El tercer erudito de la dinastía Song

Capítulo 32

“I have ordered the entire army to retreat thirty miles to temporarily avoid their advance, and a formation has been set up around the camp. With the current power of the Blood Soul Heavenly Stems Eight Trigrams Formation, it should be able to hold them off. But…” Ao Jun stopped halfway through his sentence. Jin Xuan was so badly injured that if the truth were revealed, he would only worry more, which would not be good for his recovery!

As if knowing what she was thinking, Jinxuan said in a deep voice, "Strategist, please speak freely."

Looking at Jinxuan's pale face, she sighed helplessly again. She seemed to be sighing frequently today! In the end, she decided to speak: "When the time comes, the Blood Soul Heavenly Stem Eight Trigrams Formation will unleash its greatest power. At that time, I'm afraid no one and nothing in the world will be able to stop it. Not to mention the Dragon Xuan Dynasty, even the entire world will not be able to escape its doom."

As expected, all three of them gasped. Jin Xuan's face turned even paler, and Ao Jun, with a hint of heartache, supported his shoulder and asked, "Are you alright?"

Feeling the warmth emanating from Ao Jun, Jin Xuan shook his head to indicate that he was alright. He quickly calmed down and asked in a steady tone, "The strategist has repeatedly mentioned the timing. What timing is it?"

Seeing that Jin Xuan seemed to be a little better, Ao Jun was relieved and said, "The time when the Heavenly Stems Eight Trigrams Formation and the Blood Soul Technique will be completely integrated, and the righteous and evil will be united as one, is what Mo Jun has calculated in the past few days. This time should be the extremely yin night fifteen days from now."

"The Night of Extreme Yin?"

"Yes, midnight fifteen days from now will be an extremely Yin time, a once-in-a-century occurrence. All things in the world are Yin and Yang. On this extremely Yin night, Yang energy rapidly weakens while Yin energy rapidly increases. At midnight, Yang energy will reach its lowest point in history, while Yin energy will reach its peak. At that time, the Blood Soul will unleash unimaginable power, while the righteous Heavenly Stems Eight Trigrams Formation will be at its weakest. The Blood Soul will seize this opportunity to merge the two into one," Ao Jun explained calmly.

"Does the strategist mean that good and evil have been irreconcilable since ancient times? Right now, the righteous Heavenly Stems and Eight Trigrams Formation is resisting the evil Blood Soul Technique, which is why the Blood Soul's power is so weak. But once the extreme Yin time arrives, the Heavenly Stems and Eight Trigrams Formation's resistance will be absorbed by the Blood Soul and used for its own purposes?" Jin Xuan asked.

“That’s right. Therefore, we must break this formation before the night of extreme yin arrives, otherwise…” Ao Jun didn’t finish his sentence, because everyone knew what the consequences would be.

The four of them fell silent. After a while, Jin Xuan looked at Ao Jun and said, "Strategist, can you think of a way?" Now they could only rely on her. He was a war god on the battlefield, invincible and undefeated, but he was powerless when it came to Qimen Dunjia.

Wei Ziqi and Zhao Zhiyang both looked at her. In their eyes, she saw trust and expectation, but... in the end, it turned into a sigh before she said, "I will try my best to come up with a solution before the night of extreme yin arrives. But before that, the matter of the Blood Soul Heavenly Stem Eight Trigrams Formation must not be known to anyone other than the four of us, so as not to cause panic and disrupt the morale of the army."

"Understood," Wei Ziqi and Zhao Zhiyang said in unison. Indeed, even they were filled with fear of this formation, let alone the soldiers.

Seeing Jinxuan frowning in thought, Aojun knew he was worried, but all she could say to him was, "Don't worry."

Little did he know that these words were like a reassuring pill, putting Jinxuan at ease. Yes! He should trust her abilities.

Chapter Thirty-Four: A Passionate Kiss

What's wrong? My mouth is so dry! Water! In a daze, Jinxuan felt his mouth was very dry and wanted to drink water, but his whole body was so heavy and tired that he couldn't muster any strength and couldn't get up. He looked like he had just been seriously ill.

"Water, water..." Jinxuan repeated unconsciously, longing for water.

"Here, have some water." A cool but pleasant voice reached my ears, and then I felt someone help me up. Soon, cool water was at my lips.

After gulping down a large cup, Jin Xuan slowly regained his senses. He looked up and saw his strategist's stunningly handsome face and his magnetically black eyes.

