Die Kampfsportwelt ist ein Sumpf

Kapitel 88

They stopped at a huge mausoleum, and Wei Zijun lowered her head and said softly, "I've brought you to see your mother."

He lifted Ashina Dilan off his horse and walked towards the stone forest of human figures carved from stone.

Ashina Yugu was buried in June when the vegetation was lush, and Reyikan was also buried together.

Touching Ashina Yugu's stone tablet, the tall structure inscribed with Turkic and Chinese characters depicting scenes of Ashina Yugu's battles, Wei Zijun's eyes reddened as she recalled his past and his deep affection before his death. She hoped she could help him protect this country.

Turning to look at the small, weeping figure, Wei Zijun knelt down and, in front of Reyikan's grave, tightly embraced Ashina Dilan. As if making a vow, she whispered, "Dilan, I will take care of you for the rest of my life... for the rest of my life..."

The herders of the Western Turkic Khaganate finally got to eat vegetables, though the harvest was also a bit late due to the late planting. To celebrate these rare vegetables, the herders danced joyfully around the campfire.

The generals in the east and west wings were flushed from drinking, and Wei Zijun, along with a group of ministers, repeatedly toasted the farmers of Dayu.

He Lu kept a close eye on Wei Zijun's wine cup, and when it was empty, he would refill it for her, even faster than the maids who were serving her, as if he was eager to get her drunk.

Wei Zijun drank to his heart's content, because there was a scholar named Zhang Shi sent by the Ministry of Revenue of Dayu. This man was not only well-versed in agriculture, but also handsome, refined and polite. He was knowledgeable in astronomy and geography, and could recite poems and songs on the spot, showing great talent.

It had been a long time since they had such a pleasant and unrestrained conversation. The two of them unconsciously recited a few lines of poetry, which prompted the ministers to recite their own poems with a hint of envy.

“Brother Zhang, although our Turkic land is not as rich as that of Dayu, it is vast and magnificent. Why don’t you stay here permanently? We Turkic people will treat you as an honored guest. Are you married?” Wei Zijun asked with a faint smile.

"Thank you for your kind words, Khan. I am not yet married," Zhang Shi replied respectfully.

"Brother Zhang, what do you think of my Turkic women? How about I arrange a good marriage for you, so that you can have someone to rely on while you are far from home?"

A blush spread across Zhang Shi's face. "Thank you for your kind words, Khan. I have no intention of getting married yet."

Wei Zijun smiled and said, "Brothers, if you fancy any of the women, just tell me directly. Don't be shy, hahaha."

As they were exchanging pleasantries, Geshu Que Sijin raised his flushed face and leaned towards Wei Zijun. "Khan, I have composed a poem for you to express my admiration for you." Ever since he saw his Khan and Helu rolling on the ground that day, he could not shake off that erotic scene, and he could not help but secretly compose a poem for his Khan.

"Quickly recite it for me to hear." Wei Zijun was excited and curious. This rough and burly man could also recite poetry. You really can't judge a book by its cover.

Geshu Quesijin cleared his throat and recited with a serious expression: "Day and night I miss you so much, your image floats in my mind, your figure is in my heart, my heart is filled with sweetness."

"Ugh...cough cough...cough cough..." Wei Zijun choked on a mouthful of wine, coughing until her face turned red, and still managed to sob, "Good...good poem...good...poem...good poem..."

Geshu Quesijin smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you for the praise, Khan." He swayed a couple of times before sitting down.

The ministers all turned red in the face, but seeing that their Khan did not laugh, they dared not laugh either, each of them almost suffering internal injuries from holding it in.

He Lu patted her back gently with heartache; even a poem could make her choke like this.

After a while, Asijieni Shusijin also stood up, "Khan, I have also composed a poem..."

"Huh?" Wei Zijun looked at him in alarm. "Sing...sing it for me."

"The bright moon shines, the horse's hooves tap into my heart, your face is like the sun, so bright and shining."

Wei Zijun's hand trembled, spilling a whole cup of wine on her face. Gasping for breath, she exclaimed, "What...what a poem...what a poem..."

Zhang Shi smiled as he looked at the young Khan in front of him, thinking to himself, "This Khan is really interesting."

After a while, Geshu Queqijin swayed twice and then stood up again. "Khan, I have composed another poem..."

"Cough cough...cough cough..." Wei Zijun cried out urgently, "Bahar, quickly help me back, I'm drunk...drunk..."

Volume Two, Turkic Chapter Seventy-Eight: Heartbreak

Wei Zijun was indeed a little drunk. This mare's milk wine was refreshing to drink, but it had a strong aftereffect. With Bahar's help, she entered the tent.

