Reiwa's Transformation of 112 Kōya

  Unexpectedly, Leng Qianye was trapped by Feng Ao Tian in the capital for two years, and he still had such ability. His eyes dimmed, and he looked up at Feng Ao Tian on the city wall, saying to Leng Qianye, "In the next battle, I will win back."

  Leng Qianye took a glance at Fu Han, he wouldn't give Fu Han another chance to win, pulling the reins, turning his horse's head, heading towards the city gate.

  Her eyes were cold and gloomy, staring at the back of Leng Qianye as he left. She raised her gaze to look at Feng Ao Tian on the city tower, who turned around and left with his troops from Jing Guo.

  Leng Qianye stepped onto the city wall and walked in front of her, for two days and two nights, his body was stained with the fresh blood of soldiers from both countries. He brought victory's joy step by step, steadily and calmly walking towards Feng Ao Tian.

  It had been a long time since he was so excited, he continued to move forward, having already forgotten who had imprisoned him for two years, making him spend these days in darkness. Now, he suddenly had an inexplicable urge, the only thought being to rush to her side and share his victorious joy with her.

  Feng Ao Tian was able to see an unprecedented sparkle in the cold and detached eyes of Leng Qian Ye. He walked up to her, their eyes met, and his mouth slightly curved upwards. The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone on him, making his handsome face look even more extraordinary. "Your Majesty, I won."

  Phoenix proudly took a step forward, opened his arms and wrapped him in his embrace, gently patting his back. At this moment, no words were needed; this hug was more precious than any language.

  Mu Hanjin stood to the side, gazing at the two embracing figures before him. He suddenly realized something - over the years, they had been through too much, especially his own brother and Cold Qianye. They were far away in the borderlands, single-mindedly thinking of defending their home and country, putting all their energy and hope into the borderlands. Over the years, they had watched as their father died on the battlefield, watching as brothers fell one by one before them. They swallowed all their sorrow alone, never showing their weakness to others, never revealing their emotions. To outsiders, they seemed cold-blooded and unfeeling towards death and killing, but who could understand the loneliness and desolation in their hearts?

  On the castle tower of Gui Guo, Dugu Xingye could see through the layers of clouds and mist, clearly seeing the two people embracing each other. He stood alone, independent and unparalleled, just gazing like that, without a hint of emotion.

  The defeated soldiers walked slowly forward, their heads bowed, dragging the bodies of their fallen comrades, their hearts heavy with grief.

  The autumn wind was bleak, and the border seemed to be filled with endless desolation. Leng Qianye stood still, his eyes fixed on some point in front of him, and no one could sense the wild joy that was rising up inside him. He felt someone leaning against his chest, gently stroking his back, and at this moment, he seemed to have walked out of a dark hell and into the bright light of the world.

  After a long time, the entire city wall was filled with the sound of cheering from the soldiers. Some soldiers were so overjoyed that they cried, taking off their blood-stained armor and waving it in their hands. Others hugged each other, laughing and crying tears of joy.

  The hardships and bitterness of the border guards are unimaginable to anyone. In these years of turmoil and hardship, they have faced the pain of life and death every day, thinking of their loved ones at home. Now, they have finally won, and in nearly three years, they have welcomed the dawn of victory. This is a joyous occasion, one that is worth remembering.

  Feng Ao Tian clearly heard the cheers, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as she spoke in a low voice, "Return to the military camp."

  Leng Qianye listened to Feng Ao Tian's words and only then reacted, hastily leaving her arms, and then bowed his head, "I have offended the Emperor, I deserve to die a million deaths."

  Feng Ao Tian raised his hand, looking at him, Leng Qian Ye raised her eyes, gazing at her, for some reason, he slowly lifted his hand and placed it in her palm, his hand was tightly grasped, at this moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of solidity.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his other hand and grasped Mu Han Jin's hand, and the three of them descended from the city tower.

  The soldiers did not leave, and when Cold Qianye and Feng Ao Tian came down, the soldiers spontaneously made way for a path, holding up their own weapons in their hands and shouting loudly, "Long live Your Majesty!"

  This is their most sincere and heartfelt cheer, compared to the fear they had before, now, facing Feng Ao Tian, they are more respectful. The cruel regent king seems to have gone far away from them, now standing in front of them is the Emperor of Feng Guo, who symbolizes the future hope of Feng Guo, the Son of Heaven.

