how he had avoided a disaster of looting and killing. His entire tribe was finished.
No! And that horse that had come back!
Thinking of this, the half-dead Zhuoli Getu suddenly jumped up. Was the wolf coming? If this horse died, he would not even be able to escape from this vast grasslands.
Staggering out of the tattered yurt that was leaking air on all sides, Zhuoli Getu almost ran into the arms of the person who had come.
Zhuoli Getu was not thin, but that person was even more burly. Most importantly, his aura was as strong as a mountain. In comparison, Zhuoli Getu seemed much smaller and wretched.
There was only one person, leading a horse that was riddled with scars. That person's robe was also tattered and stained with blood. If a person lost so much blood, they would definitely die. Although that person was in a sorry state, he still stood tall and straight like a towering mountain.
"I wonder how many people he has killed." Zhuoli Getu muttered in his heart.
"You are a member of the Horqin tribe?" Boyan Khan had already seen the tragic scene of the entire tribe being plundered and killed. He asked the only survivor in a low voice.
After drifting from place to place and fighting bloody battles for so long, Bayan Mengke had lost a lot of weight. However, a tiger would not fall down even in death. Although he had lost weight, he was even more robust and vigorous, his aura imposing.
Last night, he had buried the last heavily injured guard who had fought his way out from the Horse Gang and escaped all the way here. His beard and hair were messy and tangled, and he was filthy. His battle robes and armor were bloodstained and filthy, but this could not hide the unswerving determination, arrogance, and unyielding light in his eyes.
"Your leader, my good brother, Erduguhai Shanyan, has died in battle, and his son, Bulhai. The Varat Tribe has also suffered great losses, and Sir Gunse has been defeated and killed." Bayan Mengke said in a heavy tone after listening to Zhuo Li Getu's account of how the grassland was burned, how the tribe was plundered, and how the entire tribe was killed.
"But you don't have to be disappointed. The Everlasting Heaven will always protect the truly strong!" Although he looked disheveled, Bayan Mengke's eyes still shone with a cold and resolute light.
"Wala did not become stronger because of this, and I, Bayan Mengke, did not lose to them. The ones who defeated us were the Duoyan Guards and Ming Destiny's army who came to take advantage of us. Ming Destiny's army will not be stationed in the grassland forever. The Duoyan Guards are based in the east, and they cannot control the entire grassland. We still have a chance to make a comeback! Our warriors are gone, but our tribe is still here, and our children are still here. In ten years, we can make a comeback! "
"We … can still … make a comeback?" Zhuo Li Getu said bitterly.
Bayan Mengke's eyes shone brightly. "Why not? When I was seven years old, I was a child bullied by the Wala people. I led our weak tribe, which had no armor or weapons, to become stronger step by step. I drove the Wala people to the far west, and ruled this beautiful grassland. Now, why can't I gather my strength again? "
Bayan Mengke said proudly, full of confidence.
"Zhuo Li Getu, come with me. We will look for other tribes, hide our identities, and accumulate our strength. One day, we will take back everything we have lost. One day, you will take revenge with your own hands, and turn all the enemies who slaughtered your tribe into your slaves.
Zhuo Li Getu, one day, when I become the Khan of the grassland again, as my first follower, I will grant you a large area of grassland and herdsmen, and make you a Taiji Headman! "
Bayan Mengke began the first step of recruiting soldiers. He firmly believed that he could still make a comeback! Perhaps Queen Duoyan and Yang Ying were very happy now, but the one who had the last laugh was the winner, and he, Bayan Mengke, was the one who would definitely have the last laugh!
* * *
It was still early, but because the entire tribe had been burned, and many places were filled with corpses that were not buried, emitting an unpleasant stench. Therefore, the quiet atmosphere around the tribe was filled with an indescribable sense of death.
Zhuo Li Getu walked to the side of a small river. Here, it was not a patch of black ash. Even the burnt grassland had regained its green from the moisture of the soil and water. Some mushrooms quietly burrowed out of the soft grassland.
Picking the mushrooms, Zhuo Li Getu's heart was gloomy.
If it was not for this damn war, if it was not for those inhumane enemies, now, he would be lying in his yurt, eating delicious hand-braised mutton, roasted leg of lamb, milk skin, milk tofu, and drinking horse milk wine. His women would be singing and dancing for him on the carpet, and his children would be laughing around him.
That once familiar and ordinary life had now become an extravagant hope.
