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"A song that breaks the heart, where can I find a bosom friend at the end of the world."

Yi Huawei gently pushed open the door, his eyes fell on Yu Shu who was playing the zither, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"It's already this late, and Her Majesty is still in the mood for something elegant?"

The candlelight in the room flickered, and the light and shadow danced on Yu Shu's beautiful face.

"My Lord is back?!"

Qiu Ju was sorting clothes nearby. When she heard the noise, she turned around and saw Yi Huawei. Her eyes lit up and she hurried over to him. She looked Yi Huawei up and down with surprise in her eyes. Yi Huawei's hair was not messy at all, and his clothes were neat and clean, without any signs of being wet by the rain. She couldn't help but say:
"My lord, are you not wet in the rain? It's raining hard today. I'm worried that you'll get soaked. My lord, there's ginseng soup in the kitchen. I'll serve it to you."

After saying that, without waiting for Yi Huawei's response, he hurried out of the room, his footsteps so hurried that his sleeves brought up a slight breeze.

"grown ups!"

When several maids saw Yi Huawei coming in, they exchanged glances with each other, then tiptoed out of the room and closed the door considerately.

"You're back?"

Yu Shu turned her head slightly, and when her eyes met Yi Huawei's, a complex look flashed in her eyes, as if she was hiding thousands of words, or like a bottomless lake, with undercurrents surging under the calm. Her eyes were like cold stars twinkling in the night sky, shining slightly in the dim light.

Yi Huawei looked at Yu Shu quietly, took a few steps forward, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and revealed a gentle smile: "Your Highness, your performance of the song "Orchid Tune" has become more and more exquisite, but this song is too sad, please don't hurt yourself."

"Thank you, Lord Zhao, for your concern!"

Yu Shu lowered her eyes slightly, and her thick and curled eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow under her eyelids. The voice was as gentle as the breeze blowing across the lake, but with a slight tremor that was barely perceptible, as if the last fallen leaf in late autumn was struggling in the wind:
"It's getting late, Lord Zhao should go back and rest early!"

The autumn rain was like beans, making the bamboos on the east window rustle. The lanterns hanging under the eaves swayed in the wind, and the flickering candlelight cast circles of soft light. On Yu Shu's beautiful and flawless face, it was reflected in a warm and gentle manner. Her skin was like snow, with a faint halo, as delicate as mutton-fat jade.

Seeing Yi Huawei didn't speak for a long time, Yu Shu looked up and happened to meet that burning gaze, her heart trembled. She bit her lower lip subconsciously, and her cheeks flushed slightly. Her face was already graceful and gorgeous, and at this moment, she was wearing a light pink dress, which made her figure more graceful. Her hair was tied up and fixed with a carved jade hairpin, and a few strands of hair fell down, adding a bit of charm. She was beautiful beyond words, and her round, plump and well-proportioned figure exuded a mature and beautiful charm.

"Sir, the ginseng soup is ready."

At this time, Qiu Ju came in from the door with a soup bowl in her hand, her steps were light and careful, for fear of spilling any soup. Yi Huawei looked away, smiled, and reached out to take the soup bowl.

"You have been running around all day, I think you must be tired."

Qiu Ju smiled and said, "I will boil water for you to take a bath."

"No, just get a basin of water and I'll just wipe it."

Yi Huawei shook his head and looked up at the dark night outside the window. It was almost midnight, and he didn't know when he would have to go to bed after boiling water. "Put a bucket of hot water in my room. You can soak your feet in it later. Go to bed early."

"Yes!"

Qiuju responded, bowed, turned and walked out of the room.

Yu Shu looked at Yi Huawei sitting at the table, holding the bowl of ginseng soup in his hands, as if he was tasting the most precious tea in the world. After sniffing it, he slowly brought the ginseng soup to his mouth. He drank every sip very slowly, as if he was enjoying every taste of the ginseng soup.

That leisurely and contented look made Yu Shu feel embarrassed and annoyed. Her cheeks flushed slightly and a trace of anger flashed in her eyes. She snorted lightly, knowing that she couldn't drive him away, so she simply sat down on the edge of the bed in a huff. She turned around abruptly, turned her face away, and stared straight at the wall. The candlelight on the wall reflected her figure, which swayed slightly on the wall.

"Now that you've met the county marquis and his wife, can you rest assured?" Yi Huawei put down the bowl, his mouth slightly raised: "I didn't break my promise, and the queen should keep her word!"

Yu Shu's body suddenly stiffened, as if she was fixed by something. She still stubbornly did not turn her head, but her breathing became a little rapid, and her chest rose and fell slightly.

