Husband, Let Me Touch Your Abs - Chapter 164
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Shangjing is the capitalExtra Chapter 14: Zhao Jingshu X Xue Ning (End)
Year Five of Wuhe, Autumn.
The war that had lasted for five years finally approached its end after the Shenji Battalion developed the repeating crossbow.
Perhaps the Turks also realized that invading was hopeless. The last few battles were fiercely fought, as if every Turkish soldier was staking their life on the fight.
Zhao Jingshu couldn’t understand their obsession—why were they so determined to march south and seize another people’s land?
Since they refused to live in peace, then they should all die!
The autumn wind howled, sweeping up fallen leaves. Now a Youji General, Zhao Jingshu led five thousand cavalry to flank the Turkic riders.
He leaned close to his horse’s back, his body taut like a drawn bow, trembling slightly with excitement. If he could take the head of Yelü Hongda, the Khitan general, then the Turks would be utterly defeated!
As the war drums sounded, Zhao Jingshu shot out like an arrow from a bow. The cavalry followed closely behind. These were elite soldiers among elites, each having survived dozens or even hundreds of battles. They had both superior combat skills and powerful physiques, fully capable of facing the Turkic cavalry head-on!
The Turks specialized in cavalry charges, but the plains here offered no slopes for them to charge from. Pushed back step by step by the Shenji Battalion, with the cavalry blocking their retreat, their only escape route was a narrow passage at the rear—where 30,000 troops lay in ambush, waiting to trap them like turtles in a jar.
Defeat was inevitable. Yelü Hongda’s face darkened with despair. As early as the third year, when they had failed to break through Yanmen Pass, he had advised the Khan to retreat.
In terms of national strength, the Turks could never compete with Wu. In terms of population, Wu had twenty million people, while the Turks had only three million.
But the Khan refused to listen. He believed the people of the Central Plains were weak and easily conquered, utterly underestimating them—only to be dragged into this prolonged war.
Now, all the men of the tribes were dead, and even the young boys and women were being forced onto the battlefield. But these people were not meant for war—many didn’t even get a chance to face the enemy before being cut down by the repeating crossbows.
“Kill!”
Zhao Jingshu spurred his horse, charging forward like a meteor streaking across the sky. He killed one enemy every ten steps, leaving no survivors even across a thousand miles! (1) In the blink of an eye, he had already reached Yelü Hongda’s vicinity.
For the first time, Yelü Hongda felt fear.
No matter how many they killed, these Central Plains soldiers never stopped coming. Like wild grass on the steppe, as long as there was a little wind and rain, they would grow back, stronger than ever.
Panting heavily, he gripped his curved blade tightly and clenched his teeth, shouting, “For the Khan! For the Eternal Sky! Fight to the last!”
Zhao Jingshu wielded his long spear, knocking aside the Turkic soldiers blocking his way, charging straight for Yelü Hongda.
The general locked eyes with him like a wild beast, growling in a language Zhao Jingshu couldn’t understand as he turned his horse and charged directly at him!
Their weapons clashed, sparks flying. The force of impact made Zhao Jingshu’s hands go numb, but he quickly switched hands and attacked again.
Yelü Hongda hadn’t expected his opponent to withstand his full-force strike. He stared in disbelief. He had encountered this young general before—this man had cost them many defeats. But he hadn’t expected him to be leading the vanguard this time.
This time, Zhao Jingshu struck with all his strength. Yelü Hongda’s blade almost flew from his hands, his palm splitting open from the force.
His heart pounded like a war drum—this young warrior was too powerful. He couldn’t fight him head-on. He had to think of another way…
“Hey, Central Plains boy, what’s your name?”
“Call me Grandfather!” Zhao Jingshu saw through his stalling tactic and refused to engage in idle talk. He lunged forward, his spear swirling in a deadly arc, nearly piercing Yelü Hongda’s throat.
The general was forced to retreat, but he kept trying to provoke him. “I don’t kill nameless soldiers! Tell me your name, and let’s have a fair duel!”
