mtl008 Chapter 278 Women's Meeting
Chapter 278 Women's Meeting
That night.
The huge palace was brightly lit.
Gorgeous glass cups of various shapes reflected the golden bricks and jade tiles, shining brilliantly and dazzlingly, almost covering up the bright moon and stars in the night sky.
Standing in the depths of the palace and gazing at the heaven and earth, I felt that everything around me was as unreal as a dream - perhaps it was because the overlapping of light and shadow was too desolate.
The inner palace is good in every way, but it’s a pity that it lacks the touch of worldly life and there isn’t a single trace of human touch.
Outside the Yangxin Hall.
My aunt sat alone leaning against the beam, silently looking at this lonely world, and her beautiful eyes gradually lost their luster.
She was very familiar with this palace city since she was a baby. She had seen the old emperor and countless women of the Du family... She had also played and chased with the young masters and young ladies of those officials' families in Xingyuan.
Afterwards, he left the imperial city and lived alone in Shangchu Town, Lin'an, and in the Blood Clothes Tower in Danxia, where he also made three or two close friends.
But now she only received the message from Miss Xiu, while Deng Hong's communication jade did not move at all.
Did Sister Hong and her family leave the State of Chu, or... are they already dead?
After becoming acquainted with Zhao Qing, she spent nearly a year in the small compartment on the third floor of the Purple Pearl Spirit Boat.
It was also at that time that she reluctantly communicated with Zhao Qing's spiritual consciousness for the first time, and they also had more physical contact, and slowly accepted Gu Qinghuan's existence.
Three years in Lanxian and seven years in Songshan.
The years passed by so quickly that I found myself back in this palace... but the inner palace had become even more desolate.
Wang Shuyue hugged Qinghuan's delicate body tightly, pressed her head against her body, and carefully hooked her hair with her slender jade fingers to help her tie it into a gorgeous bun.
After Qing Huan's Dantian was damaged, her wood spirit roots lacked spiritual energy to mobilize, and she could no longer fulfill the agreement with Zhao Qing to increase or decrease hair growth. If she wanted to cut her hair short again in the future...
Shuyue's nimble hands slowly stopped moving. She glanced at Xiaoyi and whispered softly, "Are you still thinking about your uncle?"
Zhou Xiaoyi came back to her senses in surprise, and her cold expression became relaxed.
"Why miss him?"
The empress took off her jade hairpin, smiled, and knelt on the jade steps, leaning over to help Qinghuan with her hair. "It just reminded me of the past. I often came to the palace when I was a baby, but I didn't expect that after so many years of ups and downs, I would be able to return here again."
That's it.
Shuyue raised her bright eyes slightly, staring straight at the serene and serious face before her. As her aunt inserted the jade hairpin into Qinghuan's black hair, she raised her head lightly and tossed the loose hair on her forehead to one side...
Her beautiful eyes fluttered gently, and her slender hand slapped Qinghuan's butt hard, causing the woman to moan softly.
Snapped!
My aunt slapped me again and scolded me angrily with a smile: "You slut, you want men so much? Can't you live without Zhao Qing for one night?"
Originally, the three of them were on the same front, but who would have thought that at the critical moment, Qinghuan would turn against them and kneel on the ground humbly to express her love to her master crazily.
Not only did it result in Xiaoyi and Shuyue being unable to leave the stage, but it also made them appear to be very petty.
There was no other way, so the aunt had to order Zhao Qing to go to the side hall to take a bath. She only allowed him to go to bed after washing off the smell of powder on his body.
Gu Qinghuan's mortal body couldn't withstand these slaps. She was in so much pain that her delicate body couldn't stop trembling.
She buried her cheek in Shuyue's legs, her laughter a little unclear: "I can't survive!"
Zhou Xiaoyi gritted her teeth and reached her cold hands into the woman's clothes to tease her, and did not forget to remind Shuyue to press her tightly on her legs.
For a moment, laughter, scolding, and pleas for mercy, accompanied by the rustling sound of clothes being torn, echoed outside the Yangxin Palace.
……
After a long time, Qinghuan's cheeks blushed and she leaned quietly in her aunt's arms.
Shuyue was lying casually on the jade steps, looking up at the starry sky.
On a night in mid-spring, the gentle night breeze carries the fragrance of newly born flowers and plants, and amidst the bright lights, the sharp and short chirping of insects is faintly heard.
"Qinghuan and I don't have a father..." The woman's soft voice broke the silence.
"At least the person is right next to you, which is better than having thousands of households."
Shuyue seemed to sigh, worried that Xiaoyi would have too many regrets.
Father and daughter are not mortal enemies, so what kind of barriers can't be resolved in a lifetime?
In her early years, she had resented her biological father for leaving her and her mother, but now all that was left were some vague memories from her childhood.
Qing Huan also whispered, "Qing Huan didn't even have the chance to question him face to face."
In this regard, she and Shuyue felt even more sorry for Xiaoyi.
Although Xiaoyi is of good intelligence, she is, after all, a lady from a wealthy family who was raised in luxury. She does not understand and cannot understand the helplessness of having the past lost in the passage of time.
