Ark, I got cold a little early

"Hehe, Yu, you're quite cute..."

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"The prefect? Who are you asking?" Wei Yanwu looked strange when faced with the question from the person from Tianshi Mansion.

Oh my goodness, when I saw someone coming to the Tianshi Mansion, I thought it was the old Bi from the Taifu... My respected teacher is here, but it turns out to be this yellow-haired and charming girl?

And instead of asking me about things related to Longmen, you come to ask me about things related to me and the Simuitai prefect?

What's going on? Is Longmen secretly hiding the fragments?

(Year: A-choo!)

You'd better ask me about the first prefect, otherwise I don't know anything about the current prefect.

Although he thought so in his heart, Wei Yanwu still acted as if he took this issue very seriously.

If Lin saw Wei Yanwu's expression of respect for all the high-level members of Dayan, he would probably raise his middle finger at him.

This idiot complains to me every day about the bullshit of the top management of Dayan. My ears are callused from listening to him so much.

It’s a pity that Lin is not here now, and it’s not appropriate to give Lao Wei the middle finger in front of the guests of Tianshi Mansion.

"I heard that Mr. Wei, the Lord of Longmen City, admired the first governor in his early years and collected many books about him. Today, I came here in the personal capacity of Lin Qingyan to ask if I could borrow them."

When he was young, Wei Yanwu was full of youthful vigor and spirit, and was at his most arrogant. It was also the time when he admired knights, wanderers, generals and so on the most.

Coincidentally, all the records about Hongyu that he read in the ancient books at that time mentioned Hongyu.

Therefore, for Wei Yanwu, it is not an exaggeration to say that the first governor was his childhood idol, and it was also the fundamental reason that directly led him to imitate Hongyu and secretly escape from the palace to wander around Dayan and do justice.

Although there was almost no need for Wei Yanwu to be a hero in Da Yan at that time, and he was even beaten by the Taifu who caught up with him at the speed of light...

However, such behavior still occasionally makes Wei Yanwu, a middle-aged man whose youthful spirit has been worn away by life and his wife, feel sentimental and nostalgic.

So Wei Yanwu's response to Jingzhe's question was...

Huh?! You admire the First Governor too?! Then we're close friends regardless of age!

Wei Yanwu was stunned, feeling as if he had been the one pushing the bar. He stood up and invited with a smile, "Of course, Miss Lin Qingyan."

He suddenly became very enthusiastic...

Jingzhe was a little surprised. Social matters were not her forte, and she was not very good at dealing with Wei Yanwu's enthusiasm.

However, looking at the pile of books about Hongyu in front of him that Wei Yanwu had flipped through almost instantly, Jingzhe nodded numbly.

Is this the fader?

You don’t know until you understand, but it’s a bit scary after you understand.

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Chapter 20: Drunk, Kiss

The mountains and rivers of Dayan are still very beautiful. No matter how many times Hongyu has seen it, he will still be shocked and admire it from the bottom of his heart.

It has been a month since Hongyu and Lingzai started traveling.

As for the sudden kiss Ling gave them, the two of them tacitly understood and never mentioned it during this period of time, as if it had never happened.

In the evening, under a big banyan tree on an unknown hill in Dayan.

"Head... dizzy..." Hong Yu covered his head with his hands, his eyes a little blurry. "Ling, I really can't drink anymore..."

The sun was setting, and the final dusk made Hongyu's ears red and hot.

Dizziness, fever, hot cheeks...

Ah, this feeling... maybe I drank too much...

Gradually losing his balance, Hongyu's last thought before he fell unconscious was: I was a fool for agreeing to a drinking contest not long ago.

Since he had agreed to the drinking contest, Hongyu did not directly break down the effective components of alcohol in his body this time.

Plus, he has to help Ling suppress the rebellion of the "Sui" consciousness every day recently...

All these reasons led to Hongyu, who had a poor alcohol tolerance, collapsing in frustration before he was even slightly tipsy.

Seeing that Hongyu's embarrassing move was about to make his body come into close contact with the ground, Ling casually reached out and embraced Hongyu's body, placing him gently on the grass.

Looking at Hongyu's sleeping face, he couldn't help but chuckle.

She opened the wine gourd and took another sip, seeming a little tipsy.

He got drunk so quickly. The old man has a really low alcohol tolerance.

This is the first time I see Yu like this. He never wanted to drink with me before.

But... it seems that although he can't drink much, he is a good drinker. When he is drunk, he will just fall asleep alone, and won't wander around like me.

Although every time I open my eyes after getting drunk, I always see the old man beside me.

Either he would carry me home with a helpless look on his face, or because of his bad taste, I would always see his hand holding the brush waving on my face after waking up.

