El tercer erudito de la dinastía Song

Capítulo 54

“You said, ‘As long as you can stop Saint Chi, I, Mo Jun, am at your mercy,’ didn’t you?” Before Ao Jun could react, he pressed his lips against Ao Jun’s again.

The Strategist and the Princess: Battlefield Chapter 46 - Trapped

“You said, ‘As long as you can stop Saint Chi, I, Mo Jun, am at your mercy,’ didn’t you?” Before Ao Jun could react, he pressed his lips against Ao Jun’s again.

This time, Ao Jun was prepared. She dodged with a flick of her head and said coldly, "I only said you could do whatever you want with me, kill me or torture me, but I didn't say you had to repay me with your body. Get up." She was truly angry. She just didn't want so many people to die because of the Blood Soul Heavenly Stem Eight Trigrams Formation. Was she wrong to do that? Why was she being treated like this?

"Hehe... Kill you, skin you alive? I can't bear to, I only want you!" Yelü Ying didn't care about Ao Jun's dodges at all, and said with a wicked smile.

"But I don't want you, Yelü Ying. Don't make me hate you." Ao Jun said coldly, her eyes piercingly fixed on Yelü Ying, her breath coming in short gasps. She really didn't want to say that. She had always thought only weak and useless women would utter such pointless words. She never imagined she would stoop to this level today. If Xue knew, she wouldn't stop laughing at her for ten days or half a month. Next, she wouldn't be so old-fashioned as to say, "Hate me then! Being hated by you, having me forever in your heart, is better than being forgotten by you."

But that person was just so old-fashioned. Ignoring Ao Jun's gaze, Yelü Ying gently touched her face and said, "You hate me, don't you? It's better to be hated by you, to have me in your heart forever, than to be forgotten by you."

Ao Jun's lips twitched uncontrollably. Oh my god! She should just faint. He actually said something like that to her. What should she say next? She should just stay silent.

“If you don’t speak, it means you agree with me, hehe…” Yelü Ying grabbed Ao Jun’s head and turned it around, fixing it in place, and then leaned forward to say something.

"Yelü Ying, I'm warning you, don't touch me, Yelü Ying..." Although she was weak, Ao Jun still struggled violently this time, warning him as she struggled. Although her head was fixed in place, she didn't care about her injuries and shook her body violently, trying to kick the person on top of her away.

"Don't move, be quiet, or I'll acupuncture your pressure points and tie your hands and feet up." Yelü Ying finally couldn't help but shout, his voice becoming increasingly hoarse. Did this woman even realize that the more she struggled, the more it aroused his desire, making him want to possess her immediately?

Ao Jun was stunned by his shout and then looked at his rather strange face. Yelü Ying thought that with her intelligence, she must have realized it, so he stopped struggling and was satisfied and wanted to kiss her again.

However, Yelü Ying overestimated Ao Jun's emotional intelligence. She paused for a moment, not because she had considered the consequences of her struggle, but because she was brewing anger.

So when Yelü Ying kissed her again, she struggled even more violently, completely ignoring the pain of her wounds. As she struggled, she roared, "Yelü Ying, you dare to do this? A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. Do you think you can just tie me up like this, Yelü Ying?"

This is outrageous! Ling Aojun hates nothing more than being tied up. She remembers being kidnapped with Xue when she was little, often because she was the niece of the president of the Ling Empire. And because her mother was the top assassin in the underworld, she was frequently hunted and kidnapped by her enemies. Although they were always rescued, the fear and helplessness of being tied up were so clearly etched into her young mind. Therefore, she and Xue are terrified of being bound, which is why they later decided to learn martial arts, solely for self-defense. Kidnapping has always been a taboo for the two sisters, but Yelü Ying, unaware of this, has inadvertently violated this taboo.

"Your real name is Ling Aojun? I don't care if your name is Ling Aojun or Mo Jun, I've already warned you. You're asking for death, so don't blame me." Yelü Ying said with a wicked smile, pulling over the sheet and forcefully fixing Aojun's hands to the headboard. Then he gently touched her delicate pink hands.

