Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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Zhuoyi had been the emperor for many years. He was not comparable to the immature crown prince. He first regained control of the imperial city with thunderous power, and then stepped into the East Palace calmly.
The moment he saw his father, Feng Zhang knew that the situation was over and fell to his knees with a pale face.
“Impossible, this is impossible!” Zhou Liangyuan stared at the emperor for a long time, then suddenly pounced on him, but was kicked over by the Golden Guards nearby and pinned firmly to the ground.
Now that the situation outside the city was urgent and there was no time for detailed interrogation, Emperor Yuanshuo ordered that the crown prince, Zhou family and a group of East Palace officials to be directly taken into the sky prison. He led the Yulin Army and the Gyeonggi Camp to defend the city and ordered the civil servants to summon all the immortals in the city. Regardless of their origins, anyone who participated in the battle to defend the city would be promoted to the nobility, and those with meritorious service would be given double rewards.
He also ordered all the Golden Guards to leave the city from the side gate, holding a beacon on flying swords across the country. The beacon fire would order inform all the princes to come to their aid immediately.
After doing all this, Feng Zhuoyi breathed a sigh of relief, then his legs and feet went weak, he took two steps back and fell on the dragon chair. With his spiritual veins damaged and his Dantian empty, Feng Zhuoyi was now an elderly mortal. What he did just now was just using fake force to scare everyone.
Zhu Xingli curled his lips, “I said earlier that the crown prince should be sent to defend the city. The crown prince is young, strong, and full of spiritual energy. It won’t be too late to deal with him after the barbarians have been defeated.”
Emperor Yuanshuo shook his head: “He can’t defend it and live.” He knew his son himself after all he was taught by him, at this moment he had to admit that the resultant was not as strong as the original.
After resting for a while, Feng Zhuoyi cheered up again and took Zhu Xingli up the high wall of the palace to look at the situation outside the city from a distance. The Gyeonggi camp was set up twenty miles outside the city and had already arrived to fight the barbarians. The city wall was crowded with people, and the guards at the nine gates fired thousands of arrows.
In the hundred years since Dayong’s founding of the country, this was the first time the enemy had reached Yongdu. Feng Zhuoyi held on to the blue bricks on the palace wall, his sweat soaking into the cracks of the bricks, “If I don’t hold on, I will become the sinner of the Feng family. In my life, I worked hard to govern, and only hoped that the sea would be clear, the country would be peaceful, and the people would be safe. Why did it end up in this situation today?”
After losing his spiritual veins, the crown prince rebelled and the capital was beseiged!
Zhu Xingli sat on the crenel with one leg hanging out of the wall, dangling in the air. “In ancient times, there were kings who were subjugated and who worked hard to govern, and there were also kings who were extravagant and prosperous. The world is unpredictable, so the emperor does not need to care too much.”
This consolation made people even sadder. Feng Zhuoyi lowered his head and said, “Yixiao, I didn’t expect that you would be by my side at this time.”
“I didn’t expect that either,” Zhu Xingli stopped the emperor in time from giving him a gift. He might ask him to follow him and die for his country. “I promised Xin’er that I would live a long life.” He looked up at the positions of several city gates and started figuring out where it would be safer to escape if the city was breached.
“…” Emperor Yuanshuo who couldn’t continue, turned around and walked down the city wall, preparing to interrogate the crown prince, “Then who is that person from the Zhou family?” The crown prince’s concubinage was also screened at all levels. This Zhou family entered the palace in the first place. It was clear that there was nothing wrong with her at that time, and her family was also very clear. She was Zhou Kang’s biological sister, a complete Dayong Chinese.
“Xu is a follower of the barbarian witch.” Zhu Xingli pulled a piece of grass from nowhere and put it into his mouth.
“Follower of the great witch?” Lin Xin looked at the dusk-dark Wuyang Ridge not far away and frowned slightly, “Don’t all the barbarians believe in that god?”
