The Slender Waist-Chapter 135 - 104: Asura Cemetery

Feng Yun looked at his indifferent face, her eyes shimmering faintly.

"General, have you won the battle?"

Pei Jue said, "Last night, the Qi Army launched a major attack on the left flank of Xinzhou. Our Light Cavalry took advantage of the terrain, backed by the defenses of Xinzhou City, and struck the enemy’s flanks from both sides. After a fierce battle lasting three hours, the Qi Army’s front line completely collapsed..."

He didn’t avoid discussing military affairs with Feng Yun.

But he spoke lightly of it.

In a few sentences, he summarized the life-and-death struggle of the battlefield.

Feng Yun asked, "What happened afterward?"

Pei Jue said, "We seized the enemy’s moment of weakness and pursued them to the Qi Army’s main camp. The Qi Army, like a gecko shedding its tail, set fire to their camp and retreated more than eighty li away, taking up a defensive position at Jintan Bay..."

Suddenly lowering his head to look at her, "Would you consider that a victory?"

Feng Yun saw no expression on his face and smiled slightly, "Of course."

The candlelight flickered faintly.

The room was filled with the scent of laughing lotus, which Feng Yun had made after arriving at Huaxi Village, using ingredients such as agarwood, cloves, and cinnamon, and adding powdered dry lotus, which she liked very much.

It didn’t have the distinctively cool and outstanding fragrance of snow-laden plum blossoms, but it was gentle and unobtrusive, fitting for the current setting of their interaction.

They exchanged a glance, and a hazy hint of ambiguity spread in the silence.

With a slight stretch of his long arm, Pei Jue pulled her into his embrace, entwining her with the subtle fragrance.

She seemed to hear her own breathing, short and shallow.

Pei Jue looked down at her, made no other movement, "Ao Qi writes to you every day, why don’t you ask him?"

Indeed, there was nothing that could be hidden from General Pei.

Feng Yun smiled faintly, thinking of that young man who hadn’t written for many days.

She asked him, "How is Guard Ao?"

Pei Jue’s arm tightened, his gaze fixating on her, his head lowered even more, and his hot breath flowed down her ear, making the skin beneath her collar intolerably flush red.

"During the Light Cavalry charge, Ao Qi led the attack on the left wing. He has a talent for the battlefield, skilled at adapting to changes. I’m planning to dispatch troops to Bingzhou, and Ao Qi, having followed Zhu Cheng’s Red Armor Army, has set off for Bingzhou yesterday."

Feng Yun’s brows furrowed unintentionally, "You’ve always been reluctant to let him join the vanguard."

Pei Jue said, "The nephew has grown up; I can’t control him."

That sentence seemed to have a double meaning.

Unfortunately, Feng Yun was immersed in the news that Pei Jue was going to deploy troops to Bingzhou and didn’t notice it. After pondering for a moment, she looked up and found a pair of eyes watching her coldly, sharp and persistent like a sword about to be drawn.

Her expression softened into a smile.

"With its waterways and guarded by heavy troops, Bingzhou is well connected. Do you have a sure victory, General?"

Pei Jue said, "The battlefield is ever-changing, there’s no such thing as absolute certainty."

Each time one goes into battle, one may face death.

Even generals who consistently win often die on the battlefield.

Feng Yun felt that Pei Jue was more talkative than usual that night. His face showed little change, but it left her feeling somewhat unsettled...

She always felt that he was brewing some emotion...

That mysteriously absent Crown Prince Chunyu had become her heart’s ache.

"You must be tired, General," Feng Yun said, looking at Pei Jue’s bloodshot eyes and the fatigue he couldn’t conceal. It was imaginable that he had been in Xinzhou pursuing the Qi Army to Jintan Bay that morning, and yet he appeared in Huaxi Village that night, with hardly a moment’s rest in between.

He must have been very tired and exhausted.

Thus, she hesitantly pointed to the soft couch.

"General, why don’t you sleep here tonight? I’ll make do in the annex..."

Pei Jue did not respond.

As she got up to leave, he suddenly pulled on her slender wrist.

Feng Yun unexpectedly fell into his embrace, turned her eyes in surprise, "General?"

Pei Jue’s lips pressed tightly together, he gently lifted his hand to brush away her falling hair, his gaze intensifying in the lingering scent of the laughing lotus, becoming scorchingly hot, full of predatory desire.

The wind outside the window picked up, with the cool autumn breeze flowing in.

Feng Yun felt the chill, her body shivering slightly, only to be restrained by him around her lower back, turned, and pressed onto the couch.

"Don’t go," his cool lips were close, his voice husky.

Outside the window, the sound of rain suddenly arose, pattering against the shutters and tiles, masking the fierce beating of their hearts. As their gazes met and their noses touched, breaths grew chaotic, then kisses swept down like the piercing rain, overwhelming...

Burning, unbearable, enshrouding her so tightly it left no air to breathe, it was like an unspeakable emotion, or a passion accumulated over centuries, rioting across her body, fiercely tender... Soon, they became entwined in a whirl of ecstasy, pleasure rising from her waist and belly, with repressed moans rolling in her throat...

Outside the curtain, Daman and Xiaoman exchanged glances, bowed their heads, blushed, and withdrew, closing the door behind them.

The guard also retreated a bit further away.

"General..."

Feng Yun was somewhat breathless, her hands entwined around his neck, tense as if she were drowning.