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

Capítulo 134

"Shocked, aren't you? Hard to accept? But let's digest that later. Time is short, we need to hurry." She looked directly into his eyes, trying her best to remain calm.

He Lu stared at her, still unable to come to his senses.

"Do you want me to do it myself?" Wei Zijun was slightly angry. She had mustered a lot of courage to speak so bluntly, but he could only stare blankly.

Seeing that he still didn't react, Wei Zijun became anxious and stepped forward to grab his inner robe. "He Lu, I know you don't like women, and maybe you can't accept it, but there's no other way. You'll die if we don't do this. Do you think I want this?" She was very angry at his reaction.

He Lu hugged her tightly. "You, are you really a woman?"

Wei Zijun's hand trembled slightly. "Yes."

He Lu tightened his embrace. "Are you unwilling?"

“He Lu, there’s no question of whether you want to or not. This is a matter of saving lives. You need to know that your time is running out, you understand? I can’t let you die.” Wei Zijun stared intently at He Lu.

"But, you don't want me to die? Don't you have any willingness at all?" He Lu's heart clenched, anticipating yet fearing her answer.

"He Lu, believe me, because it's you. If it were someone else, I wouldn't have done it," Wei Zijun said softly.

At that moment, He Lu's heart warmed, and he hugged her tightly. Then, as if suddenly coming to his senses, he said, "But I don't believe it." He reached out and tugged at Wei Zijun's clothes.

Wei Zijun's face flushed. "He Lu, what are you doing? I said it is true, no need to verify."

"Let me see? You'll have to take it off sooner or later, won't you?" He Lu stroked her collar.

"Take it off...take it off...you can take it off down there...you don't have to take it all off..." After saying this, Wei Zijun already wanted to die.

Looking at her flushed face, He Lu smiled, "I think I believe you are a woman now." His large hand gently embraced her chest, stroking it back and forth, "I never noticed before, it's really different."

Wei Zijun was so ashamed that she wanted to disappear. She said angrily, "He Lu, don't humiliate me. I can't bear to see you die, do you understand?" If it weren't for saving him, would she have bothered to humiliate herself like this?

“I understand. It’s not humiliation, it’s love and tenderness.” He Lu gently pulled open her outer robe, revealing her snow-white inner garment.

"No...don't take it off..." Wei Zijun clutched her clothes tightly, panicked and at a loss. She had never been so helpless before. Even when facing a thousand troops, she had never been flustered for a moment. But now, her body was trembling.

"If you don't want to, then don't take it off." He Lu looked at her fingers, which were already turning white as she tightly gripped her clothes, and withdrew them with a pained expression.

"No, yes... don't take off the top, take off... take off the bottom." Wei Zijun tried her best to be strong, she remembered her resolute decision just now.

"How can I touch you if you don't take your top off?" He Lu blinked his long eyelashes.

"Huh? Do I have to touch you again? Just... just go for it..." Wei Zijun stammered, her fear of inexperience making her words sound somewhat ridiculous.

“How can you do that without touching?” He Lu hugged her.

He removed her outer robe and kissed her lips. First, he gently sipped, then tenderly sucked, and finally, passionately entwined.

Wei Zijun's eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings fluttering in the wind, enduring his passionate plunder. Her body trembled slightly, and her skin flushed pink. His kisses slid from her lips down her neck to the nape of her neck. With a swift movement, his hands pulled her snow-white inner shirt down to her shoulders, and intense kisses covered her smooth, delicate shoulders.

Wei Zijun's face burned. "He Lu, this...this...isn't that inappropriate?"

"Don't make a sound..." The last piece of clothing on her chest was also pulled off, exposing her perfect body to the air. He Lu was stunned.

At that moment, her eyes, which had been avoiding her gaze, suddenly opened. She reached out to cover them with shyness and eagerness, but He Lu grabbed her wrist. Two flames burned in his eyes. He pushed her hands away and gently brought his lips to hers, burying his burning cheeks in her warm fragrance and caressing her gently.

She lowered her eyelashes shyly, watching his cheek rub against her chest. A wave of heat washed over her, a mixture of shame and a flutter of excitement washing over her.

He licked and nibbled all the way until he reached the top of the snow-capped peak, where he gently licked and kissed a pink bud.

A tingling sensation instantly spread throughout her body, and another soft, white mound was also invaded. Then, her body felt light, and she was lifted away and laid down on the couch.

His long, slender hands traced across her snow-white body, gently kneading and rubbing, while intense kisses swept over every corner of her skin, reveling in this untouched territory.

"Wind—" He Lu murmured, his fiery lips moving downwards, ever downwards, licking and sucking at the pink spot. Wei Zijun arched her body shyly, her body trembling slightly, as an unfamiliar and unbearable surge of passion washed over her, replacing her shyness with fervor.

“He Lu—” she called softly.

Her mouth was parched, her body felt empty. She placed her hand on Helu's head.

Heavy breathing and low moans filled the air, and the charcoal fire in the brazier burned ever hotter, scorching the air inside the tent.

When that moment arrived, the two, both inexperienced in such matters, were somewhat flustered.

