Peninsula: I'm being supported by a top idol.

Chapter 154 Battle of Pyongyang

"Is the corn tasty?"

"Hmm~"

"Would you like to eat more?"

"Yes!"

Liu Zhimin let out a soft hum, her eyes, bathed in the warm yellow light, shimmering with untold tenderness.

Cui Shi'an pinched her nose, a slight smile curving his lips: "Not planning to go to the company tomorrow?"

"I'm not going~" She pressed her whole body against her boyfriend's, nestling her head against his chest, sniffing his scent as she softly whimpered, "I want to stay with you forever~"

Cui Shi'an knew, of course, that this was just her usual coquettish behavior after she was infatuated, and that she would probably urge him to leave as soon as she woke up tomorrow.

This woman, whenever she's in the mood, will do anything you ask.

"Isn't someone afraid of not being able to get up tomorrow? Go," Cui Shi'an gently patted her bottom, feeling the warm, soft touch in his palm, "go get the arrowheads, let's see if she dreams about anything tonight."

"Okay~" She obediently sat up, not forgetting to quickly and sweetly peck her boyfriend's lips, then like a light little...

The deer, barefoot, jumped off the bed and ran to the backpack lying next to the sofa, rummaging through it.

She quickly returned, holding the arrow.

This time, however, she did not return to her own half of the bed.

Instead, she climbed straight onto Cui Shi'an, adjusted to a comfortable position, and nestled in his arms, deliberately pressing her cheek against his chest like a clingy and lazy kitten.

Cui Shi'an blinked, amused by his girlfriend's sudden "all-around takeover," and casually brushed a stray strand of hair from her ear: "You're planning to sleep like this tonight?"

In this position, he was almost "suppressed" by her.

"Yes~" Liu Zhimin responded confidently, not only without getting up, but also raising her long, fair neck and actively seeking his lips, kissing him again.

This time, instead of a fleeting touch, she murmured softly, her voice tinged with tenderness and longing, her warm breath brushing against his lips:

I want you to hold me while I sleep —

As Cui Shi'an felt the warmth and softness of the delicate body in his arms, and heard her coquettish murmurs, his heart began to beat faster and faster uncontrollably, making sweet noises.

He smiled, and his strong arms wrapped tightly around her waist.

But in this moment when their breaths mingled, thoughts of the past vows, the lotus flower, and those other things suddenly flashed through his mind.

The entanglements and stances of past lives.

An urge to confirm or clarify something made him suddenly speak, his voice low as Liu Zhimin kissed him: "I want to tell you something."

"Huh? What?" Liu Zhimin raised his head slightly, his hazy eyes filled with a hint of confusion at being interrupted from their intimate moment.

But the next second, those soft, fragrant little mouths seemed to be drawn to him by a magnet, involuntarily moving closer and gently pecking at his lips, one after another.

The feeling was like wearing a soft, sweet lip ring, making one's heart itch and intoxicated.

Choi Si-an let her peck at him, hesitated for a moment, and carefully organized his words: "It's nothing special—I just wanted to remind you that you are now Yoo Ji-min, the captain of aespa, the radiant Karina on stage, loved by countless people."

"No matter what Princess Seokwonhae of Silla experienced or chose more than a thousand years ago, or what General Choi Yeon of Tang did or bore—those are stories from another time and space that have long since vanished into history."

He paused briefly, gazing into his girlfriend's gradually clearing eyes, and said earnestly, word by word, "Those things have nothing to do with Liu Zhimin and Cui Shi'an in this life, or anyone else, so don't let any shadows from your past life bind or influence you, okay?"

After hearing what he said, Liu Zhimin was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled softly, a hint of understanding and sweet reproach in his voice: "Why did you suddenly bring this up?"

She thought that Cui Shi'an brought this up suddenly because he was worried that she had only passively and unknowingly inherited the feelings that "Xi Yuanjie" had for "Cui Yuan" in her previous life.

The concern was that she might be confused about time and space, unable to distinguish whether the person she liked was a phantom from a past life or a living person in this life.

Thinking of this, Liu Zhimin felt both amused and speechless. She propped herself up slightly, staring intently into her boyfriend's eyes, her tone unusually serious: "Listen carefully, I, Liu Zhimin, like Cui Shi'an! The Cui Shi'an who makes me angry, makes me happy, protects me, is a little clumsy but very gentle! Not that General Cui Yuan from history! I like the person holding me right now, it has absolutely nothing to do with my past life! Alright?"

Cui Shi'an opened his mouth, wanting to say that wasn't what he actually meant; he was worried that if more memories were revealed in the future, it would put a psychological burden on her.

However, after hearing his girlfriend's candid words, he swallowed back all his explanations.

At this moment, any words seem superfluous.

The subtle thoughts that arose in her heart due to the entanglements of her past life melted away instantly in the face of this unreserved and fervent declaration.

All that remains is an overwhelming sense of gratitude and appreciation.

"Okay, I understand." He finally just nodded, his voice a little hoarse, and pulled her back into his arms, gently stroking the top of her head with his chin: "My Jimin—you're the best."

Satisfied with his affirmative response, Liu Zhimin relaxed, adjusted the fruit's position, and once again clung to him like a koala, nuzzling his cheek contentedly against his neck and whispering, "Saranghae~".

