On the second day, after Princess Zhaoyang woke up, she still lay on the couch and refused to get up.
The comfort after getting enough sleep and the sweet dreams that can still be vaguely remembered are all evocative things.
It wasn't until the door was gently pushed open that she stretched out her head and looked.
It was the female guard next to Jia Lian. She glanced at him and neither spoke nor greeted her. She just silently placed the pastries and hot goat milk in her hands on the wooden table next to her.
Princess Zhaoyang looked at this woman for a while, and did not mind because she did not please her. Instead, she felt that this woman had a very good personality, neither charming nor demonic, and had martial arts skills. Being by Jia Lian's side made her feel at ease and at ease.
Feeling hungry again, he wanted to get up and enjoy his meal.
As soon as Naifang stood up, she couldn't help but frown.
Her abnormal reaction also made the woman next to her look over subconsciously.
The scene fell silent. Although neither party spoke, for some reason, the two smart women felt the other's thoughts from the other's subtle reactions...
After all, Princess Zhaoyang has lived in the world for a long time and has a strong mentality. She also knows that although Aqi is called a guard, she is actually no different from a maid. When Jia Lian is in need, she must bear the responsibility of bearing the rain and dew.
It can be said that they are all Jia Lian's women.
Therefore, her embarrassed state of mind remained tight for just a moment. Princess Zhaoyang calmed down and said softly: "Can you bring some for me?"
"yes."
Aqi naturally did not mean to laugh at Princess Zhaoyang. After all, she knew that she would have this day sooner or later.
After hearing Princess Zhaoyang's words, she raised her hand and moved the small table in front of the couch.
Princess Zhaoyang took a look at the food on the table. Although it could not compare with what she had eaten before, it was still exquisite. It could be seen that it was made with care, very fresh and able to arouse people's appetite.
It seemed that her golden hairpin was really effective, allowing the farmer's family to treat them as honored guests.
After picking up a piece of pastry and taking a bite, Princess Zhaoyang asked, "What time is it now?"
"It's almost noon."
"..."
She thought it was morning.
After taking a sip of milk in silence, Princess Zhaoyang asked again: "Your name is Aqi?"
Seeing Aqi nod, Princess Zhaoyang smiled and said, "You are the most unique woman I have ever seen. I like you very much.
You and your sister have been a life-saving grace to me this time. After returning home, no matter what requirements you and your sister have, I will try my best to satisfy you."
Aqi just shook her head when she heard this.
She and her sister don't seek fame, fortune or wealth, so naturally they don't need to pay too much attention to Princess Zhaoyang's words.
Princess Zhaoyang smiled and asked, "Where is your general?"
"Second Master is practicing his sword."
Are you practicing swordsmanship again... Princess Zhaoyang secretly thought to herself that Jia Lian, who was still in his prime, had no idea where he got his perseverance and his persistence in martial arts. Along the way, she even bumped into Jia Lian practicing martial arts more than once.
Arguing theory and governing literature in prosperous times.
With Jia Lian's current status, even if he is not greedy for pleasure, there is no need to use force to gain fame.
If he wants to forge ahead, learn the arts, and assist Zuo Mingjun in governing the world in the future, it is obviously a brighter choice. Why does he seem to disdain the arts, but is keen on practicing martial arts, enjoying the hard work that ordinary people cannot enjoy.
With a trace of doubt, Princess Zhaoyang had breakfast, washed herself briefly, then came out of the room and slowly looked for Jia Lian.
The farmhouse was simple and simple, and the layout was not complicated. Princess Zhaoyang could easily see Jia Lian sweating profusely under the attic.
He didn't know how long he had been practicing like this, but he had obviously reached a good state and turned a blind eye to external objects.
As the figure thundered, the sword emitted a cold glow.
Princess Zhaoyang couldn't help but stare.
For some reason, looking at Jia Lian, who was wearing a Hu robe and having a vigorous posture, Princess Zhaoyang seemed to hear that verse in her ears:
Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang Xueming.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse! It rustles like a shooting star.
Jia Lian's war horse happened to be a horse with a white mane.
Suddenly, Princess Zhaoyang seemed to understand why she was so obsessed with the man in front of her.
With a smile, she walked down the wooden corridor and came to Jia Lian.
After Jia Lian put away his sword, Fang rolled up his sleeves and raised his head to wipe Jia Lian's sweat.
She clearly loves cleanliness, but when faced with the hot air waves mixed with the smell of sweat emanating from her sweetheart's body, not only did she not feel any discomfort, but she could not help but move her body closer.