"Ugh..." she groaned in pain. The sudden pain made her curl up, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

The tightness in his lower body prevented him from moving forward, and the intense heat of the tight embrace made him groan uncontrollably. He bent down and kissed the red lips of the person beneath him, passionately devouring the sweetness in their mouth.

After that wave of pain subsided, a strange tingling sensation rose up, and a feeling of fullness and satisfaction made her blush and feel hot.

Instead of pain, there was an indescribable pleasure.

Uncontrollably, broken moans escaped her lips as he entered her gently yet powerfully, filling her emptiness inch by inch.

"Wind—" he murmured, his affectionate call as if his body had entered the deepest part of her, leaving a red mark on her heart. Her body burned, and she reached out to cup his face in her hands…

Outside the tent, the sun shone brightly, and intermittent panting and moaning escaped from inside, sometimes forced into silence, sometimes bursting forth from unbearable longing...

The brazier inside the tent burned fiercely. Her long, silky black hair cascaded down the edge of the bed. Her eyes were closed, her lips were bright red, and her face was flushed. Her delicate appearance seemed to be tempting someone to plunder her once more. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her fair arms were exposed to the air, and his quilt covered her chest. Her slender legs stretched out from under the quilt, and her white jade ankles shone with a transparent luster.

After a long pause, she said softly, "The Tibetan army should arrive tonight. We need to prepare for battle."

A satisfied smile played on He Lu's lips, his eyes gleaming with happiness. He turned to look at her; finally, he could sleep with her, finally. He reached out to grasp her fingertips, his hand brushing against a large expanse of smooth skin on her abdomen. His hand trembled slightly. He gently pulled down the blanket, and her snow-white breasts slipped out unexpectedly.

He leaned down and buried his head in her chest.

She did not refuse... their bodies intertwined without a moment of suffocation, their breaths mingling and their body temperatures merging.

He held her close; it felt so warm.

"He Lu, forget about it." After a long silence, she said softly.

Upon hearing this, He Lu remained silent for a long while. "Forgot what?"

"Today, all the things that happen today."

Forgot? Tell him to forget?

"I can't forget!" I can't forget, not for a lifetime...

...

The snow grew thicker and thicker. A gust of wind swept up the snow on the ground, swirling up glistening fragments that blurred past the long procession.

The carriage could no longer move.

"Your Majesty, let's change the imperial carriage to a foot carriage."

"No need. Do you think I'm seventy or eighty years old?" A figure in a snow-white robe embroidered with a coiled dragon slowly stepped out. Mo Lan's white fox fur cloak with fur trim trailed on the snow, and the white fox fur collar wrapped around his handsome face, which was covered with a cold expression.

He leaped onto the dark, sturdy horse and waved resolutely, "Ditch the carriage and speed up!"

The army continued its advance, and a scout reported, "Your Majesty, after passing the Tiele, the Western Turkic royal court is just ahead."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, a crimson sunset painted the desolate snowfield with a magnificent glow.

He gazed at the sunset, his heart warmed, "Zijun, where are you?"

...

The embers in the brazier were almost gone, and the temperature inside the tent slowly dropped.

She slowly got up, dressed, and glanced back at him as she pushed open the door. He was folding the handkerchief he had used to wipe the bloodstains from her and putting it into his pocket.

She turned around and resolutely stepped out. Her tall and slender figure trembled slightly in the wind. An afternoon passed just like that. The setting sun had fallen, and dusk was approaching. The pale blue light of the sky tinged her white shirt with a grayish-blue hue.

There's going to be a big battle tonight.

Volume 3, Dayu Chapter 120: National Hatred

As dusk fell, the main tent of the Western Turkic army was brightly lit by flickering candlelight, where all the generals gathered to discuss their strategy against the enemy.

The two guards kneeling on the ground trembled and said, "Khan, we have failed in our duty. Please punish us."

Wei Zijun's delicate brows furrowed slightly, her eyes lowered, and the shadows cast by her long eyelashes on her cheeks trembled gently in the flickering candlelight. "How did he take Lu Dongzan away?" She gazed at the water glass in her hand, a deep turmoil hidden in her eyes.

"Khan, he said that you ordered him to interrogate Gar Tongtsen. He went in with two attendants and came out with two attendants as well. When I went in to check, only one attendant was tied up inside and his pressure points were sealed. Only then did I realize that one of the two attendants he took with him was Gar Tongtsen."

“It’s all my fault for being careless,” she said, raising her eyes slightly. “However, as a guard, I cannot escape my responsibility for being negligent and derelict in my duty. Go to the military court and receive ten strokes of the cane.”

It's all her fault. She was so focused on comforting Helu that she forgot to put Ashina Buzhen under house arrest first. Now, not only has he escaped, but she's also released Lu Dongzan. Lu Dongzan's escape will undoubtedly complicate the situation.

She slowly swept her gaze across the faces of the generals and sighed softly, "Lu Dongzan has fled, surely to follow Gongsong Gongzan. Therefore, tonight's battle will not take place."

"Khan, should we bring him back?" Fang Gu asked.