So tender and smooth! He knew it, how could a man be so beautiful, hehe... It really is a woman, a woman! Yelü Ying suddenly felt extremely happy, happier than if he had obtained the whole world, and he wanted her even more impatiently.

He stroked her hand while biting her ear—such a crystal-clear ear! She was truly perfect, but if the person beneath her stopped moving around like that, she would be even more perfect. Why could she struggle so fiercely even with her hands tied? He almost couldn't hold her down. Luckily, he had sealed her martial arts long ago; otherwise, with her unfathomable skills, even though she was injured, escaping Cangliao's military camp would be a piece of cake! Sigh, if he hadn't been suffering from internal injuries, he wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble!

Although her hands were bound, the fear she felt as a child made her struggle even more fiercely than before. Moreover, Yelü Ying kissed her ear, which made her unconsciously think of Jin Xuan. Right, Jin Xuan, where is Jin Xuan? Why is she here instead of in Long Xuan's military camp?

"Stop struggling!" Yelü Ying roared at Ao Jun in a rage, his red eyes flashing with a dangerous light. He lowered his head and, without thinking twice, kissed Ao Jun's beautiful collarbone.

Ao Jun struggled and struggled, when suddenly she felt a suffocating pain in her chest. Her vision began to blur, and her mind started to wander. In her hazy state, she seemed to see Jin Xuan's worried and anxious expression. She reached out her hand and shouted, "Let me go... let me go... Jin Xuan..."

Hearing her cry, Yelü Ying, who was committing atrocities on her body, suddenly raised his head. His red eyes grew even darker, and his hoarse voice sounded like it came from the eighteenth level of hell: "Jinxuan? Ouyang Jinxuan? At this time, you're still thinking about Ouyang Jinxuan? You...you deserve to die..."

Ouyang Jinxuan, your heart only belongs to Ouyang Jinxuan, and has never given me, Yelü Ying. Why? Why? What is it about me, Yelü Ying, that I lack compared to Ouyang Jinxuan? Is my love for you any less than his for you? Ah! Why do you do this to me! What I, Yelü Ying, cannot have, I will never let Ouyang Jinxuan have either. I would rather die a glorious death than live a shameful life…

Yelü Ying's crimson eyes suddenly turned from dark to a blood-red, almost sapphire-like red, like a demon from hell, so bloodthirsty and completely devoid of reason. He gripped Ao Jun's neck tightly with both hands, shouting in a frenzied manner, "Die! Die..."

Yelü Ying's actions brought Ao Jun's scattered mind back to focus, but she immediately faced another painful situation: her throat was being choked, and she could only exhale, not inhale. It was so uncomfortable! Yelü Ying was choking her too hard, as if he was going to break her neck.

"Cough...cough...let go..." Ao Jun uttered incoherently, the words stuck in his throat, as if he hadn't said anything at all.

With her hands bound, she couldn't pry Yelü Ying's hands off, and could only twist her body from side to side, but it was all in vain. In fact, the intense "movement" caused the air in her chest to decrease, and she was about to suffocate. Moreover, it seemed that because of her constant struggle, the wound that had already opened up was now even more severe. Out of the corner of her eye, she vaguely saw that the pocket of her white inner garment had turned red.

Tears slowly streamed down her face, not because she was afraid of death, but because it was a natural bodily reaction. And it was precisely this natural reaction that saved her.

The bright light reflected from his gleaming eyes under the candlelight stung Ya Luying's eyes, slowly bringing his out-of-control reason back to his senses. His unfocused red eyes gradually regained focus, and the scene before him became clearer: his hand was forcefully gripping Jun's neck, and Jun... Jun's face was flushed red, his eyes were gradually losing focus, and his breathing seemed to be stopping. His body, which had been struggling violently just moments before, was now motionless as if dead. Startled, Ya Luying immediately released his grip as if electrocuted. What had he just done? He actually tried to kill Jun?

