Why did the Princess commit suicide? As it involved the privacy of the royal family, of course, no one would be stupid enough to investigate. In short, everyone knew that in order to save the Princess, Duke Wei had done something that should only be done between husband and wife. For the dignity of the royal family, she could not cultivate, could not leave the house, and had to marry Yang Ling.
At that time, the social atmosphere was very open to intimacy between husband and wife. Sleeping on the mat in the back garden and loving each other under the grape trellis was not the exclusive right of a playboy like Ximen Qing. It was common for the husband and wife of a rich family to have maids serve them, but this was only limited to within the family. Unrelated men and women were very guarded against each other. That was to say, if they were of the same status, then it was a great etiquette, and there was nothing to be ashamed of. If they did not follow the rules, then it was an uncrossable obstacle.
Of course, more importantly, the Taoist Master said that they were originally meant to be husband and wife. This had been said long ago, and with the new Deputy Commander of Southern Zhili Jiang Bin as a witness, it was irrefutable. Because of this, Mount Longhu became even more famous.
Emperor Zhengde pretended to be ignorant. Yang Ling, Xiang 'er, Yongfu, and Yongchun thought that he was kept in the dark, but they did not know that Zhengde had kept everyone in the dark. Both sides were complacent and complacent. That kind of mood was really complicated.
Yang Ling became the son-in-law twice in a row, including almost all of Emperor Zhengde's sisters. Although there was a reason for it, it also showed his position in the Emperor's heart, which made him even more respected.
Jiang Bin gained friendship, the Taoist Master became famous, Yongfu, Yongchun, and Xiang 'er got their wishes fulfilled, Yang Ling got two noble beauties, and Emperor Zhengde got rid of a worry. Moreover, his two sisters suppressed Yang Ling's one sister. Even if it was offset by one, he would definitely become the brother-in-law.
Zhengde only felt that he had taken advantage of them, and was very proud of himself when he thought about it. It seemed that everyone got what they needed, and everyone was happy. However, the only bad thing was that Princess Yongfu was sick.
Princess Yongfu had a delicate status, when had she ever been drenched in cold water and suffered from the cold? Although she had done a lot of sports in the palace, such as horse riding, archery, cutlass, and throwing pots, and her body was not weak, her resistance to things she had never touched before was naturally weaker. Zhengde took this opportunity to confidently carry out his first revenge. He had Yang Ling take care of Yongfu's food and drink, as well as seek medical advice. If he didn't torment him, it would be hard for him to vent his anger.
Gu Daeyong accompanied Emperor Zhengde and the special envoy of Frang Ji to inspect the weaving workshops, dyeing workshops, bookstores, and tea gardens. Yang Ling accompanied the three Princesses in the Pavilion of Surging Waves, taking care of Yongfu's food and drink.
Yang Ling also knew how to please the beauties. It was obviously just a minor cold, but he invited the most famous doctor in Suzhou. He was obviously very cautious. Every morning, he would personally pick flowers, fill a jade bottle with water, and place it at Yongfu's bedside. When he fed her medicine, he would mix the honey and coax and persuade her. When he had nothing to do, he would sit beside her and tell her the perfect love story that had been exaggerated many times in later generations.
Even though these methods were ordinary, when had Yongfu ever experienced it? Even Yongchun and Xiang 'er blushed and their hearts beat as they watched from the side, not to mention Yongfu's feelings. Yongfu's bitterness was over, and she enjoyed the sweetness of love. Xiang 'er knew the twists and turns Yongfu had gone through. Although she felt a little jealous when she saw them being intimate, she didn't often come to disturb them.
Of course, she couldn't disturb them even if she wanted to. Yongchun always dragged her around to create opportunities for her sister, so Xiang 'er couldn't always come to see him. After this incident, the Taoist master Zhang finally re-established his position in the Emperor's heart. Now that Zhengde was fascinated with the study of Taoism, he had to take him with him when he toured everywhere.
Fu Bao had nowhere to go, so she mingled with the two little princesses. The three of them were about the same age, and they were all girls, so there was nothing to hide. Fu Bao often listened to them talk with relish about the day Yang Ling "treated" Yongfu, and some of the charming situations they spent with Yongfu these days. She couldn't help but think of Yang Ling's rudeness that night at the Taoist master's mansion. She couldn't tell how she felt.
