eurekapd Chapter 371 Which Bride?!
Chapter 371 Which Bride?!
The huge bedroom was dark and quiet.
Only the gentle breathing of the two people was left flowing slowly.
The last trace of scarlet velvet from the warm red candle on the dressing table dimmed and turned into a wisp of green smoke...
Layer upon layer of gauze curtains blocked the boundless snow and cold moonlight outside the window.
A faint fragrance floats in the air.
The delicate body in my arms is as warm as jade, her white clothes are scattered and her sleeves are disheveled.
Zhao Qing held the slender and graceful waist tighter.
Occasionally, there is a wet, soft, and slightly cool touch between the ears and neck, which makes people feel nervous and unable to control themselves.
The white-haired head resting on his shoulder...her dark eyebrows were slightly relaxed, her beautiful eyes were wandering, her soft lips were sucking lightly, as if she was close yet not too close.
She is gentle and graceful, with a figure like an angel, yet her expression is lazy and as cold as ice.
Si He gently raised her arms, put her slender hands around Zhao Qing's neck and kissed him on the cheek.
Their eyes met, their gazes meeting.
The dark light that usually swayed and rippled suddenly dissipated at this moment, as if it gathered into smoke, charming and hazy, and as if it overturned into the sea, turbulent and noisy.
In an instant, Zhao Qing's soul trembled and his heart was burning like fire.
The stunning face before me is extremely charming, and her deep and beautiful eyes are full of affection.
He raised his hand to touch the snow-white hair, but the soft red lips disappeared in an instant.
Si He guided the spirit that did not belong to him, and gently pressed Zhao Qing's lips with her ice-cold jade fingers. Her beautiful eyes were slightly cold and she whispered lazily: "You've kissed Hong Ning, you've kissed Xiao Yi, and now you kiss me?"
Zhao Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, his fingers threaded through the white hair and gently stroked it, and he asked in a low voice: "Master won't give it to me?"
Light waves flowed between Si He's beautiful eyes.
If she were the girl she used to be, she would definitely curse, "Get out of here, you bastard!"
But now...
The white-haired demon god closed his beautiful eyes, held Zhao Qing's shoulders tightly with both hands, and leaned forward to send him off...
Extreme passion and desire, a kiss that lasts forever.
……
I don’t know how long it took, maybe a few breaths, maybe a moment.
A rare faint blush appeared on the woman's beautiful face.
It was as if she, who never wore makeup, had secretly covered her face with some rouge... but it was not a sign of shame, instead it added a touch of coolness.
Si He's breathing was long and his chest rose and fell slightly.
She rested her head on Zhao Qing's shoulder again, and they leaned against each other quietly, listening to the rustling whispers of the dead branches in the cold night.
The passion and desire were intertwined, but Zhao Qing did not pull her messy clothes again, but just gently stroked her waterfall-like white hair.
Si He also slowly closed his eyes, carefully sensing the other person's thoughts.
At a certain moment, a frivolous smile suddenly appeared on her lazy and flushed face.
He immediately took out the five-foot dragon tendon from the other party's storage ring... and casually folded it in his hand to admire it.
The taut dragon tendons were like crystal clear jade whips, reflecting only the remaining ray of moonlight under the window, and the bedroom was already filled with colorful rays of light, as colorful as flowing water, beautiful and dreamy.
Si He's eyes were deep, and he leaned on Zhao Qing's shoulder and gently raised his wrist...
Then she broke free from his embrace, and with her slender hand holding a whip, she lifted his chin frivolously and disdainfully.
The red lips parted slightly, and a cold and lazy voice came out: "You don't need to do anything for me."
Zhao Qing's expression was slightly stagnant, as if he was lost.
There was nothing I could do.
The jade whip under the neck is icy cold, and the jade-like face in front of him is pure and beautiful.
He chuckled and pressed Si He's slender hand, then cupped her fairy-like face, looked at her carefully, and whispered, "Then I'll accompany you to sleep."
Si He's eyebrows trembled slightly when she heard this. She suddenly pressed Zhao Qing firmly onto the couch, her blazing eyes gazing into his heart...
