Xie Zizuo arrived after a good sleep and read a novel~
Really grounded, stable, with no distracting thoughts, she fell asleep in the blink of an eye. She slept for several hours until dawn... She hadn't slept so well in a long time. She couldn't even remember the last time she slept like this.
When exactly did Shen happen?
Ever since the Fu family collapsed and Xie Zizuo was in trouble, she had developed a bad habit. Every time she lay in bed, she couldn't help but think about random thoughts, thinking about how to take revenge; missing her former relatives; and even fantasizing about one day
After killing her enemies, how should she pray to those in heaven who are watching her from a distance?[]
If you dream of a dream that you sincerely hope for but can never realize for a long time, it will slowly turn into a nightmare. Porcelain Doll is trapped in it and cannot sleep at night. She is Dayan's rebel, not the only one, but
But it's the most useless one.
There are many rebels in the Yan Kingdom, including Xie Men's lackeys, party boss Tan Jiajun, etc. No one expects Xie Zizuo to do anything, but the real trouble is that Xie Zizuo himself can't let go: the blood feud between two pairs of parents and countless relatives.
It should not be left to the hands of others. She was the only one left in the Xie family and the Fu family. There was a burden there, and no one except her, Xie Zizuo, was qualified to carry it.
She couldn't carry it, but she still gritted her teeth to carry it. The burden weighed her down so much that she couldn't straighten her back, couldn't breathe, and couldn't sleep. Until one day she suddenly discovered that there was another person in the world who was better than her.
She is more qualified to take on this heavy burden. I don’t mention ability, just qualifications. The son of the Fu family and the son-in-law of the Xie family are more suitable than her as a daughter-in-law and a daughter.
What really surprised her was that this man was much stronger and more ferocious than her. The high altitudes in the clouds, beyond the reach of dragonflies, were the soaring paradise of eagles.
But then he died.
The burden that had been lifted by him fell back on her. As he was being lifted off, the burden seemed to become heavier, almost crushing Xie Zizuo's head at once. Oh my god.
Bless me, this guy has been dead for more than a month, and then he comes back with a smile, an indescribable feeling of happiness, an indescribable sense of relief, and a sense of security that even she herself didn't expect... Although Song Yang is now injured in a mess, all over his body
The bandages that were used to wrap the wounds together were enough for the whole family to make new clothes for the New Year, but the porcelain doll just felt at ease that she didn't have to worry about anything as long as he was with her.
So Xie Zizuo slept in total darkness that night. When she opened her eyes, she didn't know where she was for a moment, but it didn't stop her from feeling that the blanket was warm, the pillow was just right, and the support behind her was soft.
Feeling comfortable, I subconsciously shrank my body back, and then realized that the support behind me... wasn't all that soft.
Xie Zizhuo was completely awake and blushed. His arm was still pillowed under his head.
Afraid that Song Yang was still asleep and did not dare to look back, Xie Zizhao carefully moved her body forward and stopped squeezing him. However, as soon as she moved like this, Song Yang's voice came from behind her head: "Are you awake?
After asking, Song Yang laughed: "You are still there when you sleep."
With his back to Song Yang, Xie Zizhuo smiled, stopped pretending, stretched out his arms and legs, just like he did when he was a child, kicked off the blanket on his body, sat up, looked down at his clothes,
It seems a little messy but I still wear it...
Song Yang was also getting up, but his movements were much stiffer. He was injured all over his body, and his arms were numb due to pressure. He saw the porcelain doll sleeping soundly at night and did not dare to move for fear of disturbing her sweet dream. Now his whole body is sore and numb.
It was painful and stiff, and it was not easy to sit up. But the most painful thing in the long night was another thing... only he knew the feeling of suffering. com
The porcelain doll didn't bother to put on her outer robe, and hurriedly reached out to help Song Yang, with some apology hidden in her eyes: "I'm sorry that I made you dare not move all night. In fact, you don't have to be so cautious. Push me away when you are tired.
That’ll be fine.”
Song Yang finally sat up, moved his arms and said with a smile: "It's not like I didn't move all night. You were considerate and let me change my arm in the middle of my sleep."
Xie Zizhuo shook his head and couldn't remember the process at all. Song Yang smiled strangely: "Did you really not feel anything strange? After waking up, compared to before going to bed?"