“Duel my ass!” Zhao Jingshu didn’t fall for the trick. He fought fiercely while still knocking aside two sneaky Turks who had tried to ambush him.
Yelü Hongda kept retreating. His breath was ragged, sweat soaking through his armor. This young warrior was relentless, giving him no chance at all.
As the Turks crumbled around them, the battlefield emptied. For the first time, Yelü Hongda felt the urge to flee.
This was his first time truly understanding the meaning of a Central Plains saying—”the younger generation will surpass us”.
Zhao Jingshu’s spear slipped through his guard, stabbing his horse in the flank. The horse shrieked in pain, rearing up wildly, nearly throwing him off.
He had to calm his mount. With bloodshot eyes, he swung his saber one last time.
The heavy blade, weighing 70-80 pounds, roared through the air. Zhao Jingshu blocked it head-on.
Both weapons flew from their hands.
Yelü Hongda panicked—he was terrible at close combat, and his leg injury made it impossible for him to fight on foot for long.
He turned his horse to flee, but Zhao Jingshu was faster. He pulled out a small repeating crossbow and shot the horse in the leg.
The wounded horse stumbled, throwing Yelü Hongda to the ground.
Zhao Jingshu leapt down from his horse, tackling him. With youth and strength on his side, he rained down punches, beating Yelü Hongda senseless.
One final heavy punch knocked the general to the ground. He spat blood and muttered, “This… this is Xue family’s martial arts… Are you Xue Bing’s grandson?”
Zhao Jingshu placed a foot on his stomach. “I’m his grandson’s husband.”
“Pu—” Yelü Hongda coughed up more blood, eyes wide with confusion. He couldn’t understand what that meant.
As Zhao Jingshu drew his dagger to take his head, the general activated a hidden mechanism, launching a poisoned dart toward his throat.
“Swish! Clang!”
The dart bounced off metal and flew away.
Yelü Hongda’s eyes widened in shock—who wears armor around their neck?!
Zhao Jingshu beheaded him, murmuring, “My husband is petty. He didn’t want anyone to see my birthmark, so he made me a custom armor with a neck guard.”
The news of Wu’s victory spread like a spring breeze, reaching Shangjing.
Zhao Jingshu’s killing of Yelü Hongda earned him first-class merit. Xue Ning’s development of the repeating crossbow was also awarded first-class merit.
On New Year’s Eve, Lu Yao and Zhao Beichuan left the imperial palace. The emperor had personally praised them and rewarded them with treasures. But what made them happiest was hearing that their son was coming home.
Outside the palace gates, Lu Yao wept with joy. “That brat… he really made something of himself.”
Zhao Beichuan’s nose tingled with emotion. “It must have been hard for him these past five years.”
Their son, once an ignorant boy, had now grown into a fearsome general. They were proud, yet heartbroken.
Back home, their family was busy preparing for New Year’s Eve, eagerly awaiting Zhao Jingshu’s return.
He would be home by the fifteenth of the first lunar month.
And that… was the best news of all.
Zhao Beidou said, “Isn’t it time to prepare the wedding arrangements for these two children?”
“I think so too. Over the past few years, Madam Xue’s health has been deteriorating, and my mother doesn’t have the energy she used to. While the elders are still around, we should quickly finalize the wedding arrangements for the two children.”
Lu Yao paused for a moment before continuing, “After the New Year, I’ll visit the Marquis’s residence to discuss this with the old madam. Don’t be in a hurry to leave this year—wait until we finish arranging Quanbao’s wedding before you go.”
“Hmm!”
On the third day of the New Year, the old Marquis from next door came over. He had also received news on the thirtieth that his grandson would soon return and came specifically to discuss the wedding of the two children.
The two families had been neighbors for many years and knew each other well. The children had already expressed their mutual feelings long ago, so the wedding was naturally settled without any obstacles.
A fortune-teller was consulted, and the wedding date was set for the twenty-sixth of February.
*
The sound of heavy breathing filled the carriage. Zhao Jingshu lay inside, his body rocking from the jolting motion. He lifted his head, sweat trailing down his temples, his muscles forming beautiful curves.
