Consultor de vida de la dinastía Song del Sur

Capítulo 81

A delicate fragrance wafted through the air, unlike the ethereal, refreshing coolness of a gentle breeze; rather, it possessed a serene, aloof quality. Lost in the ambiguous atmosphere, Leng Shuangcheng, still dazed, nestled her head against his neck, inhaling the scent. When she came to her senses, she saw Qiu Yeyi's dark eyes, which were narrowed with suppressed laughter as he glanced at her. "You…" she shuddered, her sleeves tightening around his elegant neck without a word, her face flushed crimson, no longer daring to turn back.

Qiu Ye Yijian chuckled and pulled her wrist away. As soon as he let go, she clung to him like a vine, her wrist white and her skin red, pressing tightly against his chest, not letting out a sound. "Are you still afraid of me?" He recalled the scene of her trembling and aggrieved in Hualong, and reached back to stroke her cool, crystal-clear hands, pulling them down in a comforting and entwining manner.

Leng Shuangcheng's deep eyes, devoid of their usual icy composure, gazed at the lamplight reflected in his black hair. She stole a glance at his smiling face, then threw herself at him again, wrapping her arms around his pale, flushed neck. "Let me go, be good," Qiu Yeyi chuckled softly, her hands moving ceaselessly, while Leng Shuangcheng held on tightly, silent and relentless.

"Very well." Qiu Yeyi smiled wickedly, his snow-white face slightly breaking through the floating ice. He skillfully flipped his hands, lifting Leng Shuangcheng's unsuspecting lower limbs and placing them firmly on Leng Shuangcheng's knees.

Mount it!

With a deafening clap of thunder, Leng Shuangcheng's flushed cheeks deepened to a deep purple, leaving no trace of her usual fair skin. She frantically tried to escape, but Qiu Yeyi, knowing her well, had already wrapped her arms around her waist, holding her tightly.

"It hurts!" Leng Shuangcheng cried out, her body twisting and turning.

"That trick won't work anymore, Leng Shuangcheng." Qiu Yeyi smiled wickedly, tightened her grip on her waist, and ripped off Leng Shuangcheng's post-bath robe, revealing her fair shoulders. Leng Shuangcheng's long, slender eyebrows furrowed like orchid leaves, and she said sternly, "If you keep messing around, I'll beat you up!"

"You can't escape today no matter what." Qiu Yeyi's face was as cold and taut as a string, his handsome features turning into a resolute one, and his narrow eyes gleamed slightly. "This is what you owe me." With that, he used his palms to apply a layer of soft force, and his arms bent and stretched swiftly tore open his clothes.

Bathed in soft light, her upper body reappeared, revealing her fair chest in full view.

Leng Shuangcheng was about to slap his cheek, but seeing the flawless whiteness on his deep face, her fingers trembled, and she felt a pang of pity. "Let me go!" she cried out anxiously, jerking away from his kissing lips.

Qiu Yeyi plunged his sword into her fair chest, his kisses lingering and seemingly oblivious. A tingling sensation spread through her veins, leaving her limbs weak and powerless. Leng Shuangcheng pushed him away with both hands, yet couldn't bear to scratch his cheeks. She half-dodged, half-avoided, entangled with him for a long time, his lips lingering on her soft breasts.

Qiu Yeyi kissed Leng Shuangcheng for a while, her jaw tightening, a flicker of fire in her dark eyes: "Leng Shuangcheng, are you afraid of me?" Leng Shuangcheng felt a ticklish sensation and said in a trembling voice, "A little afraid." Qiu Yeyi lifted her head and looked directly into her eyes: "You're not afraid of me, you're afraid of those memories of Wan Hua Lou."

His deep phoenix eyes still held an unmistakable intelligence.

Leng Shuangcheng was shocked and speechless. After a long while, she sighed, "Qiuye, you know me so well. Even I can't tell the difference myself, but you always bring it up directly and force me to face it." She hugged his neck with both hands, and kissed his snow-white cheeks with her soft lips, her lips trembling, "I'll do as you say... please be gentle."

"Yes," Leng Shuangcheng stopped struggling, her face flushed, and she fell into Qiu Yeyijian's arms, trying to use his black hair to cover her red face.

Qiu Yeyi extended her long fingers, first pinching and caressing her left breast, then cupped her face with her right hand and looked her straight in the eyes: "Take off my clothes."