“The great witch of this generation has his own followers. The believers believe in him deeply, saying he is the reincarnation of the ancient witch god,” Shen Lou’s eyes were cold and stern, and there was a hint of disgust in his tone. “Everyone is brave and not afraid of death.”
The reason why the Devouring Soul couldn’t be controlled later was that these believers were willing to become humanoid hidden weapons and swallow the Devouring Soul. Once they got into Dayong’s army, they would be hard to guard against.
When Lin Xin heard this, the chill instantly spread from the ridge. The dark mountains in front of them seemed to have turned into a man-eating giant beast, just waiting for the Northern Territory army to enter the urn. “If we fail to stop the Devouring Souls this time…”
Shen Lou’s eyes dimmed. Even if he had to sacrifice 150,000 troops, he still had to kill the Devouring Souls on the grassland despite his cultivation. “Winning or losing depends on the military master. It’s a common thing. If it doesn’t work this time, there will be a next time. Don’t worry.”
“I’m not worried.” Lin Xin looked up and down Shen Lou and said with a smile, “Master can protect the Devouring souls’ victim from death. If you get infected again, I will take you to the Southern Territory and we can become a mortal couple.”
Shen Lou laughed and reached out to catch Lin Xin who jumped off the horse, “That’s fine, I still have a few teahouses in the Southern Territory.”
“Forget about those properties. Don’t let anyone recognize you. I can tell stories and tell fortunes, so I won’t let you be hungry.” Lin Xin raised his chin and said proudly.
“But I can do nothing but fight.” Shen Lou lowered his head and looked at him with a smile in his eyes.
“You can carve deers.”
“That one is not for sale.”
Shen Yingying galloped over and reined in the horse suddenly under the slope. Looking at the two people who were about to stick together, she felt that it was not appropriate for her to go there now. It wasn’t until the horse gnawed away all the grass under his feet that her brother remembered to call her over.
The camp had been set up, and twenty miles ahead was the Wuyang Ridge. The scouts came to report that there were many troops stationed on the other side of the mountain, and the number continued to increase. But this battle must be fought. Wen Shilan was attacking Yongdu. Without Wen Shilan, the barbarian army was like a tiger with its claws pulled out. It was much easier to deal with than usual, so the opportunity could not be missed.
The barbarians thought they were encircling Wei and rescuing Zhao, but in fact they were holding fire to put out the fire.
Shen Yingying gave the general’s information to her brother with a serious face, but her eyes couldn’t help but glance at Lin Xin. These days, Lin Xin had been living in the Marshal’s tent. Even Shen Yingying, no matter how dull she was, could still see something unusual.
Lin Xin held Shen Lou’s shoulders and winked at her.
As night fell, the fighting outside the capital had not stopped.
“Commander, there are not enough arrows!” the defenders of Zhengyang Gate shouted loudly to the commander of the Yulin Army who was standing on the high platform.
“Commander, the Luli is in danger!” The defender of the east gate rushed over out of breath, sweating profusely.
He thought that the barbarians would stop attacking the city at night, but he didn’t expect that those people were like wolves and became more ferocious at night. The Gyeonggi camp outside the city could not bear it any longer and had returned to the city to take a break. The nine gates were all painted with cinnabar by Zhu Xingli and embedded with Luli. They became stronger than the city wall and were not afraid of the giant wood chiseling the doors. Thus, the barbarians rushed towards the city wall like locusts and began to climb.
“If you run out of arrows, put out the oil.” Zhu Xingli jumped onto the city wall, unsheathed his Spring Mark sword, and stabbed to death a barbarian who had just climbed up the wall. Emperor Yuanshuo kept chattering in the palace. If he continued to listen, he was afraid that he would be tempted to commit regicide, so he asked the emperor to come to the city wall to help.
A group of palace guards who followed Zhu Xingli carried the huge oil drum up to the tower, placed it on the parapet and opened it with a bang. The oil and water flowed down, pouring all over the body and face of the barbarian who was climbing the wall.
