Marrying a Disabled General and be His Wife

The kingdom was located in the northwest, and every January, the weather becomes freezing. Despite finding red charcoal, Baili Ronghua still suffered from the cold.

She wore a pearl-dotted scarf on her head and held a heater in her hand, while Li Deyu knelt at the bed’s edge, supporting her legs.

“Your Majesty,” Li Deyu glanced at Baili Ronghua, who closed her eyes in concentration, “There is news about Young Master Yan.”

Baili Ronghua opened her eyes instantly, and her murderous intent pierced through the chill: “Where is he?”

Li Deyu replied, “Someone saw him on the official road to Pingchuan.”

“Is he going to Pingchuan?” Baili Ronghua murmured, “But what is he doing there?”

Li Deyu explained, “It’s likely related to the cold disaster in Pingchuan. As the master of Ling-han Pavilion, he has to check on things.”

“Let him go,” Baili Ronghua rubbed the heater’s surface, making a harsh sound, “After a person dies, everything becomes inconsequential. Do it immediately. Go and kill him!”

Li Deyu flattered, “Don’t worry, my queen. I sent someone after receiving the news last night.”

Baili Ronghua lowered his eyes, looked at Li Deyu, then patted his face, saying, “Well done, thank you!”

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An official road.

Feng Chilie looked unhappily at the horse beneath him, running too slowly. He wished his horse, Frost, was here.

As he pondered, a wild horse rushed over, a white cloth tied around its neck, fluttering in the wind.

Feng Chilie examined it and saw that the white cloth matched Young Master Yan’s clothes, torn from his body. The horse’s appearance also resembled his own horse, Frost. Feng Chilie seized the opportunity, spun up, and jumped onto Zhaoye with a heavy step on the horse’s back.

The unfamiliar ride made Zhaoye uncomfortable, lifting its front hooves to throw off Feng Chilie. However, the man held the reins tightly, preventing Zhaoye from getting rid of him.

This horse was remarkably similar to his own, both in personality and appearance. It seemed like they grew up together. Although fierce, it was also spiritual and much smarter than normal horse.

Feng Chilie pulled the reins, turning Zhaoye around forcefully, “If you want to save your master, take me to find him! Hurry up!”

Hearing about its owner, Zhaoye, miraculously calmed down, the horse struggled again and ran back with Feng Chilie on its back.

Zhaoye ran faster and faster, leaving only a faint shadow on his long mane.

It was obvious that they had only run for less than a quarter of an hour, but it felt like a hundred years had passed.

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Finally, Feng Chilie saw that thin figure, with his back to him, his white riding clothes stained red with blood, both his and the assassin’s.

He put his hands on the ground, knelt on one knee, and his back rose and fell due to his heavy breathing. In front of him was a pile of corpses.

He had done it, single-handedly, dealing with those enemies.

An indescribable emotion surged into Feng Chilie’s heart.

If this person was really Tan Chuyan, he might be tempted to keep such a person by his side forever, holding him up like a jewel, and never letting him be stained with blood again.

Thinking about Tan Chuyan’s face, protected by nature, and not stained by blood and wind and frost.

Hopefully not.

Feng Chilie suddenly thought like this.

Although he wasn’t sure if Young Master Yan and Tan Chuyan were the same person. Seeing they were only a hundred meters away, Feng Chilie wanted to call him through the wind and snow.

But just when he opened his mouth, several figures suddenly sprang out from the dense forest, holding sharp bone-chopping knives. The one rushing towards the white figure was about to slash down with the knife.

The name Feng Chilie shouted suddenly became a loud word: “Get away!”

“Whoosh!”

Before he finished speaking, the spear came out of the wind. The bright silver tip passed through the frost and pierced the killer’s chest hard.

The killer’s chest was penetrated by the spear, and he was pushed out by the windy spear.

And this flight almost wiped Tan Chuyan’s face. The hook protruding from the spearhead caught the veil on Tan Chuyan’s face and took the small veil away with it.

The truth hidden in the dark was suddenly exposed to the sun.

