Kill the enemy and get a wife? I'll single-handedly slaughter my way through the Northern Barba

On the day of the battle between Lin Feng and Zheng Yan, Zheng Yan swallowed a pill when he was exhausted.

The elixir was originally contained in a brocade pouch, and the flowers embroidered on the pouch were almost identical to the mark on Du Banruo's collarbone.

Why does Prajna have this kind of tattoo?

Lin Feng muttered to himself, his thoughts drifting back to the night he saved Du Banruo.

Hou San lay in ambush at her house, intending to commit a crime, but fortunately he arrived in time.

At that time, Du Banruo's clothes were torn, revealing her smooth and fair collarbone.

"At that time, she clearly didn't have a tattoo on her collarbone."

Lin Feng thought about it carefully and became more and more certain.

"That's really strange... Could it be that the tattoo only appeared after Prajna lost her virginity?"

Lin Feng's doubts remained unresolved, and his fingertips gently traced Du Banruo's delicate collarbone.

"Um……"

Du Banruo unconsciously moved her head and rubbed her cheek against Lin Feng's chest.

Lin Feng's heart softened, and he patted her little head affectionately.

"I have never seen such a flower in the Great Qian Dynasty, and I'm afraid there is no flower in the world that looks so much like a yin-yang fish."

"Judging from this, this mark must be extremely rare. Could it be the exclusive mark of the Northern Barbarian Xuanji Palace?"

"Could it be that Prajna is a Northern Barbarian? Or does she have some connection with the Northern Barbarian Xuanji Palace?"

The more Lin Feng thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

That old monster, the Northern Barbarian National Preceptor, is cunning and scheming; we must make sure he doesn't get involved with Du Banruo.

After thinking it over, Lin Feng quietly got up and lit a candle.

By the dim candlelight, he quietly began to trace the flower-shaped tattoo on Du Banruo's collarbone on a piece of paper.

Although he didn't know what the pattern meant, Li Ping'an, Lü Zheng, and the others were knowledgeable.

If all else fails, he will go to Liu Ruyan and Prince Li Ji of Zhou.

For Prajna's safety, he must find out the origin of this symbol.

Fifteen minutes later, the copying was finished.

Lin Feng carefully put the paper away, blew out the candle, and quietly lay back down on the bed.

He gazed at the tattoo on Du Banruo's collarbone, leaned down and gently kissed it, whispering, "Whether you are a northern barbarian or a Han Chinese, Brother Lin will definitely protect you!"

……

"call--"

A long breath spread through the empty bedroom.

The moonlight, like water, poured onto the white jade-carved curtain, casting soft shadows.

Deep within the layers of curtains, a bed stands out, carved from a single piece of Hetian jade.

The bed is flawless, with a warm and lustrous sheen.

The couch is carved with a relief of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix, the craftsmanship is exquisite and lifelike.

This jade couch alone is priceless.

But at this moment, on this priceless jade bed, lies a "jade woman".

She lay on her side, her black hair, like the finest silk, spread out on the jade couch.

The contrast between black and white is particularly striking under the moonlight.

She was only covered by a light white veil, as thin as a cicada's wing.

The outline of a pure white bodice could be vaguely seen beneath the gauze, revealing a voluptuous and captivating figure.

Suddenly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

In an instant, the moonlight inside the hall seemed to lose its luster.

What kind of eyes were those?

At first glance, it is as clear as a baby's, as if it has never been touched by the dust of the world.

But if you look at it a little longer, you will realize that beneath the clarity lies endless depth, as if it can reflect the past of three lifetimes.

She slowly sat up, the light gauze slipped down, revealing half of her arm, which was as white as lotus root.

Her skin was whiter than a jade couch and colder than moonlight; she seemed to be a beauty sculpted from mutton-fat jade.

"well……"

She sighed softly and reached out to part the curtains beside the bed.

The delicate embroidery on the pure white bodice was faintly visible in the moonlight, highlighting the graceful curve of her collarbone, making her look almost unreal.

She rose lazily, her black hair cascading down, some strands clinging to her cheeks, others falling across her chest.