The delicate body is pressed tightly together, and a touch of coolness and softness is closely imprinted.
The scattered white hair is like a handful of flawless snow.
Zhao Qing tore off the patterned belt between his black robe and also removed the corset between Si He Yunshang.
After covering her with a corner of the thin quilt, the two of them slept in each other's arms with their clothes on.
……
The boundless snow outside the window, reflecting the dim light emitted by the cold moon and stars, is extremely empty and desolate.
Wisps of incense gathered from the southwest of Chu State and passed through the blood-stained Nine-Glory Heaven Seal...
In the bedroom, Si He lightly touched the man's eyebrows and sealed his sea of consciousness with the secret technique of incense and Taoism to prevent others from exploring his thoughts.
Shrouded by the vast soul, Zhao Qing fell into a deep sleep, his breathing slow and long, with a faint smile in the corners of his closed eyes.
Si He frowned slightly, and her deep eyes softened slightly.
She turned over gently, with her back to Zhao Qing... and stared blankly at the layers of gauze and the hazy moonlight outside the window.
As if feeling uncomfortable, she pulled the man's warm big hand and placed it on her slender waist.
The previously cold and lazy face gradually revealed a bit of confusion and boredom.
Just like the world in Zhao Qing's heart...
However, it is different from this.
She had never thought of letting Zhao Qing betray Yujing.
Whether it is now, a hundred years later, or a thousand years later.
Not to mention their current shallow foundation, even if there are powerful people in the world who have survived since the Dao catastrophe, they will surely die if they become enemies with Yujing Xingque.
How dare you have such a ridiculous delusion when you are just walking.
It is like an ant trying to shake a tree or a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Not overestimating one's own abilities is ridiculous, lamentable... and sad.
but……
What should I do?
I will stay on Shouyun Mountain forever.
Si He's memories flooded back.
She had asked Zhao Qing more than once before.
What would he do if Xueyi wanted to kill him?
What would he do if he could never break free from the seal?
But in fact, even Si He himself didn't know how to deal with it.
Thoughts rely on each other to form shadows.
She could feel the powerlessness, resentment, confusion and guilt surging in Zhao Qing's heart.
In the past, he was just an ordinary disciple and had never had such a paranoid thought.
But now... he has traveled the world, and his status in this world cannot be higher, but he still can't help me.
How many more years of hard training does he have to endure?
Thousands of years later, it may still be powerless.
Now in Siyou City, the Yujing monks from the Yongning countries are waiting for the appearance of this new walker.
But in Si He's world, Zhao Qing is far from being as glorious as others seem.
Si He looked at the hazy cold moon...
I felt a little regretful for a moment, regretting meeting Zhao Qing that year.
She had been looking forward to it, and had also been full of doubts.
Why can’t Gou Qing treat him the same way Qing Huan treats him?
She didn't know if she really experienced it.
But as their minds merged, Zhao Qing felt…the pain and confusion in her heart that the resentment that could not help her at all was a little difficult for her to bear.
Perhaps Qinghuan also resented that she could not do anything for her master.
Si He stared at his messy white hair.
She used to be a spectator.
Watch this family walk and stop, watch Qinghuan cry and laugh, watch Zhao Qing and Xiaoyi talk sweetly, watch him and Shuyue fall asleep in each other's arms...
A very novel perspective, a bystander that exists only in the mind.
But when she stopped being a spectator and became a player in the game...
I discovered that this kind of desire didn't seem to be that satisfying.
It's the ecstasy of yearning, the heart-shaking panic, the sudden impulse... it's possession, intimacy, devotion, sacrifice, pain, torture...
Si He had never felt such a heavy feeling before.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with loneliness.
After Gou Qing became a walking animal, he no longer needed his own protection.
There was no need for me to teach him anything anymore. There were many senior brothers and sisters in Yujing who knew more than me and had higher cultivation than me...
He understands the Xiahuang Realm better than me, is more friendly and joking than me, is more generous than me, and is... freer than me.
Perhaps his own Tai A Seal is of no use.
Gou Qing was already walking on bloody clothes.