Tan Chuyan looked at the spear for a moment and then slowly turned back. He looked at the man riding Zhaoye and rushing towards him and couldn’t help but give him a weak smile.

Laugh?!

What were you laughing at!

Feng Chilie glared at that face with a mix of anger and love, but he had no time to lecture him right now.

Holding onto the reins without any intention of slowing down, Feng Chilie rushed past Tan Chuyan. He hung from the horse and reached for the spear, shaking his arm to throw away the killer rushing behind him.

His heart was filled with violence, the source of which was Tan Chuyan.

Angry that he was disobedient, frustrated that he made decisions independently, and even more furious that he fought regardless of life and death.

“Pfft!”

Feng Chilie’s martial arts skills were honed on the battlefield and on the brink of death.

When he first established the Purity Sect, Feng Chilie had to handle every task himself. To quickly expand the Purity Sect, almost every mission he took was a desperate attempt, resulting in injuries each time he returned.

Therefore, these killers were no match for him. They were pressed down and beaten by Feng Chilie, but their numbers overwhelmed him. Feng Chilie still looked better than Tan Chuyan.

After breaking the last man’s chest, Feng Chilie fiercely pulled out the spear.

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Dismounting, he picked up the red cloak leaking from the sword and wrapped it tightly around Tan Chuyan. With a strong effort, he lifted Tan Chuyan onto the horse, then turned over and held him in his arms.

Holding the reins with one hand, Feng Chilie asked Zhaoye to walk forward along the official road, moving slowly this time, fearing that a quick movement might harm the dying man in his arms.

Looking down at Tan Chuyan, Feng Chilie gritted his teeth and looked away.

Laughing.

Still laughing.

Almost dead, and yet you dare to laugh!

Tan Chuyan sensed Feng Chilie’s anger and innocently asked, “Why are you here?”

“Shouldn’t I ask you that? Is it so difficult to stay well inside the General’s Mansion?” Feng Chilie glared at him and said, “Don’t act like a baby!”

Tan Chuyan was momentarily stunned, then innocently saying, “…I didn’t act like a baby.”

“I said yes,” Feng Chilie gritted his teeth, “Yes, yes!”

“Bah! I’ll show you what coquettishness means.” Tan Chuyan stood up slightly and brought his face to Feng Chilie’s lips, marked by red from the ear loops of the scarf. He raised his hand, hooked Feng Chilie’s neck, and whispered, “It hurts.”

The sound was extremely soft, like a feather scratching my heart.

Tan Chuyan didn’t maintain that posture for too long. After almost finishing his statement, he sat back down, closed his eyes, and said lazily, “Did you see it? This is called coquettishness.”

“Yes, I saw it,” Feng Chilie responded, gazing at the man in his arms who was as lazy as a cat. He called out Tan Chuyan’s name, “Tan Chuyan—”

“What?” Tan Chuyan opened half of his eyes to look at him.

Feng Chilie’s throat rolled, and a strong desire flashed in his eyes. His voice tightened, and he openly revealed his fantasies, “——Kiss me.”

“Ah?”

Tan Chuyan opened his mouth, looking at him in disbelief.

Before his lips could close, Feng Chilie possessed him and kissed him fiercely, their lips entangled.

Feng Chilie’s movements were both fierce and gentle, like a wolf, and his breath permeated gradually, spreading from his pores to his limbs.

Tan Chuyan admitted that he didn’t dislike kissing Feng Chilie; on the contrary, he liked it a little. He raised his arms, putting them around Feng Chilie’s neck, taking the initiative to move closer to his chest.

Two hearts vibrated together through bones and flesh, and blood and soul blended in a kiss.

After a long time, Feng Chilie finally let go of him with satisfaction but still used his fingers to rub the red lips from the kiss.

Tan Chuyan’s eyes were naturally affectionate. He retracted his arm and whispered in Feng Chilie’s ear, “General, you – you have something hard.”

Feng Chilie raised his eyebrows, “Then can you help me?”

Tan Chuyan recoiled, came back, leaned into his arms, and murmured, “I don’t want it. Find a post station to bandage my wound. It hurts so much.”

“Okay.”