The wind comes from the north, but the people in the wind are going all the way to the north. The carriage bypassed Xiaoshan Chong, and quietly passed the blank area between Yanjing and Cangzhou. When it was about to reach Beihai, it snowed again at the end of February.
This place is bleak and cold, and it is different from other places. The carriage is covered with a thin layer of snow, like black bread with crumbs, walking slowly on the road in the wilderness.
Wang Qinian, who was driving the car, was wearing a rain hat, barely used to block the snow, but his eyelashes and beard on his lips were still covered by the snow, making him look a bit miserable, but his eyes were always cloudy and lifeless. At this moment in the snowstorm, it looked so clear and sharp, slowly sweeping across the road, not letting go of any suspicious movements.
Wang Qinian is already very old, but such a big snowstorm still didn't make him show any tired feeling. This old guy is as thin as a monkey, but his muscles are like a kind of bone, full of strength and energy, so The long journey did not make him uncomfortable at all. It is also thanks to this powerful figure, one of the wings of the Overwatch Council, that he was able to keep disguising, opening up joints, forging documents along the way, breaking through the countless inspection lines of the Nanqing court, and successfully getting the carriage to a place not far from the border. place.
Back then, he was a gangster who roamed across the central and northern parts of the mainland, so it was really suitable for him to make a living. When the carriage passed a mountain pass and passed the small bridge above the Xuexi River, Wang Qinian finally breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the carriage had crossed the border and came to the territory of the Northern Qi Dynasty, and there was nothing that could harm the carriage. The life of the adult here is safe. However, immediately after, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of Wang Qinian's lips. I really don't know how the current situation has developed into the situation in front of me. They are all Qing people, but they have to step into the enemy's land to feel it. to real security.
Feeling the carriage jolt under him, Fan Xian in the carriage woke up leisurely. His professional life over the years made him clearly aware that the road the carriage ran over was a bit different from the road he used to escape hard these days. , although there is no true energy in his body at this time, the 36,000 pores on his body and the subtle touch of those skins still haven't disappeared.
He gathered the thick sheepskin on his body, coughed twice, opened a corner of the window, looked out of the car, and saw that the carriage was walking on a wooden bridge that looked familiar. It is a territory with similar scenery but absolutely different atmosphere. It was winter now, no matter how familiar the scenery was, it would be different, but Fan Xian still could tell from the direction of the stream and the direction of the hills on both sides that the carriage was passing the Wudu River.
Back then when he was sent to Northern Qi in the name of a young Poet Fairy, Xiao En arrived here, and it was also here, the first time he saw Begonia Blossoming, how could he forget it
Fan Xian's face was pale without a trace of blood, even his thin lips looked a bit dull, the injuries in his body still showed no signs of improvement, and the meridians crushed by the emperor's finger were still riddled with holes. Qi protection, these days of running and exhaustion and the severe cold outside the car finally made him fall ill again.
Thick sheepskin wrapped his body, with only one head exposed. There was a small heater in the carriage, but it seemed that there was no heat at all. Fan Xian narrowed his eyes, staring blankly at the land of Northern Qi beyond the bridge, let out a breath of hot air, and fell into deep thought.
In this head-to-head confrontation with His Majesty the Emperor, Fan Xian had already displayed the peak strength that he could reach in this life, but he was still crushed by a single finger, and the meridians in his body were so broken that the natural qi contained in Xiao Zhoutian , was also forced to disperse among the internal organs, and could not be condensed at all. The only thing that could be useful seemed to be the mysterious booklet Ku He left him, but the vitality between the heaven and the earth was too thin, like this I don't know how many years it will take to repair it.
After crossing the Wudu River, the North Sea was not far away. The meridians in his body were all broken. Fan Xian naturally thought of Haitang Duoduo. Back then, his meridians were all broken, and he relied on Haitang's careful care and treatment in Jiangnan. The injury was even more serious, and Haitang didn't know if she had escaped from the capital.
Fan Xian didn't worry much about the safety of the shadow, because he knew that the shadow was most similar to himself. As long as he plunged into the sea of people, no matter what their identities were, they would all be able to live well and safely, and live incomparably. Moisturize. But Haitang is different from Wang Shisanlang. Although the two of them are the top young powerhouses in the world, they haven't studied these survival skills after all.