His dark, jade-like eyes shone brightly, set against his fair and handsome face, making him irresistibly alluring.

Leng Shuangcheng trembled slightly, obediently removing his white robes. She lowered her eyes and sat on his lap. His naked body was strong and fair in the dim candlelight, and the smooth white collar made a sound, revealing his steady heartbeat.

Silky smoothness enveloped the tall, imposing man's body. Qiu Yeyi's eyes darkened slightly as he firmly supported Leng Shuangcheng's waist with one hand, while his right hand caressed and grasped her breasts. A wave of heat, carrying a tingling sensation, coursed through his chest and abdomen. A concentrated tremor pressed against the opening of his lower body, burning hot and scalding, pressing and gathering deeper and deeper.

"Use a little more force." Qiu Ye bit Leng Shuangcheng's red lips with his sword, his voice low and hoarse. His left hand stretched out an inch, encircling her waist like a mountain, while his right hand grasped her soft, smooth breasts. Leng Shuangcheng tried her best to get closer, but still couldn't escape his clutches. She was panting heavily, her body glowing like a new moon emerging from the sea. Annoyed, she hugged the back of his neck and bit his white, jade-like neck: "You've been embarrassed enough... don't push your luck."

Qiu Yeyi's chin was sharp and cold, his throat bones churning violently. The pleasure of collapse and release had been waiting for a long time. Suddenly, he grabbed Leng Shuangcheng's waist and stood up.

Leng Shuangcheng let out a soft cry, wrapped her arms around him, and had no choice but to let him lay her soft body down.

Her black hair cascaded across the mahogany table, and her white blouse, rolled up to her waist, flowed smoothly and bonelessly, clinging to Leng Shuang's wrist as she reached for Xiu Man's. Her entire body was exposed under the light. Her breasts were round and full, her lips parted to reveal a hint of orchid fragrance, and her eyes held a shy expression as she turned her face away to the side.

Qiu Yeyijian pursed his lips, turned her cheek back, and leaned down to kiss her, silently squeezing into her body. Her hair was ruffled, falling in clusters like bamboo shoots along the edge of clouds, in rhythm with his deep thrusts. The sturdy table creaked, emitting a captivating moan.

Two hot, fair bodies were intimately intertwined, each warming the other in the moonlight.

Leng Shuangcheng's eyes were filled with chaotic thoughts, like raindrops. She clung tightly to Qiu Yeyi's back, the male body inside her pulsating faster and faster, stronger and stronger. Waves of trembling made her extremely hot. She couldn't help but tighten her long arms to meet his chest. Painful desire blossomed, as if seeking fullness with every thread.

Qiu Yeyijian then lowered his lips to kiss the jade-like breasts beneath him, his right palm resting on the edge of the table. After stabilizing the edge, he exerted his strength again, his entire body moving like a dragon straight to the core of the acupoint, his slender fingers swirling around Leng Shuangcheng's face and chest.

"Speak it out." Qiu Yeyi's eyes darkened, her lips pressed into a thin line as she gazed at him in a low voice.

Amidst the tremors, Leng Shuangcheng, unable to withstand the intense impact, grabbed Leng Shuangcheng's neck and groaned under his breath. Qiu Yeyi's lips curled slightly, her palms slamming onto the table before she suddenly thrust forward, ultimately causing Leng Shuangcheng to let out a suppressed groan: "Qiu Ye..."

The moonlight was bright and white, and the flower branches outside the window swayed gently, casting dappled patterns on the snow-covered walls of the room, as chaotic as a sky full of stars. Leng Shuangcheng stared wide-eyed at the swaying bamboo shadows, her thoughts following the movement of the shadows. Beside her, she heard steady breathing. Qiu Ye leaned against her sword, her eyes closed in sleep, her face more beautiful than moon-white porcelain, her radiance dim yet her indifference undiminished.

The person next to her was already fast asleep. She looked at the room full of moonlight, and after a long time, she quietly moved her arm. Qiu Yeyi opened her eyes.

"Where to?" He asked coldly, his long, narrow black eyes gleaming with a chilling light.

Leng Shuangcheng chuckled awkwardly, "Your arm is sore and numb, can you let go of it for a bit?"