Xie Zizhuo's eyes were confused. He thought about it carefully and looked around. He finally realized it and immediately looked stunned: "This...isn't this a lottery ghost?"
Before going to bed, she lay on Song Yang's right side, pillowing Song Yang's right arm. But somehow, after waking up, she ran to Song Yang's left side. Needless to say, the arm under her head was also there just now.
Song Yang's left arm...
Song Yang laughed loudly: "You slept until midnight, and you kept arching backwards and upwards, like a pig climbing a mountain, and then you rolled over me. Shortly after dawn, you came again. If it weren't for
The herdsmen are noisy outside, so I guess you can roll back to your original position."
Rarely, the porcelain doll opened its mouth in astonishment, shocked and laughing. Song Yang thought thoughtfully: "I can't remember what happened before, I'm not sure... I estimate that you should be the first one to hit me.
A person who goes too far."
The porcelain doll laughed loudly, chasing Song Yang's words and thinking in her heart: Last night, I rolled on him?
The team of sand people set off and continued to travel north. I don't know whether it was a coincidence or an accident. The sky was always blue and clear for a period of time. Not to mention the torrential rain that could be used to wash away sins, not even light rain was seen.
One drop. Without Tianshui, Song Yang would not be able to escape his guilt and leave the ranks of the sand people.
Even when Song Yang was in his prime, it would not have been easy to walk out of the wasteland alone without the help of the sand people. What's more, now that his cultivation level had dropped sharply and his whole body was covered in injuries, he had no other choice but to be patient and follow Bai Yin.
The team moves forward.
However, because he couldn't remember the past, he didn't have much worries in his heart, so Song Yang's life was not too sad.
The heavy rain never came, but Baiyin encountered the most terrifying black sandstorm on the grassland.
That day, the large group of people was advancing. Unknowingly, the air became extremely hot and muggy. Suddenly, horns were heard from the front of the group. Immediately, all the sand people looked anxious. Led by many elders, they quickly dispersed and took a bird's eye view from the sky.
The team of tens of thousands of people almost dispersed in one fell swoop... About two or three hours later, there was a dull loud noise caused by the burst of air, and then a black storm filled with wild sand came without any warning.
The appearance of the beast swept across the wilderness ferociously.
The scene in front of them has been experienced once by Porcelain Doll and Mr. Ban. The only difference is that last time they were in a black sand storm, this time they were hiding in a pit under the leadership of the sand people, hiding and watching from a distance.
The sandstorm was raging. The sandstorm lasted for more than an hour before gradually weakening and finally dissipating. (To read the novel, go to ""
Seeing how the sand people were facing the black sand storm as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and thinking about their previous experiences, both Mr. Ban and Porcelain Doll realized something. They took the opportunity to have dinner that night to confirm the matter with the sand king, and the latter no longer concealed it.
Smiling and telling them the truth...the sand people can predict the arrival of the black sandstorm in advance through the anomalies in the sky, soil and insects and ants.
In addition, among the ancestors of the Sand People, there are also outstanding characters like the Twelve Corpses of Shanxi Man. They figured out the chaotic wind paths in the sandstorm and made weird windbreakers, so that the Sand People can fight in the black storm.
, relying on the power of heaven to be invincible.
This was originally an unbelievable thing, but it was rumored and exaggerated by the Quanrong herdsmen, and eventually turned into a legend that "the sand people can summon black sand storms." As for the Battle of the Sea of Flowers that Song Yang and his party experienced, it was just a coincidence, just in time for that night
A black sandstorm comes, and the sand people take the opportunity to attack and kill dogs, soldiers, and wolves...
During the trip, the surrounding sand people took good care of Song Yang and others, but there was not much verbal communication. On the contrary, King Baiyinsha would come to chat with Song Yang whenever he had nothing to do. Perhaps it was because the teacher was Han Chinese.
It can be seen that King Sha is very close to the Han people.
The porcelain doll is a young woman. King Sha understands the rules of the Han people. He respects and avoids suspicion and cannot joke with her casually. As for Mr. Ban’s temper, needless to say, King Sha doesn’t want to get into trouble with the old man. He only talks to Song Yang.
chat.
Song Yang lost his memory, and his thoughts on things and people became much simpler. This highlighted his cheerful temperament, and he got along very well with the king of sand.
We don't talk much, but at least we are friends.