The Horqin grassland used to be so fertile, and their tribe used to be so rich. They used to shoot eagles among the white clouds and green grass, graze cattle and sheep, sing songs on horseback, and gallop unhindered. The endless grassland provided them with a beautiful life. What a leisurely life it was.
Why? Why did those headmen and Taiji nobles, who had countless cattle and sheep, who still did not know how to be satisfied, have to constantly drive these herdsmen, who only wanted to live a peaceful life, to kill people in order to plunder more wealth? To be killed?
Zhuo Li Getu, who had always regarded obeying the headmen's orders as a matter of course and never thought about the logic behind it, had already lost his headmen and his tribe. This ordinary, illiterate herdsman had no choice but to think about such a complicated logic.
After a long, long time, Zhuo Li Getu bent his stiff waist, carried the broken wicker basket, and continued to pick the mushrooms …
Fried rice, mushroom soup, there was no other food except for these two things. But for Boyan Mengke, whose stomach was rumbling with hunger, this was the most delicious food in the world. The fragrant mushroom soup, along with the fried rice, was eaten in two big bowls like a whirlwind. Only then did Boyan Mengke notice that Zhuo Li Getu was squatting on the side, staring straight at the flames.
"Zhuo Li Getu, why aren't you eating?" After two big bowls of steaming food, Boyan Mengke was suddenly full of energy. He pulled away the tangled beard on his chin and asked in a clear voice.
"I can't eat …" Zhuo Li Getu shook his head with a gloomy expression.
"Hey, men of the grassland, your will should be as hard as steel, and your mind should be as broad as the grassland. Don't look like you've lost your soul." Boyan Mengke chuckled. "Even a magnificent army can be regained after being lost. As long as you are a real man, you will definitely be able to climb back up after falling. You have no women and children, I will give you more in the future. Your tribe is destroyed, in the future, you, Zhuo Li Getu, can build a tribe ten times larger. "
Zhuo Li Getu smiled bitterly, but did not speak. He picked up a wooden shovel and walked out of the tent with heavy steps.
Boyan Mengke frowned, rather displeased. But his brows only tightened slightly. Thinking of the situation at hand, he only sighed and did not lose his temper. He scooped another big bowl of hot soup for himself, sat there cross-legged, and began to drink.
It was almost dusk, the golden sunlight shone into the tent. Zhuo Li Getu walked back.
Boyan Mengke was sweating profusely on the ground, his broad shoulders firmly pressed against the ground. He vomited a large amount of filth in front of him, but he clutched his stomach, his body twitching but he could not get up. Seeing Zhuo Li Getu come in, Boyan Mengke's eyes brightened, his voice trembling: "Quick, quick save me, my stomach is not feeling well."
As he said this, saliva was already dripping from the corner of his mouth. His muscles were already out of control, the corners of his eyes were twitching, his hands and feet were also trembling.
"It will not be comfortable. The great khan also has a body of flesh and blood, this little poisonous mushroom can poison us lowly shepherds to death, of course it can also poison you to death. "Zhuo Li Getu put the wooden shovel to the side and said coldly.
"You … you …" Boyan Mengke's body twitched, saliva dripping, his trembling finger pointing at Zhuo Li Getu, he began to chuckle. He did not want to laugh, that laughter sounded somewhat unfamiliar, he did not know that it was the effect of the poisonous mushroom. Although he had grown up on the grasslands, but as a high and mighty noble, his knowledge of this kind of small plant was still limited.
Rainbows began to appear in front of his eyes, suddenly flashing, Zhuo Li Getu's figure in front of him became blurry. Boyan Mengke wanted to pounce on him, but he already felt that he could not breathe, his hands touched the ground from the tattered felt, tightly grabbing two handfuls of soil.
"Do you still want to be khan? Do you still want to order us to risk our lives for your so-called heroic aspirations? " Zhuo Li Getu's eyes were spitting fire, he tied a rope around Boyan Mengke's leg: "We only want to live well."
He turned his head, grabbed the wooden shovel, and dragged Bayan Mengke's body out. "Our grasslands have been destroyed, our tribes have been exterminated, and you still want to target more tribes? Are you going to wait for those children to grow up, then send them to the battlefield, destroy their homes, and kill their wives and children?"
Boyan was fiercely pulled, but he still could not suppress his laughter. In front of his eyes, there was only a vast expanse of colourful colours, constantly flickering with all kinds of wonderful patterns. His ears could no longer hear Zhuo Li Getu's voice, what he could vaguely hear was the galloping hooves of thousands of soldiers and horses, the tsunami like shouts, and the miserable cries of the enemies on the verge of death. All kinds of sounds interweaved together, sometimes far, sometimes near, sometimes not...
