Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Gesar always considered himself a civilized man.

He was never like the Black Demon Luzan, who liked to turn his subjects into strange, hideous and disgusting monsters; nor was he like the White Tent King, who raised demons to oppress his subjects; nor was he like his uncle Chao Tong, who competed with him for the throne in the past, who believed in those primitive, hairy and horned beasts.

On the entire Wuliang Plateau, everyone knew that the Lion King Gesar was a unique and benevolent monarch. But now, Wen Jiao accused him of being arrogant, and Gesar felt wronged: "How could I be so?"

Wen Jiao pointed at Mesa and said, "If you have, why don't you listen to this girl and say that you and her are just a family matter? But from what I heard, this girl has clearly told you many times that she has severed the bond of marriage between you and her."

Gesar's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a moment he said, "Meisa was bewitched by Yu'ang. What she said just now was definitely not from her heart."

She obviously loves me so much, how could she ask to leave? It is obvious that she must have been corrupted by the wild man outside.

Wen Jiao glanced at Mesa, who had a cold expression, with sympathy in her eyes. Having lived with such a straight man who was totally incommunicative for so many years, having to deal with him and his jealous queen, and being snatched away every now and then, this girl was really unlucky.

Lips curled up, Wen Jiao looked at Gesar, whose face was full of "I should be the center of the world", and she became playful: "Lion King, do you dare to make a bet with me? If you win, I will not interfere with Miss Mesa's stay or departure. But if you lose, you need to make a promise."

Gesar was ready to fight her to the death, but he didn't expect that it would become a gamble. "What's the bet?"

"Shangxie, I want to know you, and live a long life without end. Even when the mountains are gone, the rivers are dry, the winter thunders, the summer snows, and the heaven and earth merge, then I dare to break up with you." Wen Jiao recited this ancient song from the Han Dynasty, her mind slightly distracted.

How could a woman who is so passionate and willing to spare no effort make such a vow for her beloved?

I wonder how much of such a huge love will be left in the end as we spend time together?

Her fingertips flipped over and just happened to catch a leaf that floated in front of her. As soon as Wen Jiao let go, the delicate pink leaf flew away with the wind: "Let's bet... on love."

In the palace of Lingguo, Zhumu was playing pebbles with Niqiong and Zhuoluo, two of Gesar's wives. The so-called "pebbles" were gems of different colors, polished to be round and smooth, with deep blue, deep green, and deep red, which made the well-maintained hands of the ladies look especially white and beautiful.

Gesar had no children and was not in the country, so the women in the palace could only find things to do to pass the long and boring time.

"King Gesar has given an order!" A voice exploded from the central square of the palace. Zhu Mu's hand holding the gem paused, and she recognized that it was the voice of Gesar's messenger.

"The king has been contemplating Buddhism recently, and his understanding has gradually deepened. He has discovered that there are many men without wives in the country, and the women in the palace have been lonely for a long time. In order to reconcile yin and yang, from now on, the princesses in the palace can decide whether to stay or leave. If they are willing to leave the palace, they can take all the property they have obtained before. After leaving the palace, they can choose a husband according to their wishes, and the king will marry them with the ceremony of a princess!"

"Crash!" The gem in Nickon's hand rolled onto the carpet.

Zhu Mu narrowed her eyes and looked at her.

Nijon's eyes dodged for a moment, and Zhuo Luo on the side couldn't help but lower his head and concentrate on studying the Buddha box on his chest.

The entire palace fell into an eerie silence.

"King Gesar has ordered..."

The herald walked around the palace and repeated the same order three times. Then he rushed out of the palace gate at lightning speed, turned to a deserted place, jumped into the clouds, and changed back to Gesar's appearance: "Goddess of Heaven, I have said every word you asked me to say."

Wen Jiao nodded and said with a smile: "Then just stand here and wait for the show to begin."

Gesar shrugged his shoulders and said in a relaxed tone: "What good drama can there be? The princesses will never be willing to leave me. I will definitely win this bet..."

He had only said half of his words when he heard cheers from below that echoed throughout the palace.

The harem is boiling!

"This, this, and the gilded incense burner over there, pack them all up and take them away." In each palace, the princesses who were the first to react had already instructed the female slaves to pack their luggage.

The female slaves were also overjoyed: "Congratulations, Princess, you finally don't have to endure the days here anymore."

The princess put one hand on her waist, her face full of joy: "If I wasn't forced to enter the palace by my family, who would be willing to be the princess of the king? The king is the most handsome and heroic man in the world, but what does this have to do with me? Everyone knows that he only has eyes for the Queen Mother Zhu Mu, and occasionally glances at Mesa. Mesa is so jealous of the Queen Mother that she is like this? She is being bullied all day long!"

He snorted and laughed, "Don't even mention Mesa. I'm not as good as her. In the eyes of the king, what's the difference between me and the decorations in the palace? Once I leave the palace, he and the queen can show their affection however they want. I don't want to just stand by and watch. It's annoying and annoying."

The slave girls looked at her with envy, as she was filled with joy after escaping death. "Princess, for the sake of our diligent service to you in the past..."

"Ok?"

"Can you take us with you?"

Most of the female slaves in the palace were beauties presented by various tribes, or girls of marriageable age from the royal families and nobles of the defeated countries. After entering the palace, the beauties were lonely, not free, and had to be used as slaves, which naturally made them very depressed.

Now that the serving princesses are all leaving the palace, what are they keeping for? Can they try their best to climb up the social ladder? Don't be ridiculous, everyone knows that the king only sees pearls and mothers. Rather than waiting for the higher-ups to think there are too many of them and randomly award them to some unknown noble to continue being slaves, it is better for them to follow the princess. After all, they have many years of friendship, and maybe they can live more freely.

The princess was stunned: "...I can't make the decision on this. Can I ask the Queen Mother?"

In Zhumu's bedroom, she looked at Niqiong, who turned away guiltily. Then she looked at Zhuo Luo, who was still playing with his Buddha box, as if he had discovered for the first time in his life that the pattern on it was so exquisite.

Zhu Mu threw down the gem in her hand, exhaled, and smiled: "Go ahead, do whatever you want."

The two concubines looked at each other, and saw the urgency and surprise that could not be concealed in each other's eyes. They took their leave in unison and walked out quickly.

Zhu Mu watched them leave, as if she saw them returning to their own palaces, packing their luggage, and then happily leaving the palace.

The sound of hurried footsteps interrupted her thoughts. Zhu Mu looked over and saw Princess Yuzhen Ram rushing in like a gust of wind. She asked with a smile, "Queen, there are a few slave girls in my palace who want to go out with me... Is that ok?"

Zhu Mu thought for a moment and said, "If you want to leave, then leave. You can also take away the rewards you have received over the years, just like you."

"The Queen Mother is wise!" Yuzhen Ram cheered and left like a gust of wind again.

Zhu Mu's eyes followed her as she left. She suddenly laughed, and her laughter grew louder and louder until she covered her face with her hands, and sobs leaked out from between her fingers.