  "Han Yao will rush back tonight, and when he does, we'll spread the word and hold a grand feast. The whole army will drink to their heart's content for three days and three nights." Feng Ao Tian said to Leng Qian Ye.

  "I obey." replied Leng Qianye in a low voice.

  Three men rode horses, leading living soldiers to the military camp.

  Last night, Mu Han Yao had already arrived in Yu Zhou and set up an ambush, blocking the 2 million troops of Qiguo who were on their way to support the border.

  Because of this, the 100,000 soldiers under Xuan Wang's command learned that Xuan Wang had died. As soldiers of Feng Guo, after a few words from Mu Han Yao, they turned their backs and began to fight against the 100,000 troops of Qi Guo. Mu Han Yao led other soldiers, armed with the latest weapons, and fought for an entire night before finally killing all 100,000 soldiers of Qi Guo.

  Muhou led the remaining 50,000 troops of Xuanwang, as well as several thousand troops he had brought with him, to the border.

  When Feng Ao Tian returned to the military camp, Leng Qian Ye passed down the order for the entire army to rest and recover. He then looked at Feng Ao Tian and said, "Your Majesty, I have ordered people to prepare your tent."

  Feng Ao Tian nodded and said, looking at him with a sidelong glance, "Go wash up."

  "Yes." Leng Qianye nodded and turned around, leaving.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Leng Qian Ye's figure, raised his eyes and looked towards Mu Han Jin, "He is really happy."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin gazed at Leng Qianye's figure in the same way, "I have never seen Big Brother Leng as happy as he is today."

  Feng Ao Tian led Mu Han Jin to the tent where she usually lived, and as soon as they stepped inside, they heard the soul's report, "Master, today is the women's examination, and Yi Shi Fei will personally supervise the exam."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded, thinking that she had indeed not misjudged Yi Mu.

  "The Night Empress has no news yet." The soul replied immediately.

  Feng Ao Tian's eyes sank, "No news is also good news."

  The soul originally wanted to say that the news of Blue Servant Concubine has not been passed on yet, and it is unknown whether she was rescued by Wine Eunuch. However, Master had given instructions before, so he didn't respond.

  Feng Ao Tian didn't ask much, these two days, she had witnessed the killings on the battlefield with her own eyes, and she was apparently a bit tired too. She stood up and walked out of the camp tent.

  Mu Hanjin stood up and looked at her, "Your Majesty, where are you going?"

  Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze to Mu Han Jin, "You should stay in the camp obediently. Yesterday was supposed to be your day of coughing up blood, how come you didn't?"

  Mo Hanjin slowly walked in front of her, "Perhaps I've seen too much blood these past two days."

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, blinking his eyes, "You actually don't know, you can also tell jokes."

  "Your Majesty," Mu Hanjin said with a warm smile, "I'll wait for you here."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded and then walked out.

  Mo Hanjin saw Feng Ao Tian leave the camp, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was retracted. He slowly walked into the camp, and as soon as he reached the bedside, he spat out blood. Last night, he had used his strength to forcibly suppress the poison, but now he couldn't hold it in anymore and spat it out. He turned his gaze, looking at the blood on the ground which was deeper than before. He lowered his head, looking at the red line that had already extended to his elbow. He propped up his body, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to cultivate his internal energy to heal his wounds. He absolutely could not fall down; he had to stay alive.

  Feng Ao Tian walked forward, and then continued on to Leng Qian Ye's camp. The soldiers guarding the outside of the camp saw Feng Ao Tian and hastily saluted.

  She slightly waved her hand and entered the camp, there was no one inside, she slowly walked forward, bypassed the screen, and saw Leng Qianye lying in the bathtub, with a smile on his face, his arms resting on both sides, his black hair covering his chest, blocking the spring light in front of his chest. At this moment, he had not a single bit of murderous aura on him, but rather an extraordinary aura that was untouched by worldly dust.

  Feng Ao Tian had his hands clasped around his chest, thinking that he must be very tired to have fallen asleep while bathing. She approached him, reached out and touched the bathwater which was already cooling down. She picked up a robe from beside her, lifted it and scooped him out of the bathtub, wrapping the robe around his body. Holding him in her arms, she walked over to the bed and gently placed him on it, covering him with a quilt before turning to leave.

