Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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“It’s okay, it’s okay, everything in the dream was fake.” Le Zhengming gently stroked the little curly-haired boy’s back, repeating the comforting words over and over again.
“Everything in the dream was real,” Zhuang Li raised his head and said in a hoarse voice, “Zhuang Ran strangled my mother to death.”
He had no doubt that the dream just now was the obsession left by the original owner in this body, and only such deep hatred could last forever.
Le Zhengming hugged the little curly-haired boy tighter and tighter, wanting to comfort him, but he was speechless for a moment. Zhuang Ran only said to the outside world that the princess died of illness, but anyone with a brain would know that he would definitely use the princess’s life to exchange for the new emperor’s trust. How could she die of illness at such a coincidental time?
“Don’t think about it anymore. Live well and live up to your mother’s expectations.” Le Zhengming said dryly.
“How can I live if Zhuang Ran doesn’t die?” Zhuang Li looked up at Le Zhengming, but there was no trace of tears on his face. Instead, he had a strange smile on his face.
“Zhuang Ran, Zhuang Xu, the Ninth Prince, and the New Emperor, they must die!” Zhuang Li half sat up, speaking in a cold tone, “Look at what kind of beasts the people you are loyal to are. They even kill their own wives and children; they exploit and oppress the people like cattle and horses; and for a little power, they wantonly persecute loyal people, causing the country to be broken and the society to be in turmoil. Is it worth fighting for them?”
“I’m not fighting for them, I’m fighting for the people.” Le Zhengming also half sat up and added silently in his heart: It’s also for you. If I don’t fight, who will protect you?
“Those are the new emperor’s people, not yours.” Zhuang Li sneered.
“I can make them my people.” Facing this man, Le Zhengming revealed his ambition for the first time.
Yes, he had long been disappointed with this corrupt dynasty, and had long wanted to change the world and level the mountains and rivers. Unfortunately, his uprightness and bravery were ultimately no match for the cunning and filthy nature of some people. In order to get rid of him, they could take hundreds of thousands of people as hostages and pawns.
When he retreated, the people died; but if he died, the people could live.
Le Zhengming already had the answer in his mind as to what choice to make.
He looked at Xiao Curly nervously, waiting for his reaction. With half royal blood in his body, they should have been enemies.
Zhuang Li laughed happily at this depressing moment. He always knew that his lover had a strong sense of mission, but also had cold determination. He would not offer his loyalty to a corrupt dynasty, he was only loyal to this land, because he was the god of this land.
The more he understood this person, the more Zhuang Li fell in love with him. He took the initiative to reach out and hug Le Zhengming’s neck, kissing his thin lips without saying anything.
Le Zhengming was stunned.
Zhuang Li took advantage of the situation to pry open his teeth, marched straight in, and conquered the city…
Le Zhengming pushed the little curly-haired boy away, stretched out his hands, and hugged him tighter. Now, the two of them were completely inseparable.
“What are you doing?” Le Zhengming asked breathlessly.
“We’re all dying, aren’t we? Why are you still worrying about so many things? Why not enjoy yourself while you can?” Zhuang Li smiled and bit his hot ear. His voice was low and hoarse, revealing endless temptation.
So, Le Zhengming also lost his mind at this moment, like a ferocious beast that was awakened, and couldn’t wait to bite his prey.
A line of fire snake leaped into the air and was about to explode into gorgeous fireworks, but it stopped abruptly at the most beautiful moment.
Zhuang Li suddenly pushed Le Zhengming away and panted, “Do you want to live with me?”
“Of course.” Le Zhengming’s eyes were bloodshot, and his forehead was bulging with blue veins. He was clearly in so much pain that he was about to explode, but he didn’t dare to move. He was afraid that he would hurt the little curly-haired boy without careful handling.
“Very good, since you want to live with me, you have to listen to me in everything starting from tomorrow. If I tell you to go east, you can’t go west, do you hear me?” Zhuang Li tapped his lover’s sweaty chest with his fingertips and asked with emphasis.