Fan Xian didn't know much about the news about the capital. When he was hiding in the rockery in the Yan Mansion, Lord Yan Ruohai would tell him about the current situation in the capital every day. He knew that His Majesty the Emperor had woken up. However, after leaving Beijing, he and Wang Qinian just walked forward in silence, actively cutting off contact with the former subordinates of the Overwatch Council and all parties in the world belonging to Fan Xian's control.
On the one hand, it was for safety, and on the other hand, it was part of the agreement between Fan Xian and His Majesty. Fan Xian knew that as long as he survived, His Majesty would not attack those people, and it would be inappropriate for him to contact these people himself.
The cold wind came in from the window, and Fan Xian's eyes narrowed even more. He didn't expect the weather to be so cold at the end of February. How can such a frail body resist the deep cold
Fan Xian tucked his hands and feet into the thick sheepskin, leaned against the window exhausted and haggard, let the snowflakes hit his face, quietly looked at the winter forest on the other side of the bridge, and thought of the forest that year Here, the flower girl carrying the flower basket stood quietly. If she was by my side at this time, perhaps the trip to the temple would be much easier.
The four words "Tian Suiren Wish" seem to refer to Fan Xian's current situation. Fan Xian looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in the winter forest, and at the flowers and colors that appeared in the white, and couldn't help feeling that his eyes were not it took.
"It's time to take medicine." The carriage passed the wooden bridge and stopped steadily. Wang Qinian rubbed his hands and got into the carriage, filled a bowl of medicinal soup that had been warming on the stove, and brought it to Fan Xian. Hearing Fan Xian cough a few times, he felt a little worried.
Fan Xian stretched out his hand from the sheepskin, pointed at the distant winter forest outside the window with a smile, and said, "The medicine is there."
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To Fan Xian's surprise, there was Wang Shisanlang who was waiting for him at the Wudu River with Haitang. Contrary to when he assassinated the emperor in front of the Tai Chi Hall, Wang Shisanlang's silent and firm figure flashed out from behind Haitang, quietly watching the approaching carriage.
The curtain of the car was lifted, and snowflakes flew in. Fan Xian looked at the two life-and-death acquaintances, and reluctantly twitched the corners of his lips, as if he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. After all, he just sighed and said, "No Thinking of you running faster than me."
"We left Beijing later than you." Haitang slapped the icicles off the thick padded jacket, and sat next to Fan Xian, wondering if she thought of the encounter in the capital last month, the smile on the girl's face when they met again Gradually, he calmed down, and said calmly: "I heard that because you escaped from the capital first, the Nanqing court's search force weakened, so we had a chance."
Fan Xian nodded, coughed twice, and said, "It's good to be alive, and there is no need to say thank you among the few of us. The matter in the capital was originally related to your two old monster masters." If you want to say thank you, after all, you should thank me."
Haitang sighed, stared blankly at his pale face, shook her head and said with a smile: "I thought you would have to mature after this battle, but I didn't expect you to still be so fond of joking."
"Mature? I have matured for twenty years before my life, and it took me a while to regain some youthful flavor. How could I abandon it?" Fan Xian responded with a smile, turned to Wang Shisanlang, and after a moment of silence "How's your injury?" he asked.
From the moment Thirteenth Wang came into Fan Xian's sight, Fan Xian keenly noticed that there was something wrong with Thirteenth Wang's body. It seemed that the right arm that was killed by His Majesty could never recover.
A sincere and sincere swordsman, but the hand holding the sword is half useless. There is no doubt that this is an extremely fatal blow. However, Wang Shisanlang's expression did not change at all, and he responded softly: "Your family The old man's zhenqi is too domineering, all the meridians and muscles of my right arm have been smashed, and there is no way to heal it."
"I tried it on the road, but the effect was mediocre." Haitang Duoduo gave Wang Shisanlang a worried look. The two most beloved disciples of the great master accompanied him through the encirclement, and they were already very familiar with each other.
Fan Xian coughed twice, and said calmly, "Let me take a look." After saying this, he put two fingers on Wang Shisanlang's pulse gate, and then he came out of the cloud with one hand like a dragon's claw. Upwards, he carefully stroked Wang Shisanlang's unable to use his right arm, and the expression on his face became more and more serious.
