AMLFS Chapter 101

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Yangshan Pass is located in the central part of the country, with mountainous terrain that is both defensible and accessible.

Yangshan Pass has always been a strategic location for military strategists throughout history.

The imperial court has indeed become increasingly lax in military affairs in recent years, with the number of people guarding this place being fewer than the number of personal troops Sun Shu brought. Naturally, Sun Shu easily captured it in one fell swoop.

When Grand Commandant Xiao led troops to encircle and suppress Zhao Fangye, Sun Shu happened to evade the pursuit and joined Zhao Fangye’s personal troops.

Sun Shu and the personal troops watched helplessly as Grand Commandant Xiao led his troops towards the Northwest, feeling extremely anxious. Just at this moment, Zhao Fangye sent a secret letter, instructing them to immediately head to Yangshan Pass after Grand Commandant Xiao’s troops had left.

Sun Shu initially didn’t understand, until a few days ago when suddenly a large number of troops gathered towards the Central Plains, he then understood Zhao Fangye’s intention in asking him to stay at Yangshan Pass.

Not only did Sikou Lanfeng and Feng Zhen’s forces defect to Zhao Fangye, but the forces in the capital, the South, and the North gradually saw the situation clearly and decided to pledge allegiance to Prince Zhao of the Ning district.

The entire rear of the country is within Zhao Fangye’s sphere of influence, and with more forces gathering towards the capital to respond, it is only a matter of time before they attack the capital.

Capital.

“Official… Please, have mercy. My son is still so young, he really can’t go to the battlefield…” A simply dressed woman rushed out, grabbing the officer’s clothes and refusing to let go.

Her son, who hasn’t even reached the age of majority, was being escorted to the military camp by two soldiers. Looking around, similar scenes were happening in every household behind her.

“This is the imperial court’s order! Do you commoners want to resist the decree?!” Kicking the woman away, the officer said fiercely, “If you don’t get out of the way, you’ll be charged with obstructing military affairs!”

After saying that, the two soldiers led the person away, leaving the woman on the ground, covering her face and crying: “Heavens! How could this happen…”

Another woman stepped forward and knelt beside her, sobbing and wiping away tears: “Sister Chen, my husband is the same… This world is truly wicked. He’s so old, going to the battlefield is a dead end… Waa…”

“My son, he’s still so young… He… How will he survive… Isn’t this going to make me, an old woman, bury my young…”

In order to gather troops in a short period, the imperial court recklessly began to conscript men. Regardless of whether they were young or old, as long as they were men, they were all forced onto the battlefield.

However, the families of those conscripted not only did not receive any compensation from the imperial court but also had to prepare the soldiers’ money and provisions themselves.

It’s simply absurd.

For a time, the capital was in turmoil. The powerful and wealthy, upon hearing that the rebel army was about to attack the capital, quickly packed up their gold, silver, and treasures and fled to the South to seek refuge. The common people lived in fear every day, and those with a little money also fled to the South.

The rest who had no money could only live one day at a time.

The dynasty’s fortune is coming to an end.

The marching carriage stopped midway, and Zhao Fangye ordered the army to rest. Song Huaixi, having been cooped up in the carriage for several days, naturally couldn’t sit still and clamored to get out of the car.

They stayed in the Northwest from spring to late autumn, with yellow sand sweeping across the sky, and the desert wind also carried a strong sense of desolation.

Glancing at Song Huaixi, who was eager to get out of the carriage, Zhao Fangye quickly pulled him back. He casually picked up a cloak next to him and draped it over him: “It’s autumn.”

“I know.” Song Huaixi obediently sat in his arms, watching Zhao Fangye’s slender fingers slowly lift the ties on the cloak to tie them for him.

During the movements, his fingers would intentionally or unintentionally brush against his chin, feeling cool. Song Huaixi shrank back and lowered his head, grabbing his palms with both hands.

“Zhao Fangye, your hands are so cold.”

“Did I ice Huaixi?”

“No.” Song Huaixi held his hands, wrapping his big hands. His round eyes curved as he looked up at him: “I’ll warm you up, my hands are very warm.”

The distance between the two was very close, their breaths mingling. The bright light radiating from those pure black eyes made Zhao Fangye unable to help but feel a throbbing in his heart.

He’s really too obedient.

Zhao Fangye was silent, his gaze lingering in Song Huaixi’s eyes for a long time, with an unknown emotion surging in his light-colored eyes.

Song Huaixi looked at him, smiling even more enthusiastically. He blew on his palms while looking up and asking: “Are they warm? Zhao Fangye.”

The next moment, he was suddenly pushed down onto the soft couch under him by Zhao Fangye. Zhao Fangye held his hands and imprisoned them above his head with one hand, and held his chin with the other.

The fiery kiss, like the unknown emotion in Zhao Fangye’s eyes, came over intensely and deeply.

“Mmm…”

Song Huaixi’s breathing was almost instantly cut off as Zhao Fangye went straight in. Forceful yet gentle, his lips were kissed and sucked over and over. The soft whimpering between breaths was completely swallowed between lips and tongue.

Song Huaixi’s body trembled slightly, Zhao Fangye’s forcefulness left him with almost no time to breathe. His head began to spin, and his body began to weaken.

A low chuckle suddenly came from his ear, and Zhao Fangye let him go. He reached out and caressed his flushed cheeks, his eyes full of thick smiles.

“Why are you holding your breath?”

This little fool actually forgot to breathe. His white jade-like face was flushed red, and his round eyes were wet, as if covered with a thin layer of mist.

“Huff…”

Song Huaixi took a deep breath before feeling that his head was not so dizzy. Lying on the couch, he looked at Zhao Fangye and said, “You’re so amazing.”

Zhao Fangye was always skilled when kissing him, but although he had kissed him many times, he still couldn’t breathe skillfully. Every time Zhao Fangye kissed him a little longer, he couldn’t handle it.

Amused by his sudden words, Zhao Fangye kissed the corner of his lips a few times and picked him up from the couch, sitting him on his lap: “It’s okay, Huaixi, take your time.”

After saying that, Zhao Fangye began to gently suck on his red lips, not intensely but full of tenderness. Holding him in his arms, his large palms slowly caressed his back.

Song Huaixi closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around his neck, his body pressed against the wall of the carriage, looking up for a kiss. The breathing of the two became more and more distinct in the spacious carriage.

Kissed to the point of passion, Song Huaixi’s body, straddling him, also began to tremble. The carriage suddenly became stuffy, and Song Huaixi only felt that his whole person was about to be ignited.

He could only tightly grasp the person under him to seek a little comfort.

In the end, Song Huaixi’s desire to get out of the carriage was nipped in the bud. The cloak that had just been put on was also untied and thrown to the side.

After a long while, a subordinate came to the carriage and asked: “Prince, Madam Song said she wants to see the Princess Consort. Is the Princess Consort available now?”

Zhao Fangye, draped in his coat, leaned against the soft pillow, casually flipping through a book of military strategy in his hand. His light-colored eyes were full of satisfaction.

Hearing the report from the person, he shifted his gaze from the book, looking at Song Huaixi, who was sleeping soundly on his lap.

His black hair was scattered, his whole face was pretty. The corners of his eyes were a little flushed, and his long eyelashes, like crow feathers, were gently closed. The ruffled clothes on his chest vaguely revealed some colorful flowers.

After waiting for a moment, a lazy voice came from the carriage: “The Princess Consort is tired, unavailable.”