Marry a Northern Song Dynasty civil servant

Chapter 46

However, just as he was about to mount his horse and leave, Yuan Hao dropped two atomic-level bombs.

One sentence and one prescription.

At that time, the warm sun shone overhead, and a gentle breeze blew. A handsome man in a blue robe sat sideways on a pure black steed, holding the reins. His elegant figure, handsome face, and curved eyebrows made everything seem so peaceful and beautiful, a perfect harmony.

When he spoke, his clear, pleasant, and powerful voice was like a clear spring hitting a mountain stream, instantly uplifting the mood and making one feel relaxed. He looked at Song Xiaohua, who was standing side by side with Lu Ziqi and desperately trying to suppress her sorrow and forced a dry laugh, with his amber eyes: "Now I'm going to tell you what I was interrupted twice before I could finish saying, so listen carefully!"

Leaning slightly forward, he said, enunciating each word clearly: "Would you be willing to be my, Li Yuanhao's, little Yao'er?"

Before the other party could react, he immediately sat up straight, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and tossed it lightly to Lu Ziqi, whose eyebrows were slightly raised: "Follow this prescription, and you will be fine for at least three years. After three years, I will definitely show up to bother you and enjoy the beautiful scenery of Bianliang with you, Brother Lu!"

After speaking, he no longer looked at the two of them, whipped his horse, and a clear, melodious laugh echoed through the vast sky with the sound of galloping hooves.

After hearing those words, Song Xiaohua was first a little confused, and then became very confused.

Yuan Hao was already fully aware that his feelings for her were not purely platonic friendship. Therefore, although he was somewhat shocked and speechless that she would suddenly confess her feelings to him at such an unfavorable time, it didn't actually cause a very strong shockwave.

Anyway, there's no way things could develop any further. It's just a way to satisfy a wish by talking. The three people at the top of this love triangle are very clear about this. They were shocked, but they just let it go and continued living their lives as usual.

Although, I really miss him, this man who silently stayed by my side and protected me without asking for anything in return...

The key to the mess is a name—

Li Yuanhao... Li Yuanhao!

Song Xiaohua's historical knowledge was so poor it was infuriating; she had absolutely no idea what remarkable things Li Yuanhao had done. However, she did know that this man had left a resounding mark on history, and moreover, he wasn't a Song dynasty person. In other words, he was considered a 'foreigner' in this era, and a foreign prince at that.

The reason she knows all this is entirely because Song Xiaohua was once a genuine 'fujoshi' (female fan of BL). One day, she read a very famous 'fan fiction' that told a poignant love story about Li Yuanhao, which was actually a romantic affair with another man...

A few days ago, during that medicinal bath, Lu Ziqi, completely naked, was unconscious... *poof*...

Chrysanthemums wither, leaving only scars on the ground... *plop plop plop*

Song Xiaohua stared in disbelief, while Lu Ziqi smiled bitterly, rubbed his forehead, and sighed helplessly.

She finally said it, and so openly, right in front of him. I really don't know if it was out of righteous indignation, deliberate provocation, or perhaps an attempt to make him feel threatened…

Yuanhao, son of Li Deming, the King of Dangxiang, was also known as Li Yuanhao.

Legend has it that this Tangut prince loved to wear white robes, a black crown, and carried a bow and arrows. He was always surrounded by more than a hundred people, exuding an imposing aura. He had been known for his martial prowess since childhood. Who would have thought that he would be such a handsome and elegant person? It truly is better to see it for yourself than to hear about it.

It was precisely for this reason that his true identity remained undetermined. It wasn't until he went to the prefectural capital and discussed border defense with his brother, as well as the marriage alliance that the Liao Kingdom and the Tanguts were planning, that he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and connected all the previous events. When he met him that day and made a slight probe, he finally confirmed his guess.

Yuan Hao went to 'Beiya' to take a route to the Liao Kingdom. Because it was a secret trip undertaken alone, he did not want to reveal his identity. He must have made arrangements beforehand, which is why he was able to easily cross the border without needing any official documents.