In the interplay of black and white, that face made even the stars in the sky lose their luster.

Her eyebrows were naturally dark green without being painted, and her lips were naturally red without being touched up. Her face, without the slightest touch of makeup, exuded an eerie beauty that was both pure and striking.

It is like the ethereal sound of a bell in an ancient temple deep in the mountains, or like the bright moon hanging alone in the sky. It is so beautiful that it is unreal, which gives rise to such a bewitching and eerie feeling.

Such beauty would make any man in the world fall in love and willingly become his devoted subject.

"Master, you're awake? Did you have that dream again?"

A slender figure in red walked in from outside the hall, carrying a bowl of hot soup in her hands.

The woman, as beautiful as jade, raised her hand, her slender fingers lightly touching her brow, and whispered, "I dreamt. I dreamt that the demonic dragon was right before my eyes, within reach..."

The woman in red served the soup; her features were exquisite, and she was a beauty that came from a thousand times over.

It's a pity there's a short scar between her eyebrows; although she tries to cover it with floral decorations, it's still somewhat visible.

"Master's dreams are the most accurate. If you dream of a demonic dragon, you will surely find that place soon."

The woman gently blew on the soup bowl and sighed softly, "I've searched for ten years without finding it, how could it suddenly appear..."

She took a small sip of the soup, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly.

The woman in red was taken aback upon seeing this, and quickly said, "Master, is the soup too hot? Hongxiu has already blew on it."

The ethereal woman parted her lips slightly and uttered only one word: "Bitter."

Hongxiu suppressed a smile, a slight upturn at the corners of her lips: "Would this servant go and fetch some candied fruit for Master?"

The woman nodded slightly, walked barefoot off the jade bed, went to the window and opened it. A gust of autumn wind, carrying a chill, rushed in.

About five hundred paces outside the window stood a peculiar statue.

It was a flower, a flower with only black and white colors.

The flower's center is not in its usual scattered form; instead, it consists of two parts, resembling a three-dimensional yin-yang symbol.

The left stamen, with its yin within yang, is entirely white and warm to the touch, clearly made of fine jade, and occupies the left half of the flower's core in a comma shape.

A perfectly round, jet-black, glossy bead is embedded in the pure white background, resembling the dark eye of a white fish at first glance, deep and striking.

The right stamen contains yang within yin, which is exactly the opposite of the left stamen.

The petals on the outer edge of the flower's center are even more peculiar, arranged in three layers in a whorl shape, with black and white colors that are distinctly different and interspersed, creating a strange visual contrast.

It's so captivating that you can't take your eyes off it once you see it.

"Owner."

Hongxiu approached with a small plate of candied fruit and said respectfully, "His Majesty just sent the chief eunuch to personally inform you of the appointment with you the day after tomorrow. Please do not forget it."

The bitter taste of the hot soup still lingered in her throat. Without uttering a sound, the woman drank the soup in the bowl in one gulp and casually picked up a candied fruit.

"His Majesty must be facing another trouble."

"The war at the front is going badly, yet His Majesty wants to negotiate peace with the Great Qian."

Hongxiu looked indignant and softly spoke up for the woman.

"His Majesty listens to the opinions of the civil and military officials in the court and does not allow the master to interfere in the southern expedition."

"Especially that Boyan Mengke, who has always been disrespectful to his master."

"Now that he has suffered a defeat, His Majesty has instead turned his attention to his master."

"In my humble opinion, Bayan Mengke is more like His Majesty's Imperial Advisor!"

Most people in the world would never have imagined that the Grand Preceptor of the Northern Barbarian Kingdom, who was second only to the emperor and above all others, was such a beautiful woman, as if she had been banished to heaven.

Upon hearing this, the woman put a piece of candied fruit in her mouth and said calmly, "It doesn't matter. As long as we can destroy the Great Qian Dynasty, what do the rumors in the court matter?"

"What I'm looking for might be in the capital of the Great Qian Dynasty."

She gazed out the window, her eyes seemingly piercing through mountains and rivers, landing directly on the distant capital of the Great Qian Dynasty...