Since she was a child, she had accompanied her brother in dealing with people and traveling around the world. In fact, the ways of the world and her experience were far beyond the two little princesses who had been raised in the boudoir. As for the matters between men and women, although she had never come into contact with them, and she was a pure girl when it came to emotions, she was by no means ignorant about sexual knowledge.
Who was she? The descendant of the Taoist master Zhang!
One of the important contents of Zhang Daoling's preaching was to teach people the sexual techniques of Taoism. It taught people how to prolong their lives, cure diseases, and strengthen their bodies. In the Song Dynasty, because of the successive Emperors who believed in Taoism, Mount Longhu became famous for a while. However, at the same time, the concept of Confucianism began to strengthen. The Longhu Sect, which was at the heart of the struggle, naturally had to restrain itself. Perhaps they were afraid of being slandered for being "too obscene", so these things were rarely publicized.
However, keeping a low profile did not mean that these Taoist books had been lost. Zhang Fubao was a direct descendant of Taoism, so he knew about the Ten Cultivation, Ten Heat, Eight Views, Five Desires, and Five Sounds. The "Nine Methods" in the "Plain Girl Scripture", the "Thirty Methods" in the "Dongxuan Zi", and the "Seven Losses and Eight Benefits" in the "World Talks" were all understood.
"Men desire women, women desire men, they are in love with each other." Zhang Fubao was a theoretical beauty, her ability to talk on paper was not even one-tenth of what she knew. Xiang 'er and Yong Chun did not avoid her as they talked about these things, they were confused but they were not. She could not help but secretly laugh when she heard it, but she could not help but let her imagination run wild, her heart had long been unknowingly sprouted by the spring breeze …
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A pair of exquisite, simple and luxurious table lamps were placed on the rosewood tea table near the head of the bed. In front of the two lamps was a vase of peach blossoms. The lights reflected the peach blossoms, and the shadows were enchanting under the cover of Princess Yongfu's beautiful hair, which was more beautiful than peach blossoms.
Under the illumination of the bright lamp, one could vaguely see a dressing table behind a screen. On top of it, there were all kinds of precious ornaments, hairpins, bracelets, sparkling and translucent. There was also a bronze mirror that could reflect the brilliance of pearls and jewels, making it even more lustrous.
But Zhu Xiuning, who had removed the jewels and only used her beautiful hair as an ornament, looked even more gentle and moving. She had less of a noble and graceful appearance, but more of a girl's charm.
She was lying on a carved, short-legged embroidered couch with a backrest and pillow. At the head of the bed and at the foot of the bed, there was a small rosewood table with gold embroidery. At the head of the bed, there was a table lamp and a jade vase of plum blossoms that Yang Ling had picked by himself. At the foot of the bed, there were tea bowls, washbasins, and silk handkerchiefs.
It was early spring in February, and the weather was still a little cold. In addition, Yongfu had a cold, so there was a copper stove less than three feet high in the room. Inside the stove, there was red charcoal made of hardwood from Zhuozhou, Tongzhou, Jizhou, Yizhou, and Wanping and Daxing counties of Shun Tian Prefecture. There were also fragrant cakes in the stove, and the warm aroma filled the room.
A middle-aged man with a white face and a slight beard, wearing a moon-white brocade straight robe, a six-in-one melon skin round hat with a piece of green jade inlaid on it, and a pair of pink soles on his feet, was attentively checking the princess' pulse in front of the bed. Yang Ling quietly stood to the side with his hands behind his back. Occasionally, he would meet Yongfu's pair of soft, watery eyes. They were full of love and affection.
Yang Ling wore a turban on his head and a stone blue brocade robe with a leather belt around his waist. He looked handsome and extraordinary. No wonder the more Princess Yongfu looked at him, the more she fell in love with him.
This doctor was a famous doctor in Suzhou. Wuzhong had always had many medical officials, top scholars, and scholars who were both talented in painting and poetry. Doctor Ge was the descendant of a famous doctor in Wu County. The Ge family of Wu County had been passed down for six or seven generations since the Song, Yuan, and Ming Dynasties. This Mister Ge was the leader of the younger generation. Even if he had just accepted an apprentice, he would not bother to treat such a minor illness. However, when it came to the princess, he was extremely serious.