It was completely dark outside. It was nighttime. Why was she here? And what was wrong with him? Why did he feel so weak? He tried to ask, "You...I..." but when he opened his mouth, he found his voice to be very low and hoarse.

Knowing what he wanted to say, Ao Jun kindly explained, "Your wound has become infected with bacteria, it's inflamed and you have a fever. You've been unconscious for two days and two nights."

"Two days and two nights?" the hoarse voice asked, puzzled. He didn't know what bacteria were, but he was more curious about how she ended up there. Had she been taking care of him for the past two days and nights? Otherwise, why was she still in his tent so late? The hoarse voice asked again, filled with doubt, "You've been here the whole time?"

Ao Jun nodded and said softly, "The medical conditions here aren't good. A fever can be serious or minor, and I'm worried about it, so I'm staying." She didn't understand why, but seeing him feverish and unconscious, she panicked and lost all her usual composure. Only by staying by his side to take care of him could she feel at ease. Actually, she had never taken care of anyone before and hated it, but in the past two days, she found that besides worry, she also felt a little happy and sweet.

"You took care of me for two days and two nights without taking off your clothes?" Jinxuan asked again, still incredulous. He was afraid he had misheard, afraid it was all just his imagination. When had he ever felt so uneasy, so anxious, when he had always been in control of everything? (A bitter smile...)

"Hmm." Ao Jun nodded again. She had already explained it clearly enough, why was he still asking? It seemed his comprehension skills were very poor. Ao Jun mentally assessed him.

"Jun..." Jinxuan was so happy to realize he wasn't dreaming that he forgot he was sick and lost his balance, falling off the bed.

"Jinxuan, be careful." Seeing this, Aojun quickly reached out to support him. Unexpectedly, the force of Jinxuan's fall was too great. Due to inertia, the two of them fell to the ground. When Jinxuan saw Aojun fall as well, he quickly reached out to hug her.

As one can imagine, given the development of the plot, the two are now in a very ambiguous position. Sure enough, the two are now in a position where Jinxuan is on top and Aojun is on the bottom, with Jinxuan's hands wrapped around Aojun's waist. Their faces are very close, so close that they can feel each other's breath.

Ao Jun, who had never been so close to a boy before, was at a loss for what to do. She could only stare wide-eyed at the handsome face so close to her.

Jin Xuan, being a normal man, wasn't having it so easy. The person he admired was right before him, her faint, sweet fragrance so intoxicating, so stirring up his deepest desires, and so familiar. But at that moment, he couldn't recall where he'd smelled that scent before; he only knew he was completely captivated by her. The worst part was her completely bewildered, lamb-to-the-spot demeanor, so different from her usual cold and aloof self—it was so alluring, so adorable. Oh God! He really wanted it so badly… No, no… She was a man like him, no, but…

"Jinxuan! You're so heavy!" someone said, frowning in a rather unromantic way. Jinxuan really was quite heavy on her.

"Mmm!" But the person on top of her only gave her a perfunctory "Mmm," showing no intention of getting up. Jin Xuan stared at the alluring pink lips of the person beneath him, his struggling eyes gradually becoming deep and unfathomable.

"Hmm?" Ao Jun repeated the word helplessly, her heart screaming: I don't want you to say "hmm," I want you to get up! It's so heavy! It's so uncomfortable! The reaction in my body is so strange! This unfamiliar heat makes her mouth dry. Get up! Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she said, "Are you too weak to get up? Come on, let me help you!" As she spoke, she reached out and placed her hand on Jin Xuan's shoulder, gently trying to push him away.

"Jinxuan, you're so hot! Are you still running a fever?... Hmm... Jin..." Upon touching Jinxuan's body, Aojun realized his temperature was abnormally high. Hadn't his fever already subsided? Could he have gotten a fever again? This was dangerous... Startled, she quickly reached out to touch his forehead, but her hand was grabbed halfway through. Jinxuan's hand was frighteningly hot; it seemed his fever was quite high. But before she could finish speaking, the lips of the person above her were pressed against hers, swallowing all her words.

Jin Xuan finally lost control of himself. He only wanted to give her a light kiss, but when he touched her longing lips, the kiss became uncontrollable. It started as a gentle taste and then became a storm of plunder. He ravaged Ao Jun's pink lips, which were like rose petals, and then, when Ao Jun opened her mouth to breathe, he pried open her white teeth and went straight for her. He continued to conquer and plunder, making her little tongue dance with him.

