Two hundred and ninety-first chapter two women meet and fail to shake hands and make peace
The strong sunlight at noon made the river on the left side of Taocheng shimmer.
On the right side are rows of eaves covered by peach trees.
At this moment, a gust of breeze blows, and the coolness comes directly into the heart.
——Of course, maybe it’s not the cause of the wind, at least that’s what Su Bei thinks.
"Ahem, what is the palace empress, what are Ji Baoer talking about?"
"My husband is not the emperor, so how can I be called a royal palace?"
"..."
Wanting to turn her head to the side, Ji Nanjue stopped in front of Su Bei with a smile on her face.
Then he just stared at the purple shirt, as if with provocation.
"So that's it, husband."
The word husband was emphasized and deepened to ensure that the white-haired woman could hear it.
Shan Wulan's purple shirt and long skirt moved with the wind. Her elegant, cold and arrogant temperament was enough to make women in the world feel ashamed, but her eyes were also charming, as pretty as a peach in early spring, as pure as a plum in late winter.
Indescribably cool.
Just like that, he passed through the numerous figures and walked slowly towards the direction of Su Bei and the others.
Shan Wulan stared at Su Bei's white hair and was stunned for a moment. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. What happened during the period of time when he was not with him?
The change in his temperament made her almost unrecognizable to this man.
But then the joy of seeing him was forcibly diluted by the woman beside him. She glanced at Ji Nanjue lightly, then at Li Zijun, until she walked in front of Su Bei,
Stand slowly.
"Husband, you have never returned to Jianzong. Only Wulan came to find you."
"Are you happy to see Wulan?"
The cold voice was slightly gentle, but to Su Bei's ears, it had a profound meaning.
"Well, Wulan hasn't seen anyone yet? Oh?"
"Has Wulan seen this girl somewhere before?"
"..."
Shan Wulan's brows raised slightly, and then the tips of his brows gradually frowned, and the words "sister" were bitten particularly heavily.
"Husband, won't you introduce me to Wulan?"
Su Bei subconsciously wanted to let go of Nan Ji's big hand, but found that his big hand was already tightly held by Ji Nanjue, and he turned a deaf ear to the words of the woman in front of him.
"Ahem, that one is naturally happy to see Lan Bao'er. Well, Lan Bao'er should have met Ji Bao'er before..."
"Do you still remember Under the Cliff of No Regret?"
"..."
Su Bei's mood was complicated. Although he had confessed everything to Ji Nanjue, he still felt like he was being captured and annihilated in bed.
Looking at Shan Wulan who seemed to be a little tired and a little dusty, Su Bei wanted to help her tidy up her somewhat scattered clothes, but it was a pity that her big hand could not be pulled out of Nan Ji's small hand.
"Um, Ji Bao'er, can you relax your hands first?"
He felt a little guilty for no reason.
Ji Nanjue glanced at Shan Wulan, held Su Bei's big hand tightly, as if swearing sovereignty, and said with a smile:
"Husband, you haven't introduced us yet? Is this Wulan, sister?"
"..."
While looking calmly at Shan Wulan in the purple shirt in front of him, he held Su Bei's hand tightly with one hand and took off his headscarf with the other hand, revealing his slightly neutral but extremely beautiful face.
The two faces, which were different in appearance but both beautiful, stared at each other in silence for a long time.
Men of letters despise each other and women are jealous of each other. This is an old principle that has not changed for thousands of years.
Hearing Ji Nanjue's words, Shan Wulan's eyes narrowed slightly.
Even though I knew that this person's cultivation level was extremely advanced, how could the momentum be weakened after the first meeting?
No matter in every aspect, Yu Qing Yuli is the first woman in Su Bei. The first time in Su Bei belongs to her, and judging from the first come first, she is also her younger sister.
not to mention--
Although he has already acquiesced that he is destined to never have only one woman by his side, he cannot just let him pass by easily, otherwise he will take it for granted, and it is not because of his magnanimity.
"Husband, this must be Sister Nan Ji. I heard someone mention her when I was in the Sword Sect."
"Now that I think about it, we did have a chance encounter under the Cliff of No Regret."
"Well, at that time, my husband always mentioned you in front of me."
"..."
younger sister?
Ji Nanjue raised her phoenix eyes, glanced at Su Bei, and returned the greeting with a smile:
"When I go to bed with my husband during this period, I can always hear him talking to me about my sister."