Qiu Yeyi coldly released his left hand, and Leng Shuangcheng took the opportunity to pull it back, placing her hand on his wrist to loosen the numb joint. Her eyes looked up, sparkling brightly. Qiu Yeyi turned his head slightly, his dark eyes staring at her serene face for a long time, before suddenly saying, "You seem to be in very good spirits."

Leng Shuangcheng smiled silently: "It's just that you've suffered, having to be on guard even when you're asleep."

Qiu Yeyijian reached out and pulled her body down to his chest, looking into her eyes and saying, "If you know I'm having a hard time, then don't run around." Leng Shuangcheng struggled slightly to get up, but Qiu Yeyijian held her tightly with both hands, remaining indifferent and silent.

"Are you planning to lock me up for the rest of my life?" Leng Shuangcheng noticed the change in his eyes and immediately lay obediently on his chest.

A faint, lingering fragrance wafted from Leng Shuangcheng's hair, gently wafting past his nose. He was quite pleased with the black hair that had been washed clean of the medicinal scent of the Immortal Abode, and kept stroking it: "Yes, I'll grant you whatever you want, except for leaving my side."

Leng Shuangcheng sighed, her chin resting on his chest, her expression sharp and piercing. Qiu Yeyijian suddenly said slowly, "Someone told me with deep regret that if you like someone, you should never let go easily."

Leng Shuangcheng was unaware of Li Tianxiao's ice crystal sculpture and was surprised, but she asked calmly, "Who?"

Qiu Yeyi didn't answer, but silently stroked her hair.

The room was completely silent, with the moonlight flowing gently like water.

Qiu Ye's robes were slightly open as she leaned against the sword. Leng Shuangcheng followed the path of his snow-white skin and saw two slender collarbones protruding, resting on his delicate and firm jawline, elegant as clouds in a graceful arrangement. She turned her gaze back to listen to his heartbeat, and quietly poked him with a finger: "Qiu Ye, you can be really unreasonable sometimes."

Qiu Yeyi reached out and pulled Leng Shuangxiang's robe straight, covering his body. His pupils were cold and indifferent, his face like a plum blossom braving the cold winter, pale as snow without a trace of redness: "Still not asleep when the moon is high in the sky, you're full of evil intentions, you must be plotting something."

Leng Shuangcheng's fingers immediately went limp and she said with a forced smile, "I've already done as you say, what else is there to worry about?"

Qiu Yeyi stared coldly at her: "You usually talk in circles and refuse to be touched, but you're so obedient tonight. How can I feel at ease?"

Leng Shuangcheng felt a chill run down her spine. Bai Shi's painting had already caused her great distress today, and now Qiu Yeyi's sword had stripped away her disguise. She could only sigh, "I've told you about my master, haven't I? You're always just as sharp as her."

"Don't think about the past. Thinking too much about it will only lead you astray." Qiu Yeyijian tugged at her hair and said firmly, "If something's on your mind, just say it. You won't be able to hide it from me sooner or later."

Leng Shuangcheng thought this was true, and after considering it, he honestly replied, "There is something on my mind that I want to discuss with you."

"You've learned your lesson a lot." Qiu Yeyi kissed her lips and cupped her face in his hands. "Say it, otherwise I won't be able to get a good night's sleep if things get chaotic."

Leng Shuangcheng looked into his dark eyes and said very seriously, "I want to catch the Desolate Jade Snow with my own hands. Promise me."

Leng Shuangcheng's pupils were round and dark, like dandelion petals scattered, leaving only the sharp, prominent tip of the stem. Qiu Yeyijian gazed silently into her yearning eyes, his cold expression remaining silent.

Leng Shuangcheng held her breath, cautiously awaiting a result. Rumor had it that Qiu Yeyijian always kept his promises; once he agreed, he would never again restrict her movements.

"Alright." Qiu Ye Yijian pondered for a long time before uttering a single word. Seeing Leng Shuangcheng breathe a sigh of relief, she couldn't help but say coldly, "Huang Yu Shuxue is a woman, I disdain to lay a hand on her..." Leng Shuangcheng couldn't help but feel relieved, her face showing a hint of relief after the storm. Qiu Ye Yijian then sneered, "I have to let you loosen up a bit, Leng Shuangcheng's best trick is to play dead and pretend to be alive."

Ignoring his sneer, Leng Shuangcheng, having achieved her goal, turned over to lie flat. After closing her eyes for a moment, she couldn't help but shout, "Qiuye, didn't you say you were going to get some sleep?"