A few days later, Song Yang's wolf skin was finished, and the golden wolf skin saddle was used. The wolf's head was thrown behind the saddle. If he was riding, he would look like he was riding a wolf upside down. Although the wolf's head was in the way, he still took it seriously.
With majesty, King Sha smiled when he delivered the saddle: "I feel a little regretful and can't bear to give it to you."
Song Yang was very generous: "If you like it, take it. It's a gift from me. I'll think of something else to do with it as a gift from my Uighur friends."
King Sha was overjoyed: "Seriously?"
Song Yang was shocked: "Why are you so honest?"
King Sha laughed loudly: "It's better not to give it up, lest you have nothing to explain to your wife when you go back."
In addition to the saddle, the other wolf skins were made in three colors: black, white, and red. Each color was made into a head blanket, two fur robes, and two fur hats. A total of three blankets, six robes, and six hats.
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The leather robes and hats of each color are one large and one small, which fit the figures of Song Yang and Xie Zizuo. The Sha people are very skilled in making leather. Regardless of blankets, leather robes or hats, they are all made of soft and plush leather.
The tentacles were soft and comfortable, and the workmanship was exquisite. But after Song Yang looked at the leather goods and expressed his thanks, he frowned again: "Why don't you have the clothes and hats of Mr. Ben?"
The porcelain doll called the old man Mr. Ban, and Song Yang also shouted the same, although he still didn't know what kind of official the old man was.
King Sha explained: "Master Ban came to me alone later and said that he didn't like such fancy things, so I just sewed him a bedding set with ordinary leather. Don't worry, I don't dare to treat him badly and sew it for him."
The coat I have is ordinary in color, but it’s all real thick leather. It’s not as beautiful as yours, but it’s warmer than yours.”
The leather goods were delivered, and Xie Zizuo was busy with a lot of work... busy with how to match clothes with Song Yang, pulling Song Yang to choose from left to right, and finally made up his mind:
When Song Yang wore a black robe, she wore a red robe. Black and red matched the domineering male and the voluptuous woman. If Song Yang wanted to wear a red robe, she wore a white robe. The man was as fierce as fire and the woman had to be elegant and graceful. If Song Yang wore white,
If she wants a robe, she will choose a black robe. If her husband is chic and suave, her wife should be mysterious and noble...
Song Yang could never understand this kind of woman's thoughts. Porcelain Doll smiled and said, "You can wear whatever you want. Don't worry about anything. I will follow you to match my robe."
Mr. Ben was wearing a gray wolf skin robe. From the side, he watched the two dolls fussing over the clothes. His old face was full of disdain, but there was a smile in his eyes: the two dolls together have mastered the Great Hongzang.
With most of Baotu's wealth, he can be regarded as one of the world's richest people. Even if there is a mountain of gold piled in front of them, they are afraid that they will still dislike this mountain. Why is it so dazzling, but now they are so happy for a few pieces of wolf skin?
The environment is special and cannot be inferred based on common sense. However, Song Yang and Porcelain Doll's current situation is very cheap in comparison, but it is more pure happiness. Mr. Ban can completely understand that people who are late in life have a better understanding of the word "happiness" than "happiness".
The dolls are much more profound.
When they camped at dusk that night, Song Yang was approached by King Sha to chat, while Master Ban found Xie Zizuo: "While chatting with Manzi, I learned that there will be a festival for them in three days. The name of this festival is interesting, and it is their special festival.
It's a good day to get married." At this point, Mr. Ban changed the subject: "In the past, when you told me how important Song Yang was, you were always focusing on your revenge. But after he came back, in my opinion, you
The happiness you feel is more than just someone taking the burden off for you."
As people grow older, the feelings of those little children cannot escape the eyes of Mr. Ban. Xie Zizuo smiled, not shy and embarrassed like ordinary women, but nodded calmly: "I like him very much."
The old man showed a smile: "I also visited Dayan back then, and I have met Prime Minister Fu and Mr.
On this auspicious day, please do your good deeds."
Unexpectedly, Xie Zizuo shook his head, and Master Ban frowned: "What are you worried about? Are you still afraid that Song Yang won't agree? Don't worry, I can see..."
Before he could finish speaking, Xie Zizuo continued to shake her head: "It's not that I'm afraid he won't agree, but it's just that we can't do this." After saying that, she didn't explain much and said seriously to Mr. Ban: "It's your kindness, Xie Zi
I bow to you. But the marriage...is not possible now."
