On the other side of the pier, a large ship came slowly and docked steadily.
On the deck, I saw a graceful woman in her thirties. She had a slender and graceful figure. She was wearing a blue and white dress. She had a pair of trembling plump breasts standing tall and holding a woman's bun.
With willow eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and a relatively upright nose bridge, the facial features appear very three-dimensional, strong, and heroic.
Next to her, stood a young woman in her mid-twenties, wearing a yellow and white undershirt, with high breasts and a slender waist that could only be grasped, and her whole body was full of charm.
Under the close-fitting skirt, the buttocks are not as flat as ordinary people, but are slightly straight, forming an arc.
"Sister, I've arrived in Nanjing."
Dou Meiyi looked at the bustling dock and countless ships, and she felt a little excited for a moment.
Her plump eyes pressed against the side of the boat, and her whole person seemed to have changed a lot.
On the side, Gao Guiying straightened her back and stood tall. She didn't move her eyelids and said calmly:
"Whether it's Xi'an, Xiangyang, or Nanjing, it makes no difference to me."
"On the contrary, the closer I get to him, the more uncomfortable I feel."
"Sister, King Chuang may not be alive yet, just accept your fate!"
Dou Meiyi was helpless, her beautiful eyes showed a little pleasure, and she couldn't help but say: "You are already the emperor's servant, and you can never go back to the past."
"Bah! What nonsense are you talking about? I have always been a person trying to become a king." Gao Guiying was so angry that she couldn't help but cursed:
"If you hadn't stopped me again and again, I would have committed suicide long ago."
"Would King Chuang want a wife who lost his virginity? Wouldn't that bring shame on his face?"
Dou Meiyi was born in the palace, and she never failed to speak well. She couldn't help but sarcastically said:
"I guess King Chuang has given us a grand funeral a long time ago. He hired a scholar to write a good memorial and collected a lot of paper money from us!"
"You——" Gao Guiying became angry again when she heard this, but suddenly she calmed down again and seemed to be a little relieved:
"It doesn't matter if you die, it won't bring shame to King Chuang."
Dou Meiyi, who was on the side, saw that his eyes contained a lifeless energy, and immediately knew that something was wrong. How could he give up so easily when he finally had a companion?
"Sister, you have forgotten that Gao Yigong was also captured for a long time. If you hadn't been here, he would have died long ago."
"If you die, you can't take your brother with you!"
Gao Guiying was startled when he heard this, and then said viciously: "Sure enough, the heart of a woman is the most poisonous——"
"Sister, aren't you also a woman?"
Dou Meiyi breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, but her mouth was unforgiving.
"Huh!" The river breeze blew against her face, blowing away a lot of the heat. Gao Guiying ignored her and looked straight at the Yangtze River.
The broad surface of the river is like a huge lake, with ships of all sizes densely packed, and the waves rolling in the river, never in danger of drying up.
"If there was such a big river in northern Shaanxi, how could the villagers go hungry?"
Gao Guiying thought a lot and was extremely envious of the people in Jiangnan.
If it was such a fertile land, how could anyone rebel?
Dou Meiyi was thinking about how to survive, or in other words, how to live better.
As a maid in the imperial palace, she was kidnapped by Li Zicheng. Although it is said that she lost her virginity to the former King of Yu and the current emperor, the world does not know.
In this case, we can only curry favor with the emperor.
As she thought this, she couldn't help but glance sideways at Gao Guiying.
As Li Zicheng's wife, her status was enough to impress the emperor, which was far more attractive than herself.
Men, she knows best.
Just on the two-person deck, they were getting some air and fresh air. The maids who had gathered to serve were standing aside and enjoying the beautiful scenery. However, in the cabin below them, some people were not blessed to enjoy it.
"Brother Li, why are you still reading?"
Gao Yigong was lying on the window, looking out through the palm-sized opening, with a slightly gloomy and unhappy look on his face.
He turned his head, looked at Li Dingguo who was calm and composed, and couldn't help but say.
Originally, the two of them lived in the same courtyard in Xiangyang and occasionally met each other. Now that they took a boat all the way to Nanjing, they naturally became more familiar with each other.
He had heard about this "little Yuchi" in the Great Western Army for a long time, but he didn't know that during this period, he had become a scholar and had eaten ink.
Why doesn't this surprise him?
"My name is Zhang Dingguo." Li Dingguo said calmly without blinking an eyelid, as if he had developed the ability to remain motionless.
Gao Yigong would not be fooled. He knew very well that one's nature is hard to change, so he couldn't help but provocatively said: "Tsk, tsk, he was once an enemy of ten thousand people, but he can't even win against the Communists."
"Humph, do you think I want to stay in Xiangyang for a year or two with nothing but books around me? What do you want me to do?"
When Li Dingguo heard this, he frowned slightly and complained:
"The Four Books and Five Classics, Zhu Xi's annotations, and teachers come to class every now and then. They are interested in learning. I can only read books to relieve my worries."
Hearing this, Gao Yigong trembled all over, couldn't help but yawned, and shook his head repeatedly: "Torture, torture!"
"Isn't it life-threatening for those of us who carry big knives to hold pens? It might as well be life-threatening!"
Thinking that he would face such a scene in the future, Gao Yigong's pupils shrank and he couldn't help but curse in his heart.
This emperor is too vicious.
At this time, Li Dingguo suddenly closed his book, looked at Gao Yigong and said, "Have you arrived in Nanjing?"
"That's right!" Gao Yigong nodded, the rough man's face full of depression: "We have arrived in Nanjing, we have arrived in Nanjing."
"The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and they mistake Hangzhou for Bianzhou. It won't take a few years to see what kind of person this King of Yu is."
Li Dingguo squinted his eyes and said softly.
Gao Yigong on the side was dumbfounded. He asked in surprise: "That sentence you just said is a poem?"
"It's just poetry." Li Dingguo said disapprovingly: "The poetry of the ancients is not mine."
"Scared me!" Gao Yigong took a breath, then was shocked again and stammered: "You, you can actually recite poetry?"
"What's all the fuss about?" Li Dingguo said disapprovingly: "You will be like this after you study for a year or two."
"No, this is not me, I don't want to!"
Gao Yigong shook his head hurriedly, his face full of anger.
"Reading a book will be fine once you get used to it."
Li Dingguo looked like someone who had been there before, quite calm and relaxed.
Gao Yigong was extremely frightened for a moment.
In the blink of an eye, after getting off the boat, Gao Yigong saw two women, one was heroic and the other was charming. He was overjoyed:
"Sister, are you okay?"
"One achievement, I'm okay." Gao Guiying cried with joy when she saw her stout younger brother, and couldn't help but her eyes turned red.
"take care!"
After saying this, Gao Guiying had to separate from him and go their separate ways.
Gao Yigong also fell silent.
He still has no heirs, and his sister is his only relative. Both siblings were captured, and he felt uncomfortable in his heart.
"Relax, if you have survived until now, you will be able to survive in the future." Li Dingguo patted his shoulder and said with relief.