"Cold... so cold..."
Zhou Fugui finally showed some reaction, but he remained unconscious. Beside the bonfire, he curled up with his arms wrapped around himself, his upper and lower teeth chattering. His face was blue and purple, and the wound on his shoulder had stopped bleeding, but his whole body seemed frozen stiff. His eyes were half-open, their gaze dull and lifeless.
"General Zhou..." Lin Yue's voice was filled with anxiety. After softly calling out to Zhou Fugui, she touched him. Zhou Fugui did not wake up, his breathing shallow. At that moment, touched by Lin Yue's icy hands, his body trembled again.
Was this due to his injuries or illness? Lin Yue thought anxiously. No matter the reason, she had to find a doctor to treat him as soon as possible. But in this current situation, how could she find one?
Furthermore, to find a doctor, she first had to leave this cave. So, Lin Yue stood up, intending to find a way out.
"Zi... Yue... Don't leave me... I'm cold..." As Lin Yue took two steps, she heard Zhou Fugui mumbling from behind. His words were extremely vague, and Lin Yue mistook "Ziyue" for "Lin Yue."
Helplessly, Lin Yue returned to Zhou Fugui's side. Looking at him trembling all over, her heart ached. She wanted to share his burden but didn't know how.
After a long while, Lin Yue let out a long sigh. Seemingly with great resolve, she began to unbutton her limited clothing, looking at the trembling Zhou Fugui and asking softly, "Who exactly are you? What is your surname? Is it Zhou?"
How could Zhou Fugui answer at this time? He only gave two muffled hums and then fell silent.
A moment later, a pale white body was revealed before Zhou Fugui. It was snow-white and pure, faintly emitting a sacred glow in the cave.
"General Zhou..." Lin Yue softly called out to Zhou Fugui, then covered him with her snow-white body.
The firelight from the bonfire flickered, as if ashamed to witness the scene between the two.
...
Zhou Fugui, clad in a single garment, walked through a world of ice and snow swept by the howling north wind.
Large snowflakes fell from the dim sky, landing on Zhou Fugui's head and shoulders, quickly enveloping him in white. The river had frozen over, turning a dark gray. Suddenly, a large iron-wheeled carriage approached, its wheels crunching on the ice with a clanging sound.
The carriage window opened, revealing a woman's face, vaguely identifiable as Princess Ziyue Murong Huiying of the Great Yan Kingdom.
"Ziyue... Yingying... Don't leave me, I'm cold..." Zhou Fugui's eyes lit up at the sight. He ran desperately after the carriage, shouting loudly. But no matter how Zhou Fugui called out, Murong Huiying could not hear him, and the carriage did not stop.
Zhou Fugui hugged himself tightly, trembling as he chased after the receding carriage... As he walked, Zhou Fugui seemed to find himself in a volcanic cluster. Dark red lava erupted amidst billowing black smoke, roaring sounds pressing outwards. Red-hot rocks were pushed high into the sky and then plummeted down, leaving countless fiery trails in the smoky expanse.
Above the lava, a raging fire burned, as if gone mad, darting everywhere with the wind, devouring everything indiscriminately. The scarlet flames were like a wild painter, using its brush to paint everything it touched black.
Hot, so hot. Zhou Fugui tore off his clothes, but still felt hot. Sweat poured from him, his eyes bloodshot.
"Zhou Lang!" A delicate figure suddenly appeared before Zhou Fugui. It was Princess Ziyue Murong Huiying of the Great Yan Kingdom. She was wearing a purplish-red dress, her hands clasped behind her back, gazing at Zhou Fugui with a sweet, smiling face as she called out softly.
"Yingying, why are you here?" Zhou Fugui's face lit up. He rushed to Murong Huiying's side, looking at her and asking in surprise.
"Zhou Lang, have you forgotten me?" Murong Huiying leaned into Zhou Fugui's arms, looking up and touching his increasingly thick beard as she asked tearfully.
"Yingying..." Zhou Fugui held Murong Huiying tightly, cupping her delicate face in his hands. After looking at her carefully, he said vaguely, "I have forgotten myself, but I can never forget you, Yingying. I missed you so much, do you know? For so long, all I've thought about, day and night, has been you..."
A rich scent of a woman emanated from Murong Huiying, making Zhou Fugui feel intensely hot and flushed, unable to control himself.
Ever since Zhou Fugui was exiled to the border of Lin Dong City, he had encountered many women, but he had never touched them. Even when Abi Yasi was thrown at him, Zhou Fugui had remained as virtuous as Liu Xiahui, sitting by the fire but not taking any action...
However, Zhou Fugui was also a man, a vigorous young man. Faced with such beauty, how could he not desire? It was just that he had been desperately restraining himself before, almost to the point of developing some ailment... Now, the woman he loved most was before him, and they had even been intimate. Thus, Zhou Fugui could no longer bear it and had no need to endure. His breathing grew heavy, like the snorts of an old ox, as he held Murong Huiying's soft, fragrant body tightly, utterly overcome.