After a long time, Doctor Ge put down the princess's wrist and said respectfully, "Congratulations, Your Highness. Your minor illness has been cured. You just need to take care of yourself."
Princess Yongfu smiled sweetly and nodded her head, "Thank you, Mister Ge."
"I don't dare, I don't dare. It is this commoner's good fortune to be able to treat Your Highness' illness." Doctor Ge quickly stood up and bowed. Yang Ling smiled, "It is all because of Mister's miraculous hands that the princess recovered so quickly. Mister Ge, this duke will send you out. "
"I don't dare, I don't dare," Doctor Ge shook his hands and said fearfully, "This commoner doesn't dare to trouble Duke. Your Highness, Duke, this commoner will leave. " Doctor Ge quickly picked up his medicine box and bowed as he retreated out of the room. Then, two eunuchs held a lantern and led him along the corridor.
"See, he has already said it's done, but you are still worried. It's so late and you have to trouble Mister to make a trip." Yongfu looked at Yang Ling and smiled. Her tone was sweet, as if she was acting spoiled in front of her lover. The palace maids and eunuchs tactfully retreated out of the room and closed the door tightly.
In fact, if they didn't go out, they wouldn't be able to see the two of them. The room was delicately partitioned with all kinds of screens, creating a separate small space. It wasn't easy to get to the bed from the door. They were standing at a distance and could only hear the two of them talking.
But servants were very obedient. The first time they were chased out, how could they not remember the next time?
Yang Ling and Yongfu used the excuse of taking care of each other's illnesses to be very familiar with each other these days. Love between a man and a woman was the fastest way to bond, not to mention that the two of them already had feelings for each other.
Yang Ling smiled and sat on the chair, saying: "It's better to be careful. If you don't pay attention, a small illness can become a serious illness. Thinking about Young-niang at that time … It was my moment of carelessness that almost made me regret it for the rest of my life. Besides, I always felt that the way His Majesty looked at me was not right. When he told me to take care of you, his expression and tone were very strange, making me feel scared. It was as if he knew some secret. If I don't do my best, it seems like His Majesty will take the opportunity to punish me. "
Princess Yongfu pouted coquettishly: "Good, so you are afraid of Imperial Older Brother, that's why you take care of me! Humph! "
She pouted her small mouth and turned her head away coquettishly. Yang Ling's heart swayed when he saw that charming expression. He couldn't help but hold her soft hand and gently scrape the stubble on his chin. He said with a low laugh: "Xiu Ning, the way you look when you are angry is really pitiful and lovable."
Princess Yongfu giggled when she heard this. She rolled her eyes at him and said: "Look at you, using nice words to flatter me again." That voice was very sweet. It was obvious that Yang Ling's flattery was very effective on her.
"Hehe, when Xiu Ning smiles, it's like a spring flower blooming. It's even more breathtaking."
Yongfu was embarrassed from the praise. She pursed her small mouth and slowly lowered her head with a shy smile on her face.
Yang Ling praised again: "It's the gentleness when you lower your head, like a water lotus that can't stand the shyness of the cold wind!"
Yongfu had never heard such praise before. She only felt her heart tremble. Her hand that was held in the palm of his hand seemed to be sweating. She coyly hooked her finger and scratched his palm. She said in a sweet voice: "Alright, I don't dare to smile anymore."
"Even when you don't smile, you still have a unique charm. Every movement has its own style, and every movement of a beauty's smile is full of charm."
Yongfu rolled her eyes at him and said in a sweet voice: "Did you eat honey in your mouth? Your words are so sweet. Don't tell me that your wives were coaxed home like this?"
Yang Ling chuckled and said softly: "Xiu Ning baby's mouth is the one that has eaten honey. Your voice is very sweet."
Yongfu's heart swayed when he called her baby. It was a feeling that she had never felt before. No one had ever called her baby. When she heard this word, she felt as if she was being pampered by her beloved man. Her heart was really warm.
Yang Ling leaned over and took a bowl of bird's nest with rock sugar from the short table. He stirred it with a silver spoon and said softly: "Come, it's hot and cold now. Brother will feed you and then rest early."
"I'm not, I'm already good. It's you who insist on me lying on the bed. If there's nothing to do, I'll sleep. I'm not sleepy at all! I want you to accompany me! "Yongfu immediately held his forearm reluctantly, as if he was about to leave.
