El viaje de una mujer loca a través de la dinastía Song

Capítulo 18

Although Feng Xinglie felt sweet inside from being "touched" like that, he was also embarrassed. He half-heartedly resisted and said, "You're going to die! What are you thinking? Zi Mo and Ye Piao are still here!"

Ling Yuxiang awkwardly raised his head, and Feng Xinglie couldn't help but glance over as well. The tent was already empty; it turned out that Zi Mo and Ye Piao had dashed out of the tent like lightning while the two were discussing "understanding me, understanding you," and had sealed the tent flap tightly behind them. They were too experienced; once the prince uttered such words, it wasn't far from being a nerve-wracking experience. To avoid getting goosebumps, it was best to retreat as soon as possible.

Ling Yuxiang gave Feng Xinglie a sly smile: "Now that there's no one around, can I start thinking?"

Blushing, she lowered her head. What woman doesn't love sweet words? Feng Xinglie was, after all, just an ordinary man, unable to be as detached as a god. She closed her eyes, letting his burning breath draw closer and closer...

The sudden cheers outside the tent startled the two people who were lost in passion. Ling Yuxiang was startled, while Feng Xinglie jumped up and rushed outside the tent, asking, "What happened?"

"Commander Lie, your 10,000 light cavalry led the refugee army to a campfire for roasting meat and drinking, saying that they are setting off tomorrow and, according to your rules, they are going there first to bolster their courage."

Feng Xinglie suddenly remembered that he had instructed Youying to send troops tomorrow. She was usually too lazy to ask too many questions about these matters, and according to past practice, this was nothing unusual. How could the refugee army be willing to fight for you if you didn't give them some benefits? Although the money available openly wasn't much, the Dark Moon Gate caravans would always leave cattle and sheep behind when they passed by, which was probably at the behest of Youlan, who lived nearby. If those people at the bottom of society were well-fed and watered and felt the goodness of the Lie army, they would probably stay even if you gave them two legs.

Secretly pleased that these kids finally had some brains, Feng Xinglie pulled Ling Yuxiang, who had followed him out, and said with a smile, "Come on, I'm having a bonfire party. We've been busy for days and deserve a break. Let's go have some fun."

Ling Yuxiang was initially annoyed that these people had ruined his plans, but seeing Feng Xinglie so happy, his heart softened. He then gave Ling Ke a few instructions, suggesting that the entire military camp be included, to avoid the subordinates being envious and annoyed, and saying that their commander was not generous enough. Ling Ke happily agreed, and soon the entire mountain was filled with surging passion.

Feng Xinglie and Ling Yuxiang casually stepped out of the tent and saw a sea of red firelight in the military camp, stretching as far as the eye could see. Their hearts were filled with boundless joy.

Not far away, a man was beating a drum and casually singing a few lines of a rough, gruff tune, which immediately won him a round of applause. The soldiers were known for their boldness and ruggedness. They didn't even bother to pick up the large bowl right next to them when they drank. Instead, they picked up the jar and gulped it down. The jar was slammed down on the ground with a loud bang and almost shattered in two.

"I'd like to try drinking like that once too." With his face glowing red from the campfire, Feng Xinglie's heart soared.

"Nonsense! I don't care if you drink a little, but drinking like this will make you drunk right away! You're a high-ranking military commander! If you lose your authority, how many people will respect you?" Ling Yuxiang glared at her, reminding her, but he also had his own selfish motives. He didn't want others to see Feng Xinglie drunk. Women tend to show some charm when they're drunk, and it's a small matter if they're exposed, but it's a big deal if others see it! Thinking about this, Ling Yuxiang couldn't help but be surprised at how strong his possessiveness towards her was.

Feng Xinglie knew he couldn't do that, so he shrugged to show his helplessness, casually poured himself a bowl, and drank it slowly while smiling. Ling Yuxiang sat down beside her and opened a jar of wine, but had no interest in drinking it. Her face became even more rosy and radiant after drinking, possessing a unique charm that captivated him, making him unable to look away. He couldn't care less about anything else.

After downing a bowl of strong liquor, Feng Xinglie's cheeks flushed red. When she touched them, they were burning hot. She couldn't help but chuckle to herself that her alcohol tolerance was really not that great. Under the stimulation of alcohol, her mood became more and more excited, and her emotions burst forth. Amid the surrounding noise, she turned the bowl upside down and, imitating those who sang songs, raised her chopsticks and clapped along.

"Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return?"

Have you not seen the sorrow reflected in the bright mirror of the high hall, where white hair, once black as silk in the morning, has turned to snow by evening?

Enjoy life to the fullest when you're successful; don't let your golden goblet stand empty before the moon.