His trip to Liaodong was for one purpose only: to discuss marrying Princess Xingping.

Although the Liao emperor was young, he was ambitious and determined to restore the glory of his past, when he swept into the Central Plains. However, the Song Dynasty was now peaceful and prosperous, no longer the weak and vulnerable state it had been decades ago, suffering from war. The increasingly declining Liao Dynasty could hardly achieve anything on its own, unless it joined forces with the newly rising Dangxiang people in the west to form a three-way balance of power, in which case it would have any possibility of seizing the rich Central Plains.

Yuanhao's ambition was evident in the travelogue he had gifted to Yaoyao. The book almost entirely described the customs and culture of the Song Dynasty's border fortresses and the most economically and socially developed areas. Since it was written by him personally, it meant he had actually visited these places. The purpose of spending so much time and effort on this is self-evident.

And then there was the sheepskin map that pointed out the encampment of the invading Liao people, so detailed and accurate as to be practically flawless, that it sent chills down one's spine. It's safe to assume that there was more than one such map, and that it depicted more than just that one location.

Three years...

Are they confident that they can make the Tanguts and the Song Dynasty equal within three years?

With those sword-like eyebrows raised high, do you think my Great Song Dynasty has no one to rely on? That's far too arrogant!

He composed himself again. Now that he had revealed his identity, if they had the chance to meet again in the future, he feared he would never be able to have such uninhibited and carefree conversations as he had during this time…

Suppressing his disappointment, he opened the prescription in his hand, glanced at it, and his expression immediately changed. After a moment of silence, he finally couldn't hold back any longer and spat out a few words through gritted teeth: "This guy is really..."

Song Xiaohua, who had just temporarily stopped her increasingly skewed and distorted values, subconsciously tilted her head to look when she heard this, and was immediately dumbfounded: "Three months of abstinence!"

As the old saying goes, "Thirty years east of the river, forty years west of the river, fortunes turn in turn. This year it's my turn. It's not that I won't be punished, it's just that the time hasn't come yet. When the time comes, I'll be punished for everything." Song Xiaohua wholeheartedly agrees; the ancients were truly wise.

Besides the prescription, Yuan Hao's paper also contained many other instructions, such as what to eat for three meals a day and what to pay attention to in each season. Song Xiaohua memorized it word for word with the same determination she had when she was studying Marxism and Deng Xiaoping Theory, and vowed to carry it out to the end without any compromise.

As for the last four eye-catching characters, her first reaction was to bury her head in the sand and ignore them; her second reaction was to question her own eyes and comprehension; her third reaction was to pull her hair and howl like a wolf in frustration; and her fourth reaction was to remain calm.

Seeing Lu Ziqi's face, which was white with a hint of red and red with a hint of black, and the black lines all over his face forming a big pot bottom, made Song Xiaohua's heart, which was scratching like a cat, calm down instantly.

Scientific evidence shows that men are far superior to women in terms of 'primitive instincts'.

For men, this is an innate impulse; basically, once they reach a certain age, even without guidance from experienced men, they will instinctively and uncontrollably engage in it. Therefore, it's in men's nature to think with their lower bodies, and they feel helpless and innocent about it…

For women, it usually happens after they have practical experience that they "explode," which is why, compared to mature women of the same age, young women are more likely to have long nights of sleeplessness and find the loneliness of springtime unbearable...

In conclusion, objectively speaking, Lu Ziqi, who has been widowed for three years, is far more like a thoroughly parched tinderbox than Song Xiaohua, who so far remains only at the level of spiritual hunger. Most importantly, subjectively, Song Xiaohua has finally succeeded in winning him over. Being unable to physically possess a woman who has stirred his heart is truly tragic and inhumane…

Song Xiaohua calculated that from the time she coveted his good looks and wanted to push him down and take advantage of him until now, it had been about three months. In terms of time, it really did even out.

Thinking back on all the frustrations and entanglements I've experienced, although most of them weren't entirely his fault, the root cause was always related to him. It would be truly frustrating not to find a way to vent my anger and resentment. Who else could I 'repay' but him? Now, with Yuan Hao's 'feather' as my 'command arrow,' it's truly a stroke of luck!