When he was dragged into a human-shaped pit that had been dug, Boyan suddenly fell in, but he did not feel the slightest pain. His eyes were wide open, and his mouth was wide open as he let out a carefree laugh, completely unaware that death was approaching.
"Great Khan! Go to hell with your greed, plunder, and war! "
When Zhuo Li Getu finished speaking, he shoveled down a shovel of soil.
When a shovel of soil was shoved into his mouth, his laughter faded away in a fit of coughing.
* * *
Yang Ling's army, the Duoyan Guards, and the White Coat Army had won.
The Tartar tribe was completely defeated and had lost the power to resist. The Duoyan Guards could easily take over their territory. Of course, this spoil of war was also shared by the White Coat Army. The Wala tribe had suffered a great loss of vitality and had shrunk to a corner in the northwest. In this battle for supremacy, they had completely lost the right to have a share of the spoils. They could not even continue to firmly control their territory.
Their only regret was that they did not capture Boyan Mengke. This treacherous and vicious wolf of the grasslands had disappeared. Even in the Central Plains where the household registration system was complete, it was as difficult as ascending to heaven to find an incognito criminal, let alone in the grasslands. However, as long as the White Coat Army and the Duoyan Guards successfully took over the Tartar tribe, then even if he was still alive, there was nothing they could do. The search continued.
The news of victory had already reached Ming Destiny's capital and Queen Yinqi's residence. After a short meeting with Yang Ling, Xu Tai left first and returned to the imperial court.
The army passed through a mountain range and was about to enter the Duoyan Guards' territory. Cheng Qiyun took advantage of the fact that Yang Ling was busy with these complicated affairs to discuss with her conspirators and decided to lay her cards on the table here.
This was because the next step was to 'deal' with Queen Yinqi and completely control her in order to increase their bargaining power with the imperial court. Who else could 'deal' with her other than Yang Ling? Now was the time to lay their cards on the table.
The atmosphere in the central tent was tense. There were only two people in the huge tent, Yang Ling and Cheng Qiyun.
Before she could finish her plan, a slap landed on her face. "Kneel down!"
Cheng Qiyun was stunned. Her delicate jade-like cheeks turned red and a trace of blood flowed down the corner of her mouth.
Her face was hot, but when she saw Yang Ling's ashen face and emotionless cold eyes, even Cheng Qiyun, who had no doubt about her plan, panicked.
That pair of sharp eyes lightly swept across her body. It was so unfamiliar. Cheng Qiyun had imagined how angry Yang Ling would be when he found out what she had done. He might even tie her up and beat her up, or kill her. She was not afraid of any of these.
She would sacrifice for the people she loved without regrets. As long as she could achieve her goal, she would be happy in the underworld.
However, Yang Ling's eyes made her feel endless fear. She was willing to die for Yang Ling and do anything for him. But she did not want Yang Ling to hate her so much even if she died and no longer had any feelings for her. Cheng Qiyun was really afraid. She was afraid of losing him and losing the right to have a place in his heart.
If he looked at her like this, then even if she was trapped in the eighteen levels of hell, it would be like sinking two levels underground. Her soul would be trapped in eternal torment.
Two lines of clear tears slowly fell as Cheng Qiyun knelt heavily on the carpet.
"You stupid woman who thinks she's smart!" Yang Ling's eyes were spitting fire. His usual cultured elegance was completely gone. With an ashen face, he pointed at Cheng Qiyun's nose and said, "I thought it was a little strange, but I trusted you too much. I didn't think you had such an idea in mind.
