newbobooks Chapter 141 The Selection Ceremony of the Consort of the Hanba Tribe (Part 6)
Chapter 141 The Selection Ceremony of the Consort of the Hanba Tribe (Part 6)
—Boom—
The bold and direct questioning left Wanqing's mind blank, and her barely maintained rationality collapsed in an instant!
After exhaling a fragrant breath, Qianqian stepped back, looking at the stunned Wanqing with a smile in her eyes.
As far as the eye could see, Qianqianluo clearly saw Wanqing's pale face and her pair of wet, peach-blossom eyes filled with tears of grievance, her nose and the corners of her mouth seeming to be crying!
This appearance left Qianqian completely bewildered!
Why is General Wan so easily teased?
It was just a joke, why are you crying now?!
Seeing the two locked in a tense standoff, Zhao Ye, fearing they might start fighting, quickly stepped forward and pulled Qianqianluo behind him. "General Wan, are you alright?"
Still caught in a strange flutter of emotion, Wanqing sniffled as she sat back down by the campfire, her voice tearful and aggrieved, "It's nothing, go call General Ling for dinner!"
In the carriage, a moment after Zhao Ye left without saying goodbye, Ling Xiao was awakened by the chill beside him!
Ling Xiao straightened his robes, leaned against the carriage, and carefully observed Wan Qing's expression for a long time.
Unfortunately, after being discovered by General Wan, Ling Xiao then raised his head and appeared arrogantly by the campfire.
Just as Zhao Ye was about to turn around to invite Ling Xiao to dinner, his body was suddenly held in place by an inexplicable force from behind, pushing him forward!
A deep, husky voice, warm with breath, brushed against Zhao Ye's temples, "Go and have your meal!!"
The autumn wind howls, and a cold night brings an emergency landing!
Beside a huge bonfire made of dry grass and wood!
Qianqian fell gracefully, and Wanqing cleaned up the scene. Ling Xiao, Zhao Ye, and the others sat in a circle, warming themselves by the fire and sipping warm wine, thoroughly enjoying themselves!
During the meal, Zhao Ye played the Huqin, a traditional instrument from the northern desert. The sound of the Huqin was melodious and deep, captivating the heart!
Qianqian curled up into a ball, propped her head up with her hand, squinted her fox-like eyes, and listened to the sound of the huqin while shaking her head. She actually started to feel sleepy!
Everyone says that the Hu Jia (a type of reed pipe instrument) is mournful and poignant!
Tonight, however, the sound of the huqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument) was unusually soothing and heartwarming, especially during Vice General Zhao Ye's performance!
Ling Xiao, clutching the wine cup, listened to Zhao Ye fiddling with some woman's musical instrument again, and his anger intensified. He actually crushed the wine cup in two!
Although the sound of the wine cup shattering was drowned out by the sound of the reed pipe, Zhao Ye still heard it!
Realizing Ling Xiao's pent-up anger, Zhao Ye quickly stopped playing, fearing that Ling Xiao would go berserk again and torment him in the middle of the night!
Qianqian was still half-asleep, about to drift off to sleep, when the sound of the reed pipe suddenly stopped.
She raised her hand to rub her eyes, only to find that General Ling Xiao opposite her was staring at her with a constipated look on his face!
That expression seemed to say: You think you're worthy to listen?!
Seeing that Qianqian Luo still dared to look him in the eye and provoke him, Ling Xiao angrily broke free from Zhao Ye's hand, stood up and teased, "Young Master Luo, I've heard that you also play a good tune. Tonight, after listening to A Ye's Huqin tune, you should give me the honor and play a tune to add to the merriment!"
"Ling Xiao, what's wrong with you now?!" Zhao Ye grabbed Ling Xiao's belt, stopping him from getting the pipa from the carriage!
Ling Xiao untied the belt Zhao Ye was holding and walked coldly toward the carriage.
Seeing the two part on bad terms, Qianqianluo quickly stood up and laughed, "Hahaha, General Lingxiao is absolutely right, Deputy General Zhao Ye, there's no need to worry!!"