However, on the other hand, Yuan Hao's inexplicable stroke of genius is probably most likely a joke; I've never heard of any necessary connection between stomach problems and circles and crosses...

Was this done to prevent Song Xiaohua from touching Lu Ziqi, or to prevent Lu Ziqi from touching Song Xiaohua? What a complicated and bizarre '3P' relationship... ugh...

Or perhaps, it was just to give her a chance to vent her anger and get back at him? Like how she deliberately omitted an ingredient from the herbal tea she gave Lu Ziqi, making him suffer terribly, was it actually because of her rabbit-like eyes and dumpling-like fingers when they first met?

Yuanhao, looking back now, I realize how much you've done for me in silence, and I was completely oblivious.

When I finally realized it, my heart had already been captivated. Since I have nothing to repay you with, I should sever all ties completely.

The words I spoke to you that day were my feelings for Dongqing, and also my apology to you.

I'm sorry if I hurt you...

The author has something to say: That fanfiction is a classic Tom and Jerry story—"Conquest".

My limited understanding of Li Yuanhao began with this article~ Speaking of which, his relationship with the cat is truly... such a strong-strong relationship that I adore!

Drifting by in a mess...

Chapter Fifty: Enough is Enough

"Holly, wear this robe!"

A sea of blue met his eyes, and he frowned: "No, change into something else."

A pair of small, jade-white hands held the collar of his clothes, tiptoeing to adjust them against him. Her unadorned face wore a very earnest and utterly innocent expression: "Why do you need to change? Look, this blue one suits you so well, it looks so good on you!"

Leaning back slightly, his two sword-like eyebrows pressed even closer together: "I don't like blue."

Going with the flow, she leaned forward, blinking her seemingly innocent big eyes: "Why?"

He subconsciously stretched out his arms to embrace the soft, fragrant woman who was throwing herself into his arms, but still kept a straight face: "I only like black and white."

"Huh?" Her face was full of disappointment and grievance. She wrinkled her nose. "So, you don't actually like the clothes I wear? Or is it that you've never even noticed what I'm wearing? A woman dresses up for the one she loves. It seems I've wasted my time. You completely ignore me..."

Although she knew perfectly well that she was using this as an excuse to play the victim, she couldn't help but soften her heart, and her expression softened as well: "You're overthinking things again."

"Really? So that means all my efforts to dress up every day haven't been in vain?"

Of course.

So that means you like the way I look?

"yes."

Do you like me for how I look, or for who I am as a person?

She choked for a moment: "I... like them all."

"Me too~"

She drew out the last syllable, embracing his body clad only in his undergarment, pressing her face against the skin revealed by his slightly open collar, her forehead gently caressing his warm collarbone: "Dongqing, tell me, why do I like you so much?" She lifted her face, extending her index finger to slowly trace the contours she had painstakingly drawn countless times, deeply etched in her heart: "I like your eyebrows, I like your eyes, I like your eyelashes, I like your nose, I like your mouth..." It paused on his tightly pursed lips, circling them very slowly twice, then continued downwards: "And your chin, your stubble, your Adam's apple, your neck..."

Her arm reached her shoulder, then her collarbone, and finally her chest, where a long, slender hand gripped her firmly: "Yaoyao..."

His voice held a threat, but the barely concealed hoarseness earned him a kiss, a light, fleeting kiss on his already warming chest: "Okay, I'll go help you change."

After saying that, she gently lifted her hand from the firm embrace with a slight push against the supple waist, folded the unwelcome blue cotton long shirt and put it away, opened the closet door and buried herself in searching elsewhere.

The person standing blankly by the bed had a strange expression on their face. After a while, they breathed a sigh of relief, quietly stretched their stiff muscles, and looked at the pretty figure with helplessness and frustration in their eyes.

This girl, just now she actually... she actually pinched his waist twice... that gesture... that gesture...

Yuan Hao, if I ever see you again, I'll smash a wine jar into your forehead. Your dirty tricks are just too... despicable!