Wuji Nation's 15th year of peace, winter.
Wuji Southern Region, Crimson Rock Mountain.
The mountains rushed over from the distance, surging endlessly across the boundless earth. When they reached the Red Stone Plains, they abruptly came to a halt like the edge of a blade.
That place abruptly became a jagged precipice, cutting the wind into pieces. Looking down from the high cliff, in the distant horizon, the towering city suddenly came into view.
The geographical center of the Five Continents was also the hidden political center of the Wuji Nation, Zhongzhou.
Although it was far away, one could still feel the majesty of the city. The city walls were like iron, and the spaciousness of the buildings was breathtaking. Even from afar, one could not help but hold his breath, almost worshipping the famous city of the Five Continents.
However, a wolf-like howl broke the solemn silence.
"Give me, give me a man! Let me happily carry him home … "
On top of the cliff, a certain someone stood against the wind, her arms wide open, her mouth open, and her face full of longing. "Carry a man happily home."
Behind her, Yao Xun covered his ears, his face full of misery. Once again, he had the thought of betraying this howling fellow.
Singing was not scary, but howling out of tune. If he wanted to live long, he had to stay away from her.
After howling, Meng Fuyao patted her clothes and said to her first follower, "Although Zhongzhou is right in front of us, it's still a long way to go. We've spent all our travel expenses, go borrow some."
"Where can we borrow money from in this barren mountain?" Yao Xun cried. "Are you going to steal from me and I'm going to steal from you?"
"Pfft!" Meng Fuyao spat, her eyes suddenly lighting up. "Isn't that a carriage? Let's go rob! I'll rape you, you'll rob me! "
She tied herself up and covered her face with a black cloth. Then, she jumped off the cliff.
"This mountain was opened by me …"
On the winding road, Meng Fuyao placed her hands on her hips and shouted loudly to attract attention. The other member of the robber duo, Yao Xun, sneaked to the back of the carriage.
"This Crimson Rock Mountain has been opened before. The Wuji Divine Martial Emperor and the Wulie Emperor of the Jade Pearl Kingdom fought here, and the Divine Martial Emperor ordered for the mountain to be opened for battle. Eight hundred thousand soldiers opened the mountain in a month, so this mountain was not opened by you."
The voice that came out of the carriage was calm, gentle, and a little distant.
Meng Fuyao choked and shouted again, "I planted this tree …"
"The Red Stone Plain is close to the Red River. Every year, the Red River would flood and cause serious soil erosion. Eight years ago, the Wuji Crown Prince ordered the residents to move to the Red Stone Mountains and plant trees on the Red Stone Plain and the mountains. So, this tree was not planted by you."
…
After being choked twice in a row, a certain someone finally lost his patience and shouted, "This mountain is not mine to open! I'm too lazy to plant this tree! If you want to live from now on! Bring me wealth and women! "
After a moment of silence, the curtains of the carriage were lifted.
Under the sunlight, Meng Fuyao suddenly narrowed her eyes.
The wind was very cold, like an ice knife slicing over. She could almost hear the sound of tiny ice shards freezing and falling as she exhaled. The Crimson Rock Mountain behind her was covered in a thin layer of frost, making the natural red of the rocks even more vibrant. The evergreen trees between the cracks of the rocks were even more verdant.
It was a cold winter day in the Southern Lands, and the scenery was invaded by the cold. Although it was difficult to maintain its color, it was so bright that it was stiff and stiff.
Only the man in the dimly lit carriage could not be seen clearly. His clothes were as white as snow, and his lips were the color of cherry blossoms. Yet, he gave off a serene and soft feeling. Even the wind that was cutting against her face seemed to have abated a bit of the cold.
Meng Fuyao tilted her head and muttered, "I hate people who wear white the most. Pretending to be pure!"
The man in white seemed to be smiling. Suddenly, he raised his hand, and without any visible movement, Yao Xun fell out of the carriage, howling.
"Miss, isn't it a little unreasonable for me to offer you money and sex just because of this?"
Meng Fuyao stood still and grinned. "I don't know the man behind, but I suddenly feel that your sex isn't much, and I don't like your money either. Let's part ways then. Bye bye, see you again."
She patted her butt, turned around, and left, not caring about Yao Xun, who was stumbling behind the carriage.
"The weather is cold, and you need something to warm yourself up. Even if you don't like my money and sex, you shouldn't have any objections to 'A Bucket of Spring', right?" The voice drifted with the wind. It was not a seductive tone, but Meng Fuyao found it very tempting.
A Bucket of Spring was a top-notch wine that was famous throughout the Five Continents. Every drop was worth its weight in gold, and even nobles could not get their hands on it. Even if they did, they would hide it in their own wine cellars. Ordinary people had never even heard of it. The only reason Meng Fuyao knew about it was because of that drunkard, the old Taoist. Whenever he was addicted to alcohol, he would roam around the world, flipping through chests, cabinets, and tombs in search of the wine. Meng Fuyao had once drunk it out of curiosity, and it had left a deep impression on her ever since.
