Even emperors have it tough, so don't be too picky about the entries.

"You...how do you know Japanese...um..."

"Nonsense, if I don't want my children and grandchildren to have to learn foreign languages, then I should study more foreign languages ​​myself."

「きもちいい...」

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Half an hour later, a cold voice came from inside the room:

"Get away from me!"

Chen Shao gently stroked her smooth, alabaster back.

"The women of Northern Mang are indeed heartless. You have shown me what it means to be a saintly Buddha."

"But you seem to be saying one thing and meaning another."

Wu Xingyun shrank back, avoiding his hand.

Facing the wall, I wrapped myself up even tighter.

"Stop your nonsense, I'm here to kill you!"

"Chen Shao, you think you can conquer me this way? You're delusional! Don't even think about getting any information from me, and don't even think about me risking my life for you!"

Chen Shao wasn't annoyed. "Then let's settle our personal matters and talk about state affairs?"

"Why are you so determined to kill me? What good would it do you to kill me?"

Wu Xingyun turned around instantly and asked a question in return.

"Is there even a question? You are the ruler of the Great Yan Kingdom. If you die, the Great Yan Kingdom will immediately collapse."

She noticed that Chen Shao didn't answer, but kept staring at her chest.

Looking down, I realized I wasn't wearing any clothes.

He immediately turned around again, shouting, "Disgusting, shameless!"

"This girl is indeed quite shrewd."

Chen Shao sighed. So thin, yet possessing such imposing presence, it truly defies human biomechanics, yet it's actually embodied in one person.

Don't believe me? Look at Bai Bingbing, tall and thin, isn't she flat-chested?

Shen Qingci was naturally plump, which is why she had that figure.

"But if you think about it carefully, from the Xiongnu to the Xianbei, from the Jie to the Qiang, which of them wasn't invincible when they first entered the Central Plains, but after a few decades, they couldn't even ride a horse anymore."

"It's not that their legs have rusted, it's that people have changed. On the grasslands, everyone has a horse, and everyone knows how to shoot arrows, because if they don't shoot arrows, they'll starve."

"In the Central Plains, you don't need to do anything. Just scatter some seeds in the ground and crops will grow; cast a net in the river and you'll catch fish."

"If you move from a harsh, cold place to a bustling city, you will quickly be corrupted by a life of comfort."

"The Mongol cavalry that once swept across Eurasia under Genghis Khan was no match for the Red Turban Rebellion."

"Before long, your children and grandchildren probably won't even know how to ride a horse."

"Your own culture will be diluted very quickly until you are completely Sinicized, and even your entire nation will disappear from history."

"This is the silent taming of military violence by a higher-dimensional civilized order."

"You really think that just because your iron cavalry is powerful, you can run rampant and act tyrannically?"

"Even if I die, even if you conquer the Central Plains, you will eventually find yourselves in a predicament."

Chen Shao's profound reasoning was indeed very persuasive, but who cares?

The people of the grasslands crave conquest.

Wu Xingyun chuckled coldly:

"What predicament?"

"Who am I! You've even forgotten who you are!"

"Heh, just kill them. Even if you kill all the Han people, how can you assimilate them?"

"Kill? The Han people have a safety net. If you observe carefully, you'll find that our Chinese nation is practically a bloody, satisfying novel."

"This nation, whenever it falls into dire straits, will bounce back!"

"Nonsense! All this talk of Sinicization and civilized order is rubbish; only food and arrows are real!"

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to you anymore. I'll let you leave first thing tomorrow morning."

"One more time?"

"roll!"

Chen Shao turned his head away, the two of them facing outwards and inwards respectively.

Soon, Chen Shao's even breathing could be heard.

Wu Xingyun: ? ? ?

Can he really fall asleep?

Now was the chance to kill Chen Shao. Wu Xingyun gritted his teeth, but then looked disappointed.

They were already completely naked, even the poison under their fingernails had been removed, so what could they possibly use to kill them?

Next time, definitely next time.

She curled up again, preparing to go to sleep.

About half an hour.

Chen Shao suddenly felt a hot body leaning towards him.

Wu Xingyun said in a low voice:

"Your Majesty... let's discuss state affairs again..."

"Get lost! I'm not interested, I'm out of energy." Chen Shao refused expressionlessly.

"Your Majesty...stop...stop fooling around..."

Chen Shao ignored it.

Wu Xingyun awkwardly approached.

After a back-and-forth exchange, Chen Shao gave up the struggle.

......

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Wu Xingyun put on a light coat, stood by the window, and let the cool breeze blow on him.

After a night of passion, she felt a mix of emotions.

Why did things turn out this way?

That's fine then; she was going to use her beauty to seduce him anyway, so this kind of thing was inevitable.

The problem is... she actually felt... quite good.

Simply.

Something I've never experienced in my life.

Honestly, even if I had poison in my hands right now, would I still use it?

"Why."

If it had been half a month ago, and the Empress had asked her if she felt any remorse, Wu Xingyun would have scoffed.

What a joke! I, Wu, am devoid of emotion.

But fate is so strange.

Something that should have been impossible... she had already slept with someone else all night.

They were quite satisfied with how it rolled.

Chen Shao finished dressing and was about to stand up.

Suddenly, he instinctively grabbed the wall for support.

He thought to himself, "Is this woman made of iron?" He knew he had a "golden kidney" (meaning he had incredibly strong kidneys).

It took me a while to get used to it.

He straightened up again and regained his imperial demeanor.

As I approached the door, I glanced at the Northern Barbarian beauty standing by the window.

"Wu Xingyun, you may leave at any time. I did not finish my sentence yesterday."

"Now I'm telling you, there's absolutely no way your Northern Mang can conquer the Central Plains."

"Go back and tell Wu Xingyun that while I am here, I will ensure she never sets foot in the Central Plains again!"

"If she bows her head in submission and prostrates herself facing south, she may live."

"If she persists in her wrongdoing and provokes war, I will kill her!"

After saying that, Chen Shao pulled open the door.

A loud crash jolted Wu Xingyun out of his daze.

She looked at the door that had closed again, a bitter smile on her face.

"I...I..."

After that day, I suddenly realized that Chen Shao's words made a lot of sense.

Can the Northern Barbarians conquer the Great Yan?

Even if they could, could the Northern Barbarians withstand such a long battlefront?

The Great Yan can lose countless times, but the Northern Mang is finished after just one loss.

She pondered for a long time, and her bitter smile gradually faded, slowly replaced by a resolute expression.

"No, I must persuade the Empress! Cooperation will benefit both sides, while war will lead to our own destruction."

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Chen Shao went out the door and then leaned against the wall for support.

"This woman..."

Eunuch Wei quickly approached, his face filled with alarm.

"Your Majesty, were there assassins last night?"

"It was I who stabbed someone else. Don't pry into men's affairs. Go to court."

Eunuch Wei responded and bowed to lead the way, when he heard a curse coming from behind him.

"Come and help me up!"

Inside the main hall, civil and military officials were already lined up in formation.

Han Cao remained the head of the civil officials, while Yuwen Huagu, the head of the military officials, was absent.

Both father and son are now lying at home, their bodies wrapped in bandages.

One was burned by fire, and the other was struck by lightning.

We share the same plight.

It is said that he can already drink porridge by himself, but he still can't speak properly, and his mouth smokes when he opens it.

The entire court, filled with officials and scholars, fell silent, as if trembling with fear.

After the Battle of Panlong Ridge, His Majesty's prestige has reached a level that no one dares to criticize.