Everyone has their own unique talents, and even if I spend all my money, it will come back again.

Let us feast on roasted lamb and slaughtered oxen, and drink three hundred cups of wine in one go.

Master Cen, Master Danqiu, let's drink! Don't stop drinking!

I'd like to sing you a song; please listen attentively.

Bells and drums, delicacies and jade are not worth treasuring; I only wish to be drunk forever and never wake up.

"Heroes of the past are all lonely, only drinkers leave their mark..."

He paused mid-song, shaking his head inwardly. How could he have turned a sage into a hero? He must have been influenced by Ling Yuxiang's words. Thinking this, he looked up and gave him a blank stare, only to find that everyone around him was staring at him, frozen in place, the only sound the crackling of the firewood.

"What? Did I sing too well? Are you all stunned?" Feng Xinglie teased. It wasn't that she was bragging; when she sang karaoke, she always won applause.

"You're still as arrogant as ever." Ling Yuxiang was both annoyed and amused, but she had to admit that this arrogant person did have the right to say it. However, when it came from her own mouth, it sounded different when others tried to praise her. So she teased, "When you sang 'A Song with You' just now, were you trying to sing it just for me? I was so excited listening to it."

Seeing his smug look, Feng Xinglie, emboldened by the alcohol, scoffed, "Sing then, are you afraid of me?"

She waved to the man beating the drum in the distance and called out loudly, "Beat the drum!"

The man paused for a moment, then suddenly sprang to attention, and a fierce drumbeat resounded.

With renewed vigor, recalling Ling Yuxiang's words from earlier that day, Feng Xinglie tapped out a rhythmic pattern with his bamboo chopsticks, his spirits soaring, which caused the faces of those around him to flush as well.

"Waiting for whose boiling soul?"

If the landscape were to lose its luster

Come and save this desolate world

Who brought to life the grudges and love affairs?

My heart is filled with worries that I have no time to shake off.

"Only to fight for the world and create legends"

"Clang!" The sound of the longsword being drawn carried a chilling aura as it flew into the air. A fiery red figure leaped out and steadily caught the sword in mid-air. His eyes were filled with heroic spirit. In an instant, his clothes fluttered, his sword was as powerful as a rainbow, and the cold light flashed under the moon, creating a breathtaking dance.

Feng Xinglie was overjoyed to see him wielding his sword, and his singing became even clearer and more invigorating.

"Only by upholding the world's principles and embracing its grand vision can one truly benefit the nation."

Bloodstained enemy town, yet it was all for slaughter.

Is this contrary to the laws of nature?

Alas, the lament remains unfulfilled, what a pity!

Fearing the passing of time, I will live only according to my beliefs.

Let future generations judge.

His red robes billowed, his imposing presence overwhelming, yet he used various angles to conceal his divinely handsome face, his eyes fixed solely on that one person. She clattered her chopsticks louder and louder, the jarring sounds jarring, but her radiant eyes remained fixed on that fiery red figure. Regardless of the number of people around, at this moment, their eyes saw no one but that one person!

The voice rose again, and the sword flashes became even denser!

You are the roar of the wind and sand.

You are the steadfast guardian of the precipice.

You are the loneliness between your brows as you look up at the moonlit night after the sword's edge has passed.

You are the composure of a drop of water.

You are the gentle fragrance of fallen petals

You are praised for all ages, yet you silently lament the setting sun.

flesh……"

"Snap!" The bamboo chopsticks broke with a sound, the porcelain bowl shattered with a bang, the long sword snapped in two, and the surging momentum of the thousand waves came to an abrupt halt. Heaven and earth were silent, and time seemed to have stopped.

With a slight gasp, the deep resonance within my heart could no longer be contained.

"Hahahaha..."

The unrestrained, arrogant laughter lingered in the air, unable to dissipate for a long time.

All the soldiers and generals around them watched them silently. It was as if an unassailable and uninterrupted domain had formed between them. It was incomprehensible and inexplicable, yet so obvious that no one had the courage to step into their space and disrupt this perfect harmony.

They laughed for so long, so long, so heartily, so joyfully, so unrestrainedly, their hearty laughter turning into an eternal image, an eternal tale, deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone around them.

Their commanders, two peerless geniuses, had many things between them that were hard to understand.

They couldn't understand it, but somehow they knew it was the most precious thing between people.

Ling Yuxiang and Feng Xinglie gradually stopped laughing, their throats burning, but they felt a sense of relief they had never felt before.

His eyes sparkled with a bright light. He reached out his hand, and she gripped it tightly without hesitation.

Who says heroes are lonely? In this world, there is one person who understands you so well; what more could one ask for!

