El amor de un mortal a través de la dinastía Song del Norte

Capítulo 76

Wei Zijun stepped forward and said, "I'm sure the Khan has already guessed that the only outstanding figure in our Western Turkic Khaganate is Nifushabolo Yabghu, who has also expressed his desire to marry."

Upon hearing this, Helu glared at Wei Zijun with fiery eyes, but restrained by the occasion, he could only defend himself, saying, "Khan, you are wise. I have no intention of taking a wife!"

“Shabolo Yabghu! If you clearly want to get married, there is no need to be ashamed of it. Even if you truly have no intention of getting married, if it were my Western Turks, and the Khan ordered you to get married, would you still refuse because of your own desires?” With one sentence, Wei Zijun blocked his way out, leaving him with no way to refuse. At the same time, she also implied that Ashina Yugu would forcibly grant him a marriage.

"Alright, it is only natural for you to marry and have children. Yabghu, there is no need for shame. I, the Khan, will make the decision for you." Ashina Yugu ignored Helu's astonished gaze and asked Zhangarsunbo, "Your Excellency should also know the significance of the position of Yabghu of my Turkic Khaganate. Are you satisfied with this arrangement?"

"This... Khan, would you allow us to report back to the Queen before making a decision?" Zangarsunbo dared not agree immediately. If they really had to go back and discuss it, how could she not know that the Western Turkic Yabghu usually succeeded to the Khan's throne? Such a choice was undoubtedly good, but... the princess... thought, glancing at the deputy envoy to her side.

"Okay! That's fine then." Ashina Yugu was really tired.

As soon as he stepped out of the Khan's tent, He Lu roared, "Wei Feng—you stop right there!"

Wei Zijun turned around and smiled: "He Lu, is something the matter? If so, we can talk about it later. I'm in a hurry to go hunting! I don't have time right now."

"You, you stop right there!" He Lu continued to shout.

Wei Zijun continued walking forward, ignoring the roars behind her. Truly, how could someone so seemingly refined have such a terrible temper? Recalling his cold indifference when he held her hostage, how could he have become so violent?

Wei Zijun shook her head in confusion.

They rode swiftly and galloped all the way, thoroughly enjoying themselves, and returned laden with their game. Dieyun, who rarely put in such effort, was especially excited.

"Zijun, I never imagined your martial arts had improved so much. I can hardly beat you anymore!" Liu Yunde exclaimed.

"Of course, how could we not make any progress?" Wei Zijun raised her chin, showing a little pride.

Seeing Dieyun's gloomy expression, she knew she had touched a sore spot and decided to change the subject, "Dieyun, you're not going to stay here with me for the rest of your life, are you? If that's the case, I'll find Dieyun a Turkic wife. The girls here have high noses and big eyes, they're quite charming! Hmm? Dieyun? Do you want one?"

As expected, Wei Zijun burst into laughter upon seeing the fierce glare from Dieyun. Dieyun angrily shook the reins and rode off alone.

Wei Zijun and Liu Yunde then chased after him. It was better to make him angry than to make him sad.

But surely they wouldn't just stay here forever? She was willing, but what would happen to her master all by himself? But if they left, she really couldn't bear to part with him. How would he endure the lonely days alone?

Shaking his head to clear his mind of those troublesome thoughts, he saw that the two people who had run far away had already crossed the high slope, so he spurred his horse to chase after them.

After crossing that high slope, they saw the two figures, smiled, and quickened their pace.

As they galloped, a moving object suddenly caught their eye. Upon closer inspection, they realized it was a long line of people, clearly from the Great Yu Kingdom, appearing to be a merchant caravan. The group numbered about two or three hundred, with over a hundred guards alone. What important item required so many guards?

Wei Zijun felt a vague unease.

With these prey, they naturally had a game meal that evening. These days, while accompanying Dieyun and the others, they had visited Ashina Yugu less often, but they still visited his illness every day.

When Wei Zijun left Ashina Yugu's place, he sighed. His illness was getting worse and worse. It seemed that it was no longer a cold, but had become a serious disease. Today, he even vomited blood. Wei Zijun suggested that they go to Dayu to find a famous doctor to visit him, but Ashina Yugu refused to allow it.

If he really leaves like this, what will she do if she has to guard this Western Turkic territory? No, she has to go back to Dayu, back to Luling Valley, to open more branches of her Juyunlou. She has so many things to do; she can't stay here.

My mind became increasingly agitated, and my steps became unsteady. I walked to a felt tent and suddenly heard singing coming from inside. It was a bold and elegant song.

Huh? How can boldness and elegance be associated? But that's definitely the kind of singing voice I hear. Who could possibly sing such a voice?

Upon closer inspection, Wei Zijun realized that this was actually the felt tent where Helu lived. Could it be...?

She lifted her foot and walked towards the felt tent. Just as the attendant at the door was about to announce her arrival, she stopped him with a gesture.

Fu Li stood respectfully to one side with his head bowed, unsure whether he should continue reporting. Considering how much he respected the Left Wise King, he figured if he were to be scolded by He Lu, he might as well accept the scolding. In the end, he obediently remained silent.

