Time flies, and it is the twilight moment a few days later. It is still this hidden small residence, with small bridges, flowing water, old vines and old trees. Everything is as quiet and beautiful as usual.

But it's not time to go back.

How can time go back?

It just changed its appearance and returned to some people's memories. It was just that the general was still the general, but the woman was no longer the woman.

This new woman is still diligent. Although she is wearing a cloth clothes, her fair skin and beautiful temperament cannot be concealed.

Ye Ji seemed to have even her expression changed. It was hard to imagine that a solemn and cold evil woman had orange lips, thin eyebrows, straightened and dyed her hair black, and her expression became soft like a breeze... Such beauty is a changing beauty, a stunning beauty, and an unparalleled one.

Shi Yong has been dreaming all these days when he was sleeping. It was not a beautiful dream or a nightmare. Instead, he was a vague dream between reality and reality. There was a girl in the dream who forgot his name, face, and even about to forget his love for her!

He cried in his heart and chased in his dream! But the loved one gradually drifted away until he disappeared from his sight, his mind, and even the world...

"No!" He exclaimed, suddenly opened his eyes, sweating like rain, and a dream of terror!

Ye Ji raised her head, with depression and worry in her blue eyes, so she slept beside Shi Yong, and she was naked in the same bed.

Shi Yong looked at her, with a seemingly doubtful look in his eyes, and subconsciously said, "Where is this..."

Ye Ji lifted up her jade hand and gently stroked it on his forehead. She wiped his sweat and grabbed his palm while writing the next word: "Home."

"Home?" Shi Yong felt familiar with everything around him, including the woman who could write in his palm, and subconsciously spit out a name: "Qianqian..."

Ye Ji nodded obediently, showed a pure smile, and then rubbed Shi Yong's chest, sniffing ambiguous fragrance.

Shi Yongyan got up, hugged her slender waist, looked at Ye Ji with deep and affectionate eyes, and asked softly: "I was injured, did you save me?"

Ye Ji didn't dare to look into his eyes, so she could only nod.

"Then why am I injured?" Shi Yong asked again.

Ye Ji wrote the word "war" in his palm again.

"War? Who should I fight with? Who should I fight for?" he asked hurriedly.

Ye Ji shook her head, but she knew, but she couldn't tell her the truth.

Shi Yong sighed, hugged her but said guiltily: "This injury must have hurt me. How can you, a weak girl, know about this?"

Ye Ji raised her head and looked at Shi Yong with a clear look. This deep affection was a little unnatural. She was more like a ball of fire, and the purpose was to ignite the desire in Shi Yong's heart!

"Qianqian, why do I think you are resistant to me?" Shi Yong said in confusion. He could feel that Ye Ji was about to break free from his arms! It was not due to the duty of a woman, but fear and resentment!

Ye Ji shook her head and wrote in Shi Yong's palm: "Cooking" and then she got out of bed and ran away. But how could a man with sex easily let go of his prey? Shi Yong pressed her hard on the bed, and the desire in his heart was burning to make his eyes red! Ye Ji struggled madly, with resistance and disgust from her heart. But since she had chosen to play the show, the drama had not yet ended, how could it end? In the end, she lost the strength and lay quietly on the bed, neither struggling nor cater to it, gritting her teeth with tears in her eyes to endure the pain again and again!

Things are not that simple. A perfect drama, besides acting, is naturally indispensable to carefully planned playwrights.

The house was ecstatic, and someone outside the house was ecstatic. I saw two people standing on the roof, one wearing a black robe and a young man in black clothes, uncovered the tiles of the roof and quietly looked at the two passionate people who were turning around on the bed.

"I really don't know why a defeated enemy general arrested him and even gave him a beautiful woman to support him! Humph! What kind of virtue can he do?" The young man said dissatisfied.

The man in black robe had a very chaotic voice, and he laughed at him and said, "I know you all think of Ye Ji's body, but it's obvious that it's not something that belongs to you, and you are not worthy of it."

The young man sneered but dared not refute.

The man in black robe said again: "Don't mention Ye Ji, even if there are ten or hundreds, I'm willing to replace him with Shi Yong!"

The young man said disdainfully: "I don't believe that this method can make him compromise easily!"

"For people like Shi Yong, even if they use all the world to torture him, they will never rebel."

"That's because he doesn't hurt enough."

"No scar on his body does not hurt."