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[Border Storm: Chapter Thirty-Six - Remnants of the Army and Their Revenge]

The dense jungles of the Southern Frontier were always fraught with danger. A man dressed in blue quietly pushed aside the thorns and moved forward slowly. His brows were furrowed, and he was as nimble as a cat, carefully and cautiously checking his surroundings. After confirming that there was no one else around, he plunged into a dense thicket of thorns. Behind it was a cave!

Following the cave path, before long, a completely different world unfolds before your eyes.

Surrounded by mountains on all sides, with steep cliffs soaring into the clouds, it is a natural secluded place, a place to hide people.

A man dressed in heavy armor, resembling a military general, stood coldly in front of the camp not far away. He had apparently been waiting there for a long time. Upon seeing the newcomer, he slightly opened his eyes, let out a heavy snort, and the giant axe in his hand instantly flew out of his grasp, creating a whirlwind before crashing to the ground and embedding itself deeply into the earth! Staring at the axe that was only a few feet away from his toes, the man in blue broke out in a cold sweat, looking at it with trembling eyes. His shaking body revealed his extreme fear.

"So you finally decided to come back? I ordered you to have Hong Qi sow discord between the Lie Army and Ling Yuxiang, but you brought me a Lie Army squad that was constantly in pursuit? If it weren't for our stronghold here, my remaining five thousand elite soldiers would have been wiped out! Is this how you serve me?" He smiled coldly and wickedly, his words revealing deep dissatisfaction. His face was not clearly visible through his heavy armor, but a hint of ferocity could be faintly seen. He grinned, his voice terrifyingly sinister.

"It seems you don't want all of this month's antidote."

The man in blue turned deathly pale. He was poisoned and if he couldn't take the prescribed antidote on time, he would suffer excruciating pain. If it really came to that, he might as well end his own life.

His knees buckled, and he knelt weakly on the ground, trembling as he said, "Your Highness, spare me! Hong Qi's assassination attempt on Feng Xinglie failed! Ling Yuxiang isn't stupid either. I don't know what methods Feng Xinglie used, but he and Feng Xinglie reached an agreement, seemingly becoming close friends. I haven't been infiltrating the refugee army for long, so it's difficult for me to find out the cause and effect of Hong Qi's incident. Feng Xinglie and Ling Yuxiang are extremely skilled in martial arts, and I dared not get too close when gathering intelligence. I only know that Hong Qi didn't even leave behind a corpse; he was dragged out and burned to ashes that day. Later, Feng Xinglie secretly sent troops to investigate the vicinity. I came several times, but I only spotted the patrols from afar and dared not take any risks. It wasn't until today, when Feng Xinglie and Ling Yuxiang mobilized their troops and left, that I dared to come and report."

A glint of cold light flashed in the eyes of the heavily armored general beneath his helmet, a rare hint of emotion flickering within them. He sighed softly, "So Hong Qi is dead... I had guessed it before, alas..."

"Third Prince, do not be sad. Hong Qi is, in the end, just a pawn," the man in blue advised.

The heavily armored general sneered coldly: "You care about me? Stop pretending. I'm just lamenting the loss of the spy I've planted by Ling Yuxiang's side for so many years. Besides, aren't you just a pawn yourself? You're only concerned about the antidote for the Gu poison in my hands, aren't you? Hmph!"

The man in blue looked flustered, but his obsequious tone remained unchanged: "Your Highness is a powerful and ambitious man. As long as you kill Ling Yuxiang, you will rise to prominence in Ling Kingdom sooner or later. The Empress Dowager is also waiting for your triumphant return. Now that the Empress Dowager is under house arrest by the Emperor, Your Highness can only rely on yourself. Although I am just a pawn, I know that if something happens to Your Highness, I will die within a month. I am not being hypocritical; I am just concerned about my own life and death."

Hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in the heavily armored general's eyes, and he sneered, "When did you finally see the light? But you're wrong about one thing. Empress Dowager Xiao Yun won't wait for me to return. Hmph, for her, a prodigy like me returning to the palace would only be a scourge. My identity has never been made public. Who knew that the Great Ling Kingdom would have a third prince? Her plan is just to get me to help her get rid of Ling Yuxiang. No one knows a son better than his mother. It's a wonder she knows that the person I hate most is Ling Yuxiang."

His words were full of sarcasm and ridicule, clearly showing his disdain for the biological mother he spoke of.

This person was extremely cold and evil. If Feng Xinglie and Ling Yuxiang were the Asuras on the battlefield, then this person was the demon from hell. Although the former did not really care about human life and did not like killing, this person was a born killer. The heavy and cold bloody smell on his body could not be concealed, and his evil gaze made people feel fear involuntarily.