Then, a miraculous scene unfolded. For some unknown reason, Murong Huiying's clothes vanished. Zhou Fugui did not hesitate, pushing Murong Huiying to the ground and engaging in wild abandon, experiencing utter delight!
...
On the clouds, below the clouds, Zhou Fugui suddenly transformed into the Monkey King Sun Wukong, somersaulting into the clouds. The wind whistled past, and he felt incredibly free; he was like a soaring eagle, patrolling the nine heavens, spotting prey, and diving from the clouds to chase it. However...
However, this time, Zhou Fugui could no longer fly to the clouds. He fell rapidly, his eyes wide open, watching the ground rapidly approach. He couldn't help but cry out, "Help!" and plunged headfirst to the ground.
"Ouch, be gentler, you're crushing me, you... you, you, you... What are you saving your life for?"
At this moment, Zhou Fugui finally awoke from his unconsciousness. The first thing that met his eyes was a beautiful, delicate face. With apricot cheeks and rosy blush, it looked at Zhou Fugui with a mixture of playfulness and affection.
And from the neck down, this beautiful face and body were pressed beneath Zhou Fugui.
The owner of this delicate face and body was naturally Lin Yue.
"What... what happened? I... what is this...?" Zhou Fugui was completely bewildered. Their eyes met, their noses touched, and he looked at Lin Yue, asking.
"Let go of me first, you're suffocating me." Lin Yue pushed Zhou Fugui's chest with her hands and said reproachfully.
"Oh, oh..." Hearing this, Zhou Fugui hastily performed a dramatic roll, flipping away. This move, however, did not end the matter. After flipping away, he rubbed his eyes forcefully and was instantly terrified beyond belief, as if struck by lightning and reborn, his soul scattered. In short, he was thoroughly scared.
Neither of them was wearing any clothes.
What had happened could then be imagined.
He must have defiled Lin Yue, Zhou Fugui thought to himself in shock.
In truth, sleeping with a Xiongnu woman was not a major issue. Ever since Zhou Fugui led his troops deep into the Xiongnu royal court, such opportunities had been plentiful. But who was Lin Yue? She was the Xiongnu prince's consort, a married woman. Zhou Fugui also had all sorts of complex and inexplicable relationships with Lin Yue, and various tangled matters had occurred between them. And he had slept with her just like that? This was completely contrary to Zhou Fugui's plans.
Would she, in her rage, have him and all his brothers beheaded? Would the Great Chanyu or a prince of the Xiongnu discover this and send troops to hunt them down relentlessly? How would he then return to the Great Yan Kingdom? At this moment, Zhou Fugui's mind was a chaotic mess.
Lin Yue picked up her tattered clothes, barely managing to cover her body. Turning her back to Zhou Fugui, she remained silent.
"It can't be real, can it?" They faced each other in silence for a long time. Then, Zhou Fugui suspected it was a dream, so he pinched himself hard, only to pull on the wound on his shoulder. He gritted his teeth in pain, and after a moment, he asked.
The wound was bandaged with herbs, and Zhou Fugui felt a refreshing coolness. It should be fine.
"Scoundrel, rogue, lecherous villain..." It was fine when Zhou Fugui was silent, but as soon as he spoke, Lin Yue became furious. She glared at Zhou Fugui and cursed for a long time before asking, "General Zhou, how is... your injury?"
Lin Yue had no intention of doing anything to Zhou Fugui. She only wanted to embrace him and keep him warm, to prevent him from freezing to death. But she never expected that once they were close, Zhou Fugui, in his unconscious state, would become like a wild beast. And Lin Yue was, after all, a woman. How could she match Zhou Fugui's strength? Once he entangled her, how could Lin Yue break free? Moreover, Lin Yue also...
Thus, Zhou Fugui tormented her for the entire night, as if he had never seen a woman before. He tormented Lin Yue to the point where her whole body ached and felt uncomfortable, and she had not recovered yet.
"My injuries are fine, haha, my injuries are fine." Hearing this, Zhou Fugui moved his arm and felt that no bones were injured, so he smiled awkwardly. "Your Highness, Princess Lin Yue, I... damn it, I don't know what happened. I offended Your Highness, please forgive me... Actually... let's pretend this never happened... How about it?"
It didn't matter if Zhou Fugui didn't apologize or beg for forgiveness. But by apologizing and begging for forgiveness, and then trying to brush it off and deny responsibility, it was as if he was trying to say he hadn't done anything. This only ignited Lin Yue's anger and sorrow.
"They bullied me, and you're bullying me too... I... *sob sob sob*..." In her anger and sorrow, Lin Yue actually burst into tears. This crying, however, reminded her of sad past events, and she could no longer stop.
"I... you..." Zhou Fugui wanted to comfort her but didn't know what to say. He stammered, unable to utter a single word for a long time.