Wang Shisanlang was silent for a moment, and said: "I have been injured many times in my life, it's not a big deal."
Fan Xian shook his head, and said, "Buy some high-quality gold needles in Shangjing, let me try..." Then he turned around, covered his lips with his fist, coughed twice, and then panted, and said, "Everything is fine." Now that this is the case, what else is there to hide between us? Let him pass on Tianyi's method."
Haitang was silent for a moment, then nodded, Tianyi Daozhen Qi has a miraculous effect on repairing meridian injuries, although it is the secret of the Qingshan lineage, but Haitang had privately passed it to Fan Xian back then, and now it is used to save Wang Shisanlang His kendo career is also considered feasible.
Thirteenth Wang suddenly raised his head, and heard some good news from Fan Xian's words, even though he was a brave man who didn't care about external things, he couldn't help frowning at this moment: "Can this injury be cured? "
"Not necessarily, but you have to try." Fan Xian closed his eyes wearily, and said, "At least eating should be fine, but if you want to return to the original state, I'm afraid you won't be able to... I advise you Now start to practice the left hand again, the left hand is good...you know that there was a man named Jing Wuming who was famous for his left hand, of course his right hand was hidden deeper, if you can practice both hands well, it will be great."
There was a moment of silence in the carriage, and Thirteenth Wang suddenly smiled calmly and said, "Then I will practice my left hand first, and then I will practice my right hand when I have time."
Haitang Duoduo quietly looked at Fan Xian, whose eyes were closed and his face was pale. She felt a lot of strange emotions in her heart. Over the years, she and Fan Xian had seen less and parted more, but the two never needed each other. Too many words, you can know the other party's mind. However, at this moment, Haitang Duoduo suddenly found that she could not see through Fan Xian.
During the Battle of the Imperial Palace in Kyoto, Haitang Duoduo found clearly and shocked that the current Fan Xian has faintly surpassed the ninth-rank upper realm recognized by the world, and he was able to hold himself and Wang Shisanlang together. The emperor fought head-on for several rounds, and he was able to injure Emperor Qing, so he knew how terrifying Fan Xian's strength had reached now.
"You...have you understood something?" Haitang asked a question without beginning or end.
Fan Xian understood immediately, opened his eyes, shook his head, and said with a slight smile, "If I really understood, I wouldn't have suffered such a miserable defeat in the palace."
As soon as these words came out, the three young men in the carriage fell silent at the same time. Their thoughts seemed to return to the snowstorm in the palace. These three young masters with the most powerful and potential in the world... , and the number one assassin in the world, but when facing that bright yellow figure, he still seemed so insignificant.
Thinking about Emperor Qing's expression that day, even though the people in the carriage managed to injure him, they still felt a little irresistible.
"There are no real gods in this world. Your Majesty has suffered more serious injuries than you and me." Fan Xian's indifferent words broke the suffocating atmosphere in the carriage, "If I am not useless at this time, and Thirteen is not disabled, you I also vomited three buckets of blood, in fact, the best choice at this moment should be to go back to Kyoto again."
Haitang smiled slightly, thinking that only Fan Xian could come up with such a bold plan, her thoughts moved slightly, she looked at his pale face quietly and asked, "How is your injury?"
"It's worse than Thirteen, basically there is no chance of recovery." Fan Xian calmly described his injuries, and said, "But I don't care about these. Since you can't beat His Majesty by fighting, it's like a child can't beat someone in a fight. , to find relatives who are bigger than yourself is the eternal way."
Haitang didn't understand the meaning of Fan Xian's words for the time being, the tiredness in her bright lake-like eyes slightly subsided, and she asked calmly, "Those thunders on the square in front of the palace...do you know what they are?"
"It's a box." Fan Xian's lips curled up slightly, "It's my box, probably Ku He and Si Gu Jian also mentioned that box to you. But don't look at me like that, I don't know where the box is now Whose hands, and don't think the box is too scary, if it is really a divine weapon, His Majesty would not only be seriously injured, but would have died a long time ago."
