Jeune Premier ministre, un ermite

Chapitre 99

Wei Zijun took a deep breath, exhaling the pent-up frustration in her heart. She softly called out, "Boyuan, please help me untie this; it hurts so much."

Li Tianqi's body stiffened upon hearing this. He was willing to call him Boyuan? He had never called him that before. Overjoyed, he was about to undo her six paths, but when his hand touched her body, he stopped, carefully looked into her eyes, and said, "No tricks allowed!" Then he touched her.

Just as he was about to pull his outstretched hand back, Wei Zijun grabbed it, and Li Tianqi looked at her warily.

Unexpectedly, Wei Zijun suddenly pressed herself tightly against him, her face against his shoulder, and breathed hot air into his ear, saying, "You know I like men. Actually, I really like men like Brother Li."

Li Tianqi's body became increasingly stiff, and his breathing became increasingly rapid.

Wei Zijun's hand caressed his chest, slid down to his arm, intertwined her fingers with his, and her slender fingers slowly slid up his arm and down, gently massaging his calloused palm.

"Zijun...don't choose...we shouldn't follow this..." Despite saying this, her body had already gone limp.

Seeing that he was confused and had lost his guard, Wei Zijun suddenly tightened her grip on Li Tianqi's pulse point as her hand slid towards his arm.

“You…” Li Tianqi felt a surge of shame and indignation, yet he was also both angry and amused: only he could have come up with this method.

“Brother Li…” Wei Zijun’s lips curled up, “How about coming back to the Western Turkic Khaganate with me?”

"Zijun, it's just for fun. I'll let you humiliate me, but what you're saying isn't true, is it?"

Wei Zijun sneered, "Do you think I'm playing games with you? We are both rulers of a country, neither of us can afford to play games!"

He grabbed Li Tianqi and said coldly, "Let's go! With you here, I'm sure your men can't do anything to me."

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The main tent was decorated in an elegant and simple style, with flickering candlelight. There were no complicated or luxurious decorations inside, making it exceptionally simple. Behind the tent was a desk filled with the Four Treasures of the Study, and to the side was a porcelain vase filled with scrolls and Xuan paper. Further inside was a low table and a low couch, and at the very back, hidden by a screen, was his bed.

A pang of heartache swept over me, realizing how simply he lived.

The man captured him so easily, it felt like a joke, but the man was serious. It made him want to laugh. Would he kill him? Of course not, he was confident of that, and he wanted to see what other tricks the man had up his sleeve. This was quite amusing.

He glanced around the tent again, his eyes landing on the desk. Seeing a painting or calligraphy on it, he walked over out of curiosity.

"You'd better not move," Goshuva said, stopping him.

Li Tianqi gave a bitter smile. Was this all his doing? "I just wanted to write a few words for your Khan."

Goshufa glanced at the paper and pen on the table, then slowly put his hand down.

Li Tianqi approached the desk and noticed a piece of cursive script written on the Xuan paper. It was a pagoda poem in his own handwriting. He stroked the Xuan paper and began to read it softly.

Affection

Holding iron, wielding a spear

Gazing at the waning moon, I recite a long poem.

Sword in hand, horse on horseback, laughing at the mountains and rivers

Beacon fires rise in the mountains, a song is sung towards the clouds.

No matter how dull or worn the blade, the sword will cleave through the iron-blooded path.

We will risk the blood of ten thousand heads to restore order to the world.

He nodded in approval, then smiled slightly, picked up his pen, and continued writing below:

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Wounded soul, eroded spirit

I can't let go, I can't bear to part with it.

They don't want to be apart in life, and they refuse to part in death.

Let us cross the vast ocean together, and climb only the Wushan Pass.

Even with internal organs ruptured, it's hard to relinquish a lifelong obsession.

Dreams and reality intertwine, this lingering affection will never cease.

After finishing writing, he was shocked to find that he had written such explicit verses, but there was no way to erase them. Just as he was wondering what to do, the curtain was lifted and He Lu walked in.

When the two men's eyes met, they were both stunned for a moment. Then, their eyes blazed with fury, sparks flew everywhere, crackling and popping. Seeing this, Geshudai, who was standing nearby, seemed to be afraid of getting burned and wisely took a step back.

"I never expected to become a prisoner again." He Lu said with a contemptuous snort.

"Heh—being a prisoner is much better than being a prisoner," Li Tianqi chuckled coldly, his words carrying a hidden meaning.

"Haha—being a prisoner is much better than being unable to be imprisoned." He Lu also let out a hearty laugh.

A hint of jealousy rose on Li Tianqi's face. "I never thought he liked someone like you, so alluring and unmanly. If you were a male prostitute, you'd definitely be the top one."

“There’s no need for him to be a male prostitute. His needs are too great; I can’t handle him alone.” He Lu raised his eyebrows and looked at Li Tianqi.

The jealousy in her heart grew stronger and stronger, burning her soul. "Where is he? I need to see him!"

“Do you think you can just see our Khan whenever you want?” Helu said coldly. “He’s resting in my tent right now. He and I were up all night last night, and he’s exhausted.”

Li Tianqi lost control and grabbed He Lu by the collar, saying, "You're a man, undo the effects of my drug, let's have a real fight."

He Lu sneered coldly, "Again, you're overestimating yourself. Do you want to get beaten up like last time?"

"What are you doing?" A cold voice rang out, and a graceful figure walked in. Unrestrained and dashing, her figure was elegant and alluring in the flickering candlelight, possessing an extreme, almost masculine charm that transcended gender.