Although I don’t know why he agreed to compete with me in drinking today, it’s not bad to see Hongyu looking so weak, which I have never seen before, right?

Perhaps it was not the wine that made people drunk, but people themselves, so after drinking a few pots of wine, she gradually felt dizzy. She didn't care about anything and just lay on Hongyu's shoulder. She could smell the fragrance of Hongyu mixed with the smell of wine by slightly tilting her head.

Her slightly red cheeks were getting hot, and she was gradually feeling more and more dizzy as she rested her head on Hongyu. It didn't feel like she was drunk... but like... intoxicated?

Somewhat surprised, Ling gradually hugged Hongyu wantonly, buried his face in his chest, and breathed in his breath like a young animal.

It smells good.

My face feels so hot.

The abdomen is also a little warm.

The thoughts in my brain are gradually becoming numb, as if they have become as sticky as paste.

Ling didn't want to think too much. She just felt that Hongyu was like a huge catnip, and she was the cat that gradually became addicted and forgot itself.

Ling raised his head from Hongyu's arms with misty eyes and reached out to untie the silk that had been wrapped around his eyes.

At this moment, he closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes were clearly visible, his breathing was even and he was sleeping soundly. Without the silk covering Hongyu's face, he seemed to become even more handsome.

Ling suddenly felt fortunate that Hongyu concealed his appearance at all times. If this handsome face were to wander around the capital of Dayan every day, the employees of Simuitai would probably turn into young ladies with ulterior motives.

His lips were slightly open, and looking at his thin lips, I swallowed for no reason.

Her lips were a little dry.

At this time, her head was hot and her thoughts were gradually separated from her body. She slowly moved her face close to Hongyu's face. Their breathing was entangled together, and she could even feel Hongyu's warm breath blowing across her cheek.

Slowly, her lips moved closer.

Chirp.

The delicate and moist scarlet lips pressed against Hongyu's lips.

Just a taste and it will end as soon as you touch it.

What a strange feeling...

The body is heating up.

This doesn't feel like being drunk, does it? And I definitely can't hold my liquor that badly.

My mouth is so dry...

How about...try it again?

He swallowed the saliva in his mouth again, and with a dry mouth, he kissed him again.

This time she no longer just touched lightly and then separated quickly, but began an unfamiliar exploration.

She gently tried to pry open Hongyu's teeth and tried to go deeper.

One after another, entangled, soft, faint, moist, hazy, intoxicated...

It turned out that she had already been deeply involved in it.

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The deserted city.

"This... this is not right?" Zuo Le was no longer wearing a military uniform but an old farmer's cloth coat, and he was not holding the extremely sharp sword in his hand.

Once upon a time, when he was a child, Zuo Le also thought about following in his father's footsteps and becoming a general to guard the country and die on the battlefield.

Until that ordinary afternoon, he looked at the packed gifts and the roaring transport truck...

The dream of traveling around the world with a sword gradually drifted away from him.

It was not until then that Zuo Le realized that his father had never thought of letting him embark on the path of joining the army and guarding the border since his freshman year.

He might have questioned his father why he was sent to Baizao, the capital of Dayan, but in the end he still left Yumen, where he had lived since childhood, and went to the capital.

Perhaps it was God's will at work, but during Zuo Le's time living in the capital, Simuitai extended an olive branch to him.

At that moment, the behemoth in the kindergarten teacher's memory (the giant beast seen in Yumen) and the desire to protect the people's safety intertwined in his heart. He accepted the old man's invitation. Since then, Dayan has lost a future local official and gained a passionate candle holder.

He has successfully completed many tasks assigned by the Simuitai. Considering his age, he has seen and heard a lot, but this also magnified Zuo Le's shortcomings.

All he had seen was the superficial prosperity, and he knew very little about the lives of the people at the bottom.

So that day he received the next instructions from Simuitai - to arrive at Dahuang City, and after following the guidance of the local "Shennong", he set out with his previous mentality and rushed all the way to Dahuang City.

Then...

"I'm here to farm?!" Zuo Le exclaimed while holding a hoe.

"Ah...haha...actually I don't really understand what my second brother did...but, Zuo Le, let Hesheng and Xiaoman take you." Shu's smile remained.

Of course she knew that her second brother wanted to let this arrogant and proud young man see some worldly things in his eyes, so she said she didn't know but secretly made all the arrangements for Zuo Le.

"..." Zuo Le was silent for a moment, then spoke reluctantly: "Yes, Shennong."

Shennong?

The outside world has changed the way they call me to "Shennong"?

Shu was a little dazed for a moment.

"Shennong?"

"No, kid, I'm not worthy of the title of 'Shennong'." Shu smiled with relief.

Shennong has passed away after leaving behind his most precious treasure.

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