“Okay, I’ll listen to you in everything.” Le Zhengming tried his best to endure the burning sensation in his body. His urgent desire made it impossible for him to refuse any request from the little curly-haired boy.
Zhuang Li then reached out his hand, hugged his lover again, kissed his hot red ears, and whispered, “Be good.”
….
The next day, Le Zhengming stood beside the bed, looking at the messy bedding and the boy wrapped in the bedding, who was as white as snow, with shock on his face.
“I, we…” he began incoherently.
“Bring me paper and pen. I will draw a battle formation for you. You lead the soldiers in training first. When the Jie people attack, you must fight according to my formation. Do you understand?” Zhuang Li grabbed a robe that his lover had casually placed on the edge of the couch and draped it over his shoulders.
The black cloth set off his snow-white skin and the marks on it, and the picture was both breathtakingly and dazzlingly beautiful.
Le Zhengming was stunned again. After a long while, he shook his head and said, “Don’t joke about military secrets…”
“What did you promise me yesterday?” Zhuang Li raised his chin slightly, clasped his arms, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Le Zhengming, who had to admit his guilt after eating and drinking, said: “…”
“I said, if we die, we die together. I won’t joke about our lives. Do you believe me?” Zhuang Li asked aggressively.
The last sentence prompted Le Zhengming to nod without hesitation: “I believe you! I’ll go get paper and pen.” After he finished speaking, he turned and went out.
He was not blinded by beauty, nor was he desperate and had completely given up hope of living. When the boy asked him whether he believed in himself, a voice suddenly emerged in his mind.
The voice was extremely firm and urgent, repeating over and over again: “Believe in him, believe in him! Don’t have the slightest doubt. Believe in him…”
So he handed over the pen and paper like a madman, and at the same time tied his life and the lives of 40,000 soldiers to this man.
7480, who witnessed all this, sneered disdainfully, “Master, you even resorted to the honey trap. You are really going backwards. I want to see how you win this battle.”
….
At the same time, Zhuang Ran, who was far away in Guancheng, said in a calm tone: “This time, Le Zhengming will definitely die.”
The Ninth Prince chuckled while holding his teacup: “Forty thousand remnant soldiers against one hundred and eighty thousand brave cavalrymen, he is indeed very courageous.”
Zhuang Xu, who was sitting at the bottom, reminded gently, “The Jie people are always treacherous and cunning. Even if they reach an agreement with us, they may not abide by it. We can just give this Guancheng to Xu Hui to prevent the Jie people from attacking us by dividing their forces.”
The Ninth Prince looked at Zhuang Xu with admiration and said, “Mu Yun (Zhuang Xu’s pen name) is indeed thoughtful. After lunch, we will lead the army to withdraw to Kaifeng.”
The three of them reached an agreement and then waited quietly for news of Le Zhengming’s death.
As early as the first time he saw Le Zhengming, Zhuang Xu had warned the Ninth Prince: “This man has an unusual appearance. Every time I see him, I feel lost. I am afraid he is not a subordinate. Please get rid of him as soon as possible.”
At that time, Le Zhengming was just a fledgling deputy general, and Zhuang Xu was only thirteen years old and had never been famous in public.
Three years later, one of them had become a commander-in-chief with a million troops, and the other one had become a successful follower of the emperor and rose to fame.
Facts proved that both of them were not ordinary people. Unfortunately, Le Zhengming was brave but not wise. He fell into Zhuang Xu’s trap repeatedly, and his military power was reduced. In the end, he suffered a great defeat. Zhuang Xu, on the other hand, was very careful and cautious, and never made any mistakes.
The question of who was stronger and who was weaker between the two finally came to light at this moment.
“Duke Zhuang, you gave birth to a good son.” The Ninth Prince sighed sincerely.
Sitting firmly on the seat, Zhuang Ran bowed and said with a smile: “Your Highness, you are too kind. Xu’er is still young and needs experience. Please bear with him in the future.” Although he said this, his eyes were full of pride as a father.
As for his other son, he wished he could strangle him to death with his own hands.
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