“Light it up!” the leader of the Yulin Army ordered loudly, igniting the arrows wrapped in cotton wool and shooting straight at the barbarians covered in oil stars.
“Boom -” The flames shot up three feet high, and the barbarians on the wall screamed, like cicada shells on the tree trunks, which fell down with a “squeak” when the strong wind blew. The city wall turned into a wall of fire, lighting up the night sky in Yongdu.
The horns of the barbarians sounded, they no longer climbed the city wall, and the crossbow arrows came like a storm, reflecting the light of the fire.
“Master, be careful!” the young general standing next to Zhu Xingli exclaimed.
Zhu Xingli held up a sword flower, “ding ding ding” to block the three arrows, grabbed the young general’s collar and hid behind the parapet, “Silly boy, take care of yourself.”
Qushan, the closest city to the capital, it only took one day to get there. If they survived tonight, they could get a chance to breathe. The barbarians seemed to know this and attacked the city desperately.
“Boom!” A huge explosion sounded from the top of the city wall not far away.
“What?” Zhu Xingli looked over curiously. Before he could see clearly, the thin wall behind him suddenly burst open, pushing him out.
The city wall was more than ten feet high and it was impossible to wield a sword. Zhu Xingli fell off the wall and fell into the city.
“Grand Master!” The young general exclaimed and rushed forward to save him. There was another loud noise and the bricks and stones shattered. Zhu Xingli immediately drew his sword and stabbed it into the wall. He barely managed to stabilize his body, but the young man on the wall fell down, as hot blood spattered on Zhu Xingli’s face.
“Boy!” Zhu Xingli drew his sword and borrowed the opportunity. He turned up again and firmly caught the young general’s body.
“He Liuhun! He Liuhun!” The barbarian army began to shout in unison, looking very excited. The crowd separated on the road, and at the end stood a strong man with a height of nine feet and a muscular body. The strong man held a huge crossbow in his hand. He held the bow in his hand and held the string with his feet. The cold arrow tip was pointed directly at Zhu Xingli.
People in Beimo respectfully called the strong man He Liuhun. The power of this crossbow was comparable to Shen Yingying’s, and it shot directly through the city wall and shattered it.
The fire oil on the city wall burned out, and the huge black arrow reflected the last ray of fire and rushed straight towards him. Zhu Xingli did not dodge backwards but used his spiritual power to quickly take strange steps. In the eyes of the barbarians, the person on the tower was like a ghost. One moment he was still there, and the next moment he suddenly turned into afterimages.
The giant arrow did not hurt Zhu Xingli, but hit the green bricks at his feet, and a corner of the city wall collapsed. The soldiers defending the city suffered heavy casualties and had no time to come over to replenish their numbers. The barbarian’s ladder was set up at the low gap, and the repair soldiers with nimble hands and feet climbed up in twos and twos. Zhu Xingli immediately raised his sword and slashed at him.
The distant attack turned into a close combat. The leader of the Yulin Army emerged from the broken bricks and rushed to Zhu Xingli’s side, slashing the barbarian soldiers with him.
Dayong’s city guards picked up their swords one after another and fought with the barbarians. From the twilight to the moon reaching its zenith, even though Zhu Xingli was quite powerful, he was a little soft-handed. He was stabbed twice unexpectedly, his knees weakened and he fell to the ground.
Then that He Liuhun suddenly climbed up, raised his sword and slashed at Zhu Xingli’s waist and abdomen. After observing for a long time, the barbarians had already realized that Zhu Xingli was the most spiritually powerful among the city defenders, and also the most shameless.
It was he who kept coming up with strange ideas, causing them to suffer heavy casualties.
The Spring Mark Sword was firmly in front of him. The Luli on the sword’s hilt flashed twice and shattered into powder, and his spiritual power suddenly disappeared. Zhu Xingli’s expression changed, and he shouted behind He Liuhun: “Zhong’er, chop him to death!”