  As soon as she turned around, she felt her wrist being pulled by him. She turned to look at him and saw that Leng Qianye's mouth was slightly pursed, his eyes still closed, and he hadn't woken up yet. She lowered her head, looking at how tightly he grasped her wrist, a smile playing on her lips as she thought to herself, wasn't he always aloof?

  She stood still, across the bed, sizing him up. His face was pale and tired, with a hint of exhaustion, and his exposed arm still bore the scars of being flogged in the regent's dungeon, which had not yet fully faded. His hand grasped hers firmly, and she let out a helpless sigh, slowly moving forward to sit beside him on the bed, covering his exposed arm with the quilt. Then, she reached out to dry his still-damp hair with her inner power, her fingertips brushing against the strand of hair on his forehead. She couldn't help but think back to how he had faced her brutal beating without making a sound, and now, because he had won one battle, he was actually so happy. This battlefield had become his everything.

  She slowly leaned forward, her hands propped up on either side of him, gazing at his sleeping face, those thin lips still carrying a faint smile, this was a smile she had never seen before, in her mind, he had never smiled so warmly.

  Leng Qianye was in a dream, and he seemed to feel someone slowly approaching him. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Feng Ao Tian's face close at hand. His heart sank, and he was about to get up.

  Feng Ao Tian's mouth curved into a sly and charming smile, he lowered his head, kissed his lips, pressed him under his body, his hands slowly moved down, grasping his hands, the tip of his tongue drew the shape of his lips, gently biting his lips.

  Leng Qianye's face stiffened, her eyes widening as she stared at Feng Ao Tian's slightly closed eyes. She remembered the first time he had forcefully kissed her - it was because he had been slapped by a ghostly man and she had saved him with her own blood, feeding it to him mouthful by mouthful. At that time, he had felt hatred and hostility towards her, but his heart had still trembled at her actions. So why didn't he struggle free now? Instead, he was allowing her to take advantage of him, and he was even responding to her.

  Feng Ao Tian continued to deepen the kiss, at this time, she only wanted to kiss him, wanting to feel his current happiness.

  Leng Qianye was kissed so fiercely that he almost lost consciousness, and unknowingly, he slowly closed his eyes, actively meeting her.

  Feng Ao Tian felt the initiative of Leng Qian Ye, and the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened. The two people's fingers intertwined, their lips and tongues entwined, from the initial one-sided taking to the final intense entanglement.

  A kiss ended, Feng Ao Tian lay on Leng Qian Ye's body, raised his eyes and stared at him, "What are you thinking?"

  Leng Qianye had already withdrawn from the passion of just now, he didn't know why he would have such a reaction, why he would respond to her kiss. He felt that this self was no longer the original him, and he suddenly became a little afraid, could it be that he also had an unusual feeling for her?

  Feng Ao Tian got up from his body, covered his hands over his open eyes and said in a low voice, "You rest now."

  He stood up and turned around, about to leave, when Cold Qianye suddenly opened her eyes wide, raised her hand, and pulled her back.

  Feng Ao Tian turned sideways, looking at him, "What's wrong?"

  Her eyes, like cold jade, flashed with a hint of entanglement and reluctance, and she said in a low voice, "Can I stay?"

  Feng Ao stepped forward and sat on the edge of his bed, "Are you afraid?"

  Leng Qianye was taken aback for a moment, he just didn't want this brief warmth to disappear so quickly, he was afraid, he looked at her and nodded, "Uh-huh."

  Feng Ao Tian's mouth slightly hooked, then got on the bed, reclining on one side, "Sleep, I'm not leaving."

  Leng Qianye raised her eyes, gazing at her, then slowly closed them and fell asleep peacefully.

  Feng Ao Tian had just stepped out of the camp when he felt the ominous sign of Mu Han Jin coughing up blood, but she didn't turn back, only because she didn't want his efforts to be in vain.

  In the capital, women's exams are allowed, but it is an unprecedented event since ancient times. The people of the capital are even more discussing today's women's exam, wondering who will become the first female champion of this country.

  Until sunset in the west mountain, twenty women came out with books and pens in their hands.

  Leng Pei Han was the last one to walk out. She raised her eyes and saw that outside, it had already turned into a brilliant sunset. She stretched her waist and then took steps to leave.

  Yi Mu and Gu Ye Feng, along with many other officials, carefully collected the examination papers and rushed to the Ducha Yuan to begin reviewing them.

