Feng Yun’s ears trembled as she listened, and she irresistibly felt a tickle, as if a flood had surged beneath her, unable to utter half a word.
You beast.
She spat at him, despising both him and herself.
Pei Jue straightened her face, "What did you call ?"
Feng Yun knew what he wanted. At tis like these, n always liked to hear so flattery to get going faster.
She understood, but she wouldn’t indulge him.
"General?"
"Hmm?"
"Pei Dog?"
"Say it again."
"Pei Dog Pei Dog Pei Dog... Dog..." Her tone shattered by the impact, turning into a suppressed low moan.
He did not make any more abrupt moves, did not force himself on her, but his pace was faster than before; the thin fabric did nothing to stop the spread of such swelling heat. Feng Yun went limp, her hands weakly bracing on his shoulders as her throat trembled with an inarticulate voice.
Pei Jue slapped her buttocks once, as if biting down, trying to crush her.
"Call master!"
Feng Yun would rather die than call him that, she left him hanging.
She bit her lip, her eyes wide as she observed his appearance at that mont.
This was a sight others could not enjoy.
The Great General on the bed was utterly different from the facade he presented in front of his soldiers in the camp; his breath was unsteady, willfully exuberant, his handso features god-like as if cast in bronze, the muscles on his shoulders and arms bulged through the fabric, robust and powerful, his black eyes shone dazzlingly bright.
The curtains moved without a gust of wind, the chamber so quiet that no other sound could be heard.
Only the breath, mixed with low and deep panting.
The window was brightly lit; Feng Yun, with half-closed eyes, her neck slender like jade and snow, slightly tilted back, struggling to open her mouth, yet swallowing back the urge.
Her defiance made him more anxious for her to say the word, so she steadfastly refused to utter that cry, watching him increase the intensity, moving past the thicket, the fabric shield proving futile, a silent deluge soaking her, she trembled like a blossom, her breathing fierce.
"General, is it done? Hurry it up."
He didn’t speak, his eyes surprisingly bright, and surprisingly fierce, the redness at the corners of his eyes was outlandish, his rough caress swallowed her. Several tis she felt that the layer of fabric would be rubbed away by him.
The wild beast lurking outside was more thrilling than if it had already entered; the beast prowling at the door was even more devastating. Her scalp was numb, nerves taut until sudden pleasure shot up her spine into her brain...
Blankness ensued, a deluge of dizziness, she clung fiercely to Pei Jue’s neck, unable to distinguish between past life and present.
"General ah..."
It was as if Pei Jue hadn’t heard.
He held her down, relentless, his vigorous waist moving like an illusion, the chamber filled with a decadent fragrance...
In a daze, Feng Yun saw the little Wind Chi on the window.
Swaying, ringing out with a faint tinkling in the breeze, the window also adorned with a "Fortune" paper cut. It was old, faded from its original color, likely left over from the previous owner last year.
Yet now, where the original owner of the room had gone was beyond knowing...
Such is the chaos of war.
Today it is yours, tomorrow it belongs to another.
Such is the chaos of a General in possession of military power.
Now she was his.
"Master..."
A moan like that of a kitten, Pei Jue inhaled sharply, wildly pressing down on her lower back, then pressed hard against her, groaning deeply.
"Get off, General, you’re going to smother ," Feng Yun breathed with a light tremble in her voice.
Called General again?
His black eyes were full of ferocity and desire.
Feng Yun guessed that Pei Jue often thought of killing her.
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After midday, a fine rain began to fall over Bingzhou...
The Northern Yong Army, having acquired a loudspeaker, was quite pleased with themselves for a while, unleashing a barrage of insults. They crafted rhyming sentences, shouting different versions of them towards Hengqu Pass.
Within just half a day, the Qi Army had lost the strength to shout back.
Faced with the loudspeaker that amplified sound atop the city walls, they found it a marvelous invention, its sound effect far surpassing that of the horns used within the camp. Moreover, through the Northern Yong Army’s triumphant shouts, they learned that this device had been created by a lady from the Feng Family.
Surprised and indignant, they felt both amazed and infuriated.
The Qi Army camp was filled with all sorts of noises.
Yet it was Xiao Cheng, who had been openly humiliated by Feng Yun, who remained the most composed.
"Fifty lashes for those who urinate on the battlefield today," he said.
When the Emperor’s punishnt was announced, the soldiers in the camp were reluctant to accept it.
But when they found out that the woman was from the Feng Family, the future Empress of Daqi, they fell silent.
She deserved it.
Fifty lashes with the military rod was rciful for acting that way towards the Emperor’s woman.
The night sky was covered, and the light rain enveloped the courtyard in an obscure gloom.
The lamp light failed to penetrate Xiao Cheng’s face.
He calmly arranged military affairs, discussed battle strategies with Xie Congguang and Kou Shan, and even defended Feng Yun with calmness.
"Shi’er Niang is in the hands of the enemy and has no control over her actions. Whatever she does or says at this ti is not her true intention. Generals, please do not take it to heart," he said.
Xie Congguang and Kou Shan would curse Pei Gou on the surface, blaming him for pressuring Feng Twelve and sowing discord. However, deep down, they felt that the Emperor’s lawful wife didn’t quite harbor the unwavering affection for him as the rumors suggested...
Those few sentences uttered from the city walls, heard by all, proclaid the girl’s disdain for the Emperor.
The girl had long been in Pei Gou’s arms, and he still couldn’t see through it.
The two generals felt sympathy for Xiao Cheng and competed to request permission to fight in front of him.
"Your Majesty, we cannot drag this on any longer," they said.
"If we do not attack the city now, our morale will dissipate under the insults of the Northern Yong Army..."
Xiao Cheng was silent for a mont before saying, "Let Yan Buxi enter the city tomorrow to request peace talks again."
He knew that the enemy was waiting for him to attack the city, and he was aware of the restlessness within the Qi Army camp today. But the more urgent the mont, the less one should act rashly and fall into Pei Jue’s traps.
"Soothe the soldiers in the camp; I will lead the troops out myself," he said.
Xie Congguang and Kou Shan were sowhat impatient, but the Emperor’s composure persuaded them.
He was indeed a seasoned general who quickly grasped the situation.
"Pei Jue made a weapon to insult ; we absolutely cannot play into his hands right now," they said.
"Stay the troops and starve Pei Jue out in Bingzhou City."
Xiao Cheng humd in agreent, then slowly rolled up his sleeve and drew out several pieces of paper from the desk.
"Starting tomorrow, avoid mindless shouting at the city gates, but you may chant together to persuade them to surrender," he said.
The voice of one person is too weak, but with many people together, isn’t it as good as a loudspeaker?
Xie Congguang picked up the yellow paper and looked at it.
There were things to say to the enemy soldiers.
"Alive, we share the sa uniform; dead, we share the sa burial ground," it said.
"What joy is there in victory; what regret is there in defeat?"
"In tis of chaos, do not scoff at the stray dogs; lay down your weapons, and you may return ho."
"..."
There were even so verses that seed like a song, but it was unclear who they were addressed to.
"The brocade quilt no longer warms, and the imperial robes feel looser. Gazing long at the high platform, for whom does the string play?"
"Do you not see—on the old paths of Tai City, the swallows fly in pairs? In weary nights, they long for nesting and the promised ti of return. Do you not see—the Emperor sheathes his weapons to travel thousands of miles, leaving the empty marriage carriage to suffer the pain of yearning for reunion..."
Xie Congguang felt that the sentences below were too sentintal for persuading surrender.
He looked up awkwardly, only to see the Emperor with a dark expression.
"Have the musicians in the army compose and sing it," he said.
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