Good! Good! You let Yu Yong develop the ownerless land of Yizhou and connect the north and south of the sea line. You opened factories in Liaodong, built weapons, recruited mercenaries, and bewitched Ying 'er to conspire with you. You turned the White Shirt Army into your private army. So it turns out you had such an ulterior motive! "
"I, Yang Ling, am a commoner who has been valued by two generations of emperors. For the Yang Family to have today's glory, who did it come from? The current Emperor is pure and kind. He treats me, Yang Ling, as a ruler and subject, but in reality, as a brother. You have such treacherous methods and schemes everywhere. It's a woman's view! You are framing me for disloyalty and unrighteousness! "
"What is loyalty? What is righteousness? I am a woman. I only know what is affection and what is love! When it comes to governing the country and pacifying the world, which Confucian scholar in history has created anything that emphasizes loyalty, righteousness, benevolence, and propriety? Serving the tiger in troubled times and gilding the brocade in prosperous times. That's all! Those who have truly accomplished things are all people who wear Confucian robes but act on their own. Governing the world has never relied on propriety, righteousness, integrity, or shame. "
The bright blade of the sword was pointed at Cheng Qiyun's throat. The blade trembled. It was obvious that Yang Ling was furious. Cheng Qiyun was unafraid. She puffed out her chest and stared at Yang Ling, saying, "I have heard of Sir's plan. Using both kindness and might, combining leniency and ferocity to assimilate the Mongols. Using force to intimidate the Mongols, using benefits to assimilate the Mongols, using culture to assimilate the Mongols, using force to unify the Mongols, using benefits to assimilate the Mongols, and using culture to become one. It is indeed a grand plan and ambition.
But is it really feasible to follow the prescribed order, appoint officials, and control the capital? The vast grasslands, the Gobi desert, a vast expanse of flat land, sparsely populated. The geography is completely different from the inside of the pass. The imperial court is beyond their reach.
There are many races here, and the Han people are the minority. How can we strengthen the integration and effectively manage it? It is not the nobles who have the power to make decisions here. Instead, we set up local officials to govern the army and the people, control the civil and military, assess the officials, and enfeoff the borders. The military, politics, economy, literature, and the appointment of officials are all controlled by the imperial court. The result is inaction. The result is that all of Daren's efforts will go down the drain. "
"Speaking of personal matters, it is true that His Majesty dotes on Daren, but the Emperor is growing up. His biological brothers still have to separate when they grow up. Moreover, the current Son of Heaven has high aspirations and great ambitions. He is grateful to you for taking care of him like a father and brother, but is he willing to hide under your wings for the rest of his life and let you decide everything for him?
You want to be Zhuge Liang, but His Majesty is not the mediocre Liu Ah Dou. One day, when he wants to personally take revenge, he will find that the imperial court is filled with your people. The people only know Duke Wei. Your achievements and prestige are even higher than the Emperor's.
When he makes any decision, he has no choice but to ask for your opinion. When he has any achievements, the people will still think that it is you who is advising him. As for the Emperor, he will always be an immature and incompetent Son of Heaven. Will he feel humiliated?
At that time, even if His Majesty is still loyal to you, he will have to make you a mere figurehead and alienate you. Then, because of your departure, there will be people who will become the Son of Heaven's close officials and start to sow discord and further worsen your relationship. Even if you don't want to fall out with each other, it will be impossible. Your achievements will shock the Emperor, and being independent is the road to death. It's not that you have the ambition to replace him, but your actions have, in fact, shaken the Son of Heaven's unique position. "
"You are reasonable, you are always reasonable! You want me to gather troops and ask for permission to seal the borders, how is that different from rebellion? Yes, with such great strength, His Majesty will definitely be forced to agree. But this is an alliance under the city walls, so he has no choice but to agree. The current Emperor can tolerate many things, but he can't bear his closest and most trusted person stabbing him in the heart.
How did Liu Jin die? That is a lesson to be learned from! Yun 'er, ah, Yun' er, I have always thought that your schemes and strategies are above mine, and you are also the most proficient in assessing the situation, so I let you do it. But what you have done now, let me … let me … "Yang Ling was momentarily speechless. He angrily brandished his sword and threw it far away.
Red Lady, Adeni, and the others, who had been hiding outside the tent waiting for news, looked over and saw a sword on the ground. The two of them couldn't help but be shocked and immediately rushed into the tent.
"Yang ~ ~" Adeni panicked.
"Can't you just talk it out? You even used a sword! " Red Madame said stiffly. Although they were always at odds with each other, the friendship in their hearts was getting deeper and deeper. As a woman, she understood everything that Cheng Qiyun had done. She had dug out her heart and lungs for Yang Ling, and there was absolutely no falsehood.
Even though Cui Ying 'er's heart was sour when she saw Cheng Qiyun's flirtatious charm, which would make even women jealous, now that she saw Cheng Qiyun's pitiful appearance after being infuriated by Yang Ling, Cui Ying' er felt that they were bound by a common enemy.
"Both of you, get out!" Yang Ling's face was already purple from anger.