“But Ling Yuxiang has no idea about the existence of the Third Prince, so why…” The man in blue frowned, feeling puzzled.

"Hmph! He truly doesn't know of my existence, but that's precisely why I hate him even more!" The heavily armored general suddenly descended into a state of madness, laughing incessantly as if he were having a seizure, the laughter filled with intense hatred echoing through the small valley.

"I hate him! Why does he have everything I can't have! He has a kind mother, a high status, wields great power, is revered by thousands, respected by millions, and has had a smooth life from childhood, never knowing pain. He is a peerless genius, a war god! And me? We are both princes of Ling Kingdom, yet because of these eyes, I was abandoned by my birth mother from birth, left to fend for myself outside the palace, and because of these eyes, I was abandoned by the world! After I crawled out of hell and seized the Heavenly Robe Pavilion..." Quan slowly appeared and told me I was her son, that I was the third prince of Ling Kingdom. What does this mean? In terms of intelligence, martial arts, and forbearance, in what way am I, Ling Yuchou, inferior to Ling Yuxiang! Why is he riding high on his success and walking a bright path, while I, Ling Yuchou, have to suffer endless pain and hide in the darkness! Tell me, what does this mean?! He roared to the sky like a madman, staring intently at the man in blue with his eyes glowing with an eerie red light. The man in blue trembled all over from the red light in his eyes and couldn't help but close his eyes, not daring to open them.

"Hahaha, you're afraid of me? Good! Everyone should be afraid of me!" The heavily armored general finally calmed down, his voice turning cold. The eerie red in his eyes gradually faded, and a complex glint suddenly flashed in his eyes. He abruptly asked, "You said that Ling Yuxiang and Feng Xinglie have mobilized a large army. Where are they headed?"

"Feng Xinglie did not give any specific details to the refugee army, only that there was going to be a war and that they were heading south."

"Southwards?" The heavily armored general suddenly slammed his giant axe down, his voice chilling, "Baihui Pass!"

"What? They're going to attack Baihui Pass?" The astonished voice couldn't express the surprise in the man's heart. He exclaimed, "Baihui Pass is the border of three kingdoms. How could Feng Xinglie be so stupid as to go there? Not to mention that the terrain there is easy to defend and difficult to attack, even if he takes it, isn't he afraid that the three kingdoms will join forces to wipe them out?"

"It's precisely because it's at the border of three kingdoms that we can ensure its safety! These three kingdoms aren't fools. If Baihui Pass were in the hands of any one of them, it would lead to endless war. Therefore, it's better to entrust it to the reputable Lie Army. Since Ling Yuxiang went with him, he must have already reached an agreement with the Lie Army. In that case, the other two kingdoms will eventually also make agreements with the Lie Army. Baihui Pass is currently the best destination for the Lie Army." This calm and precise analysis would likely startle even Feng Xinglie if he were here. Few could discern her intentions at a glance, yet he saw through her with a mere gesture. Another reason is that this person doesn't care about human lives. He believes that in war, many deaths are normal, and naturally, he doesn't care much about the life and death of the people in Baihui Pass.

The heavily armored general suddenly let out a sinister laugh, and a thick killing intent filled the valley.

“Ling Yuxiang is cautious and prudent in his dealings with others, preferring to believe the worst rather than the worst. Feng Xinglie, on the other hand, loves adventure. Jiang Zhuo, this is your chance to make a contribution. As long as you do this for me, I will remove the Gu poison from your body.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhuo was secretly pleased. Although the Third Prince was ruthless, he would definitely do what he said. However, the sudden murderous intent made him shiver involuntarily. He lowered his head and sighed inwardly, thinking that the Third Prince was probably having some crazy idea again.

Gazing at the towering cliffs in the valley, the heavily armored general's eyes were filled with nothing but bloodlust.

Ling Yuxiang, you should be happy! I'm willing to pay any price to kill you on the battlefield! This time, even if our entire army is wiped out, I'll make sure you don't leave alive!

Dark clouds gathered, and a strong wind had picked up without anyone noticing.

At this moment, Xi Suifeng had already led all the troops of Liecheng out in full force, quietly passing through the hills south of Baihui Pass, intercepting the grain transport team with lightning speed, and silently cutting off the military food supply to Baihui Pass.

On the other hand, Ling Yuxiang and Feng Xinglie mobilized a large army to lay a trap in the desert north of Baihui Pass. This battle, which would shake the world, finally began in a night raid...

[Border Storm: Chapter Thirty-Seven - Thunderous Measures]

Wang Jinyong wiped the liquid on his face, which he couldn't tell was either sweat or blood. He was covered in cold sweat, and his once calm mind was starting to spin. All his thoughts were filled with regret.