After being silent for a long time, Haitang asked: "I have always had something that I can't figure out. Since you and Emperor Qing are mutually restrictive and no one is willing to let Nanqing have civil strife, why didn't you choose to escape from the capital and live in seclusion instead? Do you want to make a move?"
Fan Xian was also silent for a long time, and the calmness in his eyes became more and more intense, and he said in a harmonious voice: "First, I want to prove to His Majesty that I have the right to negotiate with him on an equal footing. Talk to him in front of him. Secondly, it is certainly a solution to withdraw from the capital and live in seclusion, but His Majesty will not want me to get out of control. The most important thing is... I am not reconciled."
He closed his eyes, and said quietly: "I can choose to go out to sea like Ye Liuyun and Mr. Fei, and ignore world affairs from now on, no matter how many people will die if the war continues on this continent, but I am not reconciled... No one can stop him, Then in history, he must be right."
This is the principle of success and defeat. If no one can stop Emperor Qing, there will never be any breath of Ye Qingmei left in history, and Chen Pingping will also be doomed to become a person full of evil, heinous, and finally killed by Ling Chi eunuchs.
Fan Xian was not reconciled to the soul from his hometown. The result of his hard work on this continent turned into a vast expanse of whiteness and the land was really clean, so he had to make the most daring attempt.
"I have to try again." Fan Xian narrowed his eyes slightly. "Although I lost, at least I don't have any regrets. When I die in the future, I can always tell myself that I have finally lived bravely once in my life."
The medicinal soup on the heater was making a slight sound, and a ray of medicinal fragrance enveloped the carriage. Haitang stared blankly at Fan Xian, and asked softly, "Then what will you do next?"
In the current situation, Fan Xian fought a thunderous blow, but still failed. Emperor Qing was seriously injured and lay in the palace, but he did not die after all, and the mighty national power of Qing still existed, and no one could face and resist this lion. As far as Fan Xian is concerned, if he wants to keep the emperor Lao Tzu's sincerity in fulfilling his promise, he can't do anything to anger the court of the Qing Kingdom. It seems that the only way for Fan Xian is to hide in a small mountain village and get through it. One road for the rest of my life.
"I'm going to the temple. I don't know if you are interested." Fan Xian sincerely extended the invitation.
Wang Shisanlang's eyes lit up, and Haitang Duoduo smiled after being slightly startled, and said, "Master Wang must have had a hard journey this way, I'll go catch a car."
"Do you know the way?" Fan Xian laughed and couldn't help coughing twice.
Haitang didn't turn her head back, she replied with a smile: "You mentioned something in the south of the Yangtze River back then, so it should be in the north."
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From the Wudu River to the official road, the broad-leaved forest beside the road gradually becomes a needle-like existence. Accompanied by the beautiful icicles on the trees beside the road, the road covered with residual snow can pass all the way to Shangjing, the capital of the Northern Qi Dynasty.
The dilapidated and vicissitudes of the city wall in Shangjing City are also covered with a piece of snow. Although the southern part of Nanqing River is probably already a warm day with spring buds blooming, grass growing and insects singing, this year's Northern Qi Light snow falls continuously in the territory, and the temperature has not been able to rise, and the main tone is still white.
The bright yellow imperial umbrella is like a strange flower on the snow, blooming on the ancient city of Shangjing, and the light snow falls on the top of the umbrella without making a sound. His Majesty the Emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty and his favorite Concubine Li, dressed in extremely luxurious furs, stood under an umbrella in front of countless eunuchs, court ladies and ministers of the Northern Qi court, silently watching the road leading to the capital.
It didn't take long for a carriage with an unusual appearance to come slowly from the intersection in the southwest direction. The gate of the upper capital was opened wide, and a caravan-like team came out to meet it.
The Northern Qi Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, and he put his hands behind his back. There was a touch of unhealthy rosiness on his pale face. He looked at the carriage and couldn't help sighing softly. This sigh was so depressing that no one could hear it except Si Lili beside him.
At this time, Si Lili was holding a tightly wrapped baby, and lowered his head to arrange the warm scarf on the baby's head. Suddenly, he heard a sigh from beside him, with a gloomy expression in his pupils, he raised his head and said softly: "So It's cold, or... let the nuns carry the red bean rice down first?"