He Liuhun immediately turned around to block, but there was nothing behind him. Spring Mark’s scabbard, which looked like a burning stick, spun around in Zhu Xingli’s hand and stabbed the barbarian hard in the crotch.
“Ah!” The barbarian Liuhun screamed and took two steps back.
Zhu Xingli had already reloaded Luli and was making a move towards the man.
“Despicable Han people!” He Liuhun yelled and rushed over.
Zhu Xingli’s eyes suddenly lit up: “Zhong’er, chop him to death!”
He Liuhun was so angry that he used the same strategy twice. Did he think he was a fool? He rushed forward regardless, but suddenly his steps stopped, his head slowly, and a sharp sword tip came out of his body.
“Master!” Feng Zhong was the first to run up from across the army. He obediently chopped He Liuhun to death and jumped to the master’s side. “Are you okay?”
Zhu Xingli leaned firmly on Feng Zhong’s back: “If you didn’t come, I would have been killed and something would have happened.”
“Kill——” Suddenly, there was a cry of killing from behind the barbarian army. The trumpet sounded, and the barbarian siege force suddenly decreased.
“Where did you get the soldiers?” Zhu Xingli asked in surprise.
“From the Eastern Region.” Feng Zhong killed a barbarian who attempted a sneak attack with his backhand, carried his master on his back, and climbed back into the city by climbing the broken city wall.
On the battlefield in the distance, Lin Qu’s green sword light cut through the long night.
Feng Zhong originally borrowed a ship from the Eastern Region to transport Luli. Lin Qu heard that the war in Beimo was tense and that his cousin had also gone there, so he gave Feng Zhong another company of elite soldiers and asked him to quietly bring them to help. Since the ship could not reach Shanhai, they had to be transported by land near the capital. As soon as they got off the boat, they saw the smoke.
Not long after, Lin Qu came with the sword of a master of the Lin family. They even saved on deploying troops and directly brought the elite troops lent to Feng Zhong to rescue Yongdu.
“Okay, okay, okay!” After listening to Feng Zhong’s words, Feng Zhuoyi grabbed his wrist and trembled slightly with excitement, “My son is really a lucky star.”
It was as if he didn’t hear the matter of Southern Territory, the Northern Territory, and the Eastern Territory were colluding to disobey the crown prince’s order.
Zhu Xingli collapsed on the soft couch and asked the imperial doctor to bandage the wound. “News from the Northern Territory said that Wen Shilan is suspected of leading the troops himself. Have you seen Wen Shilan?”
The sky was dim, the horn sounded, and Shen Yingying was the vanguard, leading the troops. After resting for the night, the army began to march towards Wuyang Ridge. As the marshal, Shen Lou was guarding the tent, and his personal guards were rushing around with swords between the battlefield and the camp.
Ren San, who had gone to deliver a message to someone unknown a few days ago, finally came back. When he entered the tent, he whispered a few words into Lin Xin’s ear. Lin Xin nodded casually, continued to squeeze the clay figure in his hand, threw him a few copper coins, and asked him to buy a roast chicken.
When Shen Lou saw this, he knew it was not important news, so he didn’t ask any more questions. The army had already invaded Wuyang Ridge, and the battle with the barbarian army was in full swing, and they could not be distracted for a moment.
“Marshal!” The soldier who reported the news ran in quickly, “General Wen Shilan, the wolf-slayer, is in the barbarian army!”
Wen Shilan! This man didn’t go to attack the capital, but had been lurking in Wuyang Ridge, waiting to catch the turtle in the urn! Shen Lou suddenly stood up, took the silver sword from the rack and rushed out. Shen Yingying couldn’t deal with Wen Shilan, so he had to go.
A fierce battle was inevitable.
Lin Xin sat there without moving, looking at Dong Shechuan who was constantly fiddling with his abacus: “Mr. Dong, how many days can the Luli last with this kind of attack?”
“Originally, it could last seven days, but now that Wen Shilan is here, I’m afraid it’s less than three days.” Dong Shechuan frowned his eyebrows into the character “Chuan[1]“.