The softness and richness of that top-notch wine exploded on the tip of her tongue, sending her to the heavens.
'Sigh … it's so nice to have a pot of good wine to drink on such a cold day …'
Meng Fuyao began to smile, and when she turned around, she was already beaming. She lifted her legs and climbed into the carriage. "Aiya, it would be impolite to refuse Young Master's generous gift. Actually, I see that you're quite rich, and as for sex … you're not bad either."
"Thank you for the compliment, Miss." The man smiled. When he saw Meng Fuyao enter, he subconsciously moved to avoid her, but for some reason, he stopped midway.
Meng Fuyao saw that the interior of the carriage was simple yet exquisite. There were seats on three sides, a small table in the middle, and two empty seats. On one side of the seat was a snow ferret cloak. The tip of the cloak shone brightly, looking very luxurious. On the other side was something wrapped in a cotton jacket. Meng Fuyao felt that it was a hindrance, so she reached out to push it away.
Suddenly, the cotton bag flew up and landed in the man's hand. The cotton jacket fell open, revealing a pot of plants with dark purple leaves.
Meng Fuyao's eyes widened. After a while, she stuttered, "You put a cotton jacket on a flower and rode in a carriage? What kind of rare flower is this? "
"It's just ordinary purple grass," the man said as he carefully placed the pot down. "I don't know who left it outside the village, but it's about to freeze. I saw it and picked it up. Flowers and plants are also afraid of the cold."
Meng Fuyao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She shook her head and looked up to see the man's face. Her heart skipped a beat. 'Isn't this the clean freak who followed Qi Xunyi at the foot of Mount Xuanyuan? I'm still carrying his belt in my arms. '
She touched her face subconsciously and remembered that she had worn a mask at the foot of Mount Xuanyuan. Now that she was also disguised, she wasn't afraid that he would recognize her. She smiled calmly. "Young Master, may I know your surname?"
"My surname is Zong." Zong Yue looked at her quietly, his eyes sparkling. He took the wine and personally poured it for her. "Please."
Meng Fuyao didn't take it. Instead, she smiled. "I have companions."
Zong Yue tilted his head slightly. A shadow flashed outside the carriage, and Yao Xun was thrown into the carriage behind. Meng Fuyao's pupils constricted as she stared at Zong Yue, her smile becoming more and more amiable.
She raised her wine cup. The wine in the cup was light yellow. It was the authentic 'One Bucket of Spring'. Because of its unique color, it was extremely difficult to poison it. Once any impurities were mixed in, it would turn turbid. Now that the wine was mellow, like the tender yellow beak of a duck in spring, or the blooming winter jasmine between the rocks, there was naturally no need to worry about poison.
Meng Fuyao was in a good mood. She downed a few cups in a row, but she still wasn't satisfied. She brought the pot over. When she reached out, she almost touched Zong Yue's finger. Zong Yue quickly withdrew his hand.
Meng Fuyao pretended not to know and quickly got herself drunk. Then, she started singing in circles in the carriage. The coachman trembled as she sang, and the carriage shook continuously, threatening to overturn. When she was done, Meng Fuyao rummaged through all her pockets and showed them to Zong Yue. "Brother … has no money … so … I … rely … on … Big Brother … You …"
She swayed three times, and her left foot stepped on her right foot. She lost her balance and fell onto Zong Yue's seat.
She conveniently rolled over, spread her arms and legs, and leaned back on the seat. She raised her head and let out a long sigh of relief, filling the carriage with the smell of alcohol.
Zong Yue frowned slightly. He looked down at Meng Fuyao, who couldn't wait to get as far away from him as possible. He silently took a few steps back and carefully carried the pot of flowers to the side to prevent it from being smashed by someone's rough hands. Then, he went to open the window.
The window was set up and a cool breeze blew in. The smell of alcohol immediately dissipated a bit. With just this one movement, when he turned around, he saw a certain someone had already occupied all three seats. His head was on his mattress, his feet were on the other side, and his silver fox cloak was also conveniently covered with it.
Her dirty boots had smeared the seat cushion. Zong Yue helplessly stared at the seat and hesitated for a while. Finally, he got off the carriage and went to the next one.
As soon as he got off, Meng Fuyao immediately opened her eyes. Her gaze was as clear as the mountain spring in the Polar Mountains. Where was the slightest hint of drunkenness?
She flipped over and rolled off the seat. Her fingers tapped on the cushion quickly and deeply. Suddenly, she stopped and reached under the cushion, slowly pulling it out.
The curtain of the carriage was suddenly lifted, and a ray of light shone on a certain thief's panicked back. At the same time, the bronze mirror on the carriage reflected a slender figure dressed in white, holding a tray.
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