"Really?! Then Young Master Luo, please play a tune!" In no time, Ling Xiao handed the pipa he had taken from the carriage to Qianqian Luo.
Without a word, Qianqian Luo smiled and accepted the pipa that Ling Xiao handed her, "Then I, Luo, will make a fool of myself!"
Wan Qing sat by the campfire, her expression unreadable as she listened to the famous "Pipa Xing" that had captivated the capital!
It truly lived up to the saying, "Like listening to celestial music, my ears were instantly enlightened!"
Beneath the northern sky, the autumn wind, carrying celestial melodies, travels south, blowing back to the imperial palace in the capital!
5:00 AM (卯时)
Qing Tingyu woke up from a nightmare!
Hearing the commotion, the palace servants who had stayed up all night lit candles and gathered around the inner bed. "Your Highness, are you alright?!"
Within layers of hanging black gauze, Qing Tingyu coughed, his body covered in sweat, and leaned against the couch.
"How so?!" The irrelevant question left Deadpool speechless.
Upon hearing this, Mei Zifeng, who had rushed to deliver the letter, dismissed the group of assassins and slid to his knees outside the bed. "Your Highness, Young Master Luo and his party have arrived outside the city of Hanba and will be able to enter the city tomorrow!"
After hearing Zifeng's reply, Qing Tingyu supported her waist with her hands, sticking out her increasingly swollen belly, and lifted the veil!
"Yes, have someone continue to follow up!"
"This time, we must crush the Hanba tribe, wipe out the traitorous Lin clan, and reclaim the northern desert!!"
The Crown Prince's brook of no dissent is chilling!
Mei Zifeng lowered his head and knelt at the Crown Prince's feet, presenting the letter with both hands. "Your Highness, a letter has arrived from the Northern Desert!"
Qing Tingyu raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her face, pursed her lips, and took the letter from Mei Zifeng. "Okay, you may leave."
"Yes!!!"
After everyone had retreated to the outer hall, Qing Tingyu, clutching the letter, lay down on the inner couch and opened it!
Is the material of this family letter the scroll he sent to the northern desert?
Qing Tingyu's eyes flickered as she stroked the letter from home, her brows furrowed as she slowly unfolded the second letter sent back by that heartless person!
The person I share a bed with day and night is now dressed in a bright red, revealing dance dress, painted on rice paper, subtly seducing me!
"~Ha~ah~!" Qing Tingyu stared at the figure in the painting for a moment, then couldn't help but roll over, pressing down on the painting and panting!
The sound of his panting made the wooden bed creak!
The cries of grievance, helplessness, and pleading echoed through the inner hall, filling those in the outer hall with shame and embarrassment!
It wasn't until some dirty blood stained the Crown Prince's bed that the Crown Prince realized he must have fallen ill from lovesickness, contracting a strange disease called unrequited love!
Physician Ma arrived again under the cover of night! Carrying a severed head, he entered the inner bed to take the Crown Prince's pulse!
Yulan and Shuer knelt on the couch, wiping away the dirty blood that kept seeping from Qing Tingyu's inner thighs with hot cloths!
The pungent smell of blood was mixed with a cool fragrance, making those who smelled it feel their hearts flutter and unable to control themselves!
Mei Zifeng, meanwhile, was in the inner palace fanning away other incense that complemented the cool fragrance, so as not to disturb the peace of mind of the people in the Eastern Palace!
Physician Ma, wrapped in a medical mask, knelt tremblingly at the foot of the bed to take the Crown Prince's pulse. "Hmm?! Your Highness, you are... you are alright!"
After pondering for a long time, Physician Ma spoke again, "It's just that the bones of an immortal are causing trouble; your essence has turned into impure blood!"
Doctor Ma's words made Yulan and Shu'er, who were wiping the prince's dirty blood, blush and feel embarrassed and at a loss for what to do!
On the other hand, Qing Tingyu, with her head held high and her lips parted, was cursing and arguing defiantly.
"That vile woman dares to create such a vulgar painting to seduce me?!"
"It's all, it's all that bitch's fault!!"
"It's all that bitch's fault!!!"