Mr. Ben snorted, and because of his temperament, he didn't bother to ask why. He turned around and walked away, waving his sleeves.
Another day, the porcelain doll's clothing plan has officially begun. Unfortunately, Shamin has no vision to look at the black and red combination, or the red and white combination that she has painstakingly considered... Maybe it's because Shamin thinks that Porcelain doll
The doll is as ugly as a yaksha, and it is useless to wear anything.
Fortunately, the porcelain doll is having fun on her own, and it doesn't matter if someone praises her the best and no one cares about her.
After another ten days, the wounds on Song Yang's body were basically healed, and his body, which he had refined since childhood, was extraordinary. Unfortunately, his martial arts remained the same, he was strong enough, but it was far worse than before the accident.
His internal energy cultivation has not dissipated, and the powerful force approaching the master level is still there, but it is dormant in the meridians, as if dormant, and cannot be awakened no matter how hard he screams, leaving Song Yang with a feeling that he is unable to exert his energy.
, indescribably awkward.
The days passed uneventfully, and every night the porcelain doll would curl up in his arms and sleep. Occasionally, like the first night, the little pig would climb over the mountain and roll on him. Ever since he came back, she felt truly at ease.
During this period, the porcelain doll slept surprisingly well. Not only did she not have any random thoughts before going to bed, she didn't even have a dream. She fell asleep soon after closing her eyes every night, and it would be bright when she opened her eyes again.
Sleep was ensured, and the porcelain doll's pale face gradually showed some healthy flushes, and her energy during the day was obviously much better.
But on the other hand, Song Yang was not so energetic. He felt very uncomfortable every night, not because he couldn't move around, but because he had her in his arms. She was good-looking and very close to him... Is it hurt?
When things were good, Song Yang could only endure it, but now his injury was extremely good. Tonight, Song Yang couldn't bear it anymore.
In fact, it wasn't that he couldn't help it, but that he didn't want to. His left arm was used as a pillow by Xie Zizhao, and his other hand could move. Not long after he lay down, Song Yang's right hand moved slightly, and he gently moved it through his dress.
Slide... After a while, seeing that the porcelain doll had no reaction, Song Yang became more courageous... The little girl was breathing nervously, trembling slightly, and her heart was beating faster. She lay in Song Yang's arms, these little
There was no way I could hide my reaction from him.
Xie Zizuo still didn't move, so Song Yang became even more greedy and didn't want to separate the clothes anymore. However, the underskirt of the porcelain doll was a jumpsuit, hanging straight from the shoulders to the ankles. Song Yang wanted to shake it off, but it couldn't reach as far as the ankles.
, I could only move my hands up and up again to find her collar.
The collar was not difficult to find, but what Song Yang didn't expect was that just as his right hand wrapped around her neck, the porcelain doll suddenly lowered its head, opened its mouth and gently bit the thief's hand.
Out of sheer guilt, Song Yang's hands trembled, which startled Xie Zizuo, and his voice hesitated: "Does the bite hurt?"
"Buyang answered very honestly.
‘The bite hurts’, ‘doesn’t it hurt’, such a thoughtless question and answer was really not something two smart people could say. For a while, both of them were a little embarrassed.
With a soft sound, the porcelain doll turned over and met Song Yang's eyes. At the same time, she stretched out a hand to rub his cheek. After a while, she spoke in a very soft voice: "I know how to sleep like this."
You're not feeling well. Every morning when I wake up, I secretly make up my mind to sleep separately today. But every night I can't help but want to sleep next to you...I'm very happy when I sleep next to you...It's me who is overbearing
Already."
Song Yang didn't say anything, just smiled, tilted his head slightly and kissed the palm of her hand. But unexpectedly again, the porcelain doll, which had not reacted much when he moved his hand up and down through her dress, kissed Song Yang intimately.
Afterwards, I was stunned for a moment and stared at him without saying a word.
Song Yang didn't know why and waited for her quietly for a while. Seeing that she was still in a daze, he asked softly: "What's wrong?"
The porcelain doll came back to her senses and exhaled slowly: "Kiss my palm. This is the first time in my life that a man has kissed me. It feels like I was struck by lightning."
Song Yang laughed: "Isn't this too exaggerated?"
The porcelain doll's eyes were very bright, and she was not in a hurry to answer. She put her hand to Song Yang's mouth again: "Can you... do it again?"