Chapter 116: I would like to be revered by the king
The potter does not feel that he is very great, but ordinary people who are not great also have a deep and profound sense of responsibility. Unlike great people, ordinary people's feelings are, to a certain extent, more mellow and pure than those of great people.
Ordinary people do not have a mind that encompasses all things and can swallow up the world. On the contrary, their limited affection will only be reserved for the few people closest to them, and they really have nothing to give to others.
Ordinary feelings are simple and unpretentious, but in fact they are also the greatest.
Diao Chan's tears made Tao Shang feel very distressed. As a man, he felt that he had the responsibility to wipe away the tears on the face of a girl he recognized in his heart, make up for the spiritual damage, and let her smile from the heart.
Seeing the tears on Diao Chan's cheeks, Tao Shang hesitated for a moment, then calmed down. He gently reached out to touch Diao Chan's face and wiped away the two bead marks on her oily skin.
When the potter's hand touched Diao Chan's tearful face, Diao Chan's body trembled slightly.
But Diao Chan did not dodge, she just glared at the potter with her clear eyes, as if she was caught off guard by Meng Lang, and then deliberately looked away to the side, deliberately not looking at the potter.
But the thrilling blush on her jade cheeks revealed her shy and secretive mood at the moment.
"Silly girl." The pottery merchant said with a smile, "Why do you want to harm yourself?"
Diao Chan shook her head gently and murmured: "It's not Zuo Jian, it's just...just a moment of sadness...just random nonsense."
The potter wiped away Diao Chan's tears, then put down his hand and said with a smile: "Even if it's nonsense, you can't just talk about death or death. You haven't repaid me for the kindness I saved you. How can you just fly away?"
Fly away? Some things are hard to be solved in one lifetime."
When Diao Chan heard the words, she laughed and said angrily: "You are a man, your words are obviously good, but how come it... changes the taste when it comes into your mouth, making it look like debt collection?"
"What a gentleman says sounds like debt collection." The pottery merchant scratched Diao Chan's little nose with his hand again and comforted: "Okay, don't be sad anymore...tell me, what happened?"
Diao Chan's face suddenly became lonely again. She sighed quietly and said: "Today, my foster father...said that he wanted to find a home for me as soon as possible."
The potter's heart couldn't help but skip a beat, but he said with a smile: "What? Wang Situ is anxious to get you married... Is there anything you need to celebrate?"
Diao Chan hit the potter hard with her pink fist and said coquettishly: "Don't talk nonsense."
After the pink fist, Diao Chan let out a long sigh and said helplessly: "My adoptive father said that he has very important things to do. With Luoyang gone, he has no barrier to continue to protect me, so he has to arrange for me properly first, and then...
…do what he’s supposed to do.”
Tao Shang raised his eyebrows when he heard this, as if he had some understanding, and said calmly: "If I guessed correctly, Wang Situ may have made up his mind to return to Chang'an at this moment?"
Diao Chan's face turned slightly pale, and she nodded softly and said: "I feel the same way...A place like Chang'an...is no different from a wolf's den and a tiger's den. When the adoptive father returns, he will act against Dong Zhuo again. This danger is self-evident...So
, I feel unspeakably uncomfortable in my heart..."
"If your adoptive father insists on returning to Chang'an, will you go back with him?" the pottery merchant suddenly asked Diao Chan.
Diao Chan's face turned pale, but after pondering for a moment, she still saw the girl saying extremely firmly: "My adoptive father has been so kind to me. I absolutely cannot abandon my adoptive father and ignore him, let alone accompany him back to Chang'an. Even if I let him
I would like to exchange my body for my life."
When the pottery merchant heard this, he couldn't help but sigh secretly.
Perhaps it was this gratitude to Wang Yun that prompted the woman in front of him to receive so many unfair treatments in the original time trajectory... Wang Yun's kindness to him made her become a member of the Han Liao Party's entrenched camp.
The victim of the last blow therefore became the jealous plaything between Dong Zhuo and Lu Bu. Her sacrifice ultimately killed Dong Zhuo, but failed to save the crumbling Han Dynasty regime, nor did it save Wang Yun's life...
Now, this woman who is popular among future generations is sitting next to him alive. Can the potter watch helplessly as she follows Wang Yun into the pit of fire again, to be used, harmed, and played with?
The potter knew that he could not, not only because of his pity for Diao Chan's life experience, but more importantly, because he had already developed a sense of responsibility for this woman in his heart.
Potters cannot shirk trying to find ways to change these.
Although the pottery merchant is not an upright hero, nor is he a heroic hero who can exude the aura of a king...but according to Xu Chu's words, it is the pottery merchant's bounden duty to protect the ladies.
Men should make their women valuable.
"If you trust me, leave it to me. I will find a way to deal with Dong Zhuo without him running to Chang'an and sacrificing himself... let alone you following him to Chang'an." The pottery merchant said softly.
, the sound is not loud, and it sounds extremely relaxed.
But these calm words sounded so firm and reassuring to Diao Chan's ears.
"Young master, what can I do?" Diao Chan's gradually lonely heart suddenly came to life again with the words of the potter. A sweet feeling that cannot be described in words, for some reason, was gradually filling her heart.
The pottery merchant smiled and said: "Of course it is true, but then again, if I can really help you do it, how should you thank me?"
This matter put Diao Chan in trouble... All the property of Situ Mansion was burned down in a fire in Luoyang.
"I...I don't have money." Diao Chan said slightly embarrassed.
"No money? This is not easy." The potter blinked slightly and said with a smile, "What does the girl have?"