  Inside the palace, Cat Gong also knew about the victory at the border. He smiled slightly, thinking that his master should be the happiest, with beauties by his side. Moreover, in their first head-on confrontation with the Qi Guo, they had won a great victory. Poor him, he was always on edge, guarding an empty palace alone. He glanced sideways, looking at Feng Yujiao sleeping peacefully on the bed. Since that day when he threw the letter from Lan Jing to Yu Gonggong, he hadn't gone to the side chamber again and still hadn't received news of Lan Jing's death. Now, there should still be a chance to save her.

  He moved forward, lying beside Feng Yu Qi's side, and said with a sour tone, "You're really lucky, although you're unconscious, but Master is very good to you. Unlike me, I'm being disliked by Master every day."

  Si Xi stood outside, listening to the complaints of Cat Gonggong. The corner of his mouth twitched, he had never seen a gonggong so attached to his master before. He raised his eyes and looked at the vast imperial palace, and for some reason, he couldn't help but think of Feng Gonggong recently.

  At the border fort, in the military camp of the country, morale was low, and the cold was even more gloomy. As he entered the tent, he saw Dugu Xing standing alone with his hands behind his back at night.

  He went forward on one knee, "Your Highness, I am incompetent."

  Dugu Xingye's low voice sounded in the night, "You are a worthy opponent, this time you lost, next time you must win back, and also, you must win thoroughly."

  "Yes." Fu Han listened to Dugu Xingye's words and secretly made up his mind: if he didn't succeed, he would die for the cause.

  Dugu Xingye turned around, looking at Fu Han, "The plan set by the palace has been thoroughly broken through by Feng Ao Tian, she will not let it go easily, the real war has just begun."

  "I will surely trample on the Feng country." Fu Han said with a solemn oath.

  Dugu Xingye laughed softly in the quiet night, "The Feng Nation now has her, it's not something that can be easily broken through."

  Fuhán raised his eyes, gazing at Dúgū Xīngyè. In this world, there were still people who could make the Second Prince praise them. However, after two encounters, he had gained a deeper understanding of Fèng àotiān. He thought to himself that over the years, he had truly underestimated Fèng àotiān.

  Feng Ao Tian slightly closed his eyes, cultivating his spirit, while Han Qian Ye was still asleep. Suddenly, a joyful voice came from outside the camp, "General Mu is back."

  Feng Ao Tian hastily opened his eyes, lowered his head, and saw that Leng Qian Ye had also opened her eyes. She then stood up, recalling what had just happened, but didn't know how to interact with him, so she too fell silent.

  Feng Ao Tian reached out and brushed aside the green silk that was blocking his view, then said, "Get dressed properly and come out, I'm going to take a look at Han Yao."

  Before Feng Qianye could respond, Feng Ao Tian had already gotten out of bed and rushed out of the tent in a hurry.

  Leng Qianye raised her eyes, gazing at the figure hastily leaving, and suddenly felt a sense of desolation. For some reason, she thought to herself that in her heart, Mu Han Yao was more important than him.

  He looked at the empty space beside him, his eyes slightly closed, and in his mind's eye, he saw her embracing him, gently drying his hair with a warm towel. For the first time, a pang of melancholy flashed across his heart, and he couldn't help but mock himself, wondering what was wrong with him.

  His thoughts were interrupted by the cheers outside the camp, he gathered his confused emotions, got out of bed, walked behind the screen, changed into a brocade robe, tied up his hair, and then stepped out.

  Mo Hanjin also just adjusted his breath and inner energy, feeling much more comfortable and at ease, before slowly withdrawing his energy, opening his eyes to hear the sounds outside, getting down from the bed, but feeling a wave of dizziness, he sat back down, closing his eyes to nourish his spirit.

  Feng Ao Tian had just stepped out of the camp, and saw Mu Han's silver armor stained with blood, his cold face filled with thick fatigue. He had just dismounted, looking at Feng Ao Tian, about to approach him, when he saw his horse collapse to the ground.

  He was stunned for a moment, then knelt down on the ground, stroking the horse's head. The cheering soldiers stopped abruptly when they saw this sudden situation and stared at Mu Han Yao.

  Feng Ao Tian flew up and saw that the horse had already closed its eyes, foaming at the mouth and died. She squatted on the ground, covering Mu Han's hand on the horse with her own, "It is a hero."