From the eleventh year to the twelfth year of Qingli, the Northern Qi court maintained an extremely rare suppression and tolerance towards the unpredictable situation in the south. It was only through the army mobilized by Uesugi Tiger that it helped Fan Xian stabilize Dongyi City. situation. The most important reason why the Northern Qi court did not take advantage of the great opportunity of Emperor Qing's rebellion with Fan Xian and his son to seek greater benefits was that since last autumn, the Emperor of Northern Qi had contracted a serious illness and was released by Nan Qing. Mr. Qingshan Mupeng who went to the capital could not be cured for a while, His Majesty stayed sick for several months, and even rarely saw his courtiers, let alone took care of state affairs.
The government affairs are basically dealt with by the Empress Dowager. The Emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty was ill for several months. Fortunately, the matter of the royal family's blood that worried the subjects of the Northern Qi Dynasty had finally spread the good news during this year. Successfully gave birth to a princess.
Perhaps because of this good news, His Majesty's illness gradually recovered, and the people in the Northern Qi court were all overjoyed. Although Concubine Li gave birth to a prince, thousands of people thought that His Majesty is still young after all, as long as there is a beginning, Naturally, you can continue to live later.
This little princess of the Northern Qi Dynasty has not yet taken her correct name, but the Northern Qi Emperor and Concubine Li privately gave this pink and jade-like child a nickname, Red Bean Rice, although this nickname is really ugly enough, The loss of royal dignity caused a lot of comments from the eunuchs and maids in the palace, but in the end it was called like this.
Hearing Si Lili's words, the Northern Qi Emperor frowned in annoyance, looked back at the daughter in her arms, and said angrily, "These little people are really troublesome enough."
Si Lili's face remained unchanged, but his heart was full of smiles. He thought to himself that the red bean rice in his arms had really caused a lot of trouble for His Majesty, but fortunately everything passed smoothly. Suddenly she looked at her abdomen sadly, her body looked bloated, she had the appearance of a pregnant woman, but after all, there was no seed in her stomach.
She knew very well why His Majesty braved the cold today to carry the princess up the city wall to look at the carriage, because after the carriage entered the territory of Northern Qi, it contacted the Northern Qi court. Both the Emperor of Northern Qi and she knew that the carriage Where will they go next, and... no one is optimistic that they will come back, Your Majesty probably... just want that man from the south to take a look at this child with his own eyes before leaving.
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On the official road not far from the city wall of Shangjing, it was a different scene. The lonely carriage met the caravan coming out of Shangjing City. Fan Xian, wrapped in thick fur clothes, rarely got out of the carriage. He stared blankly at the young man in front of him, feeling a lot of emotions in his heart. , For a while, the eye sockets were a little wet, but he couldn't say anything.
From the spring of the fourth year of Qingli to today, eight years have passed in a blink of an eye. The Fan Sizhe in front of him has changed from the pockmarked and annoying child back then to a mature, stable young man with a businesslike style. . At this moment, Fan Xian suddenly had the illusion that he was old, walked forward, hugged his brother tightly, and didn't say much.
The two brothers didn't spend much time together, but Fan Xian never lost his exhortations and teachings, and his letters never stopped. He knew how hard it was for brothers to work alone in Northern Qi, but as the saying goes, If you can't cut it, you can't make it, you have to be willing and bear it.
"Brother." Fan Sizhe looked at his brother whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and thought about the things that happened in the southern capital, and then thought that his brother was about to embark on a road of no return that the world thinks, so he couldn't help crying out of grief , Said: "Father and mother are both in Danzhou, and grandma is not in good health now, so you just left, what should we do?"
"This damn kid!" Fan Xian's heart warmed slightly, but he coughed and cursed with a smile, "It's as if I'm going to die, and my father in Danzhou will naturally take care of it. If you have time, you can go back and watch it." Look, do your filial piety for me..." Speaking of this verse, he sighed and didn't say anything else. Fan Sizhe knew that under the current situation, it was impossible for his brother to return to Danzhou, because His Majesty would not allow him to live. down.
"The things you've been asked to prepare these years, are you ready?" Fan Xian didn't want the brothers to meet, so he fell into such a sad mood, forced to change the subject, and said seriously: "This is going to be difficult and dangerous, and I don't know what I will face. The things I want you to prepare are for my life, you can't be a profiteer."