After whispering sweet nothings to each other for a while, the tired girl finally fell asleep on her.

To comply with her wishes, Cui Shi'an held her as before and casually stuffed the arrowheads under the pillow.

The girl in his arms had fallen into a deep sleep, her warm body nestled against him, trusting him completely.

Cui Shi'an yawned and reached out to turn off the dim nightlight beside his pillow.

In my drowsy state, I could hear my girlfriend's even, sweet breathing, as if it were right next to my ear, warm and real.

But gradually, the sound of breathing seemed to be stretched, amplified, and distorted by the dream—

It grew heavier and rougher, like some enormous beast struggling to breathe, each breath carrying a scorching airflow and the scent of dust.

Huffing and puffing—huffing and puffing—

No, that's not the sound of breathing.

Cui Shi'an suddenly realized—it was the snorting of his warhorse!

It was the steed from the west of the river that had accompanied him on his campaigns for many years, suppressing its excitement and restlessness, spewing out a scorching stream of air from its nostrils!

The heat and slight trembling emanating from the horse's body traveled through the cold armor to his thighs.

My vision suddenly cleared, only to be replaced by another magnificent scene.

He was reining in his horse on a small hillside, with lush green forest behind him and a relatively open hilly area in front of him.

Further away, the silhouette of a majestic city stands against the slightly gray autumn sky—this is Pyongyang, the capital of Goguryeo!

He wasn't the only one on the hillside at that moment.

A step behind him stood Wang Jian, the Chief Secretary of the Xiongjin Governor's Office, his face solemn and his beard and hair fluttering in the wind.

Standing alongside them was none other than King Kim Beop-min of Silla, and behind him several Silla generals in full armor, each with a different expression.

Beside Kim Beop-min stood Princess Seok Won-hae of Silla, dressed in light leather armor.

She rode a gentle white horse, her gaze complex as she looked into the distance, occasionally glancing quickly at him.

Below the hillside, in the dense forest, loomed tens of thousands of elite Silla infantrymen, like lurking beasts, silent yet exuding a chilling aura of predation.

Only the occasional glint of cold light reflecting off their weapons revealed their presence.

Cui Yuan himself was fully clad in gleaming armor, the plates of which gleamed with a cold, hard light in the dim daylight.

Behind the armor, in a specially made leather backpack, were six sharp, gleaming short spears, their tips seemingly flashing in the wind.

It emitted a barely audible hum.

He touched the ring-pommel sword hanging at his waist with one hand and supported the horse spear stuck in the ground beside him with the other, his eyes fixed intently on the battlefield ahead.

There, a final battle was taking place that would determine the fate of the peninsula—the Tang army's final blow against Goguryeo.

The sounds of battle cries, war drums, horns, the booming of hurled boulders, and thick smoke rising from the city walls—

Even though we were far apart, we could still feel the devastation and anxiety.

Tang army banners appeared and disappeared on various parts of the city wall, and the offensive was like a tidal wave.

However, the Goguryeo defenders were exceptionally tenacious, with arrows raining down from the city walls and logs and stones constantly falling, making the battle a stalemate.

Time slipped away bit by bit in silent observation.

On the Silla side, the atmosphere gradually became subtle and tense.

Several military generals glanced at their king and then at the two representatives of the Tang Kingdom, their lips moving as if they wanted to say something but hesitated.

Even Kim Fa-min himself lost his usual composure. Sometimes he stared intently at the distant battle, and other times he cast inquisitive, even slightly anxious, glances at Cui Yuan and Wang Jian, as if waiting or urging them on.

Finally, a Silla scout galloped in from the flank, dismounted, and knelt on one knee to report urgently: "Your Majesty! Scouts at the front have confirmed that the Tang army—has not yet breached the outer city! The Goguryeo defenders are putting up an extremely fierce resistance!"

Upon hearing this, the spirits of the Silla people lifted instantly!

Kim Beom-min's eyes gleamed, and he immediately turned to Wang Jian, his tone carrying just the right amount of "concern" and "initiative": "Chief Secretary Wang, it seems your army's offensive is stalled, the prolonged battle only increasing casualties! The Goguryeo people are like cornered beasts, fiercely determined. Perhaps—let my Silla soldiers give it a try? Our army has rested for several days, and morale is high. Perhaps we can find the enemy's weak point, launch a surprise attack, and break through the city in one fell swoop! This would also relieve some pressure on the Great Kingdom's army and end this battle sooner!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several Silla generals behind him, who were already eager to make a move, immediately echoed him, their eyes gleaming with desire to seize military merits and the wealth of the captured city.

One of the most impatient generals couldn't help but clasp his hands in a fist and ask Kim Beop-min for permission. After receiving tacit approval, he immediately turned around and ran down the hillside to reorganize his troops in the rear, looking ready to attack at any moment.

Cui Yuan frowned slightly. Jin Famin seemed to want to help, but in reality, he wanted to steal the credit. If they were credited for the fall of the city, it would eventually be a problem for the Tang Dynasty.

He then glanced at Wang Jian beside him.

The latter immediately understood and cleared his throat, saying, "Your Majesty is overthinking it. Duke Ying, Li Ji, is a brilliant strategist with profound foresight. Although the current battle situation seems to be at a stalemate, it is actually entirely under the control of our Great Tang."

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