  Mu Han raised his eyes, hiding the sorrow in his heart. This horse had followed him since he killed on the battlefield and never left him. Although it was exhausted during these days, it still supported itself until it returned to the border town. Finally, it couldn't hold on anymore and fell down.

  He looked at Feng Ao Tian, and when he saw her, the emotions that surged in his heart made him speechless, just staring at her like this.

  Inside the military camp, soldiers stood on one side, silent and speechless. No one broke the silence. In their eyes, war horses were like family members who accompanied them through life and death. They stood solemnly, with sadness overflowing from their eyes.

  "Feng Ao Tian said in a deep voice, 'Bury it with the heroes who died in battle.'"

  "Yes." Li Su stood by, responding with a pull of his beard.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Mu Han Yao, whose face was covered with a layer of stubble. A faint smile played on her lips as she took his hand and stood up, "Let's bury it together."

  Mu Han Yao and she looked at each other, nodding heavily, the soldiers beside them lifted up the horse, Feng Ao Tian and Mu Han Yao walked forward shoulder to shoulder.

  Leng Qianye gazed at the two of them leaving, his eyes flashing with a hint of desolation. He turned to look sideways and saw Mu Hanjin standing beside him, his face pale.

  "How did you end up like this?" Han Qianye knew he must have coughed up blood and asked in a low voice.

  "Big brother is back, I'll just take a look." Mu Hanjin also gazed at the departing figures of the two men in front, "The Emperor and big brother standing together really suits them well."

  "What's so special about two men standing together?" asked Leng Qianye calmly.

  Mu Hanjin turned her gaze, staring at him, with a deep smile.

  Leng Qianye turned her gaze and looked at Mu Hanjin, "What are you looking at me like that for?"

  "Leng Da Ge, what did you just do with the Emperor?" Mu Hanjin asked jokingly.

  "What can be done, nothing has been done." Leng Qianye's face slightly sank, and then she withdrew her gaze, saying evasively.

  Mu Hanjin smiled softly again, "Being remembered by Your Majesty is a happy thing."

  Leng Qianye listened to Mu Hanjin's words, he was silent and didn't speak. Was she thinking of him?

  Feng Ao Tian and Mu Han Yao buried their horses after which she raised her eyes, looking at him, "Haven't you slept for several nights?"

  "Hmm." Mu Han Yao was now propping himself up, his nerves had been taut since the day he left the capital. Now, seeing her safe and sound, and Feng Guo taking the initiative to attack and winning the first battle, he was happier than anyone else.

  Feng Ao Tian wrapped his arms around him, his toes lightly tapping, and then flew towards the military camp.

  Li Su and the other soldiers watched as the two figures disappeared into the distance, exchanged a smile, then stood up and hurried towards the military camp.

  Feng Ao Tian brought Mu Han to stand before Leng Qian Ye and Mu Han Jin, looking at Leng Qian Ye, "Tonight's victory banquet, Qian Ye, you go and instruct."

  "Yes." Han Qianye lowered her head, unsure of how to face her, and replied softly before turning around and leaving.

  Mu Han looked at Leng Qianye with a different gaze, then turned her eyes to Feng Ao Tian, "What's wrong with him?"

  "When did you become so curious about others?" Feng Ao Tian grasped Mu Han Yao's hand, pulled Mu Han Jin's hand, which was very cold, and his eyes flashed with a hint of darkness as he led the two into the camp.

  Three people entered the camp, and Feng Ao Tian immediately pushed Mu Han Yao behind the screen, "Go take a bath."

  "Yes." Murong Yan looked at the prepared bath water and finally had a hint of a smile on his face, responding in a low voice.

  She pulled Mu Hanjin's hand and walked to the bedside, "Hurry up and sleep, Grandfather will call you later."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin responded in a warm voice, allowing her to cover him with the brocade quilt and plant a kiss on his forehead. He slowly closed his eyes.

  Feng Ao Tian tightly grasped his hand, transferring his internal energy into his body. Only when he saw a hint of color return to his face did he feel at ease. Seeing him fall into a deep sleep, he stood up and noticed that Mu Han had been still for a long time. Thinking that he must be exhausted, he feared that he too had fallen asleep in the bathtub.

  She walked into the screen alone, and as expected, he quietly closed his eyes and lay in the bathtub, falling asleep.