"I can't stand it, I can't stand it." Yang Ling couldn't stand this gentleness that others couldn't see. He picked up the bowl and brought it to Yongfu's lips and said: "Okay, okay, then brother will accompany you. Come, eat something first."
"En, I've become fat because of you." Yongfu obediently opened her small mouth and said with a shy smile.
After feeding her a small bowl of congee, Yang Ling picked up the silk handkerchief on the small table and gently wiped Yongfu's lips. Yongfu suddenly held his wrist and looked at Yang Ling with her bright eyes.
How could Yang Ling not see that kind of desire? Since the kiss with her the day before yesterday, this girl obviously wanted to taste it. Moreover, she didn't get tired of it.
Seeing Yang Ling put down the jade bowl and slowly lean over, Yongfu immediately closed her eyes in a "well-trained" manner. There was still a sweet smile at the corner of her mouth. Her inner charm came from the immersion of the zither, chess, poetry and books. Once it turned into a fire of passion, the charm that a woman like that revealed was truly amorous and could make one's soul vanish.
Especially after he had rested for a few days, not only had he recovered from his illness, but she, who had been nourished by love, was also full of vitality. Although no delicate and charming curves could be seen on her naked body wrapped under the thin blanket, a strand of fine black hair hanging down her forehead and a touch of pink softness on her neck made people feel that her body was light and agile, charming and bewitching. The thin blanket was full of lust, making people involuntarily feel a sense of tenderness for the fairer sex.
A light kiss was kissed on the soft and fragrant cherry lips, and then slowly slid down to the jade-like texture of ice porcelain. Yongfu's skin was the best of all the women Yang Ling had ever met. Her skin was slightly transparent, smooth and tender like a baby, but it was also extremely beautiful. It made people feel a kind of spiritual charm that emanated from her bones.
Especially today, Yongfu was no longer passively tasting. When Yang Ling's lips left, she actually hooked her arms around Yang Ling's neck. That pair of cherry lips came up and reluctantly kissed his lips. This kind of reaction made Yang Ling even more moved.
Yang Ling hadn't had a woman for a long time. His desire was gradually aroused. A big hand involuntarily slid under the quilt and explored Yongfu's chest. That place didn't feel full yet. It was soft and creamy, making people feel pity for it. This was the first time Yang Ling touched her body today. Yongfu couldn't help but tremble nervously. However, just as she raised her hand, she slowly put it back and quietly pinched the corner of the quilt.
Yang Ling couldn't restrain himself, especially since he was bored today. He had just seen an erotic book that he exchanged with his future brother-in-law, Emperor Zhengde. But he also knew that the person in front of him was a princess. It would be good to marry her. Now that he had done something that was too excessive, he would get into trouble if he wasn't careful.
Yang Ling only gently caressed for a while. He felt the small bud slowly rise up. Princess Yongfu's legs were twisted together. Her breathing was rapid, her cheeks were red, and her eyes were so wet that they were almost dripping water. He slowly removed his palm.
Yongfu's body relaxed a little. She lightly gasped and said, "You … you're so bad. I just got a little better, and you're already doing bad things …"
Yang Ling chuckled and said, "Oh, so you're saying that when you're too good, I can do bad things, right?"
Yongfu heard him picking on her tone and deliberately imitating her words. She couldn't help but be embarrassed. She let out a soft cry and buried her head in Yang Ling's arms. She was too embarrassed to lift it up again.
Yang Ling was seduced by her sometimes bold and sometimes shy and timid appearance. If someone ran out to invite him to a brothel now, maybe Yang Ling would immediately fall for it. But … it was a double son-in-law. Which guy's head was kicked by a donkey and dared to invite him to a brothel? Even if Yongfu didn't say anything, she would probably be torn to pieces by Xiang 'er.
As for going himself … Mr. Yang had never tried it. He had the heart but not the guts.
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After chatting with Yongfu for a while, Yang Ling patted Yongfu's shoulder and said, "Xiuning, it's getting late. You should rest early. I'll come to accompany you tomorrow morning, okay?"
"No, stay with me a little longer." When Yongfu heard this, she hugged him tighter and said vaguely.
She suddenly felt something on Yang Ling's waist. She touched it with her fingers. It looked like a book. She couldn't help but ask, "What's on your waist?"
