"Now I just feel like all my previous days have been in vain." Lu Zhicheng kissed Zhou Chi's smooth shoulder and sighed with satisfaction, "Brother, I feel light and airy now, and my whole body is full of energy." Take the risk of comfort.”
"You only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals?" Zhou Chi smiled softly.
"Yeah, I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals. I would say that I have become an immortal, and I won't change it for a heavenly palace. Hehehehe," Lu Zhicheng pinched Zhou Chi's chin and kissed it again, while he was vague. Authentic, "Brother, last night... were you feeling well?"
Zhou Chi suddenly felt extremely embarrassed: "You... why are you asking this?"
Lu Zhicheng felt a little uncomfortable, but he still had to bite the bullet and said: "I'm afraid..."
What he was afraid of, he didn't say anything, and Zhou Chi didn't ask, but both of them knew it.
Last night, facing the criss-cross scars on Zhou Chi's back, Lu Zhicheng almost used all the tenderness in his life, but he had no other experience except that absurdity, although he was very clumsy. , I could only carefully observe Zhou Chi's expression. He was so gentle that Zhou Chi never frowned from beginning to end.
He wanted Zhou Chi to feel comfortable, he wanted Zhou Chi to forget all about the past, and he wanted Zhou Chi's future memories to be filled with the good things between them.
"Comfortable," although he was feeling ashamed, Zhou Chi still blushed and spoke. His eyelashes trembled violently, and his voice became smaller and smaller, but it clearly reached Lu Zhicheng's ears, "It's very comfortable."
"Really?" Lu Zhicheng was so surprised that his hair almost stood on end, "Brother, am I really comfortable serving you?"
Zhou Chi's ears were so red that they were bleeding. He almost wanted to cut Lu Zhicheng's mouth, so he bit his chin viciously.
Lu Zhicheng, however, had a smile on his face, and he didn't hide away. He suddenly pulled the quilt and covered the two of them tightly.
The sixth day of the twelfth lunar month in the first year of Tianding
Beidi.
Song Tong and his party entered Beidi yesterday. Because Song Fu was old and the road was blocked by heavy snow, the journey was much slower than when they came. At this pace, it would probably take six or seven days to reach the capital. Come someday.
It was almost dusk, and the group of people settled on the grassland. A group of guards set up tents and fed horses. Jixiang carefully helped Song Fu off the horse: "Uncle Song, be careful where you step."
"Good girl," Song Fu said with a smile. He had always liked Jixiang, and Jixiang had served him wholeheartedly. The old man felt even more fond of Jixiang. He smiled and said to Jixiang, "Jixiang, can you be my girl?" ?”
Ji Xiang was startled, and his heart immediately warmed up: "Uncle Song, thank you for looking up to me, but with such a humble background, how can I be your daughter?"
Jixiang was sold into the Beidi Palace at an early age. She was born as a lowly slave in Beidi, and now her mother is working as a maid in Song Tong's house. How dare she expect to be Song Fu's daughter and call her Song Tong? Brother
"You girl, you have always been stubborn. You come from a humble background. How can it be that I, old man, am from a noble family? Haven't I also been a slave to Lord Long Live for half my life?" Song Fu smiled and patted the back of Ji Xiang's hand. While raising his head, he called to Song Tong, who was directing people to set up the tent, "Tong'er, come here."
Song Tong heard the sound and ran over in a hurry: "Dad, do you want me to have something wrong?"