Seeing this, Yi Huawei slowly stood up, walked to Yu Shu, and sat down gently. The distance between their shoulders was very close, almost touching each other. Yu Shu clearly felt his approach, and her body trembled slightly. She bit her lip, but finally did not dodge.

Yi Huawei stared at Yu Shu's profile for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed her slender and soft waist, and with a little force, he brought Yu Shu into his arms. Yu Shu cried softly, and just as she was about to struggle, she heard Yi Huawei's gentle voice in her ear: "Why is the queen a little sad today? Are you thinking of someone again?"

"How did you..."

Yu Shu had just opened her mouth and hadn't finished her words when Yi Huawei suddenly moved closer. Their breathing instantly intertwined, and the second half of her words were blocked in her mouth. Then, Yu Shu felt her lips being pressed tightly, and she subconsciously closed them tightly. She could even clearly feel Yi Huawei's breath, which made her a little dizzy.

Her heartbeat quickened rapidly, and her body began to become weak and limp, leaning against Yi Huawei's arms. Yi Huawei's hand tightly held her waist, and his other hand stroked her back, holding her tighter.

Yu Shu felt like her breath was being taken away, her nostrils fluttered slightly, and she uttered a sweet hum. The extremely familiar feeling of oppression came over her again, making her body go limp, her mind went blank, and her heart trembled uncontrollably.

"call!"

Yi Huawei extinguished the candle with a slap of his hand.

The night was hazy, dark clouds obscured the bright moon, and suddenly, the autumn wind blew violently, the branches and leaves swayed, and the few green bamboos under the east window made a dull rustling sound.

After a long time, the wind and rain came suddenly and the rain became heavier.

………………

The cold raindrops poured down from the night sky like a fine bead curtain, hitting the tents with a crackling sound, as if it was a disordered song played in the dark. The night was as dark as a huge piece of black silk, weighing heavily on the land, covering everything. There was no light, only endless darkness spreading around.

Bisu, the large town of Ailao, appears exceptionally quiet on a rainy night.

In the wilderness outside the town, the tents were like rolling hills, and their outlines were faintly visible in the dim night. The tents were woven from tough cowhide and coarse linen, and were specially treated to withstand the invasion of wind and rain. The tents were surrounded by flags of various colors and styles, fluttering in the wind and rain.

The ground between the tents was trampled very hard, with deep and shallow footprints and wheel tracks intertwined. Outside the tents was a simple fence built with thick wood. Every few steps beside the fence, there was a soldier holding a spear standing guard, wearing a straw raincoat, and rainwater was sliding down the raincoat.

In the big tent, Yi Xiaochuan, who had been tossing and turning and unable to sleep, suddenly sat up, a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

"Somebody come!"

A deep voice sounded in the tent, and a guard quickly entered the tent. "Master Qu, what do you want?"

The guard asked respectfully.

"Light up all the anointing lamps, and ask General Xiang Liang to come over. I want to discuss important matters with him."

Yi Xiaochuan gave the order. Soon, bright lights lit up in the big tent, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the furnishings in the tent.

After a while, Xiang Liang, wearing a straw raincoat, hurried in.

"I'm feeling uneasy and a little uneasy. Master, please come over and arrange the performance again..."

As he spoke, Yi Xiaochuan ordered his personal guards to bring in the map and place it on the table.

The two maps are particularly eye-catching under the light. One of them is the "garrison map", which is a garrison map carefully drawn in three colors: red, black, and Tianqing. The red lines represent the marching routes of the army, like winding blood vessels running through them; the black marks are the important strongholds of each army, distributed on the map; Tianqing is used to outline the mountains and rivers, highlighting the undulations of the terrain and the direction of the water flow.

On this map, the part with a black background and a red frame emphasizes the bases of several armies and their command centers, as well as the granary in the rear, which is marked with a large yellow circle, with the grain transportation route drawn in detail next to it.

Xiang Liang stood beside the desk, quickly scanned the map, and soon found the location of Luoyue. It was an area on the edge of the map. The surrounding terrain was complex, with high mountains and crisscrossing rivers.

Xiang Liang frowned, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and fell into deep thought. In order to win this battle, the first thing was to ensure the food supply for 200,000 people.

These 200,000 Ailao people are a huge force, but also a huge burden.

During this year, Yi Xiaochuan gained the trust of King Jingao of Ailao with his wisdom. With these 200,000 people, he embarked on the journey of conquering Baiyue and conquering Qin.