Bahar helped her sit on the bed, turned around to pour a cup of tea, and when he turned back, he saw that the person had already collapsed on the bed.

With a helpless smile, she gently removed her boots and then went to unbutton her clothes. Wei Zijun reached out and grabbed her hand, stopping her.

Looking at the fair hand tightly holding hers, Bahar felt a pang of panic. A blush rose on her beautiful face, and she softly called out, "Khan..."

Wei Zijun released her hand. "You can go now."

"Yes." Bahar turned to leave, but bumped into Helu who was walking in. "Yehu, the Khan is going to sleep. You should go back and rest."

Seeing that Helu showed no intention of leaving, Bahar repeated herself. The Khan was drunk, and she didn't want anything to go wrong; everyone she could stop was to stay outside.

"Bahar, the Khan said he wanted me to come and serve him tonight. You may leave now," Helu said calmly, raising his eyebrows.

Bahar's face flushed, he glanced at Wei Zijun who was fast asleep on the bed, and then hurriedly retreated.

He Lu slowly walked to the bedside and sat down. He leaned down and gazed at her sleeping face, recalling her drunken foolishness that day. His lips curled up, and he gently placed his index finger inside her lips with a smile. After a moment, as before, she moved her red lips and began to suck on it.

He Lu chuckled, his face full of tenderness, his eyes sparkling, as he lovingly stroked her cheek. He took out his finger, extended his tongue, and placed the tip of his tongue inside her lips. The sudden change in texture made her stop sucking, but after a moment, as if she had become familiar with the object, she began to move her red lips and suck again. He Lu chuckled. Who would have thought that the refined, intelligent, and sharp-tongued man of the day would be so adorable and endearing in his sleep? Unable to resist any longer, he hugged her tightly, opened his mouth, and swallowed her lips completely.

His burning lips slid down to her nose, eyelashes, delicate eyebrows, and ears, lingering on her earlobes before sliding down her slender neck. Wet saliva spread along the way as he breathlessly pulled open her collar, pressing his lips to her long-desired collarbone, licking the hollow of her neck for a long time.

He reached out and lifted her long robe, resolutely slipping his hand inside her inner garment. If he were to deceive the emperor, so be it; if he were to offend the emperor, so be it. He only knew that he loved her, loved her deeply, and neither being a man nor a Khan could stop his feelings.

His large hand slipped through her inner garment and caressed her skin; the smooth, delicate touch gripped his palm tightly.

"So beautiful..." he murmured, reluctant to let go for even a moment, and kissed her lips again.

Such violation caused Wei Zijun to groan involuntarily. Her soft and melodious moans fueled the fire within He Lu, but he didn't know how to release it. He just wanted to hold the person in front of him tightly to the bone.

"Please return, Your Excellency. The Khan has already gone to sleep." Fu Li's voice suddenly came from outside.

"Didn't your Khan tell you that two people can come and go as they please?" A restrained male voice broke through, clearly tinged with anger.

"The Khan did give the order, but he said that was only if he was awake. But now the Khan is asleep. Please don't make things difficult for me."

"But why is your Ye Hu still here?" The man's anger grew.

"Ye Hu, he said he came to serve you in bed," Fu Li said hesitantly.

After he finished speaking, there was silence outside, but then a loud "bang" was heard as the door of the tent was kicked open.

When Liu Yunde rushed in, He Lu had already jumped out of bed.

"What are you doing?!" Liu Yunde roared, throwing a vicious punch at He Lu's face. Caught off guard, He Lu took the full force of the blow.

The two men, like two enraged lions, were locked in a fierce struggle.

After being humiliated by Wei Zijun, Helu had been training diligently, even sneaking peeks at her martial arts practice. But he was still at a disadvantage, and in an instant, he received two more punches to the face. The fight escalated from inside the tent to outside, while a group of retainers watched helplessly, not daring to intervene. The Khan had ordered that they were not allowed to interfere with whatever his two relatives did.

He Lu was knocked down time and time again, but he got up again and again, until he was beaten so badly that he could no longer stand. Liu Yunde straightened his clothes and said coldly, "Stay away from her! Otherwise, I don't mind killing you."

As he walked into Wei Zijun's tent, He Lu struggled to get up, but fell down again. A group of followers immediately came up and carried him away.

Liu Yunde rushed to the bed, his large hand caressing Wei Zijun's face as he anxiously checked on her. Seeing the hem of her robe lifted, he roared and ran out the door, but He Lu was nowhere to be seen. He turned back to the bed and hugged Wei Zijun tightly, saying, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have argued with you." He buried his face in her shoulder, filled with self-reproach, and remained motionless for a long time.