As Jin Xuan kissed her, Ao Jun's brilliant mind completely went blank, her senses completely lost. She only knew that with each kiss, as his tongue penetrated deeper, her body grew hotter and hotter, as if something was about to burst forth. It wasn't until she felt something wet and sticky kissing and licking her ear that she snapped back to reality: Jin Xuan was… he was kissing her! How could he kiss her? She wasn't his girlfriend, nor his lover. Lover? Was he delirious from his illness, mistaking her for Xue? Otherwise, she was a man now, why would he kiss a man? It must be that, he must be mistaking her for Xue. This thought filled her with unbearable suffocation. Ignoring his illness, she forcefully pushed him off her.

Jinxuan, whether still in shock or unable to believe he had been pushed away, sat blankly on the ground watching the person in front of him stand up and brush the dust off his white robe.

Receiving her gaze, Jin Xuan snapped out of his daze, recalling what he had done in the heat of the moment. His face flushed crimson to his ears. Embarrassed and ashamed, he avoided her gaze, his mind racing: What had he just done? Why hadn't he controlled himself? She must despise him now, she must hate him. After all, what man wouldn't be angry if forcibly kissed by another man? Wouldn't he hate her?

"How long do you intend to sit on the ground?" A cold voice came from above, and Jin Xuan's heart immediately trembled: she really hated him. They could never go back to the days of heartfelt communication and tacit understanding. It was all his fault; who else could he blame? (Shakes head, bitter smile...)

Ao Jun, her heart pounding, could only mask her unusual inner turmoil and... bitterness (jealousy) with a cold voice. But to her surprise, the aloof prince, after hearing her words, remained motionless on the ground like a child, shaking his head with a wry smile. Had he gone mad from a fever?

"You didn't really burn your nerves, did you?" Ao Jun frowned and squatted down in front of Jin Xuan, reaching out to feel his temperature. Thankfully, it was normal! But his recovery was too fast! He was so hot just now, and now he's fine? Ouyang Jin Xuan truly lives up to his name. (Is this guy an idiot? Everyone broke out in a cold sweat…)

"Huh?" Feeling the coolness on his forehead, Jin Xuan suddenly looked up, only to be met with a magnified, stunningly beautiful face. She was frowning as she looked at him; was she worried about him? Was she...?

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing his dazed look, she temporarily forgot about what had just happened.

Her slightly worried tone and furrowed brows clearly showed that she was concerned about him. Thinking of this, Jin Xuan grinned and said with great joy, "It's okay, I'm fine, you don't need to worry."

"Really?" Ao Jun asked doubtfully, looking at him lying on the ground grinning foolishly for no reason, just like a mentally challenged child in a mental hospital. It would be hard to believe that he was alright.

"Really." Seeing her doubtful look, Jin Xuan nodded heavily, indicating that his words were highly credible. As the saying goes, words are not enough, and the exceptionally intelligent Prince Jin certainly knew, especially since the subject was the renowned strategist of the land; therefore, action was necessary. However, given his current weakness, completing this task alone would be quite difficult: he braced himself with his hands on the ground, using his legs for support, and slowly tried to stand up, but halfway there, he was too weak and sat back down.

"You're always so stubborn. Let me help you!" After Jinxuan tried several times without success, Aojun finally couldn't bear it anymore and said with a slight reproach. She reached out and helped Jinxuan up, letting him lean all his weight on her. The moment she touched Jinxuan's body and felt his warmth, the kiss from before suddenly flashed into her mind, making her blush all the way to her neck with embarrassment.

Good heavens! He had barely managed to control himself, and she was already giving him a girlish, reproachful look, and even supporting him—wasn't this testing his self-control? No, he had to close his eyes quickly, out of sight, out of mind, he couldn't afford to be impulsive anymore… But that damned, faint fragrance seemed to be working against him, constantly assaulting his nostrils, stimulating all his senses. He couldn't see it, but he could smell it! Even when facing the most formidable opponents, Ouyang Jinxuan had always handled things with ease; when had he ever been so disheveled? Mo Jun was truly his nemesis!

"What's wrong! Snap out of it!" Ao Jun shouted in Jin Xuan's ear. She had already helped him sit on the bed, but he still seemed oblivious, as if he were in a dream. What's wrong with him tonight? Is a fever really that serious? She couldn't stand the shrewd and capable Prince Jin's foolish expression.