General’s Gown - CH 35

Chapter 35 Qi Yue Wu Yi Part 7

Murong Xiu opened his eyes, and his gaze slowly fell from the two ministers to Yan Changqing.

After a long time, he said, “Zhen allows it.”

Zhang Jian and Xue Zheng each breathed a sigh of relief, wiping their foreheads with cold sweat, then finally retired.

Sunlight came in from the carved mahogany window lattice, shining on Murong Xiu’s profile, casting a heavy shadow. The hall was extremely quiet, and one could only faintly hear the birds singing on the green trees outside the window.

Murong Xiu suddenly rushed to grab Yan Changqing’s shoulder, and the joints between his fingers turned white.

“You deliberately did this, didn’t you?”

Yan Changqing looked at Murong Xiu’s frustrated face in silence and tightened his lips.

“You know that Xue Zhaoyi will make matters worse, but you didn’t explain, and deliberately asked Xue Zhaoyi to pull you out of the harem, didn’t you?”

Yan Changqing remained silent.

“You were sure that as long as the ministers see you, I can no longer hide you in the palace, right?”

Yan Changqing looked straight into Murong Xiu’s eyes and finally opened his mouth.

“Yes.”

His waist was neither servile nor overbearing, but straight.

However, the next moment, Murong Xiu suddenly rushed over, pressed him to the ground, pressing him down with all his strength.

Yan Changqing resisted immediately, but Murong Xiu grabbed his wrist as soon as he shot out.

“This trick was taught to me by brother himself.” Murong Xiu said viciously, using his other hand to peel down Yan Changqing’s tightly covered neckline little by little.

“Your Majesty.” Yan Changqing looked at Murong Xiu without blinking.

“This time, it’s useless what you say.”

Murong Xiu felt that he was a complete fool.

For more than half a month, no matter whether he was presumptuous or restrained, he had never been able to get Yan Changqing. Half of it was because of Yan Changqing’s resistance, and the other half was because of Murong Xiu’s vacillating thoughts in his heart. He always felt that if he got Yan Changqing’s body first, he would never get his heart.

How stupid he was. He thought that if he didn’t do anything, Yan Changqing would slowly accept him. But the result? Not only did he not get his heart, but he even wants to run away!

Yan Changqing’s hairband loosened during the scuffle, and large pieces of black silk hair fell to his shoulder and neck, spreading out onto the gorgeous golden silk carpet. Murong Xiu felt his heart tremble violently.

Yes, he can’t think about it much anymore. Especially when he learned that the Dongyun man was not dead, he was panicking even more.

He knew that Yan Changqing must have a different inclination for that Dongyun man.

This cannot be. His Changqing brother can only belong to him forever. He wanted to melt him into his own flesh and blood, keep him in his stomach, so no one could snatch him away or see him!

“Brother Xiu.”

Yan Changqing changed his tone and continued calling him.

Murong Xiu was taken aback for a moment, and he covered Yan Changqing’s mouth and continued to strip down his clothes.

Yan Changqing pulled his elbow and squeezed his hand. The two eyes looked at each other quietly.

Suddenly, Yan Changqing wrapped his hand around Murongxiu’s neck and patted it softly. It was like calming an irritable little beast. “Brother Xiu, remember this sentence?”

“Qi Yue Wu Yi, together as intimate friends.”

Murong Xiu froze suddenly, staring closely at Yan Changqing’s eyes.

From his dark eyes, Murong Xiu saw his projection.

His fourteen-year-old self.

That day, paper money flew all over the sky and merged with the vast snow. In front of the icy concubine Xian’s coffin, Yan Changqing held a thin young man with tears on his face. The big brother gently patted the back of his neck, as if comforting a small animal, soothing him.

Qi Yue Wu Yi, together as intimate friends. King Qin dispatches the troops, repair my spear. Share vengeance with friends!

On that day, Yan Changqing whispered in his ear, solemnly swearing.

Qi Yue Wu Yi, friends in the same pond. King Qin dispatches the troops, repairs my halberd, and works together with friends!

That day, the little boy gritted his teeth and followed along with tears.

“Your Majesty, do you remember this poem?”

With crystal clear, black and white eyes, it seems that even the iceberg and snow at the peak was not even a ten-thousandth as clear.

“I…I don’t remember!” Murong Xiu replied immediately, his voice flustering.

“Does Your Majesty still remember what the empress said?”

Murong Xiu suddenly shrank into a ball, covering his ears with both hands, and shaking his head in a panic: “I don’t remember! Don’t remember!”

“You two will always be emperor and minister and will always be brothers.”

Yan Changqing spoke slowly, every single word.

A long, long time ago, the pale and sad face that was deliberately buried in the depths of his memory suddenly appeared in front of Murong Xiu at this moment. In front of the fluttering three-foot white silk, his mother had said so slowly.

For an instant, Yan Changqing’s face seemed to overlap with his mother’s face.

Monarch and official. Brothers.

Murong Xiu deceived himself and closed his eyes tightly. He covered his ears as if struck by lightning, but Yan Changqing’s words still entered his ears word by word.

“The emperor and the minister is the emperor and the minister, while brothers are brothers.”

Yan Changqing pulled the torn parts of his clothes and knelt down solemnly.

“Other than that?” Murong Xiu raised his head abruptly, his throat was extremely dry, and his expression frantic and eager. “Other than that? I…I…”

Before finishing speaking, there were suddenly rapid footsteps. The great eunuch Liu Quan knelt outside the door, and called out with a sharp voice, “Your Majesty, Mo Nan is in an urgent situation!”

If it were not for an extremely urgent battle report, Liu Quan would never be so panicked. But Murong Xiu didn’t even think about it. He grabbed what was at hand and smashed it at his head and face. “Get out of here! Get out!”

Liu Quan didn’t have time to dodge, and the gilt lampstand that Murong Xiu had thrown was smashed into his face. It flowed along his forehead, and he didn’t even care to wipe it. His voice trembled fiercely.

“Your Majesty, Monan suffered a major earthquake and… many people died, so this slave dare not, not report it!”

Earthquake? Murong Xiu woke up instantly as if a basin of ice water was pouring down on him.

Why is there a big earthquake!? Is God punishing him?

Because he did something against his will to his brother, to the Great Yan’s most loyal and brave general?

Seeing Murong Xiu’s silence, Liu Quan thought that the little emperor was frightened stupid, but he could only bite the bullet and continue to report. “After the strong… strong earthquake, Mo Nan officers and soldiers fled to escape. Bei Rong became chaotic and the twelve counties of Monan have all fallen into enemy hands!”

Murong Xiu stared at him, his eyes turned bloodshot in the corners. “What did you say?”

Yan Changqing strode forward, grabbing the battle report. His fingers trembled quickly and unfolded it. Every word on the report seemed to have turned into a horrible state of flaming flares and collapse of the border mountains in the southern part of the country.

“Your Majesty, please order me to lead troops immediately to Monan for support!”

Murong Xiu’s body was shocked, and finally, his clenched fist slowly loosened. After a long time, he nodded gently.