"Say, she is a very sensible woman, and her husband's vision is indeed good. If I can marry my sister back home, I think it will be an excellent help."
Su Bei looked strange. When had he said this to her?
What riddle are these two women playing?
Ji Nanjue let go of Su Bei's little hand, and went over to hold Shan Wulan's hand, smiling:
"Hey! I've long wanted to meet my sister!"
There was a cold feeling in the palm of her hand, and she tried hard to make the smile on her face more real.
Shan Wulan also held her little hand tightly and said with a smile:
"Me too!"
Then the two girls started a cordial conversation. If you didn't know better, you would have thought they were good sisters who have been separated for many years!
Su Bei should feel happy to see Ninth Junior Sister again after a long absence, but at this moment, the corners of his mouth were slightly twitching.
Li Zijun beside him was dragging his cheeks with his hands, looking like he was watching a good show. When he saw Su Bei's eyes looking towards him, he immediately turned away and pretended not to see anything.
On weekdays, Shan Wulan, who was aloof and arrogant in his mind, changed from her usual cold demeanor. When had he ever seen her look so enthusiastic?
And Ji Nanjue's extremely fake smile made Su Bei feel terrified.
hypocritical!
Extremely hypocritical!
"It's the first time I've met sister Nan Ji, and I don't know what gift to bring her."
"Well, the most beautiful thing in this peach city is the peach blossom. Come to think of it, only this peach blossom can be worthy of my sister."
"This peach blossom that Wu Lan randomly folded is given to my sister."
"..."
Shan Wulan squinted his eyes and took out a peach blossom that he had planned for a long time from the storage ring with a smile on his face. The strong fragrance of peach blossoms hit his nostrils in an instant.
Ji Nanjue's face turned pale for a moment, she reached out to cover her nose, and sneezed suddenly.
"Ah sneeze——"
When Shan Wulan saw this scene, she immediately became panicked. She looked at Ji Nanjue with concern between her brows and took a step forward, wanting to pat her on the shoulder. Inadvertently, the hand in her hand
The peach blossoms are getting closer and closer to Ji Nanjue.
"Sister, what's going on? Your face is so pale?"
"Did you catch the cold? What if you die tomorrow?"
"..."
Ji Nanjue looked at Shan Wulan with a sneer. Now she was sure that the white-haired woman in front of her definitely knew that she was allergic to peach blossoms, so she did this deliberately. She took a step back and said lightly:
"Thank you for your concern, sister. My sister is still alive."
"My sister's kindness is appreciated."
"It's just that my sister is allergic to this peach blossom, so she won't accept my sister's wishes."
"My sister is wandering outside alone. How dangerous is it to accidentally fall to death? It would be safer to amputate her legs and lie on a chair."
"..."
Shan Wulan took a step forward, shook the peach blossom in his hand, and said with a look of 'surprise':
"My sister is allergic to peach blossoms?"
"Wu Lan doesn't know, but my husband once said that he likes peach blossoms the most."
"I want to plant peach blossoms on the top of the sword, so that the peach blossoms will be fragrant all year round. What should I do if my sister Nanji is allergic to peach blossoms?"
"If you die..."
Ji Nanjue's eyes turned cold instantly, but Su Bei was by her side so it was difficult to get angry. She glanced at Shan Wulan coldly:
"is that so?"
"How come my sister remembers that when she first came to Taocheng, her husband's first words were 'Damn Peach Blossom'?"
"Hmm? Husband?"
Shan Wulan stepped forward and came to Su Bei. He looked at Su Bei lightly and said quietly:
"Husband, have you ever said this?"
"Why does Wulan remember that her husband said, 'Shake a peach blossom tree for Wulan'?"
Two stern eyes looked at each other, both holding Su Bei's hand unwillingly, one on each side.
There is a suffocating heaviness in the air.
Everyone on the streets of Taocheng looked towards the corner, watching the two women holding on to a man, and their noses ran down with envy.
They all turned their attention to Su Bei, who was feeling uneasy. Some people shook their heads with pity. Those who shook their heads felt shameless, while those who felt pity felt sad.
I don’t know how long it took, but the two women’s squinted eyes finally separated, and then they looked at Su Bei in unison, and said in unison, with a sinister tone:
"Then, does your husband like peach blossoms?"
Su Bei swallowed a big mouthful of spit.
This is a gift!!
Regardless of whether the answer is yes or no, someone will definitely be offended.