Diao Chan's face suddenly turned as red as a colorful cloud. She looked at the pottery merchant quietly, and a strange color suddenly flashed in her almond-shaped eyes.
The potter's whole body was agitated when he saw this. This look in his eyes... was completely different from the usual Diao Chan!?
How to describe it?... Very seductive.
Some women are born with a kind of charm and charm that can attract men. Sometimes it is not determined by their appearance, but by a temperament that cannot be described in words. Some people call such women a beauty.
Some people call this temperament sexy.
The centurion of the Xiliang Army who hijacked Wang Yun and Huangfu Song's chariot in Bianshui was obsessed with Diao Chan.
The look in Diao Chan's eyes at this moment was completely different from the one of pain and helplessness just now. Her eyes were full of charming tenderness, watery, blurred and undulating.
"What do you want me to have, sir?" Diao Chan moved her body closer to the pottery merchant. Before she came from Huai County to meet the pottery merchant, she put on a red outfit to facilitate riding. At this moment, her body tilted slightly.
, which outlines the body curves extremely clearly.
"No... I want to show my cowardice!" The potter covered his nose, his face turned pale, and he leaned back unconsciously.
Diao Chan couldn't help but feel a little surprised when she saw the pottery merchant suddenly ducking back.
An evil idea suddenly appeared in Diao Chan's mind... This man who seemed to be jovial and flawless on weekdays... now it seems that he is not without weaknesses.
While Diao Chan looked at the potter who had moved to sit farther away from her, Diao Chan changed her sitting posture and tentatively stretched one leg towards the potter. Her movements were extremely gentle and slow.
Until one of her little feet gently touched the potter's leg.
The potter couldn't help but tremble, and a wave of heat flowed down his thighs and instantly filled his whole body... This extremely sensitive body!?
An unpleasant idea came to the potter's mind!
This frail body possessed by me through time travel... seems to have never fired a gun! And it's extremely sensitive!
The soul can be possessed, but the physical quality is the experience in the soul and cannot be changed. This is an ironclad fact and cannot be changed!
Diao Chan's feet began to gently rub the potter's legs, once and for all, gently and soothingly...
"Master..."
"What the hell!" The potter's hand covering his nose suddenly stretched out, grabbed Diao Chan's jade feet, and said helplessly: "That's enough!"
Diao Chan's feet were caught in the potter's hand, and her face couldn't help but blush. She was just teasing the potter on purpose, but she didn't really want to do anything.
Girls in ancient times regarded their feet as their faces. Although she was wearing shoes at this moment, her feet were held tightly by a man for the first time. Diao Chan blushed shyly and whispered: "Let go..."
At this point, Diao Chan couldn't go on and just stared blankly at the two unusually conspicuous blood marks hanging under the potter's nose...
"You...you have a nosebleed?"
This time, the potter's face turned red with embarrassment!
My nose bleeds when the girl's feet rub my thighs... This body is so sensitive...
Ashamed!
If there is a chance to start over again, Tao Shang would like to discuss with God: Can he allow me to travel through time and become a person who has bloomed and has strong five senses and can withstand stress...for example, Zhang Fei, Lu Bu or something.
"Hahahahaha~~" Diao Chan couldn't bear it any longer, and her silver bell-like laughter filled the grass.
The pottery merchant unhappily took out the silk handkerchief from his arms, tied it into two buns, blocked his nostrils on the left and right, and sat there, looking dryly at the night sky in the distance.
In his previous life, he was quite masculine and experienced... But in this life, because of this idiot in his previous life, he ended up in such a miserable state.
It’s embarrassing for the time-travelers...
"Okay, I didn't mean it..." After Diao Chan finished laughing, she moved shyly to the pottery merchant's side, and tentatively looked at the gentleman who looked depressed.
The pottery merchant remained silent.
Diao Chan blushed and stared timidly at the potter for a while. After a long while, she slowly rested her head on the potter's shoulder.
The moment Diao Chan's head rested on the potter's shoulder, a large fire suddenly started burning far away!
The fire seemed to be quite large, and when viewed from a distance, it seemed to reflect the entire night sky.
"What a big fire..."
Diao Chan screamed in surprise, and her entire body weight was tilted to the potter's arms and shoulders. At this moment, she felt extremely at ease. The firelight that appeared for no apparent reason in Diao Chan's eyes seemed to bear witness to their deep affection for each other.
bless.
"The sky has eyes, could it be that it is sending strange signs to congratulate you and me on our engagement..." Diao Chan whispered happily: "It's God's will. Diao Chan will respect you as a king in this life and will never ask for anything else."
Women who are addicted to love love nothing more than making random assumptions and attributing unexplainable natural phenomena to romance and oracles.
"Ah... maybe... maybe." The potter knew that it was Xu Chu and Mi Fang pretending to be the Baibo Army who burned down the livestock pen of an unlucky child from one of the four prominent families.
"It's so beautiful." Diao Chan's beautiful eyes became more and more blurred, as if she was immersed in the "romantic" firelight.
"Yes, it's really beautiful." The pottery merchant's eyes were a little dizzy looking at the fire, but he was not immersed in "romance", but in "waste"... Xu Chu and Mi Fang, the fire was too big.
Order it?
But that's fine... With such a big fire, the prominent families in Hanoi will immediately go up to the pole to sue for peace!
"Diao Chan, I want to ask you to do me a favor?"
Diao Chan leaned on the potter's shoulder, looked at the blessing fire in the distance, and said softly: "What?"
"Tick me again with your feet later. I need some exercise now to overcome it." The potter fiercely took off the handkerchief blocking his nostrils and said through gritted teeth.