When Zhong Wen woke up, the first ray of sunlight in the morning had not yet shone through the window.
However, when he opened his eyes, he found that the beauty in his arms was staring at him with a pair of watery eyes, with a bit of joy, a bit of tenderness, and a trace of guilt in her eyes.
"Sister, you woke up so early." Zhong Wen smiled tenderly at Thirteenth Niang.
"Children who grew up in the mountains don't have the habit of getting up late." Thirteenth Niang gently turned over in Zhong Wen's arms and pressed her fair face against his broad chest. "When my sister was in Liangshan, she would do it every day.
I got up before midnight."
A strand of hair floated on Zhong Wen's face, tickling him. He couldn't help but stretched out his right hand, gently brushed away Thirteen Niang's slightly messy hair, and carefully admired the face that seemed to have been carefully crafted.
A perfect face.
"Sister, you are so beautiful." The two looked at each other lovingly for a long time, and Zhong Wen couldn't help but admire her heartily.
Thirteenth Niang's jade fingers like bamboo shoots caressed Zhong Wen's chest, and a shy and charming smile appeared on her face. Zhong Wen's heart moved when she saw it, and he couldn't help but lean down and give her a gentle kiss on her smooth forehead.
"Thank you." Thirteenth Niang kissed him back on the cheek, then got up and got out of bed and started to get dressed, "You can rest for a while, my sister has to go back to take care of SF Express."
"Sister, we are finally together." Zhong Wen said reluctantly, "Can't you take a day off occasionally and spend more time with me?"
"Together? What together?" Thirteenth Niang asked.
"We were all... like this last night." Zhong Wen was stunned and couldn't help but replied, "Aren't we together?"
"Sister has no intention of getting married." Thirteenth Niang turned around, smiled and rubbed Zhong Wen's hair, "You don't have to take what happened last night to heart."
"Huh?" Zhong Wen didn't react for a moment, thinking he heard wrongly.
Am I... dumped?
Could it be that your performance last night was not good?
He couldn't help but start to carefully review the crazy entanglement between the two last night, trying to find out what went wrong.
"Silly brother, don't think too much." Thirteenth Niang was so smart. She knew what he was thinking just by looking at his expression. She couldn't help laughing and said, "Sister likes you very much, but she won't be with you."
"Why, why?" Zhong Wen quipped.
"Marry a man and stay at home to take care of your husband and raise children. This is not the life that my sister wants." Thirteenth Niang gently pressed her forehead against Zhong Wen's, "Sister will stay in the imperial capital and work hard to lead the brothers to live a good life.
life."
"Even if we are together, I will not restrict you from continuing to operate 'SF Express'?" Zhong Wen asked anxiously.
"You are such an outstanding person, as radiant as the sun in the sky." Thirteenth Niang smiled slightly, "And you are too gentle towards women, and there will only be more and more outstanding women around you in the future.
, sister will not join in the fun. If you pass by the imperial capital in the future and are willing to come and have a look, sister will be satisfied."
Could this be... the legendary gun_friend?
Zhong Wen looked at the pretty face in front of him. It was the first time he heard about such a modern relationship between men and women from a woman in this world. His outlook was greatly affected. He was dumbfounded and speechless for a moment.
"Why are you putting on such an expression?" Thirteenth Niang was amused by his expression and smiled, "If other men heard that they could play with women without being responsible, it would be too late for them to be happy."
"How can I, Zhong Wen, be such an irresponsible and shameless person?" Zhong Wen said angrily.
"Fool, my sister is a bandit, not a noble lady, how can you be responsible?" Thirteenth Niang stretched out her two slender arms, put them around Zhong Wen's neck, and breathed into his ear like
Lan, "Just think that you were kidnapped by the queen and returned to the mountain for a night."
When Zhong Wen heard this, he really didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He actually felt like he was being raped for free.
She was as beautiful as jade, with a warm and fragrant bosom. In such an ambiguous posture, he felt that "little Zhongwen" was starting to make a move again.
"Sister, let's go." Thirteenth Niang kissed him on the cheek again, then stood up to leave, "It's still early, you can rest a little longer."
Before she could turn around, she suddenly felt her wrist tighten, and then a soft force came from her. She staggered and fell into Zhong Wen's arms again.
"Queen, it's still early anyway, so you can just visit me once again!"
Zhong Wen's voice came to my ears.
"You...um..." Turning around to look at the evil smile on Zhong Wen's face, Thirteenth Niang was about to resist, but she was kissed hard on her lips by a big, hot mouth, and the strong masculine scent instantly flowed throughout her body.
, making her whole body weak and unable to resist anymore.
"I have never seen such a domineering prisoner as you."
I don't know how much time passed, but the sound of Thirteenth Niang's breathing came from the bed covered by the curtains.
"Such a charming queen is really rare in the world. She captured the little one with her heart and soul, and she didn't want to go down the mountain at all."
"What a sweet-tongued little prisoner, I am a little reluctant to let you go."
"That……"
"Don't say any more, okay?" Thirteenth Niang stretched out her bamboo shoot-like fingers and gently pressed on Zhong Wen's lips, "That's good, sister is already satisfied."
"But, I'm not satisfied."
"You have so many confidantes, how can you still lack this one?" Thirteenth Niang glared at him charmingly and said, "Besides, if you miss your sister someday, just come to the imperial capital to see me."
Yes, Sister Thirteenth Sister has really defined herself as a *** professional.
Zhong Wen knew that Thirteenth Niang was weak on the outside but very assertive on the inside. If she really made up her mind, it would be difficult to convince her, so he stopped trying to persuade her. He just secretly determined to treat her well and never let her suffer any further injustice.
