Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Chapter 184 Princess, Princess

"You're under house arrest, and you can still laugh."

It was still dusk in the capital, hundreds of thousands of miles away from Chuzhou.

Nanyuan is the place where people were imprisoned. In the courtyard there are willow trees, rockery and a spring flowing through.

The breeze is gentle and the spring water is gurgling.

The setting sun was pouring melted gold foil into the water, and each ripple was wrapped in a translucent halo, like a goddess's dressing box that had been accidentally knocked over.

Mu Nanzhi sat on the shore with her trouser legs rolled up to her knees, her fair feet stirring the golden ripples on the river surface.

"Of course I think of happy things."

Russell was wearing a gorgeous lavender embroidered gown, leaning against the railing of the curved bridge overlooking the water, fiddling with the jade pendant around his waist with his fingertips. He watched Mu Nanzhi reach out to scoop up the pear blossoms floating on the water, but the spring water pushed the pink and white petals further away, leaving only a palm full of shimmering rays of light.

Nanyuan was a palace built by Emperor Yuan Jing for summer escape. For Russell and Mu Nanzhi, it was more like a vacation than house arrest.

That is why this is a great place to watch the sunset.

"You know everything?" Mu Nanzhi suddenly looked up, her expression becoming strange. The question she asked made Russell's heart tremble. He quickly asked, "What do you know?"

This is not something I feel comfortable saying.

Usually when this is said, the hat on one person's head will turn green.

"Oh, it's okay." Seeing that Russell's expression didn't seem fake, Mu Nanzhi felt relieved and said, "Just wait."

"So mysterious." Russell muttered, not taking it to heart. He was just a little curious. Mu Nanzhi stayed with him all day long, and yet she still had secrets that he didn't know.

"Auntie! Prince! It's time to eat!"

Just at this moment, Bai Ji jumped out from the flowers carrying a fat wasp.

The wasp's body was emitting a breath of life. It was the immortal bee that Russell had cultivated using the spiritual essence of Mu Nanzhi's immortal tree as its foundation.

Mu Nanzhi completed the cultivation of the Gu not long ago, and officially embarked on the path of cultivation.

"I'm coming!" Mu Nanzhi hurriedly wiped the water stains on his feet and legs, rolled up his trouser legs, skipped to Russell's front, and skillfully took his hand. Bai Ji and Changsheng Feng jumped onto Mu Nanzhi's left and right shoulders respectively.

In the setting sun, the figure gradually becomes slanted.

Two people, a fox and a bee, look like a family of four.

After dinner.

Russell came to the pavilion in the middle of the lake alone, meditated, condensed star power, and fed the Tiangu.

This has become his regular project in recent times.

In fact, the act of usurping the throne was much simpler than Joan of Arc had imagined.

There is no need to fabricate stories and construct the truth to whitewash the King of Zhenbei.

That is a tactic used only by ordinary dynasties.

It is better for the King of Zhenbei to continue to have a bad reputation. This is an explanation to the 380,000 people in Chuzhou.

For Russell, instead of whitewashing the King of Zhenbei, it would be better to block the secrets and create a "King Xiaoyao" who did not exist.

He did the same.

During this period, with the help of Tian Gu and Jian Zheng, he condensed starlight day and night to block the secrets of heaven.

By now, Russell was able to appear in front of others with his own body and face without letting the maids serving him notice anything unusual.

After a while, Dafeng's records about the King of Zhenbei will turn into him being killed by a mysterious master in Chuzhou together with Jili Zhigu and Zhu Jiu.

Russell and Mu Nanzhi will suddenly transform themselves into the free and easy king and his wife who ignore state affairs, indulge in traveling, and have just returned to the capital.

"What's the matter."

Suddenly, Russell stopped what he was doing and looked at the path outside the pavilion.

A palace maid approached with a lantern in hand, lowering her head and looking submissive: "Your Highness, the princess invites you."

So soon? Russell quickly stood up. Mu Nanzhi had only asked him to wait in the afternoon, and now it was evening, and the result was out. It really exceeded his expectations.

Out of curiosity, Russell took two steps at a time and rushed to the bedroom.

As I walked along, I didn't see a single palace maid. I thought Mu Nanzhi had sent them away.

Not long after, he turned through the moon-shaped door and saw at a glance that a platform about ten feet high had been erected under the magnolia tree in front of the bedroom.

The night wind blew, the copper bells in the corridor rang crisply, and the eight gilded crane lanterns reflected the light gauze in front of the stage like mist. Suddenly, the crisp sound of cloud boards was heard, and the crimson curtains moved without wind, revealing an actor with double braids in a fairy bun.

The moonlit skirt embellished with gold threads trailed on the ground, and the golden bracelets on the wrists jingled when the sleeves were swung open - who else could it be but Mu Nanzhi?

"Why are you dressed like this?" Russell couldn't help swallowing.