Qiu Yeyi pressed down on her restless body with his sword, and said with a sinister smile, "You woke me up, and you still expect me to be a saint?" His fingers and lips had already reached the place he longed for, repeatedly sucking and caressing. Leng Shuangcheng endured for a moment, and finally groaned in suppressed pain.

The indoor scenery was enchanting, while the moonlight, with a hint of cold indifference, silently gazed upon the vast earth.

27. Chess Pieces

The grass is fresh and green, growing in clusters across the stream. The clear, white water tinkles and meanders merrily towards the corner of the pavilion.

The pavilion is an elegant octagonal pavilion, and the person is a stunningly beautiful woman.

Shuxue stretched out a snow-white wrist and gently lifted a green leaf that had drifted along the winding stream. The leaf floated on the water, tinged with the mist and frost, appearing somewhat cold and sharp.

This is the leisurely place that Shuxue renovated. She gave this water and pavilion an elegant name: Chess Mountain. Although there is no mountain at all, since the young master called it that, Old Jin dared not comment. At this moment, not understanding the young master's thoughts, he could only stand respectfully by the pavilion, counting the lush green grass at his feet.

The woman in white, her hair styled in a snowy white robe, stood gracefully to a stop. She turned around and smiled, a smile that was both serene and alluring: "How is it?"

Old Jin prostrated himself and bowed: "News has come from the main altar that General Yelü has agreed to the young master's request and will attack the city as soon as the appointed date arrives."

Shu Xue walked over gracefully, holding a leaf on her wrist, her eyes sparkling: "That's excellent. Once the battle begins, Song will inevitably be unable to attend to both ends, which will give us some advantages."

Old Jin hesitated for a moment, then said, "Does Young Master think that Young Master Qiuye knows about our plan?"

Shu Xue smiled faintly: "Those who achieve great things must consider all aspects. Recently, Young Master Qiuye, who has never left his home, went out in full regalia, ostensibly to find Leng Shuangcheng. He must have been secretly using some tricks, so he can guess the changes in the Northern Frontier to some extent. He just needs to confirm the source of the information. If I were to invite him to play a game of chess right now, do you think he would come?"

Old Jin stood there, staring at Shu Xue, and said in a daze, "Young Master truly understands his opponent very well. But we possess the Sun and Moon Golden Wheel, and Young Master is wary of its power, so he may not come to the appointment."

Shu Xue shook her head, smiling sweetly: "He's not stupid. Before Wu Sanshou died, he must have revealed the secret of the Golden Wheel to him. Even if we use up all the white stone and iron sand, it will take three months to make the weapon. We've already lost a lot of weapons for the previous plan. Right now, apart from Wei Wuyi's weapon, all the others are only half-finished products based on the timeline. Even if there are any spare weapons, he will definitely come."

Facing Lao Jin's still questioning gaze, she smiled slightly and asked, "Has the Left Envoy forgotten that the young master was defeated in the martial arts competition at the Iron Tower?"

"No."

“That’s right,” Shu Xue said leisurely. “Such a proud man has withstood the power of weapons. If he dares not keep the appointment, wouldn’t that mean he is cowardly? Wouldn’t that make him a laughing stock in the world?” She paused and smiled confidently. “So, once the invitation is sent, the young master will definitely come.”

Old Jin asked, "If that's the case, what does the master intend to do?"

Shuxue played with the fallen leaves, gently stroking their edges, and suddenly said, "Young Master knows more than just this."

Old Jin asked curiously, "Could it be..."

"Yes." Shu Xue smiled slightly. "He already knows about the spy network and the iron mine."

Old Jin looked suspicious, but Shu Xue just chuckled and said, "The invitation can only be sent after he returns to his residence. He can also deduce that since we can track his whereabouts, there must be spies around him. So the maid Ruan Hong will be killed sooner or later."

“When we were building the underground mining site last time, Wei Wuyi failed to supervise properly. A fat swordsman (a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect) escaped with jade artifacts. The tribute items flowed into the market, which attracted the attention of the young master. He was also arrested by An Jie. It has been confirmed that he has become suspicious and sent people to investigate Baishi Mountain. Judging from the hidden sentries that were killed five days ago, they should be people from Bixie Manor.”