Adeni was startled by his sharp eyes, and subconsciously stood at attention, but a baffling sentence slipped out: "I … I won't go out, this matter is related to the future of my army, I am qualified to participate in the opinion! I, Ariadne, am the commander of the Black Dragon Mercenary Corps. "
"Huh?" There was a question mark in Cui Ying 'er's eyes, but she immediately understood. She straightened her chest and said loudly to Yang Ling: "This matter concerns the fate of my 20,000 troops and 100,000 herdsmen, shouldn't you also ask for my opinion? I, Cui Ying 'er, am the Mongolian Deputy Khan, the Northern Ying Prince! "
"If I tell you to get out, then all of you get out!" Yang Ling's feet were off the ground, and he had already jumped up: "I, am your man, the head of the family!"
A prince and a commander were all dumbfounded. The two looked at each other. Yang Ling's reason seemed to be too good, the head of the family … How could a woman not listen to her man's orders?
The two female generals hung their heads dejectedly and their shoulders slumped.
After a long silence, Red Lady said: "Okay! You said it, you are the head of the family, then you only need to follow the family law, don't use the law of the land and military law with Sister Cheng! Come, let's go out! "
Red Lady looked at Cheng Qiyun encouragingly, pulled Adeni, and the two quietly retreated.
* * *
The big tent was quiet again, Cheng Qiyun was still kneeling there with a gloomy face, and she did not raise her head.
After Red Lady made such a fuss, Yang Ling's anger subsided a lot. Feeling vexed in his heart, he just paced around in the big tent, grinding away his patience.
In fact, as a modern man, Yang Ling did not have the so-called idea of loyalty to the emperor. After getting used to the equal interaction between friends in the later generations, he had always treated Zhengde as his good brother and good friend.
The long-term smooth sailing of his official career made him almost unprepared for the matter of cooking the rabbit after it was done. He did not know why he hit Cheng Qiyun, perhaps the woman in front of him, who never believed in fairy tales, had completely shattered his romantic fantasy of this imperial era.
What was loyalty, what was righteousness? Was it loyalty to one person, or loyalty to a nation? How did what he did benefit the entire Han people? Was it worth it to be misunderstood by his own brother? What was loyalty? What was righteousness?
Yang Ling sat down dejectedly and looked at Cheng Qiyun kneeling in front of him. There were five red and swollen finger marks on her jade-like cheek, and two lines of tears hanging on her delicate face. He could not help but gently shake his head, and said in a low voice: "Yun 'er …"
Cheng Qiyun did not move, but her heart trembled slightly. Her desperate heart recovered some vitality: "He called me Yun 'er, is he willing to forgive me?" She foolishly thought.
Yang Ling knelt down in front of her and took one of her hands. Cheng Qiyun's white hand was pale and powerless because of nervousness, and it was ice-cold in his hand. Yang Ling could not help but feel sour in his heart. This woman, whose every frown and every smile was filled with tenderness and charm, had been by his side for so long. Regardless of whether she did evil or did good, it was completely not based on her personal likes and dislikes, but completely for his sake.
He had always seen her blooming like a spring flower, charming and charming; like the spring water rippling, full of charm. But today, under his rage, she was like a little bird in a storm, enduring the onslaught of his anger and wind, delicate and pitiful, silent.
This was the first time he saw the omnipotent, strong and intelligent Cheng Qiyun in his heart. Just because she was worried about losing his heart, she was panicking and weak, and it made Yang Ling feel a stabbing pain in his heart. But when he thought of what she had done, and the terrible consequences it could bring, Yang Ling felt annoyed again.
Cheng Qiyun was pulled closer by Yang Ling, and just when she secretly let out a sigh of relief in her heart, she immediately felt Yang Ling stiffen again. She unconsciously gritted her teeth, and raised her eyes to look straight at Yang Ling, and said: "I did not ask you to establish yourself as a king, and break away from Ming Destiny. Once the tiger in the mountain grows up, how can it be two kings on the same mountain? Even if one is a crowned king, and the other is an uncrowned king.
By doing this, not only will you avoid falling out with each other in the future, but as long as you strengthen the contact with the Pass under your rule, and speed up the integration of the people inside and outside the Pass, whether it is in terms of geography, culture, or psychology, this place will not break away from Ming Destiny and become independent.
You once wanted Adni to build a military school, but Ming Destiny's current system of the court cannot be realized. Here, you can do it. Fighting for a place like this, many of the ideas you once mentioned can be realized. Just like you said, this is a piece of white paper, and you can do as you please. There are no old ideas or systems to restrain you and delay the results you want.