"No need. Pursuing them is useless. Judging from the time they left, we can't catch up. All generals, please get some rest tonight and we'll break camp tomorrow morning." Wei Zijun slowly stood up, feeling a slight burning pain in a certain part of her body.

"Khan, should we send troops tonight to pursue Gongsong Gongzan? They have repeatedly bullied our land. Now that our army has a great advantage, shouldn't we wipe them out in one fell swoop?" Shunishi Chubanchuo, who led the army, suggested.

"No need. Marching at night is too tiring, and we don't know whether Gongsong Gongzan will attack or retreat. It's not too late to make a decision after we find out the enemy's situation."

"Khan, I believe that Gongsong Gongzan will not withdraw from Tibet so easily. He will definitely attack Qiepantuo after withdrawing his troops," Shunishi Chubanchuo analyzed.

“Indeed,” Wei Zijun nodded. “Gongsong Gongzan will attack Qiepantuo, a crucial point on the way to the Pamir Mountains. Capturing it would open the way to Khotan and Shule. However, Lu Dongzan may not think so. Qiepantuo is located atop the Pamir Mountains, making it difficult to attack uphill. Furthermore, the Tibetan army prioritizes supplies, and a prolonged stalemate would lead to famine. Therefore, Lu Dongzan will likely turn back to attack Shule, believing it to be easier to conquer than Qiepantuo, and also to replenish supplies. However, Gongsong Gongzan is stubborn and self-willed, and their differing opinions will inevitably lead to a stalemate. It’s uncertain whether he will heed Lu Dongzan’s advice. Moreover, Shule is heavily fortified; even if they were to attack, it wouldn’t be a matter of three to five days. So, it’s better to wait until after tonight, gather good news, and then make a decision.”

"The Khan's judgment is wise." All the generals agreed. He Lu, who had been sitting to the side, remained silent, simply gazing at her with a brilliance in his eyes that others could not understand. His deep pupils shimmered like two amber-colored glass beads in the candlelight.

Wei Zijun glanced at the generals and said, "Generals, rest assured. The Tubo have repeatedly bullied our land. This time, we must teach them a lesson. I will block their retreat. If we cannot annihilate them on the snowy plains, then we will starve them to death on the snowy plains."

"But Khan, our Turkic border is so long, and there is more than one route connecting us with Tibet. How can we trap them in the snowy plains?"

Wei Zijun gently curved her lips and sat down again. "There is more than one route for the Turks to reach Tibet. One is the central route from the Tibetan royal court to the Bayan Har Mountains and Pamir Mountains in the northwest. The second is the route from the northeast of Tibet to the Western Sea. The third is the Bolu route, which goes west through Bolu, detours around the Pamir Mountains to enter the Western Regions, and is known as one of the five major routes of Tibet. The fourth is the route from Tibet through Zhangzhung, through Kashmir, and into Central India."

Wei Zijun's eyes shone brightly as she swept her gaze over the assembled officials. "In your opinion, generals," she said, "if they are defeated, which route will they choose to flee?" The generals all lowered their heads in thought. She continued, "They will certainly take the central route. Of these four routes, the central route is the shortest and fastest. If the Tibetans are defeated and flee, they will inevitably pass through here, because taking any of the other routes would leave the starving Tibetan army buried in the desolate snowfields. Furthermore, the central route splits into two: one is the Aksai Chin region traversing the Bayan Har Mountains, and the other is the Khotan route, which crosses the southern Khotan Mountains into the Western Regions. If the Tibetans do not attack Qiepantuo, they will inevitably take the Aksai Chin route. Therefore, we only need to station troops there to intercept them."

Wei Zijun raised an eyebrow and looked at Fang Gu. "Fang Gu, tomorrow you will lead 100,000 troops to Aksai Chin to block the Tibetan army's retreat. I want to make sure the Tibetan army has nowhere to retreat. I want to capture Gongsong Gongzan and Lu Dongzan alive and teach Songtsen Gampo a lesson so that he knows what happens when he covets other people's territory."

That was a powerful and resounding statement, and the generals knew that the restless nomadic people on horseback had angered their Khan.

After the generals dispersed, Wei Zijun stepped out of the tent, her feet lightly treading on the snow, gazing at the snowfield shimmering with an eerie light. In the distance, darkness reigned, and the dark currents of history surged and churned, casting this clear-eyed, resolute young woman onto the crest of its wave. She was not yet of age.

Wei Zijun sighed softly, withdrew her flickering gaze, and slowly walked towards the sleeping tent. He Lu followed behind her. She stopped gently, turned her head, and asked, "Has your strength recovered?"

“Yes,” He Lu replied.

"That's good, go and rest early." Then he walked towards the main tent.

He Lu opened his lips but didn't make a sound. It was as if everything was different now. He was no longer as carefree as before, no longer able to act shamelessly. When the "man" he had been longing for and loving suddenly became a woman, a different kind of emotion welled up in his heart—a deeper and stronger feeling of not wanting to hurt her and wanting to protect her.

He looked at her, and just as she was about to enter the tent, he rushed forward and embraced her.