Mu Nanzhi's beauty cannot be described or embellished with words. Even without makeup on ordinary days, she is still a stunning beauty in the world. But tonight, with her heavy makeup on, she has a different flavor.

Mu Nanzhi gave Luo Su a reproachful look, and Luo Su then remembered that she had said that she wanted to sing a song for him alone in the troupe that day. More than half a month had passed, and there was no sign of it, so he thought she had forgotten.

Mu Nanzhi moved gracefully on the stage, her soft Wu dialect with a honey-like ending spread out, her sleeves fluttered, and the moonlight spread over the tassels on her temples.

"It sounds good! It sounds good!"

"Woo!"

When the song ended, Russell clapped silently, while Bai Ji and Changsheng Feng couldn't help but cheer.

They still don't understand human opera, but they think their aunt is the best aunt in the world.

"Your Highness, how is my singing? Can it please your Highness?" Mu Nanzhi jumped lightly from the stands, moved in front of Russell, and looked at him with a clever look.

"The music is beautiful, the play is beautiful, and the people are even more beautiful." Russell gently reached out and wiped away the sweat on Mu Nanzhi's forehead.

She had been practicing for some time. Although she did not have a strong fighting ability, her physical condition had improved significantly. That was why she was sweating at this moment, more out of shame than tiredness.

This was the first time in her more than thirty years of life that she showed this side of herself in front of a man who was a generation younger than her.

"You're sensible." Mu Nanzhi was very proud and pleased with himself, and felt relieved.

Fortunately, there was no embarrassment.

"Nanzhi." Russell pondered for a while, and his fingertips moved slightly. Bai Ji and Changsheng Feng fell asleep and were thrown into other empty rooms in Nanyuan.

Then, wisps of starlight descended from the sky, driving him to create an exquisite and elegant illusion in this small space.

"You, this is..." Mu Nanzhi's eyes turned red involuntarily.

From her perspective, everything around her has changed completely.

Everywhere you look, you can see red cloths hanging high and big red lanterns hanging high, which is very festive.

"Let's get married." Russell touched Mu Nanzhi's head affectionately. As the starlight passed by, the clothes Mu Nanzhi was wearing changed from a gold-embroidered dress to a phoenix crown and a bridal robe. He himself was also dressed in a festive red dress, just like the attire of ordinary people when they got married.

Russell continued: "I know that many things in this world are unfair to you, including the fact that after you met me, I cannot make any promises to you, and I cannot give you a name. But, I still hope that things between you and me can be more complete. At least, there is a dream that belongs only to you and me." "Only to you and me?" Mu Nanzhi's nose was sore, and he tried to remain calm.

"It only belongs to you and me." Russell pressed Mu Nanzhi's hand on his chest and nodded heavily.

"That's enough." Mu Nanzhi cried with joy, as if honey was spreading in her heart, so sweet that it made people addicted. She threw herself into Russell's arms, wishing she could rub herself into his heart: "I am very happy, really, very happy..."

Without saying a word, Russell took Mu Nanzhi's hand and went into the inner room.

A few red candles were lit, and Mu Nanzhi sat quietly in the red gauze tent.

Luo Su first lifted Mu Nanzhi's red veil, then took out two wine glasses, filled them, and handed them to her.

"Ma'am, please." Russell extended his hand.

"Yeah." Mu Nanzhi's voice was as soft as a mosquito, and she didn't dare to look at Russell's burning gaze.

Clink cups and drink together.

With the crisp sound of the wine glass falling to the ground, Mu Nanzhi screamed and was picked up by Russell around the waist.

The next moment, the curtain slowly fell.

In the light of red candles, the beauty is as white as jade, shy and timid, waiting for you to pick her. She purses her lips, and her long eyelashes tremble with nervousness.

There is no other beauty in the world that is as charming as this. Russell pinched his pointed chin, straightened his stunning face, lowered his head, and kissed the plump red lips.

……

at the same time.

Chuzhou, courtyard, attic.

"It's late at night. Why are you looking for me instead of practicing peacefully?" Luo Yuheng didn't look into Russell's eyes, but just drank tea.

"Of course, it's to discuss with the Imperial Master how to safely overcome the tribulation." Luo Su walked over and sat down opposite Luo Yuheng, saying solemnly, "The Four Phases Tribulation is different from the Golden Core Tribulation. The slightest misstep will lead to complete annihilation. The Thunder and Fire Tribulation is especially dangerous. I have no idea what to expect, and I'm sure the Imperial Master feels the same way."

More than twenty years ago, her father, the previous leader of the Human Sect, died in a calamity of thunder and fire.

"You don't need to remind me of this." Luo Yuheng said calmly: "What do you think?"

"For cultivators of the Human Sect, karmic fire is difficult to quench. It requires the use of Qi and Luck to extinguish it." Russell said this old saying, but Luo Yuheng did not show any impatience. He listened very carefully and nodded repeatedly, "Indeed."