In addition to expanding the territory and building a large country for Ming Destiny, all of the achievements you create here that are even more impressive than Ming Destiny can have a visible effect, and promote the development of the Pass. Won't this make your dream come true earlier? Daren, do you think this is great loyalty, or evil? "
"Also …" Cheng Qiyun lowered her head slightly and said faintly, "Daren, do you think I am daring enough to think of something that could lead to the extermination of one's family, and bring disaster to you? I … I have long understood the mentality of the White Uniform Army. I know they are of one mind and will firmly support you. That is why I dared to make such a decision. "
"White Uniform Army?" Yang Ling stilled.
"Yes! White Uniform Army! " Cheng Qiyun said in a low voice, "Not just the original White Uniform Army, but also General Jing Fuer's soldiers. If they yearn for the Pass and the morale of the army is not stable, how would I dare to have such an idea? Who are they inside the Pass? They were the refugees, the Horse Gang, and the poor and rotten defending troops of the Great Wall. After fighting outside the Great Wall for so long, they all had their own grassland, a group of servants, their own cattle, sheep, tents, and women.
They are the masters here. The rewards of opening up territory and fighting are all here. If you ask them to return to the Pass, what do they have? They will still be bitter people. They have no intention of betraying Ming Destiny, but they are willing to stay here.
On the contrary, if you force them to give up everything they have and return to the Pass, these soldiers may have other thoughts. Some will even seek refuge with the other races to protect what they have. You can't expect everyone to abandon everything for the sake of the court.
Why can't you make the interests of the court and their personal interests become common interests, and make them more determined supporters of the court? Just like those people who are opening up wastelands and building homes in Nuer Gan. If they already have a wife and children here and own a large piece of land, if you ask them to give up all of this and return to the pass, will they rebel against the imperial court? "
Yang Ling's eyes flashed. He said firmly, "You mean … Jing Fuer, Feng Lei … the entire White Uniform Army is willing to stay on this land and continue to expand?"
"Yes! And a commander, a governor, has no right to bestow them all this. This kind of official does not have the power to promote generals and bestow land. Then where is the motivation for these soldiers to continue to expand? This is also one of the reasons why the Princes and Dukes were set up in a place far away from the Celestial Empire. "
Yang Ling stared at Cheng Qiyun. There was no fear, no pleading, no cunning in those clear eyes. There was only the determination to not regret what she had done, and … that love so thick it could not be dissolved.
This woman, this woman who saw him as her sky and everything in her life, Yang Ling's heart was suddenly filled with pity. He opened his arms and gently held Cheng Qiyun in his arms. Cheng Qiyun nestled in his arms, her eyes like pools of spring water, filled with tenderness.
The purplish-red finger marks on her face appeared even more shocking. Yang Ling could not suppress the guilt and heartache in his heart. Gently, gently, he kissed her.
This was the first time Yang Ling kissed her so gently and pitifully. It was like kissing a drop of dew on a flower petal. Cheng Qiyun's tightly stretched heart finally relaxed. She gently closed her eyes and let Yang Ling's lips gently slide across her cheeks, her hair, and her ears …
Yang Ling's gentleness made Cheng Qiyun, who had survived a crisis, feel at ease and a little scared. She secretly swore in her heart, "As long as this matter is completed, from now on, I will support my husband and teach my children. I will never scheme again!"
However, the vows made by a man in love were unreliable. How could a woman not be the same? She, who was as obedient as a kitten in front of him, was completely intoxicated in the ocean of love. She retracted her sharp claws, but once she left Yang Ling's line of sight, who knew if the kitten would once again transform into a tigress?
"Yun 'er, no matter what you did, I understand that you did it for my own good. I don't blame you, I really don't blame you. But this matter is very important, I still have to think about it. It is impossible to gather troops and ask for a title. I have to think of a more appropriate way to have an open discussion with the emperor. "
"En … …" Cheng Qiyun gently nodded her head. Suddenly, she hesitated and said with a timid face, "But … … but I still have something else. Compared to this matter, it is not a bigger matter, but it is also not a small matter. Moreover, this matter is even more urgent. I have to immediately think of a way to deal with her. For this matter, other than daren, I really can't think of anyone else … …"
She paused and timidly said, "I think … … think … … what's wrong, daren?"
The veins on Yang Ling's forehead bulged again. His vision darkened and he almost fell to the ground. Luckily, Cheng Qiyun supported him.
Yang Ling said with a tearful face, "You … … what did you do this time? Quickly tell me! "
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