Jeune Premier ministre, un ermite

Chapitre 89

But the chrysanthemums were in full bloom.

Alas, the frost is heavy within the folds of her clothes.

A soft, gentle murmur, a melancholy autumn thought.

After finishing her drink, she leaned back, the remaining liquid dripping onto her clothes... She didn't want to hurt anyone, didn't want to hurt anyone, didn't want to...

She loves them and wants to give them the best, but she's powerless to give more. This emotional debt is truly unpayable... I'm so tired...

I really want to sleep for a while...

Lying on the cold ground, the frost penetrated my body, but it was nothing compared to the chill in my heart.

I'll repay what I owe you in the next life.

The wine glass landed on the ground, rolled twice, and came to a stop.

Her eyes closed gently, as if she were about to fall into a deep sleep.

A cold body was pulled into an embrace. Opening hazy, drunken eyes, a smile curved her lips. "He Lu, you culprit. I'll cut off your head..."

"Let's execute him tomorrow. Let's go back to the tent first; it's going to frost tonight." He picked up the drunkard and carried him into the tent.

"Execute me tomorrow? I'll spare you for one more day. You've deceived the emperor and deserve to be executed, executed... beheaded..."

He put the drunk woman on the bed and went to unbutton her clothes, but she grabbed his hand and said, "Listen to me, these clothes are cold, take them off quickly."

She grabbed his hand and pulled him down onto the bed.

A cold body covered her, her lips had been stolen.

He Lu froze for a moment, the biting on his lips sending shivers down his spine, and he couldn't help but respond passionately.

Their lips met, their tongues danced, they licked and sucked passionately, their breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

The drunkard reached out and pulled open He Lu's collar, his slender fingers caressing his smooth chest. He kissed him passionately down his neck, then opened his mouth to cover the protrusion on his chest and gently nibbled at it.

“…Ugh…” He Lu let out an unbearable groan, a tingling and aching sensation spreading from his chest. Her lips were wet and hot, licking him until he felt unbearably itchy.

A slender hand slid across her chest.

He Lu's heart was filled with bittersweet emotions. He never expected that his first time would be with a man, but thankfully, it was him.

"Do you need my help?" the drunk man asked in a low, seductive voice.

Ignoring his answer, she opened her mouth and kissed his cheek, biting his earlobe as if her question had been nothing more than a flirtatious inquiry.

He Lu gasped for breath. How could he do this to him? Yet he really liked it; it felt like he was flying to the clouds.

Just as he was soaring through the clouds, her hand stopped, and she began to breathe evenly.

She fell asleep.

She held his ear in her mouth, half-covered him, and fell asleep just like that.

Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, He Lu felt a surge of anger. This vixen had seduced him so badly, and he just slept like that? He just slept like that, so irresponsibly?

A wave of bitterness washed over me.

His burning body remained unbearable; her soft body clung tightly to him, and the face he had always longed for was right beside his cheek. How could he endure it? The burning intensified. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, He Lu rushed out of the tent.

A bucket of cold water was poured over his head, but it couldn't extinguish the fire in his heart. He really should let that person experience this unbearable feeling someday.

Once his body was completely chilled, he put on his clothes and, as if his feet had lost their footing, found himself back in front of that man's tent.

Before he could get close, he was stopped. "Yehu, the Khan is asleep. If you have something to discuss, please come tomorrow," Fuli said respectfully.

"You were allowed to enter just now, why can't you enter now?" He Lu asked, slightly annoyed.

“You were with the Khan earlier, and he was speaking to you. How could I dare to stop him? But the Khan has ordered that anyone who is nervous must be reported. Do you expect me to go and wake the Khan?” Fuli remained respectful and polite.

"No need!" He Lu turned and left.

The autumn moonlight was cold and clear. A person wandered in front of the tent, unable to sleep.

If he had known this would happen, why did he run away in the first place?