Yang Ling thought she was talking about the front. He couldn't help but be shocked. He looked down. Nothing. Although her lower part was like a raging frog, she didn't touch him at all when he was sitting on the bed.
Yongfu saw that he was at a loss and didn't answer. She reached for his waist and took out a book and said, "I'm talking about this."
"Ah! That's … for me. It's not convenient for you to read. " When Yang Ling saw that it was a pornographic book that his brother-in-law had just exchanged with him, he couldn't help but be shocked. He hurriedly asked Yongfu for it.
Yongfu glanced at him. Seeing his anxious look, she couldn't help but feel even more strange. She sat up straight and pouted, "No, I want to see what's so secretive about it."
"No …" Before Yang Ling finished, Yongfu had already flipped open the book. She only flipped to the first page and Yongfu's cheeks were as red as fire. She glared at Yang Ling and said, "You … Why do you read these things?"
Yang Ling was surprised, "You've also read them?"
When Yongfu was looking for a son-in-law, the female officials in the palace had naturally given her a few erotic books and imparted this knowledge to her. However, she had never seen this book. Yongfu bit her lip and snorted. There was only one person she liked in front of her, and it was a quiet and dark room. In addition, she was already aroused. She actually had the courage to continue flipping.
On the swing, the woman was on top and the man was on the bottom. It was a happy scene. Next to them, there were flowers blooming and butterflies flying. The mood was very distant. There was a postscript next to it, "Inverted Lotus: Loathing the spring grass, flipping on top and falling. Jade-Like wrist pillow on shoulder, peach cheeks and cherry mouth connected. Bump bump bump, bump bump bump. Swaying flower heart tirelessly, slipping in the clear spring line. What a good willowy waist, it really doesn't stop. Aren't you ashamed? Are you ashamed? "
Yongfu looked at the painting and read the poem. For a moment, her amorous heart was rippling. She felt a ball of heat between her legs and couldn't help but twist them straight. Yang Ling was shocked and said dryly, "Uh … This is … This time, I left the capital and left home for a long time. I … I had nothing to do and saw that it was interesting, so I bought it …"
If it was something else, he would immediately use Zhu Houzhao as a scapegoat. He was the boss, if he didn't take the blame, who would? But this matter couldn't be said to a girl. Yang Ling was afraid that Yongfu would be unhappy, so he could only brace himself and say it.
Yongfu glanced at him and didn't respond. Yang Ling saw that she wasn't unhappy and instead had an amorous expression on her face. He couldn't help but feel relieved. Princess Yongfu blushed and lightly spat, saying, "I thought you were hiding something precious!" She threw the album to Yang Ling's side. The album flipped open and another painting appeared. Yang Ling saw the two lines of characters on the painting and couldn't help but recite the poem, "The cool breeze and the bright moon are nowhere to be found. Explore the spring at the bottom of the peach garden cave."
Yongfu looked at the painting and saw a beautiful peach on the embroidered couch. She couldn't help but blush and look away. When she raised her head, she met Yang Ling's fiery eyes.
Yongfu remembered what she said that day, "The cool breeze and the bright moon are priceless, distant mountains and nearby rivers all have feelings." She wanted to confirm this painting and couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Yang Ling's heroic and free manly aura moved her even more at this kind of charming moment. Yongfu's eyes became hazy and misty for a moment.
Yang Ling resisted the impulse in his heart and held her body. Yongfu unconsciously shifted her hips and her entire upper body was lying in his embrace. Yang Ling gently picked up the erotic album. As he gently flipped through it for her to see, he said in a low voice, "After you and I return to the capital, we will arrange the ceremony to become husband and wife. Sooner or later … sooner or later we will have to do these things. The love between a man and a woman, the joy of the bedroom, it all starts from here."
"Oh." It wasn't clear whether Yongfu agreed or objected. She only vaguely responded, but her eyes secretly glanced at the album. Her hands tightly held onto Yang Ling. It was clear that she was still very nervous. The skin on her neck exuded a very moving blush, as if she was slightly drunk. Her breathing was light and soft, extremely alluring.
Yang Ling peeked through his collar and saw a faint pink light, like a snowy halo, extremely enchanting. He couldn't help but feel his throat go dry. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control himself anymore. There were still palace maids and eunuchs standing outside the door. He couldn't be arrogant and reckless. He could only swallow with difficulty and say in a hoarse voice, "Ning 'er, be good. Don't look at these things for now. I … I'll go back first. You rest."
