This scene used to actually happen.
In the house of Ning Qinshui, when Ning Changjiu woke up, he saw Zhao Xiang'er pointing a saber at him. She raised several questions and asked him to answer honestly.
The history that developed in spirals finally changed at the moment.
Zhao Xiang'er's Qianzhexiang dress had disappeared as the world collapsed. Currently, she was still wearing a clean white cotton dress. Now, her cotton dress was tied with the red rope, clinging to her skin.
The empress who used to be majestic and exalted was tied up like this on the bed.
Zhao Xiang'er’s journey of cultivation was rather smooth. By now, she had even reached the realm of Purple Court, which could make her deemed as an immortal. Never had she suffered such aggrievances before.
Luckily, she still could move. She sat up from the bed with difficulty. As she sat up, the rope on her became tighter. As a result, she couldn'
Ning Changjiu stopped and looked at the young girl next to him.Zhao Xiang'er stretched her arms with a cold face. Her white dress swayed like a flower. She looked rather reluctant."Okay," Ning Changjiu agreed in a tender voice and turned around. While reminiscing about him carrying her on the back before, he bent down.Zhao Xiang'er walked to him and clung her body to him slowly. She put her arms that were like lotus roots around his neck and wrapped her slim and tight legs around his waist. Because she was wearing a white dress, when her legs were wrapped around his waist, her dress was strained more tightly with the curves of her hips and waist beautifully outlined.Ning Changjiu only felt that her soft body pressed against his back and then a pointed and delicate chin clung to him. He reached out his hands and placed them on her slender thighs. Then, he lifted her a bit using his slight strength to make their bodies cli
Luoshen Peak went through a sunrise.In the silhouette, Ning Changjiu bent down. Zhao Xiang'er lay on his back gently with her arms around his neck. Ning Changjiu held her thighs and carried her on his back. Neither of them spoke. They just walked down the mountainous path quietly."Where are we going next?" Ning Changjiu asked.After going across the green and yellow mountainous path, Ning Changjiu looked at the vast wilderness. At the foot of the mountain, the plants were wet with dews. In a blink of an eye, his clothes were wet.Light shone through the trees into her eyes. With her eyes half-open, Zhao Xiang'er said gently, "Anywhere."Then, she picked a leaf and wrote something on the leaf. Then, she blew air on it. Instantly, the leaf flew up and swirled, flying in the direction of the state of Zhao.Then, Zhao Xiang'er seemed to be completely composed.She leaned against Ning Chan
Zhao Xiang'er's bedding palace was called Lingque Pavilion. It was constructed in a classic and tranquil style. The furniture was antiques made of fine wood. Two colorful paper lanterns were held by the maids dressed in the palace costume in the wall painting. The lanterns gleamed. In the dark golden halo, the bead curtain and valance were hanging quietly.This was a long night.Wearing a white robe, Ning Changjiu paced the bedding palace and fixed his eyes on the painting on the wall. He was attracted by the mounted letter. After staring at it for a while, he couldn't help saying with laughter, "I didn't expect that you'd still keep it."Zhao Xiang'er said with a nod, "Of course, this is one of the proofs of your crime. Don't try to erase it with ease."Ning Changjiu looked at the letter and gazed at the last line--"I hope the man will live long as he can, and Your Highness can gain longevity (Changjiu), too".
The grey mist wreathed the Ancient Spiritual Sect in the Central Land.This was the third month since Ning Xiaoling came to the Ancient Spiritual Sect. She stared at the Qi of dead spirits that appeared like dragons in the air and still felt unreal.The Oracle Sword Heavenly Sect specialized in swordsmanship. Unlike the Oracle Sword Heavenly Sect, the Ancient Spiritual Sect contained more than one hundred kinds of magic skills including spirit controlling skills, swordsmanship, and alchemy involving ancient gods. Ning Xiaoling didn't major in swordsmanship she was most familiar with. Instead, she chose the path of dead spirits to hell.Living spirits died in the world anytime. The Ancient Spiritual Sect guarded the relic of Hades's mansion and monopolized most of the aura of hell. The other more than ten small sects coming here to cultivate this couldn't take a share of the spoils until they came to pay a visit with great sincerity every
Ning Xiaoling rose from the ground with difficulty.The snow around was still piled up. There was a nip in the air. She coughed several times and stretched herself. Surprisingly, she found that the injuries deep in the marrow were really recovered... She couldn't help thinking of the previous pain, her arms trembling."Miss..." Covering her chest, Ning Xiaoling looked in the direction where the benefactor disappeared and coughed several times.The spirit-teller looked somewhat dull and didn't come to her senses until she heard Ning Xiaoling's call."Who on earth... was that?" Ning Xiaoling thought of the silver-haired benefactor in black as well as her ethereally uttered words. Her benefactor's coming and going seemed a bit unreal for her.Well... Her body shape was so brilliant that all the women would admire her...Ning Xiaoling found it a shame that she had been too severely injured to thank her
The imperial city was coated with yellow fallen leaves.The street was paved with red cloth from the corners to the end. Red fiery bird kites flew to the sky with the autumn wind. In various stores, red lanterns were being made overnight. The patterns were delicate and festive. Thousands of bright lanterns would go to the sky late at night.Standing on the top of the imperial palace, Lu Jiajia looked into the distance and couldn't help recalling the scene of a sword shining half the city throughout the autumn rain.Back then, Blood Feather was blathering on the top of the city wall while the old fox was peeping at the bottom of the city.Everything seemed to be like yesterday...This was the eve of Zhao Xiang'er's wedding. The sun was shining brightly. The clouds in the sky seemed like continuous fishes. The autumn wild geese drifted away in the clouds. Viewed from the distance, the prosperous scenes were newly
In the imperial city, the brilliantly colored fireworks were still exploding as if colorful butterflies dropped in the autumn wind.Outside the imperial city, the sea surface hunched high in the darkness. The wind, snow and sword Qi were like fishes swimming in the seawater.Under Xueyuan's dress, the icy tattoo on her skin had been fully shone.That was a pretty bird.The divine bird fluttered its wings and appeared icy blue all over. Only the feathers on its chest were like piled-up snow. The divine bird had three dagger-like feathers on the crown. Its body was interwoven with the feather-like grains of ice and snow. Its tail feather was soft, long and pretty, hanging from its waist like the luxurious silk fabrics to its ankles.Xueyuan smiled more and more brightly.This was the tattoo of the snowy glede awoken with the help of the white cat several months ago... Back then, when she met the white
The roof of the hall that served as the bridal chamber was lifted. The two figures flying to the sky seemed like two fire lines straddling the imperial city.They startled many people.The fire appeared so disharmonious and ominous in the darkness.The people in the imperial palace all went to put out the houses kindled by the sword fire accidentally and moved the valuable things out.The people in the imperial palace ran about in a hurry. Chaos had spread on a small scale before the festive atmosphere faded away. However, most of the people were still confident. Now that Her Majesty was here, the chaos could be quelled regardless.The loud thunderous sound of the rampart being ruined came.The instruction had been made from the gate tower that all the people or residents near the city gate were all asked to retreat.In the sky, the white fire was still burning, cracking through the dar