"Although the Spring and Autumn Cicada can temporarily regulate the luck of the National Master and suppress the karmic fire, this is not a long-term solution. The Spring and Autumn Cicada has its limits. Once the karmic fire accumulates and breaks through this limit, it can no longer be suppressed." Russell lied with his eyes open and started talking nonsense.

"Oh?" Luo Yuheng raised an eyebrow in surprise, and lied without hesitation: "No wonder I've been feeling like the Karma Fire is getting out of control again lately. The Spring and Autumn Cicada actually has this drawback."

At that time, the spring and autumn cicadas chirped at just the right moment.

Luo Yuheng's cheeks suddenly flushed, and a thin layer of sweat seeped out from his brow, sparkling and moist under the candlelight.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Russell was "horrified" and put his hand on Luo Yuheng's forehead. It was burning hot, as if there was a raging fire burning her body, and her fair skin turned a tender red.

"Karma fire, karmic fire is out of control!" Luo Yuheng's panting was immediately heard in the bedroom, as if he was trying hard to endure something.

The voice is hoarse and sweet, which makes people feel itchy.

Yes, things in the world are unpredictable, and it is such a coincidence that the karmic fire is out of control!

Luo Yuheng is different from Li Miaozhen. They share the same joys and sorrows and fall in love with each other over time. Unlike Mu Nanzhi, Luo Yuheng feels empty inside and extremely lacks a sense of security.

She is a strong woman in all aspects. In terms of status, she is the leader of the Human Sect, one of the three sects of Taoism. In terms of cultivation, there are no more than a handful of practitioners in the world who can surpass her.

That was also why it was impossible for her to take the initiative to submit and ask for sex from her lover like an ordinary woman. After all, the two of them had not really reached the point where things came naturally. This dual cultivation was forced upon them by the situation and they were half-hearted.

Therefore, she needs an opportunity, a step, and a strong character who does not require her to give in to take charge of everything.

Russell is such a character.

He had enough force to suppress her.

Russell exhaled lightly and looked at Luo Yuheng intently.

She was lying on her side in Taoist robes on the soft brocade couch. His eyes swept across her delicate and graceful feet, the charming curves of a mature woman, her snow-white and slender neck, and finally stopped at Luo Yuheng's beautiful face.

She closed her eyes, enduring the burning sensation in her body, waiting for what was about to happen.

"National Master." Russell moved close to Luo Yuheng's back, grabbed her wrist from behind with a strong and irresistible attitude, sucked her earlobe, and slowly untied the belt around her waist.

Soon, many clothes, including the woman's private underwear, were scattered on the floor beside the bed.

His chest was pressed against Luo Yuheng's smooth jade back. He breathed on her neck, and she felt the heat. She began to feel confused and her legs began to rub unconsciously. She rubbed him with her smooth and delicate body, clumsily seducing him.

He pressed on her, grabbed Luo Yuheng's wrists with one hand, pushed them to her head, and bit her white earlobe.

"Heh...heh..." Luo Yuheng didn't say anything else. Her rationality had burned out, and she was left with only the last instinct of her body.

The bronze bells on the eaves suddenly rang without wind, and the female beast screamed in surprise, shattering the night dew condensed on the window lattice.

There was a snap.

The bed collapsed.

Also sacrificed were the sheets beneath them.

……

Si Tianjian.

After being busy for most of the day, Jian Zheng returned to the Bagua Terrace on the top floor of Zhaixing Tower.

On the two battlefields, his physical body could not defeat Acala of the Garo Tree, and his soul could not defeat the power of heaven and earth of Salun Agu.

He was ground to death by two smelly and hard stones for a whole day and night.

Exhausted physically and mentally.

He panted heavily as he sat back on the rattan chair. Before he could catch his breath, he suddenly thought of Russell who was ambushed and killed. He sighed in his heart, wondering if the boy had survived the ordeal.

Then he counted with his fingers and his face froze.

I can’t figure it out. Someone has blocked the secret.

I can only vaguely guess that his love life is about to begin.

The corners of the warden's mouth twitched.

Just at this moment, a loud bang came from the fifth floor of the Sitianjian.

Something went wrong in Song Qing's experiment and the laboratory was blown up. A group of people in white coats began running around to get water to put out the fire.

The supervisor's thoughts moved him slightly. Just when he was about to clean up the mess made by this troublesome disciple, he sensed that Yang Qianhuan, who was supposed to be imprisoned in the confinement room on the underground floor, had disappeared. Only a small hole, one person wide, was left under the table. There was a corridor in the hole. At the end of the corridor, Yang Qianhuan was proudly waving a hoe.

Suddenly, he felt dazed and began to doubt what he had been working so hard for for the past five hundred years.

This world is not worth it!

(End of this chapter)