Yang Ling wanted to get up, but Yongfu snuggled in his embrace and refused to get up. She raised her head and said in a low voice, "Brother Ling, you … you've been away from home for a long time. Is it … is it that you can't bear it anymore?"
Yang Ling's voice was hoarse, but because of his guilty conscience, he didn't dare to clear his throat. He said in a low voice, "Ning 'er, we can't. There are people outside. This … this can't do."
"I … I'm destined to be your wife. Brother Ling, serving you is my duty. We …" Yongfu's face was so red it was like fire was about to seep out. But she gathered her courage and said, "You … you can just sit by the bed. I'll serve you."
"Ah? What? How? "Yang Ling was stunned.
Zhu Xiuning's eyes were like spring water as she looked at him. Her orchid-like finger lightly touched the album. At this time, it was a painting of "Playing the Flute on a Moonlit Night." Yang Ling's mind exploded. His soul floated and he couldn't tell which way was north …
The hardest thing to do was to let down a beauty. How could Yang Ling not let her taste the wonderful taste of love between a man and a woman first? The freshly peeled chicken head and the fresh bamboo shoots were tender and smooth. Her small breasts were soft and moist as he caressed them. Amidst the indistinct moans, his other hand reached under the quilt …
Yongfu bit her hair. Her chest rose and fell violently. Her cheeks looked like they were smeared with rouge. Her small mouth was open and she couldn't stop panting. Her eyes were misty and her snow-white nose and neck were covered with a thin layer of sweat. She was indescribably cute. With a soft cry, her legs suddenly straightened. In the midst of her trembling, this young girl who had just experienced love was sent to heaven by Yang Ling's caress, heaven on earth.
When she slowly woke up and saw Yang Ling wiping his hands with a wet towel, she couldn't help but jump into his arms shyly. After a while, she plucked up her courage and opened her robe, revealing the thing that she had been fondling in fear and shock for a while. Looking at the sturdy and firm thing, she was momentarily entranced.
If someone walked around the screen, they might see Yang Ling sitting on the big red sandalwood chair in front of the bed and the Princess lying on the low couch. Who would have thought that the room was actually a scene of spring?
As if hypnotized, Zhu Xiuning's little red mouth opened slightly. Her two soft lips were like blossoming petals, and her blurry pretty eyes gently closed. Then, under the guidance of her little hand, her little mouth slowly turned into an O shape, and her alluring peach cheeks slightly sunk in …
Yang Ling had an indescribable sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. Below him was an incomparably noble little princess. She should be high up and enjoy everyone's worship. But at this moment, she was very gentle and obedient in front of him. Her beautiful oval face was flushed. She was so cute. The feeling of floating made his whole body tremble.
The breeze swirled the veil. The full moon shone through the curtain. Her peach cheeks puffed up. Her fragrant tongue had nowhere to go. There was a faint chirping sound in the quiet room. Yang Ling's somewhat unfocused eyes unconsciously fell on the poem in the picture: "This flute is not the flute. Not bamboo, not silk, not stone. The sound of the flesh does not come from the mouth. The tassel rustles and the gauze hangs down. The palace, the merchant, and the horn cannot be distinguished. A little cherry blossoms, the slender fingers move frequently. Swallowing and spitting out two infatuated with love. Not realizing the beauty of understanding … "
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Taoist master Zhang sent someone to fetch Fu Bao back early in the morning. This girl slept with Yongchun and Xiang 'er last night. After all, she was a member of the royal family. He had to find all ways to get close to her. But he had to maintain a distance. Sometimes, it was better to be a little more mysterious. The psychological technique of being inconspicuous was not only effective between men and women.
But Fu Bao sent him back. It was said that Princess Xiang 'er and Princess Yongchun got along very well with her. That was why she had repeatedly asked him to stay. And the real reason, of course, was only known to Fu Bao.
She would not return to Mysterious Temple. She had decided that from now on, she would not step into any Taoist temple unless she was at least eight hundred miles away from Yang Ling.
She had a dream last night. It was an annoying spring dream. She dreamt that she was next to a pond of spring water, just like the scenery of that night. But in the dream, she did not resist like that day. Instead, she was in love with Yang Ling.