  Phoenix proudly in the sky, scooped up the water from the bathtub and poured it on his body. Looking at his haggard face, one could tell how hard he had been working these days.

  She personally wiped his body, her fingertips stroking his tight skin with just the right amount of force to massage away his fatigue. Then she lifted him out of the bathtub, and Mu Han Yao was already awake, his cold eyes staring blankly at her.

  She hooked the corner of her mouth, "Tired silly?" As she spoke, she pulled over a black middle garment on one side and wrapped it around him, "Come out, be careful of the cold."

  Mu Han suddenly pulled her into his arms as she walked out of the bathtub, lowered his head and kissed her lips.

  Feng Ao Tian was taken aback for a moment, thinking that he had become more and more daring, more and more proactive. She raised her eyes, gazing at him, his lips were urgent, biting hers, not leaving any space for her to breathe, forcefully taking away all her breath.

  Feng Ao Tian thought Mu Han Yao was too abnormal, so he wrapped his arms around her waist, and the middle garment on his body fell to the ground, scattering all over the floor. His naked body was pressed tightly against hers.

  She turned around, pushed him hard, and stuck to the low cabinet on one side. Her hands slowly slid down his back, kneading the tight skin, turning passive into active.

  Mo Han stretched out his hand, tore at Feng Ao Tian's clothes, and unfastened her belt. His hands slid into her slender yet firm waist, caressing her smooth skin.

  Phoenix proudly grasped his recklessly moving hands, raised them above his head, and followed the curve of his lips. The stubble on his face scratched her a bit painfully, and her eyes dimmed for a moment before she fiercely bit into his neck, licking his chest, as well as the spot near his heart where she had once carved the character "Tian" that belonged only to her.

  His eyes gleamed with a faint, dark light, and he was already emotionally stirred, and had a reaction. He twisted uncomfortably, lowered his head, and kissed Feng Ao Tian's lips again, rubbing his waist against Feng Ao Tian's waist.

  Feng Ao Tian held one of his hands with one hand, and the other hand slowly moved down to the place that symbolized his pride, where his head was already raised high.

  Feng Ao Tian's fingers lightly sketched the proud place, raised his eyes, and stared at Mu Han Yao, who was tightly pursed, with a thick breath spraying from between his nostrils. "For the first time?"

  "Mm." Mu Han Yao gazed at Feng Ao Tian and nodded vigorously.

  Feng Ao Tian's enchanting smile, with a forceful pinch of his fingers, Mu Han couldn't help but let out a low moan, looking at Feng Ao Tian, "Your Majesty, I... want..."

  Feng Ao Tian had never seen Mu Han Yao's such side, still handsome face, but with a hint of sensuality, looking like this, even more exuding unique masculine charm.

  She felt that she could only do this now, and then kissed his lips, moving her wrists forcefully until Mu Han Yao let out a muffled groan. Feng Ao Tian raised his hand, looking at the sticky substance in his palm, and then looked at Mu Han Yao, "Are you satisfied?"

  Mo Han raised his hand and pulled Feng Ao Tian into his arms, unwilling to let go. These days of being together, having gone through life and death several times, his heart had unknowingly changed. He found himself relying on one person, and that person was the her in his arms.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes and looked at Mu Han Yao, "What's wrong with you?"

  Muxuan took a deep breath and didn't respond, but instead let her go and then re-submerged herself in the already cooled bathtub, washing her own body.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him with a hint of cunning in his eyes, then took out a silk handkerchief to wipe his hands clean and went to wash them in the nearby copper basin.

  After washing in the cold, he wore a black undergarment and walked out from behind the screen. He then proceeded to the dressing table and shaved his whiskers. For a time, the entire camp was unusually quiet.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Mu Han Yao's silence, then turned around and walked to the bedside, taking Mu Han Jin's pulse, his eyes cold and calm. He then helped him sit up with crossed legs and transmitted internal energy into him.

  After Mo Han put on his clothes, he turned around and saw the two people on the bed. He quietly turned around, his cold face without too much emotion, and stepped out of the tent.

  Leng Qianye stood not far away, watching Mu Han walk over with a refreshed look, and smiled lightly, "This time back to the capital, have you already made up your mind?"

  Mo Han looked at Leng Qianye with a distant gaze, knowing that his brother for many years would naturally understand his temperament. He nodded slightly, "Mm."

