Chang Su stood in the shadows at the city gate, quietly watching the figures in the night. She seemed to have been possessed recently, captivated by these two people. She always watched them from afar, her mind a blank, her heart churning with all kinds of emotions, which then mixed and mingled together, becoming a thick cloud of melancholy that clogged her eyes and made her hair stand on end. Pingyang Hou was in love with her, with the spirit of a moth to a flame, regardless of life or death. Wasn’t this foolish? Isn’t this ridiculous? Chang Su grinned, but couldn’t laugh. Okay, then, Qing Zi has tied himself in knots, like a foolish butterfly entangled in a spider’s web. Isn’t this ridiculous? Marquis Wuyang tried to open his mouth, but almost dropped tears. So she closed her mouth, no longer in vain.
She hated Junxu even more. Why couldn’t this person just be like her, like all the nobles, proudly displaying supreme power and honour, and should just peel back that layer of dazzling skin and point at her nose and tell her that the so-called nobles were not gods up in the heavens, but just a bunch of dogs wearing fancy collars.
Once they break free of the collar, they will only be destroyed.
Groaning, she covered her head. Wuyang Hou Chang Su turned around, but saw Lin Shuanghu and Tang Qi standing behind her, looking at her with a creepy stare. For the first time, Wuyang Hou was at a loss for what to do when she was looked at by someone of lower status than her. She angrily said
“What are you looking at!’
Lin Shuanghu and Tang Qi immediately withdrew their direct gaze and replaced it with a peeping look. Chang Su felt a little creepy and waved her sleeve and left. She had a hunch that something uncontrollable and unlucky had already befallen her.
Anyway, the combat effectiveness of the Flying Tiger Battalion is directly proportional to their gossiping ability
Sure enough, as soon as it got light the next day, countless soldiers secretly spied on Chang Su of the Wuyanghou. She didn’t feel comfortable asking, and there was no reason to scold, so she had to endure it and act as if nothing was wrong.
There were two versions of the rumour
First, the Marquis of Wuyang was secretly in love with General Feng, and General Feng and the Marshal were in love with each other
Second, the Marquis of Wuyang was secretly in love with the Marshal, and General Feng and the Marshal were in love with each other
The rumours were rampant, and Feng Qin heard them with an expressionless face. Junxu laughed it off, but the Marquis of Wuyang Changsu, in a fit of anger, smashed a cup, but there was nothing she could do.
With war raging and plots brewing, there is always a need for some entertainment to pass the time. Junxu even directs and acts in her own plays. Wouldn’t it be even better to have free extras? Not bad, not bad
The more the water is stirred, the more it gets mixed up. Even the emperor’s spies are dragged in. Just look at how these love affairs can disrupt the delicate calculations in the capital. Junxu stands in the sunlight with interest, squinting her eyes, just as the bottomless cold pool has no waves.
War
The war is in full swing, and people die every day. However, they are unstoppable. They bury their dear comrades in arms, and remain unbreakable. This is an invincible group of people, and an impregnable city.
Its hard walls are soaked in blood and burning with beacons. The north wind sweeps in, the battle flags flutter, and the loud military horns show its strength
However, at night, the sound of farewell songs would drift from the battlements. Under the moonlight, there were faint candlelight on the graves to the north of the city. The commander had said that it was the endless thoughts of the living for the dead.
In the cruelty of life and death, there is not only glorious victory, but also romantic tenderness. This is the most enriching life that everyone who goes to war has experienced. There is passion, tenderness, and life is burning
like the commander’s eyes and the sound of Feng Qin’s flute, always giving a feeling of being in a crazy, colourful dream.
Feng Qin stepped onto the city wall, and Junxu’s figure was clearly outlined by the moonlight. She was sitting on the city wall again, all alone, like a child who had snuck out and refused to go to sleep. She was lost in the unseen distance from a high place
It’s getting colder and colder, and she is still dressed in white. Her big eyes are slightly narrowed due to the howling cold wind, and her eyelashes tremble. When Jun Xu is alone, she always likes to daydream, her expression is very serious, always in a pensive state, as if she has a lot of unspeakable past that can only be condensed into such a kind of silent loneliness.
Gently, she puts her cloak over her, and Feng Qin wraps his arms around her from behind. Jun Xu slightly lowers her gaze and smiles lightly
‘I saw Tong Li today.‘
’…What?‘
Feeling the hand in front of her body tighten, Jun Xu raised her gaze
’I feel like time has passed so quickly, it’s almost been a year.‘
’Xu.”