"Zhong Wen, are you angry?" Seeing his grimace and silence, Thirteenth Mother couldn't help but ask softly.
"Yes, I'm angry." Zhong Wen figured out the key and became happy again. He laughed and said, "This little prisoner of mine is determined to stand up and take charge and teach the queen a big lesson!"
After that, he hugged Thirteen Niang's delicate body, turned over suddenly, pressed her under him, opened his mouth and kissed her hard.
After the exclamation, there was a string of delicate laughter like silver bells, and the charming breath once again filled the whole room.
In Fufeng City, Ji Weizhu looked at the majestic rolling mountains in the distance and murmured to himself.
She arrived in southern Xinjiang very early, but she did not rush directly to Piaohua Palace. Instead, she walked around Daming Lake where Zhong Zhenhai was found, looking for traces left by her uncle in the Daqian Empire in his early years.
Zhong Zhenhai's stay in Southern Xinjiang Province was not long, and it happened seventeen years ago. Nowadays, things and people have changed, so naturally not many people will remember it.
Finally, Huangtian paid off. After several days of non-stop searching, she finally found an elderly man.
The old man vaguely remembered that at the foot of Daming Mountain beside Daming Lake, there once came a young man with a handsome appearance and a gentle temper, but who would lose his mind from time to time and become very weird.
The young man suddenly fell ill while passing by this place. When he was in coma and weak, he was rescued by a girl at the foot of the mountain.
The girl was handsome and took good care of him. The spark of love inevitably sparked between the two.
However, girls are powerless and helpless to deal with the increasingly frequent disease among young people.
One day after getting along for about two months, the young man went into the mountains alone to collect firewood and never came back.
No matter how the girl searched all over the mountains and fields, she could not find any trace of him. In the end, the girl had to return sadly and accepted the fact that the young man had left.
Eight months later, the girl, who was already pregnant with Liujia, died of dystocia, leaving behind a baby boy who was waiting to be fed.
The people in the mountains were simple and simple, and they did not look down upon the girl because she became pregnant out of wedlock. Instead, they sympathized with the child very much. Each family took turns taking care of him, and they managed to bring him up safely until he was seventeen years old.
However, the grown-up child also heard about his life experience from someone unknown. He was very angry at his biological father who abandoned his mother and son. One day, he secretly left home and planned to find an explanation from the unfaithful person.
After leaving, he was like his biological father who never came back to the mountains again.
The old man Ji Weizhu found was one of several families who took turns taking care of the child.
After listening to the old man's memories, she no longer had any doubts and was convinced that the Zhong Wen that Chu Qiuyang met must be the child that her uncle left behind in the Daqian Empire.
There were rumors that the Princess of Piaohua Palace saved the baby in the river. It was obviously a fabrication, but she was already very sure about Zhong Wen's identity.
Ever since, this trip to Piaohua Palace has become even more urgent.
Fufeng City is located in a remote area and is very poorly built. It is supposed to be sparsely populated. However, to her surprise, the city is very lively with people coming and going, and cars and horses flowing in.
"Brother Zhou, have you inquired clearly? Is there really a ten-year-old elixir in such a small elixir shop?"
Putting down the teacup in his hand, he was about to get up and leave the teahouse on his way, when a quiet voice from the table next to him caught Ji Weizhu's attention.
"Brother Wang, don't you worry about me doing things?" "Brother Zhou" vowed, "Besides, this is not a secret in Fufeng City. Ask the merchants who come here to purchase elixirs. I'm afraid those who know will also
Not a few."
"I can certainly trust Brother Zhou's words." The "Brother Wang" from before replied, "I just find it a bit unbelievable that the ten-year-old elixir is so precious that it actually appears in such a remote town."
"Brother Wang, I'm afraid you haven't paid attention to the outside world for a while, right?" Brother Zhou said with a smile, "This Fufeng City has long changed from what it used to be. It is now the largest elixir trading place in the entire southern Xinjiang region. Look at the people on the road.
Most of the people coming and going are businessmen who come to purchase elixirs."
"So powerful?" Brother Wang said in surprise.
"Isn't that right? I heard that this 'Qingfeng Pavilion' is the property of Piaohua Palace." Brother Zhou lowered his voice.
"Could it be the Piaohua Palace, the 'number one sect in Daqian' that came in with rumors?" The surprise in Brother Wang's eyes became even stronger.
"Which one else could there be?"
"Brother Zhou, I heard that there are fairies in Piaohua Palace, and each of them is as powerful as a spiritual master." Brother Wang felt his legs and feet were shaking a little, "You actually dare to attack them. Do you think you have lived too long?"
"Look what you said." Brother Zhou shook his head and said with a smile, "How can I dare to provoke Lingzun? Although this 'Qingfeng Pavilion' belongs to Piaohua Palace, it is not managed by the disciples of the palace. I have inquired, then
The shopkeeper and a few maids have mediocre cultivation and are not masters of the Heavenly Wheel, so we grabbed a wave of elixirs and ran away. By the time Piaohua Palace finds out, we will have already gotten rid of the elixirs."
"This..." Brother Wang still hesitated, "What if there is some secret method of communication between Qingfeng Pavilion and the mountain..."
"Brother Wang, this is the elixir that lasts for ten thousand years." Brother Zhou continued to persuade, "You and I are practicing silver techniques. Although they are very precious in the eyes of the world, they are no longer enough for us Heavenly Wheel cultivators.
If you want to go further, you can only modify the golden technique. With this ten thousand-year elixir, what can't be exchanged for it?"
"Of course I understand what Brother Zhou said, but no matter how good the technique is, it is not as important as life." No matter how much the man surnamed Zhou tried to persuade him, Brother Wang was always hesitant.