As Wei Zijun stepped into the tent, a misty steam immediately enveloped her. He Lu was sitting upright in a wooden tub with his back to the door, bathing and singing.

Unexpectedly witnessing such a scene, Wei Zijun was initially stunned. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she stopped, a sly smile appearing on her face.

"Ye Hu has such refined tastes!" Wei Zijun strolled toward He Lu.

Upon hearing this, He Lu turned his head sharply, and when he saw Wei Zijun, his mouth dropped open so wide that his eyes almost popped out.

When Wei Zijun saw his surprised expression, she burst into laughter. She knew why he was reacting this way; he was afraid that she would retaliate in kind.

But she really didn't want to disappoint him, and planned to escalate the situation.

Before long, Wei Zijun had walked up to He Lu, who, as if waking from a dream, pulled his clothes over himself.

Seeing him, a grown man, clutching his clothes as if facing a formidable enemy, trying to cover his two rosy nipples as if someone were about to rape him, Wei Zijun found this reaction amusing and couldn't help but let out another string of light laughs.

She took a small step forward, gently tugged at the clothes that He Lu was clutching to his chest, and with a flick of her wrist, the pile of clothes was tossed aside and landed on the ground.

"You! What are you going to do?" He Lu's face remained stern, but there was a hint of unease in his voice.

Wei Zijun glanced wickedly into the bucket, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "How come it's so small? No wonder you don't dare to have women!" He then burst into laughter.

"You...you...you..." He Lu stretched out his long arm and pointed at Wei Zijun. For a man to be mocked to this extent was undoubtedly the greatest insult.

Wei Zijun raised her hand to suppress the angry finger and said softly, "However—it's okay if it's smaller. Maybe men will like it! For example..." She lightly placed her left hand on He Lu's shoulder, and the latter immediately froze. "I've heard that Protector Ye bathes every day? I like... clean men."

Her slender hand slid down gently, her long fingertips brushing against the rose-red fabric of her chest, and He Lu's body suddenly trembled.

Was he humiliating him? But why couldn't he resist? Why didn't he want to resist? He even... even... had come to like this teasing.

Wei Zijun sat diagonally on the edge of the tub, leaned down, and looked at He Lu's face.

This is an absolutely beautiful face, always giving off a clean and pure feeling. The brown pupils tremble with a bewildering look, and the pink, thin lips have distinct features, exuding an indescribable sexiness.

She stared at his lips, slowly approached, parted her lips slightly, and whispered, "You think... men aren't good enough?"

Gazing at that alluring face and those fragrant lips, He Lu could no longer resist and took a bite.

The sudden bite startled Wei Zijun, causing her eyes to widen in surprise. This was not part of her plan. After a moment of stunned silence, she quickly regained her composure and opened her mouth to bite him back. She was determined to kiss him until he was completely disoriented. She vowed to make him fall in love with men and to mold him into a typical homosexual.

The body in the water trembled incessantly, and involuntary groans escaped from its nose.

Wei Zijun refused to back down, increasing the force of her words and pinching the strawberry on her chest with her fingers.

"Mmm..." He Lu let out a soft moan, trembling, and couldn't help but wrap his hands around Wei Zijun's neck and shoulders, wanting to pull the other person closer.

He kept calling her a male concubine, so this is how much he hates men? Wei Zijun couldn't help but chuckle, pulling away the arm that was wrapped around her, turning her face away, and glancing at the bucket—it was already erect. A slight smile played on her lips as she leaned close to the man's ear, "It seems I have the ability—to turn you into a man."

But the kiss that was suddenly pulled away from him left him feeling incredibly empty. His longing eyes were fixed on those red lips, and he could no longer hear what she was saying. His heart and eyes were filled with desire.

Seeing his dazed look, Wei Zijun knew she had achieved her goal and didn't want to pester him any further. She lightly patted her clothes and walked towards the door.

The person inside the bucket, watching the figure about to walk away, cried out uncontrollably, "Don't go!"

Then, as if realizing something, he stood there stunned in a daze.

Wei Zijun glanced back, then pushed open the door and walked out...

The moon shines brightest on a snowy night. The cold sky is cloudless, like a dark blue gemstone, gleaming brilliantly under the moonlight. The light, combined with the glow of the snow, shines through the window, causing the person in bed to toss and turn, unable to fall asleep.

Lying on the bed, He Lu stared wide-eyed, his bright eyes flickering in the darkness. What was wrong with him? He had actually developed desire for a man. But it was more than just desire. Often, he would think of him; seeing him would excite him; when he left, he felt empty; when he was kind to others, he would inexplicably get angry; and he would deliberately wander around his sleeping tent, hoping to bump into him accidentally, even if the man teased him. Yet, strangely enough, he had come to enjoy his teasing...

The man who had done the wrong thing slept soundly, and from that day on, He Lu never called him a male concubine again. But the term "demon" seemed to be used more and more frequently. Even more surprisingly, on one occasion, he even called him a fox spirit.

Although the cursing continued, it seemed that "fairy" sounded better than "male concubine."

"Dieyun—run—" Wei Zijun's pure and joyful laughter echoed across the plains.