The joke wasn't funny, so Fan Sizhe couldn't laugh, and responded with a humming voice. Those things were all in the caravan, and the caravan would follow Fan Xian out of the North Gate, so naturally there was no need to take them out at this time.
The two brothers left the convoy, and then talked carefully for a while, about Danzhou, about Kyoto, about parents, about grandmother, about Ruoruo, sister-in-law and nephew.
When they were about to say goodbye, the two brothers returned to the side of the convoy. Fan Sizhe frowned slightly when he thought of something, and personally took out a heavy urn from a carriage, carried it to Fan Xian, and asked doubtfully. : "His Majesty sent this from Dongyi City. He said it was something you told me not to forget. What is it? It's so heavy... I didn't dare to open it."
Fan Xian's expression suddenly became serious, and then he smiled slightly, knowing that he might not be able to hold such a heavy jar with his physical strength, waved to the carriage, and said to Wang Shisanlang who came down: "Come on, since your right arm I have some strength, hurry up and hug your master, your master is too heavy for me to hold."
As soon as this remark came out, everyone around the convoy was stunned. As for Fan Sizhe, who was holding the urn, his face couldn't help but change. How could he have thought that what he was holding was the ashes of Sigu Jian? The remains of a great master!
Wang Shisanlang's complexion also changed, he took the urn carefully as if he was holding a treasure, and returned to the carriage without saying a word. Fan Xian couldn't help crying in his heart when he saw this scene, thinking about the journey along the way. On, do you want to stay with the dead every day
"Why?" Wang Shisanlang suddenly poked his face out of the carriage, and asked with a slight frown.
"Your master told me that if I want to go to the temple, I must carry him with me." Fan Xian shrugged helplessly.
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Seeing Fan Sizhe, who was kneeling in the snow to see off his brother as the convoy had already set off and left slowly, Si Lili on the top of the wall suddenly had an unconcealable sense of disappointment and sadness in his eyes. She turned her head to look at the Looking at the Northern Qi Emperor, he said quietly: "Why doesn't he want to enter Beijing?"
The Northern Qi emperor looked calm, with his hands behind his back, and said in silence for a moment: "Since he has a bet with Emperor Qing, he is naturally willing to accept the bet and refuse to be used by me, so how can he enter the city? To go to the temple, he asked the elders of the Fan family Second, after preparing for such a long time, it will definitely pay off if you think about it, so don't worry too much."
"But why doesn't Dodo come to talk to us?"
"She is now Fan Xian's friend. This must be understood by the whole world." After the emperor finished speaking, an extremely complicated expression flashed in his pupils, and he was about to turn around and leave the city. At this moment, His eyes suddenly lit up, giving birth to a touch of satisfaction.
On the motorcade that was leaving under the city, Fan Xian was waving towards him with a smile on his face. The Northern Qi Emperor smiled slightly, and was about to wave his hand in response, but suddenly realized that something was wrong, so he forcibly lowered his arms, and just sighed inwardly.
Fan Xian put down his hands, sat back in the carriage, looked at Shisanlang Wang who was holding Sigujian's ashes and never let go of them, and Haitang who was leaning against the window to watch the scenery of his home country, and said to himself, women, Goodbye, brothers.
Goodbye often means not seeing each other again, but Fan Xian doesn't think so. Everyone in the world who knows his plan thinks he's a lunatic and thinks he can't get out of the temple alive, but...he doesn't believe this A little, because Ye Qingmei can, so can he.
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(This chapter title Suzaku Ji has also been used... It's just that the writing in the past two days is a bit rough and scattered, which is really a headache. I underestimated the busyness of the New Year's Eve, and I always hope to be able to write on the New Year's Eve. At the end of that day, I was in a hurry to plan a consummation to celebrate the new year. This kind of thinking seems a bit inappropriate now... I still have to write seriously and calmly. If I can't finish writing on New Year's Eve, I would rather write for a few more days That's good. Of course, I still hope that I can just finish writing on New Year's Eve. I really hope to have a consummation, ha ha.) (, If you want to know what will happen next, please log in, more chapters, Support the author, support genuine!)