The young man held his shoulders and closed his eyes. The more he saw the man and woman in the room, the more jealous he became. However, the man in the black robe squatted down and looked carefully at the movements on the bed, and said confidently: "No hero can not bow for the beauty. It happened that Shi Yong lost his love, and this heartache became the only vulnerability in his heart. What I have to do is to use the beauty trick to defeat his heart and let him take all his tenderness. By then, only controlling his love can control him! Isn't such an unparalleled general under my control?"

As he said that, he took out a small crimson bottle from his arms, sprinkled a light red powder through the cracks of the tiles, and said with a wicked smile: "Looking at Ye Ji's appearance, it seems that it is difficult for me to add a handful of materials to them and help them to do their best tonight until dawn!"

The young man couldn't bear it and asked, "Master, Ye Ji is still your disciple no matter how much you say, why... does the master have no ties with brothers?"

"Hmph? Brotherhood and sisterhood?" The man in black simply sprinkled the entire bottle of "aphrodisiac" into the house, and said coldly: "This Turkic woman is a slave, and she is not qualified to be my apprentice at all! On the contrary, she is born as beautiful as a flower, so it is best to use it for sacrifice!"

As he said that, he stood up and covered the tiles quietly. Even under the black robe, he could feel the violent aura. He said again: "The two of them probably have reached the state of selflessness. Let's go, don't disturb their spring night... I think we will definitely gain unexpected results in a month!"

He smiled proudly, and a black air swept his sleeves to wrap himself up with the young man, and then dissipated in the night sky with the wind.

...

It was also the other end of the northwest, and it was already night in Datongming Temple.

Since the relics on Juntian Pagoda no longer shrouded the Buddha's light, the incense in the Buddhist temple has become worse and worse. However, Buddhism is a place for self-cultivation and nature, and it also emphasizes the word "purity". Now there are fewer traffic and bustle in the past, fewer guests and fewer people, and there is also a hint of returning to nature.

Hongdou was rushing to Datongming Hall with incense and candles. It was the rule she set for herself that she had set for herself in the morning and evening, and she was even more diligent than the nuns in the temple.

Song Zhengze was reluctant to stay behind her, and he was truly inseparable. When Hongdou was burning incense on weekdays, he leaned at the door, hugged his shoulders and whistled. He was fat and strong, and he looked like a greasy second-rate man. How could he have the temperament of "shut the sword to shake the world"?

After the service, Hongdou packed up the incense basket and turned around and walked out of Tongming Hall, then sighed: "Mr. Song, I think you should stop following me..."

"Oh? Do you think it's wrong to go down there?" Song Zheng looked at himself for a week and asked.

Hongdou sighed again: "Don't call me Mrs...."

"Well, you are the wife of the city lord?" Song Zheng raised his eyebrows and asked.

"It's not the city lord's wife--"

Song Zheng hurriedly said, "Even if you are the only one who calls you Mrs. Yan, you really can't think of any other name besides this title."

Hongdou stopped and said laughing and crying: "Mr. Song, you can just call me Miss An, or call me Hongdou, and the honorific title should be 'you', so that I can get used to it."

"Okay, madam." Song Zhengdao.

Hongdou stomped her feet and had to continue walking forward. Song Zhengze hurriedly followed, hesitated for a while, and then asked, "Miss An, you have been eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha's name every day in the past few months. Why is this?"

Hongdou smiled and said, "Mr. Song doesn't know anything. I made an oath with the Buddha before. If I fulfilled my wish, I would come to restore it myself. So the Buddha promised my marriage, and naturally I couldn't break my promise."

Song Zheng muttered, "I didn't expect that the Buddha was still the Moonie of you and the Lord Yan City..."

"What? What's your question?" Hongdou asked instead.

Song Zheng sighed, "Although the city lord ordered me to protect you in an endless way, I have to rely on wine and meat to raise my body. Miss An eats vegetarian food all day long, and I can't take it even if I have wine and meat... Alas, it's quite uncomfortable!"

Hongdou also said: "It is precisely because Lord Song is inconvenient to food and accommodation that I shouted that you don't have to follow me. This Buddhist temple is very safe. I don't usually leave the Buddhist temple, so there will be no danger."

Song Zheng shook his head, "Although I'm hungry, it's not a big deal compared to Miss An's safety. Now the northwest war fires are turning it south, and Turkic people are retreating to the south, and the northern Huns are also breaking the pass. Under such a tense situation, I think Datong Mingsi is not safe. Today I'm listening to various news. If I hear the foreign army pushing another inch of land, Miss An must follow me to move to Phoenix City behind me."
Chapter completed!