Both of them were in the imperial city and met each other early in the morning... Why couldn't the daughter forgive the father who raised her?
Qinghuan sighed inwardly. She had never had a biological father who could talk to her. She just thought that if she were Xiaoyi, she would never have any resentment towards Zhou Zongliang.
It’s better to have something than nothing... Unfortunately Xiaoyi doesn’t understand.
Zhou Xiaoyi's beautiful eyes closed slightly, her slender fingers unconsciously playing with Qing Huan's lips, and she whispered softly: "I'm already married, and it's my mother's business to forgive him."
She seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and smiled, "You and Zhao Qing are both alive. Could it be that the Blood Robe's luck is secretly protecting you?"
Gu Qinghuan rarely showed a mischievous look, and wanted to take revenge on her aunt for the merciless beating and scolding she had just received.
"Isn't it because Si He is protecting me?"
Aunt: ...
She looked down at Qing Huan who was deliberately making trouble and threatened, "Do you want to kneel by the bed all night?"
Gu Qinghuan's eyes seemed to ripple. She had followed Li Qingci since she was young, and when she spoke, her sharp tongue was no less than Xiaoyi's. "If Your Majesty is envious, then kneel with Qinghuan."
"Let the master embrace Shuyue and enjoy the pure joy and the obscene lust of your majesty."
Shuyue took the opportunity to say that Qinghuan's suggestion was very good and worth trying.
My aunt smiled frivolously, raised her head with disdain, and acted as if she didn't want to have anything to do with them.
Seeing this, Qinghuan's smile gradually faded and he thought about how to answer the question.
"The idea of destiny is illusory. Perhaps there really is a powerful force that is delaying the Heavenly Sword."
Shuyue nodded subconsciously and glanced sideways at the two women leaning against each other.
He laughed crisply and said, "Now that I think about it, it's really mysterious."
"Xiaoyi left the Imperial City that year, and now she's back here."
"Shuyue is from Lu Niu County, which is at the foot of Shouyun Mountain. She will have to return to Lu Niu County to spread the word about the incense."
Gu Qinghuan's expression changed slightly, and she continued, "Qinghuan has been wandering with my sister in Jiaoping County, and now my sister has also arrived in Shouyun Mountain."
"Maybe this is also due to luck."
My aunt laughed wistfully, "It's more like the fate and reincarnation described in the storybooks."
Her beautiful eyes swept over the two of them, and she added, "Zhao Qing came from Danxia, and now he has returned to Danxia."
"only……"
Qing Huan took over the conversation naturally: "However, for the master, his early years may not be as memorable as the memories of the Xia Emperor Realm."
"Why do you think so?" Shuyue curled her cherry lips. It was hard for her to imagine what the scene of the steel jungle and neon lights would be like. She had only heard some outlines and words from her husband and Si He.
Gu Qinghuan pondered for a moment, his eyes shifting between the two of them.
"The master once asked me to call him...husband privately."
!! ?
In an instant, a cold light flashed in my aunt's beautiful eyes, and with her condensed spiritual power and consciousness, she directly imprisoned Qinghuan in place.
Shuyue's jade feet, which were originally crossed and swaying, stepped down again, walked forward and lifted up Qinghuan's skirt.
This time, no mercy!
·
Yangxin Palace, a side hall.
The high dome is inlaid with scattered pearls and jade, reflecting the faint light of night pearls and glass lamps.
Mist rose, and two graceful bodies could be vaguely seen in the hazy mist.
The woman's delicate, white hands gently stroked the man's body, using velvet soaked in salt and goat's milk to gently wipe his angular abdomen and chest.
Zhao Qing lay obediently in the bathtub, silently enduring it all.
Going to the Jiaofang is not necessarily a test from your father-in-law.
But bathing in the Yangxin Palace...it must be my aunt's revenge.
She deliberately arranged two good-looking eunuchs to wash Zhao Qing's body here.
He also left a message, saying that these two beauties had seen countless women, and if he liked them, he could kill them on the spot and bring them back to Shouyun Mountain tomorrow.
She and Shuyue were willing to acknowledge the two sisters and serve them wholeheartedly by pouring tea and water every day...
Zhao Qing now looks at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, and his mind is as calm as still water.
The graceful figure looked particularly alluring in the misty water, and the woman's wet hair brushed across her shoulders...
But you can only look, not touch.
Otherwise, it would be harder than climbing to the sky to please my aunt.
He couldn't help but recall his brother's teachings: "Zhou Xiaoyi is arrogant and unreasonable."
It's exactly right...
It was my father-in-law who took me to the music school, so am I not a victim?!
Si He suddenly backstabbed him: "Are you sure you are the victim?"
Zhao Qing: ...
Not bad at all.
The white-haired girl smiled and said, "If you ask me, women should not be spoiled."
"Let's put these two to sleep together now, what can my aunt do?!"
Zhao Qing: "She can make you kneel down and call me mom."
Si He and Zhao Qing communicated with each other through their thoughts, and the car sped up.
Her bright eyes were filled with excitement: "Good, good, good!"
"Just what I wanted!"
Zhao Qing was full of helplessness. In the past, he would have secretly cursed Si He for being a small contrast and only talking nonsense.