Volume Two, Chapter Seventy-Nine: Seeing Through

A night of heavy drinking can wash away all the sorrows in one's heart. When drunk, one can forget everything and sleep soundly.

Dressed in a snow-white casual outfit, Wei Zijun leaned lightly against the bed, her black hair adorned with a jade crown, her skin as white as snow, like an elf descended to earth, pure and transparent.

He lazily twirled the ring on his finger, his cool and handsome eyes sweeping over the assembled officials, finally settling on one of them, "Datoushe, tell me, what's going on here?"

Ashina Buzhen stared intently at the secret letter on the ground. "Khan, what is this?" His lean, handsome face remained expressionless, his deep blue eyes calm and clear as still water. Wei Zijun couldn't help but think to herself, are all members of the Ashina family this handsome?

"This was found in your tent. Pick it up and take a look." Wei Zijun's tone was indifferent, seemingly impatient, as she continued to fiddle with the thumb ring on her left hand.

Ashina Buzhen stepped forward, picked up the secret letter from the ground, unfolded it, and seemed to read it carefully before saying, "Khan, this letter bears the seal of Fujaxin, the vassal king of Khotan. However, I have never had any dealings with Fujaxin, and I am not familiar with his handwriting, so I do not know if it is true. But the contents of the letter are truly shocking. How could I collude with Tibet, or conspire with the King of Khotan? Someone must be framing me."

"Oh? Does Da Tou She know who framed him?" Wei Zijun leaned forward slightly, seemingly eager to ask.

"This, Your Majesty, I do not know either. I have been wholeheartedly loyal to the Western Turks and it seems that I have not offended anyone."

"No? But why would someone falsely accuse Da Tou She behind her back?"

Ashina Buzhen was startled. "May I ask, Khan, why do you bear to falsely accuse me? Since you believe it is a false accusation, then I need not concern myself with it."

Wei Zijun smiled gently, "This person said you were plotting to assassinate me, but you wouldn't guess who he is. This person is my beloved concubine, Reyikan." Wei Zijun picked up her teacup, lowered her eyes, and brought it to her lips. Suddenly, she raised her eyes, her sharp gaze shooting straight at Ashina Buzhen from above the cup.

The panic and helplessness on his face said a lot.

Then, staring at him, she slowly said, "She said... the last time I intercepted the Tibetan army and stationed troops in Khotan..."

Ashina Buzhen's eyes widened in panic, like a boulder thrown into a clear blue lake. He blurted out, "Khan, I was indeed falsely accused. I was unaware of your assassination attempt in Khotan."

These words caused an uproar among the loyal ministers, who were shocked that their Khan had been assassinated in Khotan.

Wei Zijun's lips curled into a smile; he had finally fallen into the trap.

On the day she was stabbed, she ordered her men to keep quiet. Apart from He Lu, Geshufa, and Reyikan, no one else knew about it.

"Your Majesty, my information network is truly impressive! No one else knew about this, how did you find out?" Wei Zijun asked with surprise.

Ashina Buzhen's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. "I heard this from Fuchaxin. He once blamed himself for not protecting the Khan."

"My dear minister, you and Fu Zha Xin have a good relationship? I just heard you say that you and Fu Zha Xin have no past relationship." Wei Zijun blinked her eyes in confusion.

Sweat poured out more and more, the beads of sweat growing larger and merging together before rolling down. "There's no past between them, but my subordinates are somewhat acquainted with him."

"So, who do you think was responsible for the assassination attempt in Khotan that day?"

"This, Khan, is unknown, so how could I possibly know? I will do my best to help Khan find the murderer."

Wei Zijun smiled and said, "The arrow taken from Helu that day was the same one used to assassinate the late king. And my vassal accidentally found the exact same arrow in your vassal tent. Do you think this is a coincidence?"

Ashina Buzhen forced a smile. "Khan, if the servants really did such a disrespectful thing, I will never forgive them."