He just stayed by her side until she fell asleep.

When Wei Zijun woke up in the morning, she immediately saw the head lying face down on her pillow. She rubbed her aching forehead and tried her best to recall what had happened yesterday, but apart from the two poems that had almost killed her, she couldn't remember anything else.

She gently nudged Liu Yunde and whispered, "Yunde—"

Liu Yunde opened his eyes, and the first thing he did upon waking was to hug Wei Zijun tightly, saying, "Be careful in the future, don't let anyone bully you."

Sensing his unusual reaction, Wei Zijun asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"What exactly do you want from me? How should I treat you?" Liu Yunde looked pained. "First it was my second brother, then the Khan, and now this Yehu. What am I supposed to do?"

Wei Zijun stayed in his arms for a while. "Yunde, let go first, let me tell you slowly." Seeing that Liu Yunde was stubborn and unwilling to let go, she could only sigh and say, "Yunde, I have always regarded you as my family. You know, in my heart, family can last forever. So I give you my best feelings, which is family affection. Don't you think it's good?"

"That's just an excuse. You look down on me." Liu Yunde shook her shoulder forcefully. "Indeed, that one is the emperor, this one is a high-ranking official, they are all of noble status, but I am nothing. I ask you, do you look down on me?"

“Nonsense, how could I despise you? What I give you is truly the best affection, believe me, truly the best…” Wei Zijun sighed again, “Only family affection can last forever.”

"No, I don't need family, I don't want to be family, no, I want love, I love you—" When these words came out, all three of them were stunned on the spot.

The third person was Dieyun.

Seeing that Liu Yunde hadn't returned all night, Dieyun came to the tent early in the morning to look for him. Wei Zijun had already given orders that Dieyun and Liu Yunde could come and go freely without prior notice, except when he was sleeping. It was this order that caused the trouble. As soon as Dieyun stepped in, he saw the two of them tightly embracing each other, and just then he heard three harsh words.

A sharp pain ripped through my body, my heart shattered in two, and the love that had long filled my heart was torn apart, bleeding profusely.

Turning around in despair, I ran out of control.

"Dieyun?!" Wei Zijun shouted.

"Look what you've done! Go and bring him back!" Wei Zijun pushed Liu Yunde away and jumped up from the bed.

Liu Yunde felt a pang of sadness, turned around, and walked out.

Dieyun could not be found all morning. According to the guards of the Khan's court, he had ridden out early in the morning.

Wei Zijun sent out a large force to search again, but they still couldn't find it.

That night, Dieyun did not return.

Wei Zijun did not sleep all night.

Looking at her bloodshot eyes, Liu Yunde felt a pang of pain in his heart. "Die Yun should have gone back by now. Should I go back and find him?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Zijun stepped forward and grabbed his collar. "Yunde, why don't you go find him? He's weak and naive. I don't know if he took any money with him when he left..." Her worried gaze turned to Liu Yunde with a hint of pleading.

Suppressing the overwhelming bitterness in his heart, Liu Yunde stood up. "I'll go find him. If I find him, I'll send him back. Maybe he won't come back."

She reached out and took off the snow-white, translucent jade pendant from her body. "Let's put this here for now. I remember the first time we met, I used this jade pendant to pay for my meal, haha."

A layer of damp mist enveloped Wei Zijun's eyes, her eyelids fluttering, and glistening tears welled up deep within her eyelashes.

He gently stroked her cheek, cupped it firmly, then slowly lowered it, and turned away softly...

"Yun De..." Wei Zijun looked up and called out softly, but the person's figure had already disappeared...

Outside, a light drizzle began to fall, its cool touch chilling his cheeks. Wei Zijun stood on his horse, gazing into the distance until that figure slowly disappeared. The figure moved very, very slowly, but it still vanished.

The wind ruffled a stray strand of her black hair, tiny water droplets clung to her eyelashes, and her hand holding the reins grew cold, as if she had stood there for an eternity.

The fine rain wets clothes unseen, and fallen petals land silently...

How long has it been? How long have they been gone? Wei Zijun doesn't know how she's gotten through these days. She thought she had let go of it all, but her heart is still aching, and she has no idea what the source of this pain is.

Holding a golden goblet, raising a cup to the heavens, he drinks to excess every day, yet knows not why he feels melancholy.

Autumn has arrived, the weather has turned cool, and the flowers have withered, just like the laughter and joy that have faded away, leaving only longing in our hearts.

This joy is always fleeting.

When it's there, you don't realize it; but when you lose it, you miss it to the core.

Yesterday's blooming flowers vanished overnight.

I drink wine by the eastern fence and write about the sounds of autumn.