The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with Conquering Huang Rong

Yang Guo was stunned. This woman was so understanding and carefree, which made it seem as if Yang Guo was infatuated with love.

However, he does indeed have more and more romantic entanglements.

This young lady surnamed Zhao clearly has her own aspirations, but also many inconveniences, otherwise she wouldn't have disguised herself as a man. Moreover, her skills of shrinking bones and changing her voice are probably not something ordinary people possess.

She was unwilling to speak, and Yang Guo had no choice but to take her hand, unable to bear parting with her.

Zhao Xichen did not dodge.

She was born into a life of comfort and ease, but she lacked the freedom of a normal person, let alone love and affection. She never expected to fall for Yang Guo today.

Perhaps it was the calming aura emanating from this young man that soothed her heart.

Not satisfied with this, Yang Guo pulled her into his arms.

The woman nestled quietly in his arms and asked, "Young master, if the world soon becomes even more chaotic, with frequent wars and people displaced, what do you think Chen'er should do?"

Yang Guo didn't know if she was asking him or herself.

What to do!

The fall of the Jin dynasty was imminent, and within a year of its demise, the Mongol-Song war broke out, lasting for decades until the Mongols adopted the Yuan dynasty and ruled the Central Plains.

Yang Guo could only say, "To repel external threats, we must first secure internal stability. An alliance with the Jin is no longer realistic, but we still have neighboring countries like Dali and Tibet. You understand the principle of mutual dependence."

The woman remained silent in his arms.

Yang Guo knew that this woman's identity must be extraordinary. Since she was unwilling to talk about it, Yang Guo did not ask. He stroked her hair and continued, "For the Mongol Empire, our dynasty is a tough nut to crack. They will devour the Song Dynasty's surrounding areas little by little, and only when the Song Dynasty is left will they launch a southward attack."

"Domestically, there is a lack of consensus between those who advocate war and those who advocate peace, and there are quite a few who have betrayed their country and turned to the enemy."

As Yang Guo spoke, he looked down at the woman's expression. She looked downcast and didn't want to upset her.

He raised his palm and touched her little face.

The woman blushed at his intimate gesture and couldn't help but grab his hand; his hand was strong and made her feel safe.

"Chen'er, sometimes only a brave man cutting his own wrist can slow down or even eliminate the poison."

The woman remained silent.

Yang Guo encouraged him, "What Chen'er said before was also right. The alliance with the Mongols to destroy the Jin is indeed a good move."

As expected, these words made the woman raise her head, but her cheeks were puffed out, revealing her girlish demeanor.

Zhao Xichen was a little angry. This person's words were different from before. He clearly disagreed with her before, but now that she was in his arms, he had a different answer.

Zhao Xichen's daughterly feelings, which she hadn't had for many years, were stirred up again by him, and she couldn't help but pinch the soft flesh on his waist.

Yang Guo grabbed her small hand and kissed it.

The woman couldn't bear such intimacy, but she also wanted to hear what he had to say. She looked up at Yang Guo's eyes, blinking, and muttered, "If you can't give me a straight answer, I won't let you off the hook."

Yang Guo saw her adorable appearance and her pouting little mouth, and gently kissed her.

The woman was so frightened that she instantly turned into an ostrich, burying her face in his arms.

Yang Guo laughed heartily. This woman clearly seemed to have everything under control and was in complete control, but once they became so intimate, she completely lost her aloofness, making him want to tease her and see how she would respond.

Zhao Xichen naturally had no idea what Yang Guo was thinking; she was still waiting for his answer.

Yang Guo stopped teasing her and continued, "The current court does indeed need this victory to tell everyone that this place belongs to us."

"We just need to be wary of the trouble that may follow this victory."

The woman looked up, suppressing her embarrassment, and asked, "A Mongolian counterattack?"

Yang Guo nodded, and couldn't help but scratch her small, delicate nose: "Chen'er is so smart."

Zhao Xichen seemed to have gotten used to his intimate gestures, but she couldn't help but smile.

With her smile, Yang Guo's heart was stolen.

"The pent-up hatred can be released in that moment, and may even escalate. But this is not something that can be suppressed by manpower alone; it requires decision-makers to know what to do next. We must not give the Mongols any excuse."

Zhao Xichen asked, puzzled, "An excuse?"

"Indeed, sometimes righteousness is very useful, and it is also the most effective way to unite the people and strengthen the nation. I know that many people are eager to reclaim the lost territories, but this desire must be suppressed first. As long as Mongolia has no excuse to defy the world and start a war first, our country, which already has the advantage of destroying the Jin, will be able to stop Mongolia's momentum if it suffers further humiliation. Then we can first establish alliances with the surrounding countries, and perhaps we can fight Mongolia."

"Then you need to have a say in all of this." Yang Guo quietly looked at the woman in his arms.

The woman didn't speak, and it was unclear what she was thinking.

Yang Guo said nothing more and then checked her physical condition. It seemed that the poison had been cleared.

"Chen'er, shouldn't we leave? Although there's no one here, it's clean. I'm afraid someone comes to clean it regularly."

Zhao Xichen heard that the man intended to leave, but she felt reluctant to part with him. Just as she had said before, she didn't know when they would meet again after this separation, so she couldn't help but lift her head from his embrace.

Yang Guo was helpless; there was nothing here, not a snake, nor an eagle.

This thatched hut was spotless, yet its walls were bare.

It's just that we went too deep into the mountains.

"I...I don't want to leave yet," the woman finally managed to say.

Yang Guo looked at her slightly flushed face, and her eyes were already brimming with tears.

This girl doesn't not want to leave; she just doesn't want to leave now.

"Chen'er, I just checked, and I'm afraid the residual toxins haven't been cleared yet. May I help you cleanse the toxins again?"

The woman's face turned as red as if it were dripping blood, and a barely perceptible "hmm" reached Yang Guo's ears without his noticing.

Yang Guo kissed her red lips.

This was the first time Zhao Xichen had acted like this while fully conscious. After all, there was a reason to say it was for detoxification, but this time it was a clash of minds.

Where was her former naivety and purity? All that remained was her infatuation with this man.

I don't know how much time passed, but the sky darkened.

Two figures darted through the woods, the woman still uncomfortably clinging to him, utterly embarrassed.

I had no self-control just now, and now I'm suffering.

Yang Guo was also helpless; this woman was anything but gentle and weak, and she had to control everything.

However, Yang Guo didn't have much of a male chauvinism about this.

"Yang Lang, you must not forget me."

"it is good."

"Young Master Yang, how does that woman compare to me?"

Yang Guo was so startled that he stumbled. Was this woman jealous?

Yang Guo quickly changed the subject: "Chen'er, who are you here to see?"

Zhao Xichen didn't pursue the previous topic. It was just that the man's skill had made her jealous of the woman, so she asked the question without thinking.

"I'm looking for a senior. I found his notes in my family's library. I know that he may have gone into seclusion in Xiangyang City. I searched all over before I found this place. I think the marks on that stone were left by him."

"Who is that?"

"He is a lone wolf..."

Just then, a cry of an eagle came from the direction of the thatched hut the two had left.