Looking back, she saw Jia Lian staring down at her. She blinked, then burst into laughter, and then pointed her eyes towards the attic behind.
Jia Lian looked around and saw a pair of young girls from a farmer's family in the attic. They slightly raised their heads above them. He noticed their gazes and quickly shrank away.
Princess Zhaoyang joked: "Erlang's beauty is indeed unparalleled in the world. Fortunately, he was born a man. If he were a woman, I don't know how many men in the world would be overwhelmed."
"It's a good thing that I was born a man. Otherwise, wouldn't I have to watch our beautiful and noble Princess fall into the arms of another man?"
Giving Jia Lian a rollicking look, Princess Zhaoyang was about to be coquettish and irritated Jia Lian. She just said it nicely and had never been indifferent to her before.
Realizing that it might ruin the scenery, he didn't resort to talking. He just raised his other sleeve and wiped the second wave of sweat from Jia Lian's forehead.
"Why does Erlang practice martial arts so hard?
Don't you know that swordsmen have no eyesight? Even the most skilled swordsman will inevitably miss sometimes.
With the status of Erlang, even if he leads troops and makes achievements, it is enough to stay between the walls.
This time it was Qingran who dragged Erlang down, but from now on, Qingran does not hope that Erlang will fall into such a dangerous situation for the second time."
Before being accepted by Jia Lian, Princess Zhaoyang was not afraid of danger, nor was she even afraid of dragging Jia Lian into danger.
Because that way, there may be more opportunities to have more interactions with Jia Lian.
The fact was as she expected. If she hadn't insisted that Jia Lian send her to get married, her fate with Jia Lian would have been completely severed the moment she left the capital.
If she hadn't insisted on luring the enemy in person, how would Jia Lian have come to rescue her alone, been surrounded, and wandered in Hu Tian with her?
Without these, there would be no love and concubine today!
Although she knew that even now, Jia Lian might still have some concerns about accepting her, but to her, this was a satisfaction that could not be measured in terms of benefits, as if it was the end of all hardships.
She succeeded.
Jia Lian accepted her and brought her the beauty of love.
With her position changed, she naturally doesn't want Jia Lian to be put in danger again.
Jia Lian understood that Princess Zhaoyang was afraid that he would show off his bravery, so he explained: "Even if he lives in the palace, a courageous and powerful general who will not be a drag on the soldiers at any time is better than a weak scholar.
It will be more convincing to the soldiers."
Although Jia Lian didn't explain much, Princess Zhaoyang understood Jia Lian's will just from Jia Lian's tone of voice.
That is a firm, no-slip path to becoming a general and a commander.
Princess Zhaoyang couldn't help but ask: "Could it be that establishing a legacy comparable to that of our ancestors is really so important to Erlang? Is it more important than everything else..."
Looking at Princess Zhaoyang who was slightly frowning and not knowing what she was thinking, Jia Lian smiled and touched her head, and said frankly: "If you don't have great fame, how can you enjoy this eternal blessing?"
Princess Zhaoyang was stunned.
The blessing of a thousand years, is she talking about?
In an instant, a feeling of being absolutely valued and absolutely persevered came to my heart, making a woman with such an extraordinary mind like Princess Zhaoyang feel a little obsessed.
"The Female CEO's Almighty Soldier"
Yes, although she doesn't care about following Jia Lian without status, the power of the world is enough to destroy all their persistence.
Only when Jia Lian becomes a being beneath one person and above tens of thousands of people, possessing supreme power, will this earthly power be balanced, worn away, and even destroyed.
After thinking about this, she was not used to having her head touched by Jia Lian. She lowered her head obediently, but suddenly raised it again and said seriously: "Qing Ranzhu Erlang is here to get the great fame!"
Princess Zhaoyang's eyes flashed with an absolutely determined look.
Looking at such a serious woman, even Jia Lian couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.
He pulled Princess Zhaoyang's head closer and said with a smile, "Are you disgusted by Qing Ran?"
Facing Jia Lian's gaze, Princess Zhaoyang understood almost instantly that Jia Lian was asking her if she disliked the smell of him.
She didn't speak, she just raised her hands on Jia Lian's waist, put them around Jia Lian's neck, pulled Jia Lian's head lower, and then kissed her passionately...
A pair of wanton and unrestrained lovers, who did not know how to restrain their actions, did not know what a strong visual impact and unforgettable enlightenment memory they brought to the pair of barbarian girls on the pavilion.