"For this march to Luoyue and Xiou, the issue of food is of vital importance." Xiang Liang broke the silence: "We must ensure the safety of the food transportation route."

"I know!"

Yi Xiaochuan nodded, staring at the map on the table, and said slowly in a low voice: "The terrain of Luoyue is complex, easy to defend but difficult to attack. There are mountains and rivers crisscrossing there, and there are natural barriers everywhere. If the enemy cuts off our food supply, our 200,000 troops will be in dire straits, and the consequences will be disastrous."

Xiang Liang raised his eyebrows, examined the map, and said in a serious tone: "We only have enough food to last for three months. This is our Achilles' heel. Time is running out, and we must strive for a quick victory."

Yi Xiaochuan nodded slightly, holding his chin with one hand, and said after thinking for a moment: "We also need to consider the local people's sentiments, which is crucial. If we can get the support of the people, it will be like we have an insider, which will be more beneficial to us."

"We can first send people to understand the situation in Luoyue and Xiou, and see if we can find a breakthrough..." Yi Xiaochuan said as he gestured on the map. His fingers were slender but covered with calluses from holding the sword for a long time, and his eyes kept searching on the map.

Time is tight.

The Qin Empire is vast and rich in resources, with a large population and vast territory. It is like a sleeping beast. Once awakened, it will be unstoppable. Especially now, Gao Yao, that ruthless guy, is like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, spying on everything in the dark. If he is given a few more years, he may make the Qin Empire an iron barrel. At that time, the Qin cavalry will surely trample all the surrounding countries.

Yi Xiaochuan knew that once the Qin Dynasty pacified the Baiyue, the Ailao Kingdom would become a piece of meat on the chopping board, at the mercy of others. They couldn't run to India again, that was the last resort and the most helpless choice.

Yi Xiaochuan's eyes flashed with a sinister light. His skin was a little rough due to long-term military service, but it still couldn't hide his delicate features. His lips were always tightly pursed, as if he was suppressing his inner anger.

This was his only chance, the key to his revenge and rise. He couldn't lose, and couldn't afford to lose. The customs of Ailao and Baiyue were similar, and once conquered, it would be easier for Baiyue to return to their hearts than the Qin. At that time, only by combining the manpower and material resources of Ailao and Baiyue could they have the strength to fight the Qin. This was a carefully planned chess game, and every step was full of risks, but he had no choice.

Therefore, Yi Xiaochuan was betting everything on this one. He was like a crazy gambler, betting his own fate, the fate of Ailao State, and even the fate of the entire Baiyue on this war.

This battle will determine his life or death, honor or disgrace, so he must give it his all.

In his imagination, he would lead the Ailao people to charge into battle, and every soldier would be as full of fighting spirit as he was, writing their own legend with their blood and lives.

And he, Yi Xiaochuan, will become the creator of this legend. He will stand at the pinnacle of power and make Gao Yao and Daqin pay the price for what they had done to him.

………………

A cold autumn rain.

Early morning, Yunyan Pavilion.

The autumn rain last night had just passed, and the sky was azure blue, as clear as if it had been washed by water, without a single cloud. The willow trees on both sides of the road were lush with branches and leaves, and crystal clear raindrops rolled on them, swaying gently with the breeze, and from time to time a few drops fell and hit the stone slabs on the ground.

The vermilion eaves and emerald green roof of the gatehouse were originally covered with dust, but it disappeared completely after last night's autumn rain.

In the side room, Yu Shu sat quietly in front of the dressing table, her light yellow dress hanging smoothly without a wrinkle.

Two maids stood behind her respectfully, holding exquisite hairpins in their hands. They were extremely cautious and gently put the hairpins into Yu Shu's hair. Yu Shu looked straight ahead, her body motionless, quietly letting the maids do her makeup.

The bronze mirror clearly reflected her face, her face was rosy, her skin was smooth and delicate, and her facial features were exquisite and harmonious.

"..., where is Lord Zhao?"

Yu Shu opened her lips slightly and slowly raised her eyes to look at the maid beside her.

"The Prime Minister has already left."

The maid replied quickly, and after a pause she continued, "By the way, the master left a letter for the queen!"

A maid quickly walked to the table in the middle, picked up the folded white paper, turned back to Yu Shu, and handed it to her with both hands.

Yu Shu hurriedly took the letter, unfolded it and frowned. In the letter, Yi Huawei told her to go back to Xianyang first, and to ensure her safety, he left 300 imperial guards and 300 black dragon guards to escort her.

After a moment's silence, Yu Shu put the letter down and shook her head gently. She had just left the house, so why was she already missing him?
(End of this chapter)