In the early morning, the sun shines through the window and fills the room
The dazzling sunlight fell on a handsome face, dispelling his sleepiness.
"Well."
"Why is it so hot..."
Zhang Ji, who was full of anger after getting up, hummed and made a sound like a small animal. He kicked off the quilt wrapped around him, opened his eyes slightly and looked out the window, and vaguely saw a slender black line. Shadow sat on the windowsill.
Zhang Ji struggled to sit up and rubbed his eyes. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the dazzling sunlight, and finally he could see the person in front of him clearly.
That was Yan Lingji who was still locked in the water tank last night. At this moment, she was not wearing the black coat that Zhang Ji gave her last night, but a set of clothes that she found somewhere.
Wearing a set of gorgeous armor that is bright and bright, like burning flames, the lower body is wearing a long black skirt with high slits, and the jade feet are wrapped in a pair of black boots for easy movement.
Yan Lingji just sat on the window sill, her long, white and jade-like legs exposed from under her black dress with high slits, gently dangling, looking down at Zhang Ji.
"It seems that you slept well last night." Yan Lingji looked at Zhang Ji with a half-smile, and her beautiful eyes looked at Zhang Ji's lower body intentionally or unintentionally, "Tell your sister, is there me in your dream?" ?”
Zhang Ji rolled his eyes and curled his lips and said, "This is a normal male physiological phenomenon, just like a woman visiting Kuishui every month. It has nothing to do with dreams."
"Whether it matters or not, you know for yourself~ However, it really took me a lot of effort to finally wake you up." Yan Lingji was noncommittal, pressed her hands on the window sill, and turned over without waiting for Zhang Ji's reply. Go down.
"What effort does it take?"
Zhang Ji touched his head and wondered what Yan Lingji meant.
Wasn't he awakened by the sunshine? What does it have to do with Yan Lingji...
"Fuck!"
Zhang Ji suddenly found that a flame had ignited on his quilt. If he hadn't kicked the quilt away because he felt hot, his body would have been burned.
"Yanling Ji!"
Listening to the angry shouts coming from upstairs, Yan Lingji, who was sitting under the greenhouse downstairs, just snorted, glanced at the slim black figure standing on the treetop, and took a sip of the tea in the cup without saying a word.
She lit this fire on purpose.
Not only because she wanted to take revenge on this stinky man for suddenly hugging her last night, but also because of Frightened Salamander.
Last night, Zhang Ji carried her and ran several miles away to this inn built on the outskirts of Xinzheng.
The two slept in separate rooms. Yan Lingji quietly walked out of the window, only to find that Zhang Ji was completely unaware of her movements and was still sleeping soundly, with a slight snore coming from the tip of his nose.
Yan Lingji felt funny in her heart. After all, she was a second-rate master, but she had no defense at all at night. That is to say, she still has some conscience. If she hadn't repaid kindness with enmity, Zhang Ji would have been dead long ago.
With this thought in mind, Yan Lingji walked grandly to the door of the inn, but before she could make any reaction, a pink sword was pressed against her throat.
"You have to be glad that you didn't do anything unnecessary, otherwise this sword will cut your throat open the moment you take action." A cold voice sounded in Yan Lingji's ears, "Also, although I I don’t know why he wanted to save you, but since he did it, it’s better for you to stay by his side.”
The woman wearing a slim-fitting purple and white striped fish scale armor had cold eyes, and the killing intent on her body made Yan Lingji feel like she had fallen into an ice cave. She was certain that if she had evil intentions when she spied on the sleeping Zhang Ji, Jing Salamander would really kill her without hesitation.
Shocked by the killing intent, Yan Lingji had no choice but to put aside her little thoughts and go back to her room to sleep. And this time she really had no choice but to follow Zhang Ji obediently.
However, Yan Lingji also has a bit of a temper. After all, no one who practices martial arts likes to have a sword pressed against their throat.
But Jing Salamander's awe-inspiring killing intent alone made her dare not act rashly, and she did not dare to retaliate against Jing Salamander. Therefore, she could only let Zhang Ji have a taste of her fiery "enthusiasm".
In this regard, Jing Salamander did not stop it.
Maybe from Jing Salamander's point of view, this little flame posed no threat to Zhang Ji, or maybe someone wanted to see Zhang Ji deflated.
…
Officially
A donkey cart was running fast. Yan Lingji in the carriage endured the tremors and bumps. She lifted up the black cloth in front of the carriage and watched Zhang Ji, who was like a child, pulling the reins excitedly. The whip struck the donkey's ass, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Zhang Ji bought a donkey and a chariot at the previous inn.
Even if you are a master, your internal energy is limited. Who would use all their internal energy on the road?
The reason why she chose to buy a car instead of another horse for Yan Lingji was because Yan Lingji's beautiful figure and stunning appearance were so eye-catching. When he was at the inn, he attracted a lot of passers-by, and even a few merchants made offers to him.