He should travel the world with his family, watch the sunrise at Wuya Peak, watch the sunset at the edge of the lava, and see the Zhongzhou that he has never been to...
Si He thought secretly.
Maybe, that bastard would run up to him and say... he wanted to go to Zhongzhou to practice.
Even if it's like this...it's okay.
That's fine.
It’s like... the figures passing by one after another in front of me.
"Tell the high priest, I heard that to the west of the Great Desolate Land, there is the Kunlun Divine Hill..."
"Tell the High Priest that Xiangyu is heading south to Mount Tai'e to search for the ancient kingdom of Qingqiu."
"Your High Priest, we are traveling to the northwest of the sky to pay homage to the God of Zhongshan Mountain."
"..."
She had long been accustomed to watching her people leave one by one and never see them again.
But this time...
Si He slowly closed her eyes, turned over and leaned into Zhao Qing's arms, her delicate head gently resting on his chin, her slender hands tightly gripping the thin quilt.
My mind is trapped in the vast and lonely years.
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The morning light is dim.
A thin mist rose from Shouyun Mountain.
The snow-covered mountains are illuminated by the morning glow, making them seem even more lonely and cold.
The cold wind is still blowing, and the dead branches are swaying.
In the distant sky, there was a huge blood-jade flying boat, roaring from Jiuhua in the west of the Ling Mountains. The scarlet blood light cut through the clouds, like a star that had never dissipated in the dark night.
After Wang Teng and his wife, Zeng Nianke and Qixiu settled the disciples of the three quarters at the foot of the mountain, they went into the city together to look for Dan Gui.
Hong Ning said goodbye to Xian Ning and her senior sister, and sailed the apricot-yellow boat alone, facing the rising sun... and hurried home to have breakfast.
Chen Changsheng and Qin Chuxin had already arrived at the Xueyi Tower and discussed the future situation of the Chu State with Zijing, Cheng Yue, Bai Wanqiu and others.
In the Taoliu Palace, Shuyue prepared porridge and dishes. Her bright and smiling eyes looked into the distance at the returning Xiaoxingzhou, at Ning'er's fluttering ribbon and her smiling face.
By the stove, Qinghuan was only wearing thin plain clothes.
Her slender waist was tightly bound by a water belt, her sleeves were rolled up high, and her messy hair was tied up casually...
She was concentrating on baking pastries.
The iron pan became hotter and hotter due to the stove fire. The slender hands covered with white flour would reach into it from time to time to quickly flip the small pancakes dotted with oil.
The tempting aroma wafts out...
The woman raised her arm and gently rubbed the hair against her cheek with her slender wrist. Her phoenix eyes swept over Ning'er who was flying towards her, and a soft smile appeared in her eyes, gentle and quiet.
My aunt had her hair tied up in a gorgeous bun with flowers on her head and was wearing a flowery brocade robe. She was leaning on the high eaves of the palace, staring at the sunset glow and the falling snow at home.
The lip balm on her lips was gone, leaving her lips moist and soft, and her smoky brows relaxed...her beautiful eyes, which were originally a little cold, became much softer.
Hong Ning walked over briskly, lifted the ceramic lid and sniffed the steaming porridge, her smile intoxicated and satisfied.
"They haven't woken up yet!?"
Sister Ning laughed and talked, as if she was hinting at something... She kept glancing towards the palace bedroom.
Qinghuan continued to work, smiling silently.
"It's rare for them to be so affectionate with each other. I'm afraid they will have to stay in bed until dark." Shuyue prepared the dishes and chopsticks, looked back and complained with a displeased chuckle.
My aunt's expression changed slightly. If it were in the past... Si He would definitely respond directly from a distance.
She extended her spiritual sense and slowly entered the palace bedroom.
Layers of gauze curtains blocked the sunlight, and it was still a bit dim.
The red candle on the dressing table flickered unsteadily. Qinghuan had gone over and relit it early in the morning.
The lazy woman was sitting in front of the dressing mirror, quietly watching Zhao Qing help her comb her white hair.
The peerless beauty reflected in the jade mirror seemed to have a hint of... a slightly peaceful and tranquil smile! ?
Although she was still elegant and graceful, she had lost some of her coldness and indifference.