  "She really has her ways, whoever she sets her eyes on, no matter how much they resist, in the end, they can't escape her grasp." Leng Qianye let out a cold laugh, not just mocking Mu Han Yao, but also ridiculing herself.

  Mo Han turned his gaze and looked at Leng Qianye, "Are you too?"

  Leng Qianye restrained his emotions, "This battle is truly the beginning of war with Jingguo. Do you think we can conquer Jingguo?"

  Mu Han looked at Leng Qianye, who was wavering. At this moment, he didn't want to talk much. He suddenly felt a little afraid, thinking of his second brother. Looking at Leng Qianye, he replied in a low voice, "It will definitely happen."

  Rei Kizuki burst out laughing for the first time, "I will personally conquer the country of Torikago."

  That night, in the military camp, cups and plates were interlaced, soldiers all had a happy face, holding big bowls, drinking freely.

  Leng Qianye and Mu Han Yao sat on either side of Feng Ao Tian, while Mu Han Jin was still in a daze. She looked at the warriors in front of her, said some impassioned words, and then handed over the main stage to Leng Qianye and Mu Han Yao.

  Until late at night, the military camp was still filled with laughter and cheers, soldiers were happily dancing, Feng Ao Tian also came to join in the fun, picked up a sword on one side, and swung it around to add to the excitement. Mu Han Yao's gaze remained on her body, never moving away.

  Leng Qianye simply lowered his head and drank bowl after bowl.

  Feng Ao Tian left his seat ahead of time and rushed back to the camp, where he saw Mu Han Jin getting up, smiling at her with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

  She was slightly drunk from drinking, slowly walked forward, and then leaned into his arms, "Awake?"

  "Your Majesty, I'll go talk to Big Brother." Mu Hanjin said with a smile.

  "Not allowed." Feng Ao Tian pinned Mu Han Jin under him, "Stay with me here, don't go anywhere else."

  "Good." Mu Hanjin quietly let her lie on his body, he raised his hand and stroked her beautiful face, tracing the outline of her eyebrows, nose, and lips. He gently held her, simply gazing at her in silence.

  After a while, Mu Han slowly walked into the camp, and saw the two people embracing on the bed. His eyes darkened, and he turned to leave.

  "Big brother." Mu Hanjin looked at Mu Han Yao and called out in a low voice.

  Mo Han's figure was beside him, then he turned around and looked at Mo Han Jin, "You're not feeling well, so take a good rest. I'll come find you again tomorrow."

  Mu Hanjin watched as he turned and left, then heard a cold voice ring out, "Where are you going?"

  Mo Han's body froze for a moment, then he turned around to see Feng Ao Tian, who was lying in Mo Han Jin's arms, staring at him with his eyes open.

  He expressionlessly said, "I will return to my own camp."

  "Come here." Feng Ao Tian said in a low voice.

  Mo Han Yao hesitated for a moment, looking at Mo Han Jin. He had never thought that he and his brother would be lying together with another man, which made him very uncomfortable.

  Feng Ao Tian's face was cold and stern as he stood up from Mu Hanjin's body, then said in a low voice, "Come over."

  Mo Han slowly walked up to her, and Feng Ao Tian raised his hand to pull him into his side. With a flick of his finger, the candles in the tent were extinguished. He held both their hands, lying between them, "You've been running around for so long, why not rest? What's the hurry?"

  Having said that, he leaned over and kissed Mu Han Yao's cheek, then turned to look at Mu Han Jin, "You too, tomorrow I'll be looking for you to settle the score."

  Mo Hanjin smiled warmly and said, "Yes."

  Mo Han closed his eyes, he was indeed very tired. Now, lying beside Feng Ao Tian, it was a rare comfort. Unknowingly, he fell asleep peacefully.

  Three people lay on the bed, sleeping quietly.

  Leng Qianye accompanied the soldiers in drinking and merriment for a whole night, until the second day at dawn. He stretched out his arms, stood up, looked at the scenery in front of him, turned around, and returned to his own camp.

  Wu Yue Country, the Night Demon Xing who had been unconscious for five days finally slowly came to. He raised his eyes and looked around, propping himself up with his arm, but a sharp pain shot through his chest. He let out a stifled groan, enduring the pain as he got down from the stone bed.

  "Your Highness, you're awake?" Ling Xue's voice rang out.

