In the early morning, a ray of morning light broke the silence of the deep blue sky, and a disk-sized red sun slowly emerged from the mountains.
Zi Qing said "Hmm," and habitually turned over on her soft breasts. She felt so comfortable after having such a beautiful sleep.
The corners of the mouth were slightly closed and the eyes were naturally bent upward, still feeling comfortable in Qingyuan.
Thinking like this, Zi Qing opened her eyes suddenly and sat up. This, this...
Looking around, what I saw was an elegant small room made of bamboo.
Bamboo chairs, bamboo stools, several small seal scripts, landscape calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.
It's so elegant, the whole room smells like books.
this...
He lowered his head and checked the neat clothes on his body, and couldn't help but pat his chest. Shouldn't he be on the road with Rourou?
"Rourou..."
Zi Qing raised her hand and saw that her smooth, white and tender right hand was empty. Where was the little guy?
"Rourou..."
I shouted a few more times. Isn’t this Rourou ignorant of propriety? Where did she go?
Zi Qing couldn't help but secretly worry.
"Peony, alas, you finally woke up."
A slightly plump middle-aged woman with a smile on her face opened the ajar door.
"Peony, why were you so careless last night? Did you fall down the stairs?"
The middle-aged woman saw Zi Qing stunned and ignored her, then pushed Zi Qing's shoulder.
"I mean Peony? How come you don't recognize Aunt Hong after you fell?"
After taking a look at the smile on the face of the middle-aged woman in front of me that could not be ignored, she looked as if she was treating Ziqing like a pile of golden gold.
Zi Qing raised her brows slightly and frowned, and asked with a distant tone in her voice.
"Who are you?"
Zi Qing was quite sure that she did not know the woman in front of her.
"Hey, Mudan, you really can't remember Aunt Hong? Fortunately, Aunt Hong is so good to you, how can you be so heartless?"
The middle-aged woman who called herself Aunt Hong yelled at Ziqing exaggeratedly.
Zi Qing pressed her forehead impatiently, and frowned again. No matter what the situation was, she had to leave this place that made her feel uncomfortable first.
"I'm sure I don't know you, I'm leaving."
As she spoke, Zi Qing stood up and walked straight to the door. She didn't know why when she woke up, she felt a sense of weakness in her hands and feet, and a sense of emptiness in her whole person. This...
"Hmph! If you want to leave, have you ever asked me if I agree?"
Aunt Hong found a comfortable place by herself, sat down, and snorted coldly.
"Come here, catch this bitch."
While they were talking, they saw several men in green shirts who looked like thugs pouring in from outside the room, and they grabbed Zi Qing without saying a word.
Zi Qing took a few steps back, swung her fist, and was about to hit the fat thug in front of her on the cheek. Unexpectedly, before she could punch out, two thugs behind her grabbed her.
With her left and right hands, Zi Qing was controlled unable to move for a while.
At this time, it was harder for Zi Qing to calm down the shock than to care about her own situation. How could she be easily subdued by these big men?
Forced to constantly transfer internal energy in the Dantian, why...why does it feel like the Dantian is empty for a while?
A clear voice sounded, and a heavy red palm was printed on