As soon as Yelü Ying released his hand, Ao Jun was finally able to breathe in fresh air again. Although she was still not fully conscious, she consciously took deep breaths of fresh air, her chest heaving.

Yelü Ying merely looked down at her coldly. Following her face downwards, what came into view was a large patch of blood red, so striking and glaring, deeply piercing his heart. His cold and ruthless expression could no longer be maintained, and he frowned deeply. A deep heartache and reluctance flashed quickly in his eyes. Without thinking, he immediately turned over and got off the bed.

As soon as Yelü Ying left, Ao Jun felt relieved. Her breathing became smoother, her eyes gradually regained focus, and her consciousness slowly returned. It seemed she had come back to life, but she would rather have remained unconscious as before. Because once she regained consciousness, she immediately felt waves of excruciating pain emanating from her wounds, truly piercing her heart, so painful that she wished she were dead. The pain made her close her eyes, but damn it, the more it hurt, the clearer her mind became, and the more clearly she felt wave after wave of agonizing pain.

Just as she was in so much pain that she was thinking of biting her tongue and committing suicide, she suddenly felt someone gently untying the sheet binding her hands and gently lifting her undergarment. Wait... her undergarment!

Ao Jun suddenly opened her eyes and saw Yelü Ying looking at her with a wicked smile. Just as she was about to get angry, Yelü Ying suddenly untied the bandage that was already stained with her blood. Because it was stained with blood and stuck tightly to the wound, untying it would cause another kind of excruciating pain. But Yelü Ying untied it so roughly and without warning that Ao Jun didn't even have time to scream before the bandage was already lying alone on the ground. Ao Jun just felt a wave of dizziness and was so numb that she couldn't even feel the pain.

That damned Yelü Ying didn't need to torture her like this if he wanted to kill her. I knew he had no good intentions. He knew the wound had already reopened and that it would hurt a lot when the bandage was removed, yet he was still so rough. He clearly wanted to make her suffer to death!

Just as she was about to glare at him, she unexpectedly caught a fleeting glimpse of heartache in his eyes. That look warmed her heart and gave her a jolt: when her mother was alive, whenever she felt even the slightest pain, her mother would look at her with that same pained expression. Although that look flashed so quickly, almost so fast that it seemed like an illusion, she was certain it was real—Yelü Ying still cared for her! Why? After she had used him so much.

"Yelü... ah!" Ao Jun was about to call out to Yelü Ying when Yelü Ying took a porcelain bottle and poured its contents onto her wound without warning. She screamed in pain and tried to sit up, but Yelü Ying pushed her back onto the bed halfway up.

"Bang!" His head slammed against the bed. Although the bed was quite soft, such an unexpected impact still hurt. Now, his body ached, and his head ached too. "That damned Yelü Ying must have done it on purpose." The guilt he had felt for him vanished instantly. "That glance must have been an illusion," Ao Jun kept telling himself, his eyes hardening into a fierce glare at him.

"Hehe..." Yelü Ying glared at Ao Jun and gave a wicked smile, as if he was very happy.

Ao Jun rolled his eyes helplessly. Good heavens! She was glaring at him, not flirting with him. What was he so happy about?

"My lord, I truly wish this wound would never heal, so that I could just keep applying the medicine like this. Hehe..." Yelü Ying said with a wicked smile as he lowered his head and gently blew on her wound.

"You're sick." Ao Jun glared at him fiercely. Who would do that?! Does he hope her injury will never heal? If that's the case, she might as well just die. This injury not only causes her excruciating pain, but she's also lying here at everyone's mercy.

What a pity! Because she was too weak, that fierce glare not only lacked any imposing presence, but also looked more like she was flirting with Yelü Ying. Yelü Ying laughed heartily at this, and naturally took her words as flirting with him as well.

Ao Jun reluctantly closed his eyes, deciding it was better to stay silent and let him laugh inexplicably for as long as he could.