Seeing the two fighting like two roosters, Wei Zijun felt a thin layer of anger rise within her. "Li Daqi, this is not your palace where you can do whatever you want. You should know your place and better not cause me any trouble."

Li Tianqi laughed coldly, "What trouble could I possibly cause you? What trouble could someone without any martial arts skills possibly cause you?"

"It's hard to say. Who knows how many of your spies are still here? I might be the one to be tricked in the next moment." Wei Zijun raised an eyebrow and looked directly at his forgiving face.

"You treat me quite specially, huh?" Li Tianqi said sarcastically. "But I've never used any drugs on you."

"That's because you don't have it. You'll know how to use it even if you did." Wei Zijun glared at him. "Stop being so picky. I've been very kind. At least you can move around with the medicine. Acupressure is much more painful for me."

Li Tianqi was completely speechless. "I'm sleepy and need to go to bed."

"This isn't your palace. Do you expect someone to help you change your clothes? Put away your extravagant habits and be a dutiful prisoner," Wei Zijun said coldly.

Li Tianxie chuckled in exasperation, "Alright, I'm sleepy, I want to go to sleep. But if you're willing to help me change my clothes, I won't object."

Upon hearing this, He Lu looked at Wei Zijun and asked, "You're not going to let him sleep here with you, are you?"

“Let him sleep with you,” Wei Zijun said, looking at He Lu.

"If I sleep with him, who will serve you at night?" Li Tianqi mocked.

"Oh, right." Wei Zijun smiled slightly. "Then you'll be tied to Zhang Shi."

“Wei Zijun—” Li Tianqi was furious. “I put you in my tent, and you actually… treat me like this.”

"I've been good enough to you." Wei Zijun slowly walked towards the desk. "Just an hour ago, I remember saying that if you fell into my hands, I would torture you properly. Do you mean I didn't mean what I said?"

He lowered his head, his eyes glancing at the Xuan paper, and noticed a few extra lines of text on it. After reading them carefully, he paused for a moment, "Brother Li... do you admire me?"

Li Tianqi's face immediately turned as red as a cloth. "Please don't humiliate me. How could I, a dignified man, do such a shameful thing?"

Wei Zijun smiled slightly, "That's for the best. But my poems are majestic and powerful, while Brother Li's poems are truly captivating and soul-stirring."

Li Tianqi's face began to turn purple, so ashamed he wanted to disappear into the ground. He did it on purpose; he knew he was deliberately humiliating him.

Seeing his predicament, Wei Zijun burst into laughter, "Hahaha—the emperor himself was captured during the campaign, what a disgrace! Li Tianqi, do you still have the face to be the ruler of this country? Why don't you just abdicate in favor of me?"

"If you're willing, why not?" Li Tianqi's expression gradually returned to normal. He didn't mind such humiliation; it was much better than the embarrassment he had just experienced.

Wei Zijun glanced at him and waved her hand, "He Lu, take him to rest. Keep a close eye on him."

After the others left, Wei Zijun picked up the sheet of Xuan paper, looked at it for a long time, then sighed softly and crumpled it into a ball.

Summer is lonely, yet colorful. Jasmine is like snow, crape myrtle is blue, and unnamed wildflowers bloom all around the army camp.

Early in the morning, Wei Zijun, feeling refreshed, had just gotten up when she heard a chaotic shouting outside.

He hurriedly stepped out of his sleeping tent, grabbed one of his companions, and asked, "What happened?"

"Khan, it seems that the emperor of Dayu has run away with that Zhang Shi."

What?! Wei Zijun was completely bewildered. She ran away? How could she have run away?

He hurried toward Helu's tent, and on the way he encountered Helu, whose face was icy cold.

"He Lu, did he really run away?" he asked abruptly.

"Hmm!" He Lu nodded with a stern face.

"How did he run?" He was in that state, how could he still run?

"You struck my pressure points and took my medicine." He Lu said expressionlessly.

"He's lost all his power, how could he have struck your pressure points?" Wei Zijun craned her neck and looked directly at He Lu.

"He said he could defeat me even with half his power, so I returned half my power to him, and he then used his acupoints to strike my pressure points." He remained expressionless.

Upon hearing this, Wei Zijun nearly went crazy. "You, you, you..." Her lips trembled for a long time, and she really didn't know what to say. She turned around and left in anger.

Looking at her anxious figure in the tent, He Lu was filled with remorse. He quietly walked up behind her and asked, "Do you think I'm incompetent?"

Wei Zijun neither turned around nor made a sound.

He Lu looked dejected and walked out step by step. "I know I'm incompetent, but I still want to defeat him because of you."

“He Lu, come back.” Wei Zijun raised her fair face, a dazzling radiance shimmering on her cheeks, her face carrying a touch of childlike innocence. “I never thought you were incompetent, never. I was just worried that war would break out again.”

He Lu stopped and turned back. "I will defeat him for you..." He stretched out his arms and hugged her from behind, burying his head in her neck.

"He Lu—" Wei Zijun exclaimed in surprise, "Let go quickly—" She reached out to pry his hands off her chest, but He Lu grabbed her pulse point instead.

Wei Zijun retorted, "How dare you!"

Before she could finish speaking, she was bitten on the neck. Wei Zijun gasped; he...he was too bold. Just as she was about to explode in anger, her head was restrained, and He Lu actually covered her neck, licking and biting it with unusual vigor.

A tingling sensation spread through her, and Wei Zijun glared angrily, "He Lu, how dare you offend the Emperor! You will be beheaded!"