No matter how you think about it, you are the one who suffers.
Seeing that if she doesn't care, the two of them will fight, and they may pull out their hair, slap their mouths, etc. Although I like to watch it, I will never allow my women to have such hostility towards each other.
mood.
Su Bei's tiger body trembled, and in the shocked eyes of the two women, he shouted loudly and said:
"That's enough! Are you done playing yet?"
He reached out and grabbed Shan Wulan, took out his big hand from her small hand, and hit her hard under her body!
Snapped--
Then, amid Ji Nanjue's exclamation, he also waved his big paw, then sat on the ground, placed the two of them on his legs, and said shamelessly:
"Is this how you treat your husband's promise to you?"
"What? Ji Bao'er, your eyes are so round, do you still want to hit me?"
"And you! Lanbao'er, I've never seen you take anything so seriously. We haven't seen each other for so long, and the first question you asked was not my husband. Why has his hair turned gray? Are you jealous here?
"
"Heartbroken! The world is so chaotic..."
Su Bei didn't want to say nonsense like "I, Su Bei, am so virtuous and capable" and Uncle Liu's nonsense.
As a man, it is really refreshing to have this Shura field happen in front of my eyes!
But in order to ensure one's family status, one still has to show dignity.
So Su Bei's face was heavy and he spoke earnestly, holding the two women's slender waists, and said quietly:
"Do you know you are wrong!? Huh?"
"Even if it's just to be a husband, we have to get along well..."
After saying these words, Su Bei secretly breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the two women seeming to be thinking.
Sure enough, if you can’t answer a question, don’t answer it, just change the topic!
A hint of a smile appeared on the corner of Shan Wulan's mouth. Her husband was obviously very happy, so he still changed the subject here?
"Wulan realizes his mistake and will definitely get along well with sister Nanji."
He stretched out his slender arms and hugged Su Bei's neck, and pinched Su Bei's earlobe with one hand.
Ji Nanjue held Su Bei's waist, and pinched the soft flesh of Su Bei's waist hard with her small hands. She also seemed to be surrendering to Su Bei's power, and said with "touch":
"Nanji will also get along well with sister Wulan..."
Su Bei grinned, and pulled the two women's small hands together with his big hand, asking them to hold each other:
"Shake hands and make peace!"
Sure enough, the domineering spirit mentioned in the book does not exist at all. Where does the tiger's body tremble and all the women fall in submission?
Ji Nanjue and Shan Wulan looked at each other, smiled, and shook hands.
The two girls sat upright in Su Bei's arms, looking at each other with the same beautiful smiles.
Just from the two small hands with veins constantly emerging, it can be seen that the two of them are going through an indescribable contest.
"Sister Wulan, your cultivation still needs to be improved. Your body is so weak, but you don't have to run around. Otherwise, your husband will be very sad if he dies suddenly."
"Yes, sister Nanji, your body is so cold. You must stay close to your husband at all times. Otherwise, if you have an attack of yin and freeze to death, what can you do? Your husband will definitely be sad."
Su Bei: "..."
...
On the official road, three attractive women and one man were walking towards Taohuawu.
Women with their own merits, one on the left and one on the right, tightly hugged the shoulders of the man in the middle. A gentle woman, holding a sword box as tall as one person in her arms, followed silently behind the three of them,
Pedestrians on the road had strange looks on their faces when they saw this scene. The man couldn't help but feel envious and jealous. However, after seeing the man's appearance, he began to secretly feel sad and turned his jealousy into worship.
"A man can live like this, he's so damn good..."
"I curse him for not being able to seek Peach Blossom Spring."
"..."
The sun is disappearing in the west, and the orioles and cicadas are chirping.
Along the way, Su Bei listened to Shan Wulan telling all kinds of interesting things about Jian Zong and what he had experienced during this period of time in search of himself.
Until Shan Wulan told the story about an old beggar, Su Bei frowned slightly.
"You mean that old beggar comes here to pour the anti-mysterious liquid every ten years?"
"The peach tree is his lover?"
"This is quite interesting."
Shan Wulan sighed and said with a complex expression:
"It is said that to cultivate immortality one should give up emotions, but without emotions, what is the use of cultivating immortality?"
"That woman never thought that it would be a hundred years before we were apart."
"It was only when the young man returned from school that he discovered that a hundred years had passed in this world, and the woman he had made an agreement with had long since turned into a handful of loess, leaving only a peach tree in the world."