As the god of war on the prairie, Wen Shilan was not just a simple spiritual power, his military strategies were also first-rate. He knew that Dayong’s army was coming from thousands of miles away and would not be able to bring much Luli with them, so he kept using Luli-consuming tactics to drag Shen Lou to death.
Lin Xin lowered his eyes and threw the clay figurine in his hand into the fire.
As night fell, the order to break camp and move forward never came, and Shen Lou returned to camp with the army. Shen Yingying held the big bald arrow dejectedly and returned to her tent without saying a word.
The army had a bad start and failed to capture Wuyang Ridge.
Shen Lou looked calm, and when he saw Lin Xin waiting for him in the tent, he couldn’t help but smile.
“The Luli is not enough, it’s better to wait for the seal.” Lin Xin helped him take off his armor.
“I can’t wait any longer. If we don’t attack, Wen Shilan will fight back.” Shen Lou shook his head, “What is that?”
Lin Xin pulled out a dark thing from the extinguished fire and wiped it with a cloth, handed it to Shen Lou, “If you don’t let me go to the battlefield, I can only squeeze mud when I have nothing to do.”
Shen Lou took it and examined it carefully for a moment, and suddenly the tips of his ears turned red.
“When I was a kid, I used to sell clay figures with my master. How about it? Did I pinch it to resemble each other?” Lin Xin put his chin on Shen Lou’s shoulder and pointed to the two little clay figures overlapping each other with a smile.
“Nonsense.” Shen Lou held the little clay figurine in his palm.
Lin Xin smiled and stared at him, suddenly pushed the man down on the bed and got on top of him.
“Xinxin…” Shen Lou’s Adam’s apple twitched slightly. The war was tense. Although they slept together every night during these days, they rarely did intimate things and he could not withstand such teasing.
Lin Xin slowly leaned forward and nibbled on the warm thin lips, “Don’t panic, I just want to kiss you.” Pressing Shen Lou to prevent him from moving, he tasted the sweet lips from shallow to deep.
“Xinxin, what’s wrong with you?” After the kiss, Shen Lou touched Lin Xin’s face and felt that something was wrong with his mood.
“It’s nothing, I just feel guilty suddenly. You keep giving me things, such as small swords, Luli, food and clothing, and Xinghu stones, but I have never given you anything serious.” Lin Xin’s voice was a little hoarse, and he lowered his eyes and untied his neck. He took the yellow jade pendant in his hand and put it on Shen Lou’s chest.
The topaz jade glowed with a warm luster under the candlelight.
“This is what your father left for you.” Shen Lou frowned.
“Yes, let me give it to my future wife.” Lin Xin opened his eyes and talked casually.
Shen Lou laughed and said, “This is the jade pendant of Marquis Xunlu.” It was a symbol of the status of the marquis, so how could it be given to his wife.
Lin Xin didn’t care. He pulled off Shen Lou’s underwear and hung the string around his neck. He leaned over and pressed his face against it, listening to Shen Lou’s heartbeat through the jade pendant: “No one loved me before. This jade pendant is my only one. Think about it, now that you love me, I’m not afraid anymore.”
The author has something to say:
Small Theater:
“Daily Life of Zhuolu Moments Chapter 1”
Shen Qingque: Xinxin gave me the heirloom jade pendant, what did he mean?? (⊙v⊙)
The Guo Wang Handsome Zhongzhong: I refuse to answer this question
Yingying: It means, I have a sister-in-law~\(≧▽≦)/~
The Guo Wang Handsome Zhongzhong: Reply @Yingying Your IQ has been in arrears
Yingying: Reply to @The Guo Wang handsome Zhongzhong, come out for a duel
Zhu Xingli who is still a baby today: Ancient books say that people who deliberately show affection will be beaten by their father @Shen Qingque
T/N: Till now Feng Zhong had been being called King of England, now I have changed it to Guo Wang.
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[1] This is the character Chuan 传