It's not that these merchants are here to stir up trouble, it's that men rarely bring their wives to the public, except for merchants like them who have to travel between the seven countries. Looking at Zhang Ji's temperament and the jade sword hanging on his waist, he was definitely not a businessman, so they thought Yan Lingji should be Zhang Ji's concubine.
In this era, the status of a concubine was not high. It was just a piece of merchandise that was sometimes used by the husband to entertain distinguished guests.
Yes, it’s the kind of hospitality you think of.
The husband of the concubine will not feel green on his head, but will only be happy because it is an expression of his importance to the guest.
If the guest likes the concubine, the concubine's husband may even give the concubine directly to the guest as a symbol of the deep friendship between the two parties.
And such ridiculous behavior will not only not be criticized, but will become a good talk, praising the husband's generosity and forthrightness.
In later generations, even Su Shi, who wrote "Ten Years of Life and Death" to express the pain of longing for his deceased wife, could not avoid the vulgarity. He regarded his numerous concubines as goods, as bribes when he was demoted, as gifts when making friends, and even Among the goods bartered for a white horse, there were many pregnant concubines, and this was just a normal affair in the eyes of everyone.
Therefore, when these merchants came to discuss the price of Yan Lingji, they were really not looking for trouble.
But Zhang Ji was really tired of being harassed. He had no choice but to find a car to avoid these troubles.
As for why it was a lowly donkey cart instead of a noble-looking carriage... it was purely because Zhang Ji was curious about how fast a donkey cart could go.
I think back then... Ah, no, I should be thinking about the future. There will be a fierce man named Taizong by the temple. He will wear golden armor and holy clothes, drive a grain cart, lame on one leg, walk two hundred miles at night, and race horses. On the field, the donkey cart was defeated and the elite cavalry of the Liao Kingdom was closely pursued!
In the end, the speed of the donkey cart did not disappoint Zhang Ji.
Although he couldn't reach the speed of the car god surnamed Zhao, it only took him a moment to sprint ten miles from the outskirts of Xinzheng to the outside of Xinzheng. Such speed still refreshed Zhang Ji's outlook on life.
When she came to Xinzheng City and looked at this tall city, Yan Lingji, who was originally curious about Xinzheng, lost interest.
Yan Lingji in the carriage looked pale and wiped the viscous liquid from the corner of her mouth with a silk scarf. Her pretty face was full of resentment and weakness.
This girl, who has always been strong, showed such a sickly and weak look in front of others for the first time, like Xizi holding a heart, making people unconsciously feel affection for her.
However, the initiator was Zhang Ji himself.
Zhang Ji looked at Yan Lingji with some embarrassment, not knowing how to explain it. After all, he was the one who made this girl vomit.
This is naturally not because of some sacred and great human reproduction behavior. Furthermore, after playing with her last night, I got pregnant today, how could it be so fast... Ahem, no, in short, Mr. Zhang never touched Yan Lingji, let alone Not a scumbag.
The root of everything was just because Yan Lingji got carsick.
In ancient times, the bumpiness of carriages was unimaginable. In addition, it was a time of troubled times, especially for a small and weak country like South Korea. Naturally, it was not possible to invest much money in repairing roads, and they would even be damaged due to wars. Otherwise, he would have been injured all the way. Zhao Guo would not have seen so much desolate land and yellow-faced and muscular civilians in South Korea when he went south.
And this donkey cart does not have a spring-type anti-shock system, so the bumps on the bumpy road can be imagined. Even the second-rate Yan Lingji was under the control of Zhang Ji's pseudo-car god. Almost vomiting out the bile.
Gently patting Yan Lingji's white back, and then handing over a pot of boiled water, Yan Lingji's face finally regained its rosiness, but the weakness on her face remained.
Under the black veil, her beautiful eyes stared at Zhang Ji with sharp light. Just as she was about to say something, Yan Lingji's heart suddenly trembled slightly. For a moment, Yan Lingji looked around with vigilance like a cat with explosive fur. Like facing a powerful enemy.
"What's wrong?"
Zhang Ji frowned and followed Yan Lingji's gaze around, but he didn't notice anyone peering at them.
"It's dangerous to be close to someone..."
Yan Lingji's face was solemn, and even her voice had a slight tremor that she was not aware of, just like a fish swimming in the water encountering an osprey that makes a living by fishing.
"coming!"
The sound of horse hoofbeats came, and the flying dust obscured her vision, but Yan Lingji suddenly looked in the direction of the sound of horse hoofbeats, her red lips vomiting softly.
Zhang Ji squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the bloody bat flags fluttering in the wind. He understood why Yan Lingji was afraid.
Snow-clad and armored, with spears like a forest.
In the whole of South Korea, there is such a force with white as the military uniform color...
There is only one.
"Ai Ai...Xue Yihou!"
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