Xue Ning gripped his slender waist tightly with astonishing strength, the rhythmic slapping sounds echoing sharply.
Wang Erhu, the driver up front, blushed furiously at the noises. These two generals truly had endless stamina—they had been at it the entire journey without feeling tired.
At first, he had thought they were mere close friends, which had almost scared him to death. He had met them both back in the cook’s unit—Zhao Jingshu was the one who had taught him how to boil cabbage properly. Seeing them always together, he assumed they simply had a deep bond. He never expected them to be that kind of relationship.
Later, when he accidentally caught a glimpse of the birthmark on Zhao Jingshu’s collarbone, he realized—Zhao Jingshu was actually a ger…
This revelation was even more shocking than the idea of them being lovers.
This was Zhao Jingshu—the unstoppable force of the battlefield! And he was a ger!
But thinking about it, only General Xue could be a match for Zhao Jingshu. Any ordinary man probably wouldn’t survive even a single slap from him.
After a long while, the sounds in the carriage finally quieted. Zhao Jingshu lifted a foot and kicked Xue Ning aside, wiping himself clean with a cloth. “Next time, not in the carriage—it makes my head hurt from all the shaking.”
Xue Ning quickly leaned over to massage his head. “In three days, we’ll reach the capital. The family is probably already preparing for our wedding.”
“So soon?”
“How could it not be? After the New Year, I’ll already be twenty-two. When my father was my age, I was already running around everywhere.”
“My mother had me when he was twenty-nine.”
Xue Ning caressed his lower abdomen and asked, “When do you plan on giving me a child?”
Zhao Jingshu raised an eyebrow. “That depends on your own abilities.”
With that remark, Xue Ning was fired up again.
This time, Zhao Jingshu took the lead, pressing him down and rocking his hips. Outside, Wang Erhu covered his ears and mumbled, “Good heavens, at it again!”
*
The biggest news in the capital recently was the emperor bestowing marriage upon Generals Zhao and Xue.
At a teahouse, many people were engaged in discussion. “The imperial family does not favor male-male relationships, so why would His Majesty grant them marriage?”
“You must be uninformed. General Zhao is a ger, not a man.”
“What?! But… but didn’t he personally kill the Turkic general Yelü?”
“Indeed, and who says gers can’t fight on the battlefield?”
“But how could a ger have such strength?”
A man dressed in a fine silk robe, fanning himself leisurely, replied, “You all may not know this, but General Zhao is no ordinary ger. It’s said that he is tall and powerful, able to lift a stone at the age of three, carry a cauldron at six, and by ten, he had few equals in combat.”
“So that’s how it is! But… then his appearance must be… not very pleasing, right?”
“Not everyone can be perfect. General Zhao is a hero—whether he looks like a night demon or not, there are plenty who would marry him.”
At that very moment, the so-called “night demon” was standing nearby, dressed in a cyan robe, adorned with a jade hairpin. He was tall and elegant, his bright eyes and pearly white teeth forming an arresting sight—so much so that even Xue Ning was staring dazedly.
Today, Xue Ning had come to present the betrothal gifts. Since the wedding date was rather rushed, the preparations were straightforward but grand—the old Marquis had simply brought out three thousand taels of gold.
While the elders sat discussing the wedding arrangements, Xue Ning secretly inched closer to Zhao Jingshu and whispered, “Baobao, you look so beautiful today.”
Zhao Jingshu glanced at him, lifted an arm to drape over his shoulder, and exhaled softly by his ear. “Do you like it?”
“I… I like it.”
“Wait for me tonight at our usual place.”
Xue Ning, unable to control himself, clutched his robe and hurriedly ran outside, making Zhao Jingshu laugh so hard he nearly fell over.
The adults turned to look at the two young men and smiled warmly.
The spring light shone brilliantly—it was the perfect time. (The End)
*
[Author’s Note]
Note ①: Reference to “The Song of the Swordsman” by Li Bai
The next part will feature the modern AU storyline of Lu Yao and Zhao Beichuan, approximately ten chapters long. If you’re interested, stay tuned!
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