  As soon as Ye Mei Hui raised her eyes, she saw her carrying medicine and walking in slowly. Her face was calm and emotionless. She then walked forward and placed the medicine bowl on a stone table beside him. "Your Highness, your body is not yet fully recovered, you mustn't move about carelessly."

  "Did you save me?" Ye Yan's face was extremely pale as he asked in a low voice.

  "Hmm." Ling Xue nodded, "At present, the Crown Prince is eliminating the Second Prince, and the Emperor has not yet awakened. He hasn't seen your corpse, so he's still searching for your whereabouts."

  "Who are you?" Ye Yan looked at Ling Xue and felt that she was unusual from the moment he first saw her.

  "Your Highness, I will help you fulfill your wish." Ling Xue continued, "This is what I promised Princess Xi Yue."

  Yè Mèi Xī gazed at her for a while, then withdrew his gaze and lay down again. "How long have I been asleep?"

  "It's been five days." Ling Fengxue replied.

  "It's been five days already." Ye Mei Xuan muttered to herself, Grandfather must have known that something had happened to her, and now he was definitely worried about her.

  Ling Frost Snow naturally knew that he was thinking of that person now, but didn't want to say more. He continued, "Your Highness, the Crown Prince is still keeping an eye on you. Before your injury heals, you must not let him know your whereabouts."

  "I know you have a way to get the message to Moyen Pavilion," Ye Xiao said in a low voice, "Tell Moyen Pavilion that I'm fine and let them wait patiently."

  "Good." Ling Fengxue brought the medicine bowl over, picked up a spoon, scooped some out, blew on it gently, and then handed it to his mouth.

  Yè Mèi Xī stretched out her hand to take over the medicine bowl, "I'll do it myself."

  "Alright." Ling Fengxue replied lightly, handing him the medicine bowl.

  Ye Mei got up slightly, then took a sip of the medicine and handed the bowl to her, before closing his eyes to sleep.

  Ling Xue looked at him and then reached out her hand to unbutton his shirt and apply medicine.

  "I'll go myself." Ye Mei Xi raised her eyes and looked at her, saying.

  "Good." Ling Fengxue responded faintly and handed him the golden medicine, then stood up and left the secret room.

  She walked out of the secret room, and half a time later, Moyen Pavilion knew that he was safe and sound. Chunxia and Hanshang were overjoyed in their hearts, they were seriously injured and could not get out of bed for the time being, but these days of worry also put their minds at ease.

  The old man swept his face with a worried expression, clasped his hands together and exclaimed, "Heaven bless us!"

  Early summer looked at Xiang Han, "Should this news be told to the Emperor of Feng Guo?"

  "Your Highness had someone bring this news, mainly to let the Emperor of Feng Guo know." Xiang Han continued.

  "En, I think so too." Chu Xia nodded and looked at the Grand Elder, "Grand Elder, please pass on the news to the Emperor of Feng Guo."

  "Hmm." The Great Elder was somewhat aware of the matters between Ye Yan and Feng Ao Tian. What he hoped for now was that the Pavilion Master could be safe and sound, as for other things, he really couldn't control them.

  Mu Han was really exhausted and slept for two whole days, while Mu Han Jin spent the past two days adjusting his body.

  Leng Qianye had not looked for her in the past two days, but instead accompanied the soldiers to drink, after all, he was the main general and could not be absent from the three-day banquet.

  After Feng Ao Tian received the news of Ye Yan's safety from Soul Transmission, she finally put her mind at ease. She had been worried about him for a long time, and now she finally had his news.

  "How is the old woman doing?" Feng Ao Tian asked in a low voice.

  "Hun hastily replied, 'I've already sent someone to administer the Soul-Drunk poison in her body every day. In five more days, the poison will take effect, and by then, even if she finds out about the poisoning, it'll be too late.'"

  "Good." Feng Ao Tian's eyes flashed with a cold glint, "She actually dared to hurt my people time and time again. I must make her unable to live or die."

  Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian, he knew she was waiting for him to speak up, but now that the time had come, how could he tell her?

  Feng Ao Tian sidled a glance at Mu Han Jin, "How about it? Are you still not prepared to tell me the solution to the love spell?"

  Mu Hanjin gazed at Feng Ao Tian, took a deep breath, and looked at her, "Your Majesty..."

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