The First Tyrant of Daxia

"I know nothing about the outside world. I only know that you, Daxia, are fighting fiercely with the seven western countries." Sekhmet said.

Qin Yun smiled and grabbed a jar of wine: "Isn't that just right? I thought you weren't the type who wanted to stay in one place and live a peaceful life."

"Of course not, but going to a strange place suddenly makes me a little daunted." Sekhmet looked at him with drunken eyes, "You should never feel this way in the middle of summer, right?"

Qin Yun was stunned for a moment, with a complicated look on his face. After a long while, he suddenly said quietly, "I never want to hear about the joys and sorrows of people."

It wasn't just Sekhmet who suddenly entered a completely new world, it was himself as well.

From a certain perspective, he actually understood Sekhmet's current feelings.

“But no matter how timid you are, you can’t stop. You can only keep moving forward. It’s just like our lives. No matter how reluctant we are or how many emotions we have, we can only move forward.”

Sekhmet stared at him blankly, his expression changing constantly, and he was somewhat surprised that Qin Yun seemed to share the same feeling.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Sekhmet suddenly turned around and said, "Your Majesty, I know a place with beautiful scenery. Do you want to go and see it together?"

After a while, Zhu Rong came back after dealing with Liu Wanshi who was already drunk as a ghost, and found that Qin Yun was missing.

He found a soldier to ask and learned that Sekhmet and Qin Yun had just left and no one knew where they went. He couldn't help but frowned.

A woman's sixth sense made her feel quite uneasy about the idea of ​​the two of them traveling alone.

Just as she was about to find Qin Yun, Mu Le came over again with an expressionless face.

"General Zhu, Liu Wanshi is drunk again."

Zhu Rong frowned slightly: "What does his drunken madness have to do with me?"

Mu Le did not explain anything, but took Zhu Rong to the tent where Liu Wanshi was accommodated. The strong smell of alcohol came out of the tent, along with Liu Wanshi's drunken words.

"She is Zhu Rong, isn't Zhu Rong just a tomboy... I am a great man, how can I be inferior to her!"

"Also, Mu, Mu Le, he has a stern face every day. Sooner or later, I will beat him. Then... I will ask him to wash my feet!"

Outside the tent, Zhu Rong and Mu Le looked at each other, and a tacit idea arose in their minds at the same time. They opened the tent curtain and rushed in at the same time.

"Who are you? How dare you hit me? Look, I'm ready to attack you. Ouch, don't hit me in the face!"

There were sounds of beatings coming from the tent, accompanied by Liu Wanshi's screams. The soldiers around him tacitly stayed away from the place and kept silent.

……

Just above the bonfire was a steep cliff.

Qin Yun and Sekhmet sat on the top of the cliff. They could look down at the soldiers drinking happily below, and look up at the endless sky.

The stars dotted the sky, like a deep blue curtain inlaid with gems.

Qin Yun ignored the danger and sat down on the edge of the cliff, with his legs hanging loosely outside, dangling.

"Your Majesty, aren't you afraid that I will feel pain and kill you?" Sekhmet sat down beside him, holding a jar of wine, and teased.

Qin Yun laughed: "If you kill me, then I really don't know people well."

Sekhmet curled his lips and said, "I am not the kind of ungrateful person, and not everyone is like Flo."

Speaking of Flo, Qin Yun couldn't help but sigh: "If he hadn't been bewitched, he would have had the opportunity to become a powerful official under Ptolemy."

He started from humble beginnings, received help from noble people, and was appreciated by Ptolemy IV. If it were anyone else, he would have become a powerful official who would be remembered throughout history.

Unfortunately, he now only has the fate of a rebel, and his future name in Ptolemy's history is unknown.

"Haha, that guy Flo, he can only blame his bad luck." Sekhmet raised his head and took a sip of wine, resting his chin lightly on his knees, and tilted his head to look at Qin Yun, "A person's destiny is actually often determined by the people he meets."

"What kind of people you meet will determine what kind of things will happen and what kind of results you will end up with. Just like if I hadn't fallen into the Hidden Dragon Pond with you, I wouldn't have killed that giant python."

"If I hadn't killed the giant python, I really wouldn't have survived this fall."

Qin Yun picked up the wine jar and took a sip, then said with a smile: "So, I not only saved your life, but also changed your life."

Sekhmet, who was of a proud character, unexpectedly did not refute, but just nodded slightly: "Yes... Your Majesty is a noble, but does the noble keep his word?"

"My words are golden, have I ever said anything false?" Qin Yun said firmly.

Sekhmet shook his head again and said, "I don't trust others. There is a saying in the tribe that even the most trusted ally will betray you."

Qin Yun frowned slightly: "Then what do you want me to do to make you believe me?"

The next moment, Sekhmet's action was beyond his expectations.

She stretched out her long and plump legs and sat directly on Qin Yun's legs, with half of her body hanging in the air. She only relied on her arms to hug Qin Yun's neck to stabilize her body.

"I only believe in my man."

There was a strange light in Sekhmet's beautiful eyes, perhaps because of the wine or some other emotion, but her face was as rosy as peach blossoms in spring.

The night breeze is cool, and the jade is soft and fragrant.

At this point, Qin Yun had nothing to say, everything happened naturally.

Perhaps, this was the most exciting experience he had ever had.

All the soldiers were unaware that right above their heads, His Majesty, the tall and majestic one, was enjoying the ultimate bliss on earth.

……

I don’t know how long it took, the remaining night melted away and the sun rose in the east.

The first rays of sunlight shone from the sky, bringing with them warmth, and landed on the top of the cliff.

Qin Yun slowly opened his eyes. After a brief moment of confusion, he looked at the smooth back beside him and raised his hand to stroke it gently.

"Hmm...is it dawn yet?"

Sekhmet, with sleepy eyes, let go of Qin Yun's long and plump legs, sat up on the edge of the cliff, stretched his arms and stretched.

The beautiful curves look so beautiful in the warm sunlight that make people linger in them.

Qin Yun said calmly: "When we return to Daxia, I will grant you the title of consort."

Sekhmet rolled his eyes at him and said, "I don't want to be a concubine. Remember what you promised me, to let me train a new Tibetan Tiger Army."

Having said that, he put on his clothes and walked down the mountain on his own.

Qin Yun sat on the edge of the cliff in a daze for a long while before he reacted belatedly.

I was slept with by someone, and now he doesn't recognize me even after putting on my pants?

When he returned to the foot of the mountain, the troops had already assembled.

Liu Wanshi's face turned green, and he kept mumbling, "Strange... Why do I feel like someone beat me up last night?"