Wei Zijun smiled and said, “No need for Datoushe to worry. I have already sent people to bring those vassals to the royal court. As for that Fushexin, he is really outspoken. I haven’t seen him for a long time and I miss him. Datoushe, don’t go back to your post these few days. Stay at the Khan’s court with me and see him together.”

Seeing Ashina Buzhen's face growing paler and paler, Wei Zijun waved her hand and summoned two attendants, "Datoushe seems to be unwell, take him to rest."

The two attendants immediately understood and, one on each side, helped Ashina Buzhen out.

As they walked towards the door, Ashina Buzhen turned back for one last look. That look contained an overwhelming mix of emotions, as if endless hatred were intertwined with boundless feelings, like a whirlpool that sucked Wei Zijun in.

He stared blankly into that gaze, lost in thought, until a notification brought him back to reality.

"Khan, there is news."

"What is it?" She rubbed her temples; the alcohol from last night was giving her a headache.

“The tribes of Jiebidadushe and Shaboluoyehu have clashed and fought, and now more than a hundred people have died.”

Wei Zijun sighed softly, "What a mess, infighting! You two are at odds, why drag the tribe into this?" Her voice suddenly turned stern, "Look at you! One is a Yehu, the other a She, both holding high positions of power, yet instead of thinking about enriching the country and strengthening its military, you're indulging in personal grudges! You two must settle this matter immediately, or I don't think you have any right to sit in these high positions."

The ministers were all shocked; the usually gentle Khan had lost his temper!

So many days have passed, and the people sent out have not returned. He stroked the jade pendant, wondering if something had happened to the two people. His unease and worry grew stronger day by day.

He sat lazily against the tree trunk behind him, the sunlight was just right, and the grass was fragrant, though it was gradually turning yellow. In the autumn sky, the clouds were high and vast, eagles soared through the air, wild geese cried out, and a leaf drifted down, twirling in the air before landing on Wei Zijun's shoulder.

Her focused expression was incredibly captivating. The bright sunlight pierced through her eyelashes, casting a dappled shadow on her jade-like cheeks. Her movements were gentle and slow, and a wooden sword was gradually taking shape.

"You're making me these fake things again? Who wants them!" The little figure beside her complained, turning its pink face and rolling its large, grayish-brown eyes. "Can't you just give me something real?"

"Dilan is still young, what would she do with those real things? She might hurt her hand if she's not careful." His gentle words seemed to indicate that he would never get angry with her.

"Kill you. The first thing I'll do when I get a weapon is kill you," Di Lan said viciously.

Wei Zijun chuckled, “To kill someone, you don’t need a weapon. Look at me, I never carry a weapon.”

Di Lan snorted.

"Here you go, isn't it beautiful?" Wei Zijun handed the carved wooden sword to Di Lan.

"You didn't even carve a name on it," Di Lan said, dissatisfied.

“That’s right.” Wei Zijun engraved Dilan’s name on the hilt of the sword.

"What about yours? Your name should be engraved on it too." Seeing Wei Zijun turn the sword hilt over to engrave her name on the other side, Di Lan stopped her, saying, "Don't separate them. Engrave both names side by side."

Wei Zijun frowned. "Then my name will be off-track. Wouldn't it be better to have them engraved on opposite sides? Why do we have to have them engraved together?"

"Because I want to die with you, even in death I will drag you down with me."

Wei Zijun's lips twitched. This girl is really ruthless.

Will she die? Looking up at the vast wilderness, will she die on this land?

"Khan—" A follower galloped from afar.

Wei Zijun gazed into the distance, her eyes suddenly filled with delight.

They were sent to Dayu.

"Khan, have they gone back?" His tone was filled with barely suppressed anxiety.

"Khan, please forgive me. I have not been able to find them. They have not returned to Juyun Tower. I have been waiting there for several days but have not seen them return."

Didn't see him? Didn't go back? Didn't go back...