The arrival of Dieyun and Liu Yunde suddenly made her happy, as if she had returned to the carefree time in Dayu.

The two men behind them quickly caught up on horseback, saying, "Your horse is a divine steed. How can we compare? It's not fair."

“If you want one, I’ll ask the Khan for one for you. Why be so coy?” Wei Zijun pouted. “Now, see that grove? I’ll let you run past it first, and then I’ll chase you. If you lose again, you’ll have to keep your bet.”

Once the two had disappeared into the woods, Wei Zijun prepared to spur her horse and give chase.

Just as he spurred his horse forward, a fast horse suddenly galloped from the side. The rider, upon seeing Wei Zijun, suddenly shouted, "Left Wise King—" and then jumped off his horse and knelt before Wei Zijun.

Wei Zijun was somewhat confused. She quickly reined in her horse and stopped. The man had already prostrated himself on her, his voice trembling with sobs, "Your Majesty, please save our tribe! The caravans of Dayu are about to wipe out our Turgesh people!"

Wei Zijun was startled upon hearing this, "Quickly tell me what happened?"

“Your Majesty, those Dayu caravans wanted to exchange our Turkic Ferghana horses, but we refused. They then tried to force us to exchange them. Our people refused, and seeing that our tribe was small, they took advantage of our large number of guards and began to rob us. As a result, they killed our people. We fought back, and now they are almost all of us.”

"Take me to see." Wei Zijun turned his horse around.

She ran as fast as she could, and when that blinding crimson appeared before Wei Zijun, she was stunned. It was the pastoral area she had encountered when she got lost last time. Now, thick smoke billowed, and she saw women and children wailing incessantly, corpses lying everywhere, and in the distance, a group of black-clad guards entangled with the Turgesh people. The burning felt tents in front of her had even melted the surrounding snow.

"My son—let me go save him—Muta—" An old woman cried uncontrollably, struggling to enter the burning felt tent, but was held back by several middle-aged women.

"Wooden saddle!" Wei Zijun looked at the old woman. That old woman was his mother who had shed tears for him that day!

Wei Zijun leaped off his horse like a bolt of lightning, flying horizontally and straight into the raging fire.

Thick smoke instantly enveloped her, choking her and causing her to cough. Using her internal energy to force away the flames around her, her eyes, stinging and watering from the smoke, searched frantically and finally found the White Turkic man in a corner.

The man's body was charred, but beneath him he protected his cousin—the little boy who had called her "brother" that day.

He rushed forward and grabbed the boy's hand, trying to pull him out, but what he pulled out was a small, burnt arm...

Volume Two, Turkic Chapter Sixty-Seven: Slaughter

A profound grief welled up from the depths of her heart. Wei Zijun blinked, took a deep breath, flew out of the felt tent, leaped onto the Tesaru, and galloped towards the group of men in black.

As the herdsmen who fought so hard fell one after another, their blood staining the snowfield.

As he galloped, he bent down to pick up a long sword from the ground, and like a bolt of lightning, he swept through the wind and clouds, striking into the black tide.

It turns out that not everyone has a conscience; it turns out that this world is still bloody.

These people also have relatives, but they killed other people's relatives. Now they are just enemies, and what enemies need to repay is only blood.

Amidst the swirling light, the white dragon swept across the land like a demonic Asura, unleashing a nightmare of death.

The longsword, sharp and cold, swirled with the biting winds of the frontier and boundless, chilling killing intent, danced wildly and ceaselessly...

Blood bloomed on the snow, creating a dazzling patch of regional flowers, its vibrant color spreading endlessly. The white-clad youth, however, refused to be stained with a single drop of blood. He wielded his longsword, engulfing flesh and blood, leaving a trail of blood wherever he went...

Their figures moved with unrestrained grace, their cold eyes were sharp and piercing, white light and shadow flowed, and fierce sword light swirled. In an instant, the team of over a hundred people was reduced to only thirty or forty.

Just as the bloodthirsty sword was about to pierce another person, a shrill scream came from behind, "Don't kill her!"

Numb eyes focused, and there it was—a girl caught in the middle, staring at her with terrified eyes. The sword tip stopped at her chest, glanced at the person yelling behind her, and smiled coldly, "Do you know—the pain of losing a loved one?" The sword tip was about to pierce the girl's chest.

"No—" The mournful roar from behind had barely escaped when the sword suddenly turned, and in a flash of light, it was severed along with the flying head, leaving only an echo in the empty snowfield.

The girl next to him, lost in thought, fell to the ground.

She brandished her sword wildly as the remaining men fled. She couldn't let any of them escape; she could tell these people were no ordinary merchants.

With a light tap of the sword tip, several men were struck in pressure points and fell from their horses. A few were left alive.

After several leaps and somersaults in the air, only one remained.

The man's martial arts skills seemed extremely high, his movements were elusive and ghostly. Wei Zijun leaped off his horse and pounced on the man. With a slight tremor of his long sword, he thrust it straight at the man's back. Just as the sword tip was about to reach him, the man suddenly turned around and threw something. Wei Zijun instinctively blocked it with his sword, and the object suddenly shattered into a wisp of smoke, drifting and dissipating.