But the facts have proved that this living father of his is not just a utopian speaker, he is also not at all restrained in actual combat.
I am so fucking crazy, how could I mistake a monster for a human?
……
After a full half hour, the tortured Zhao Qing was finally able to escape. He walked out of the Yangxin Palace wearing a loose undergarment.
His gaze lingered on Qinghuan's blushing cheeks for a moment, and then he looked at the arrogant Shuyue and his aunt.
Qing Huan has sacrificed too much for this family...
The aunt waved away the two eunuchs, and with a teasing look in her beautiful eyes, she slowly walked towards her man.
She bit her red lips lightly, hugged Zhao Qing's waist tightly, and heard light breathing and whispering in his ears.
"Husband~"
"Xiaoyi knows she's wrong, and I'll let you punish me tonight."
Zhao Qing: ???
Shuyue wrinkled her nose slightly, snorted and looked away.
·
Midnight silence.
The glass cups and night-shining pearls in the bedroom were removed.
The exquisite wooden carved windows were covered by layers of curtains, blocking the light of the stars and the moon outside the hall.
Not only that, there is also a God-Locking Formation set up in it. It is a precious legacy left by Lu Qing and has always been in Shuyue's hands.
It can prevent cultivators within a radius of dozens of feet from using their spiritual sense to observe the surrounding movements.
Zhao Qing was not unfamiliar with this. He had encountered this situation before when he was in Danta and Blood God Peak - the sealing of spiritual consciousness.
The entire bedroom was pitch black. The family of four snuggled up on the spacious and soft bed, with only the sound of light breathing in their ears.
"Husband, you didn't open your eyes?"
Zhao Qing thought to himself that even if I opened my eyes, I would have a hard time seeing who was who.
The next moment, he felt a touch of warm wetness on his shoulder, and he knew without thinking that it was Xiaoyi kissing him.
As expected, I heard her light laughter: "We didn't open our eyes either."
Without saying a word, Zhao Qing reached over Xiaoyi's shoulder and pressed her head hard onto the bed.
Snapped!
I don’t know who slapped whom, but Zhao Qing didn’t feel any pain.
But soon, he was kicked in the chest by a slender, snow-white foot, and Xiaoyi, who was in his arms, was accidentally injured.
The indignant words of his wife were heard: "Qinghuan hit me!"
Gu Qinghuan retorted helplessly: "It's not me..."
Suddenly, the delicate body in Zhao Qing's arms broke free!
Snapped!
A crisp sound of slapping was heard.
The three women moved almost at the same time.
Zhou Xiaoyi: "Husband!?"
Gu Qinghuan didn't say anything, but just made a slight whimper, as if she was hit in a painful spot.
Wang Shuyue: "This time it was Xiaoyi who hit me!"
Zhao Qing was stunned for a moment. Who was beaten? Was it Xiaoyi that he had just hugged?
For a moment, the three people's laughter, cursing, panting, punching and kicking became a mess.
Zhao Qing was slapped several times even when he didn't move.
He knew very well that two of them were beaten by Qing Huan, because Qing Huan's hands and feet had been cold in those years, and he held them every day... He had already formed a stereotyped memory of the soft touch.
But it is unknown whether Qinghuan hit him intentionally or accidentally touched him.
Si He immediately transformed into the Fountain Commander: "You take action too!"
"Hold one person down and beat him to death. You'll be right if you listen to me!"
Zhao Qing thought to himself, what a joke, how can I not tell my wife apart?
Wait until I touch Xiaoyi, then I'll beat her up tonight...
But the next moment, he suddenly felt himself entering a warm and humid bedroom.
This tooth feeling!
It’s definitely not Shuyue and Qinghuan.
Zhao Qing's heart suddenly warmed up, but it was hard for Xiaoyi...
·
Mingshangzhou, Jingguo.
Liangchuan was still covered with endless ice and snow. On the huge transmission array deep in the sky, dense spiritual patterns flickered.
The ice and snow world under the bright moon seemed exceptionally bright, and a beautiful figure appeared out of thin air on the transmission array.
The woman was wearing a moon-white silk dress, and there was a playful smile in her beautiful eyes.
A Star-Breaking cultivator who stayed here smiled and said, "Fairy, I am Yang Kai, the Great View."
The smile in Hong Ning's eyes faded, and for a moment she even took on a cold temperament that kept people at a distance. Her appearance was already extraordinary, but her playful nature obscured her temperament.
At this moment, she stared at the foundation-building cultivator in front of her, nodded slightly, and said seriously: "Li Yan, Situ Jing."
"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Situ..." The man laughed and exchanged the communication jade with Situ Jing. He watched the other party rise up on the wind and sink into the depths of the glacier.
Hong Ning was steering a small apricot-yellow boat, which rose and fell under the cold moon.
She gazed at the endless ice and snow with her beautiful eyes and took out the communication jade...
[They speculated that the goddess's soul was incomplete and needed incense to replenish her spirit, so they rarely took action.]
[The Tianxiang lineage in Zhongzhou is holding a Dharma assembly recently, so I cannot go to Mingshangzhou. Please be careful.]