My aunt immediately felt something was wrong.
But the next moment, her consciousness was driven out by Si He.
"Don't rush! Get in line!"
It turned out to be the sound of a girl's giggling voice.
……
A moment later, on the stone table beside the Jade Pond.
Six bowls of thick vegetable porridge were steaming hot, and the small cakes on the bamboo plate were fragrant and dotted with oil.
In addition, there are vegetarian snacks brought back by Ningmei from the countryside at the foot of the mountain, and rapeseed cooked by my aunt.
Shuyue also made a special trip to find the sunflower salad that Qinghuan liked to eat, but her sister didn't have it, so she found it in the kitchen at the foot of the mountain.
In the early years, they always thought that Qinghuan's love for eating sunflower greens was just a childhood hobby.
Later I learned that when Qinghuan was at Heyang Martial Arts School, she had sunflower greens for every meal, and it gradually became a habit...it was really because the vegetable farmers nearby loved to grow sunflower greens.
The wind and snow have stopped, and the morning glow is dazzling.
The debris left by the stove fire was dotted among the white snow. The clear channel leading down the mountain gradually melted, and the broken ice made a rustling sound when it collided.
Zhao Qing appeared in the sight of the four people wearing a dark green robe. His hair was hanging down his shoulders and not tied up in a bun, and the ribbons between his robes were also removed, making him look more handsome, unrestrained and uninhibited.
Shuyue's eyes flickered, and she chuckled and exchanged glances with her aunt.
It goes without saying that it was Si He who styled her husband's hair. It seemed to be the first time...if you don't count the connection of their minds.
After all, when the two of them get together in the illusion, who knows what they might do?
Maybe even the fox cubs have already given birth to several litters...
The aunt glanced at him and said teasingly, "Hurry up and call the bride out for dinner."
"Whose bride?!"
The girl's clear and lively voice was heard, and Si He walked out of the palace with a smile.
She was wearing a black gauze dress, barefoot, and holding a crystal clear jade whip in her hand. She kept pushing Zhao Qing while playing, asking him to carry his master over.
Si Herupu's white hair was a little messy, and it didn't look like it had just been combed, which was really suspicious.
Zhao Qing naturally didn't carry Si He over.
Good guy.
She is holding a small whip, and I still have to carry her on my back. Don't you have any dignity?
Zhao Qing smiled and picked up Si He, then strode to the stone table with her in his arms.
The girl's slender white feet swayed, and she jumped lightly into the snow, gasping for cold air.
Winter morning.
The distant mountains are covered in silver, and the beautiful morning glow shines through the mist, which is the most beautiful scenery on earth.
The vegetable porridge has a slightly salty and fresh taste when it goes down the throat. It is a little hot and full of fragrance.
Si He praised it highly and even said that he would cook with his aunt next time to show off his superb cooking skills.
However, my aunt just chuckled and agreed without going into details about the detailed plan.
Ning Mei simply picked up the bowl of porridge, covered her pretty face, and gulped down the porridge while changing the subject.
Zhao Qing smiled as he saw Qinghuan pick up some rapeseed for him, and he couldn't help but pull her into his arms. The two of them gathered next to Shuyue and drank a bowl of porridge together.
As for Ning Mei's concealment, Shu Yue had already whispered to her husband and started teasing him.
Those who can cook at home...
Apart from Shuyue and Qinghuan, the only one left was Zhao Qing, the hidden disciple in the kitchen.
My aunt can occasionally help out. She didn't know how to cook in her early years, but after more than ten years, she has mastered many of the skills.
But looking at Ningmei's expression, it's obvious that she only knows how to buy and eat.
And Si He...
He likes cooking and can make a lot of delicious food every time...Except for the inedible ingredients, everything else is pretty good.
The six of them laughed, joked, and ate their meal slowly. After Qinghuan had finished dressing up, it was almost the hour of Si.
The fog on the mountain has dissipated a lot, and the warm sun above our heads is just right.
Si He put on her embroidered jade shoes and a snow-white velvet cape, and waved her hand: "Go to Xuanji Pavilion and receive the guests!"
"go together!"