She kept telling herself not to get close to him. Even if she could not cultivate to become an immortal, she would not marry this womanizer. But for some reason, in the dream, she greedily enjoyed the wonderful feelings that Yang Ling gave her. At this moment, she suddenly realized that she had been chased out of the red tent. The person who was receiving Yang Ling's tenderness and sweetness was clearly Princess Yongfu.
She was sad and upset. She wanted to rush over but was stopped by Yongchun and Xiang 'er. The two of them held her back. She had no strength to struggle free. She could only watch as Yang Ling and Yongfu were intimate. In the dream, Fu Bao was extremely angry, extremely wronged. But she could not take a step, could not open her mouth, could not close her eyes. She was so anxious that her heart was about to break. But suddenly, she woke up from the dream with a head full of cold sweat.
Fu Bao discovered that on the large carved bed, the two princesses who were well-behaved when they were sleeping had rolled to her side. Like octopuses, not only were they pressing down on her hands, they were also pressing down on her legs. Fu Bao did not know whether to laugh or cry. But thinking about the scene in the dream, she was actually willing to be under Yang Ling's body. Her heart was filled with indignation.
Thinking about it carefully, 'Half a bright moon and a river, red silk hangs on top of the White Bones Mountain. When the war starts, the shadows of spring move. Before the statue of Laojun, there is a lover'. Out of the four verses that her father left behind, it seemed that three verses had been realized. The last verse was on the statue of Laojun. If she were to return to the Daoist temple, who knows if that despicable fellow would suddenly run to her door and inexplicably realize the last verse?
"I have decided, to pass by the Daoist temple but not enter, to see Laojun but not bow. No matter how slippery you are, what can you do to me?" Zhang Fubao stood at the top of the hill and faced the spring breeze. She angrily clenched her fists. It was as if the lover that her father told her about was a trap set by Yang Ling.
She, Lady Zhang, naturally wanted to escape from his trap. It was as if that destiny was a trap set by Yang Ling. Children always had a rebellious mentality.
Of course it had to be like this. She, the brave and fearless little Celestial Master with remarkable powers, had only one mission, which was to escape from Yang Ling's trap, to expose his conspiracy and not to let his tricks succeed! So she would rather stay by Yang Ling's side than go near the statue of Laojun. Surely there would be no danger this way, right?
"To get close to someone in order to escape, is there anyone smarter than me in this world?" As Zhang Fubao thought about it, the inexplicable grievance and resentment in her heart disappeared. She began to feel complacent.
Just as her lips curled into a complacent smile, Princess Yongchun skipped over and said, "Fu Bao, look, this' Qian Li Yan 'made by Yang Ling is really amazing. I just ordered the craftsman to make me a pair. I got this from my brother. Try it and see if it's fun."
"Something made by Yang Ling? How annoying. The more I don't want to have anything to do with him, the more people mention him in front of me! " Zhang Fubao curled her lips and thought, "I don't want to touch things made by him, but … Qian Li Yan … I'll try it!"
Zhang Fubao took the telescope and put it to her eyes. Princess Yongchun said excitedly, "Look, you can see the bells on the pagoda clearly. Look over there, the willow branch. I was shocked when I first saw it. When I saw the willow branch moving, I immediately dodged. Hehehe, it turned out that the willow branch was far away. It was already in front of me. I was afraid that it would hit my face." Princess Yongchun giggled.
Zhang Fubao furrowed his brows like a little adult and thought to himself, "What's there to be surprised about a little brat? Why don't I feel that this thing he made is anything special?"
She moved the lens impatiently to look elsewhere. Suddenly, a figure jumped out from the lens. The face was too close, as if it was about to reach her mouth. Zhang Fubao was so scared that she exclaimed and subconsciously took a few steps back.
She put down the 'Qian Li Yan' and saw Yang Ling walking towards them with his head held high and chest out. He was still a few dozen steps away. "Sigh, not only do people not want to see more people, but they also want to see people alive." Zhang Fubao frowned his delicate eyebrows in distress. Princess Yongchun, who was beside him, laughed so hard that she couldn't stand straight. "Haha, I already told you, and you still got scared. You're even more timid than me. Hahahaha …"
"Hahaha, hello Your Highnesses, hello Little Celestial Master. You're having a good time. We're leaving for Hangzhou today. Is there anything special that you want to bring along? I'll send someone to buy it for you. "Yang Ling said with a smile.
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