Feng Qin’s voice was a little choked up, and Jun Xu covered his hand, which was cold, and couldn’t help but frown
‘Why are you so cold? Have you forgotten what I said again? The silk armour I gave you is impenetrable and keeps you warm. Are you wearing it or not?‘
’…
If you don’t say anything, I won’t know. I’m busy with military affairs every day. I don’t even have enough sleep, and I have to keep an eye on you eating and drinking medicine… Can’t you let me save some worry?’
Junxu jumped off the city wall, unbuttoned Fengqin’s collar and looked inside. Fengqin suddenly looked up and embraced her
‘Tonight… let me… let me, with you… me.’
Junxu remained silent, touched the soft silk armour and arranged Fengqin’s clothes layer by layer. She took his hand, slightly stepping a little beyond him to block the strong wind from the city wall for him
‘It’s late at night, sleep well, we have to practise tomorrow.”
Feng Qin shook off her hand, his face full of anger, his long eyes full of conflict and pain, like a weak black phoenix butterfly in the cold wind, trembling, Junxu almost reached out her hand to gather them in the palm of her hand, carefully breathing in the warmth. Her proud, clear mind was momentarily shattered, and as a result, she didn’t hear a word Feng Qin said.
Feng Qin looked at Jun Xu, who was staring at him with a solemn expression, and turned to leave. Jun Xu reacted and had to follow behind him, smiling
‘Feng Qin’
‘Qin’
‘Don’t walk so fast, the road is slippery’
Almost reaching the commander’s tent, Feng Qin suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked back at Jun Xu
“Hug me’
A warm tenderness rippled from Junxu’s eyes, and Feng Qin’s face quietly turned red. However, Junxu refused
‘Without the three media and six engagements, seven books and eight rites, do you know what people call this without these?’
It’s called, illicit love.
‘People’s words are fearful, I’m afraid they will recklessly hurt you.’
Feng Qin lowered his eyes. In the past, he could have no regard for it, but what he has defended so desperately for so many years is this. He only had himself left, he only had himself left, to protect this, all his dignity resting on it, to destroy this, it was unimaginable.
Now, he was going to give Junxu all of himself, but she didn’t want it
‘If there is a chance, I will follow the etiquette and stay with you forever, if there is no chance, you are the treasure in my hands, I don’t want to ruin you for anything else.’
Junxu smiled lightly
‘Am I a gentleman?”
Feng Qin didn’t have the courage to lift his eyes. He just nodded randomly, turned around, and almost reached his tent. He couldn’t help but turn back and saw Jun Xu standing in the cold wind in the distance. The yellow light from the lamps on both sides of the tent fell on her mask. Feng Qin felt like he could see the soft colour in her eyes and feel the heat in her breath. His ears heated up, and he quickly turned back into the tent, isolating Jun Xu’s image outside.
Feng Qin leaned against the hard case and slowly slid to the ground, hugging his head in the darkness.
The war… is almost over. Every time he slashed someone to death, he hoped that person would die slowly, so that the war would most likely continue. However, the war is still almost over. Qin Guo is severely injured, and the Tong family is almost left with Tong Luo, who is seriously injured and unconscious, and Tong Li, who is wounded. The rest, killed in battle, and the soldiers and generals have suffered countless injuries.
Feng Qin looked up, leaning against the cold corner of the table, and thought back to what he had said at the time
‘I choose him to die with you.’
It was easy to say, but it was so painful to do.
Jun Xu watched Feng Qin disappear into the tent, turned his face, and the north wind howled in the camp
“It’s time… It’s going to change…’
Wuyang Marquis Chang Su leisurely adjusted the curtain and stepped out, his expression inscrutable
‘It’s going to change, what preparations does Pingyang Marquis have?’
‘Add more clothes’
Wuyang Marquis was taken aback, and then waved his sleeve
‘I don’t want to deal with you!!’
So Junxu’s hearty laughter resounded through the camp.
The forest flowers have faded,
too hurried,
unable to stop the cold rain and wind.
Tears of rouge,
drunken together,
when will it be again,
life is like the water, always flowing east.
Li Yu was a good man and a good emperor. Junxu laughed, ‘I’m not a good man, but I hope I will be a good emperor.’