Number Two's heart pounded wildly as she looked at Qin Wuyi pressing down on her, her breathing becoming increasingly heavy.
Especially since this setting is a medicine hut.
Number Two then thought, what's the difference between this and environmental uniform play?
A wounded female general?
Thinking about it that way, Number Two is quite popular.
Seemingly sensing some changes in Number Two's body, Qin Wuyi's lips curled up slightly, and he lowered his head to slowly approach Number Two's lips.
Ru Lan's breath touched Number Two's face, making him feel dizzy.
Qin Wuyi said softly:
"Even without clothes, she still has feelings; my lord, please have pity on her?"
Number Two sighed softly, closed his eyes, and then opened them again.
He smiled slightly:
"Then today, being without clothes means being 'without clothes'."
Qin Wuyi's cheeks flushed red as she understood the meaning behind Number Two's words.
"Rip~"
White ribbons fluttered in the wind, amidst towering peaks and the solitary, snow-capped mountains.
On the battlefield, the spear flashes like a dragon.
Back and forth, three hundred rounds!
The old man tending to the medicinal herbs in the backyard glanced back at the herb hut with a strange look.
He rubbed his eyes. Had his old medicine hut just moved? Or was it just his imagination?
The old man shook his head and continued tending to the medicinal herbs.
Perhaps that young couple was whispering sweet nothings to each other...
This way.
Jiang Junyi had just emerged from the embrace of love, gently stroking the fair, slender arm resting on his chest, feeling refreshed and invigorated.
That sword strike in Wuya Valley earlier truly drained my energy and spirit.
If it weren't for Wan Qingyun, it would probably have taken a very long time to recover.
"Smack."
A soft sound rang out.
Wan Qingyun opened her eyes and saw Jiang Junyi standing in front of her with a half-smile. She instinctively moved closer to Jiang Junyi's neck, her voice soft and sweet:
"You've recovered completely..."
Jiang Junyi hugged Wan Qingyun and gently stroked her smooth back. "That's right, I have Qingyun brand power banks."
"Hmph."
Wan Qingyun snuggled against Jiang Junyi's neck as she listened to his words, without opening her eyes.
"I won't top up your account next time, let's see what you do then."
Jiang Junyi smiled and said in a low voice, "Are you willing to part with it?"
Wan Qingyun grumbled and whined, finally managing to say, "It depends on my mood."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Junyi understood what Wan Qingyun's answer was.
It's nothing more than stubbornness.
Jiang Junyi lowered his head, searching for those soft lips. "Your lips are a little stiff. Let me see what's wrong."
"Even the hardest steel will become as tender as silk to your touch!"
Wan Qingyun laughed while turning her head away, saying, "No, I won't give it to you~"
Jiang Junyi: "Give me a kiss, give me a kiss~"
Wan Qingyun: "Hmm~~"
Jiang Junyi chuckled as he chased after Wan Qingyun: "You woman are so unruly, I'll have to taste your pride!"
Wan Qingyun reached out and cupped Jiang Junyi's cheeks. "Hmph, I already know your depth, you don't need to taste it anymore."
Jiang Junyi narrowed his eyes slightly. "Oh? How deep?"
Wan Qingyun's cheeks flushed red. "It's... not bad..."
The two of them played around for a while before washing up and changing their clothes.
After leaving the General's Mansion, Jiang Junyi held Wan Qingyun's hand and strolled leisurely towards a certain place.
I stopped at a noodle shop on the way to have lunch.
On the street, Jiang Junyi shook the two people's clasped hands.
To be honest, Changhe City has a very strong sense of local life.
Pedestrians on the street all wore smiles.
Peddlers and laborers don't have a hard life, and street performers don't receive scornful looks.
The people live in peace and contentment, enjoying a harmonious and happy life.
Jiang Junyi remarked, " Changhe City is really well-governed."
Wan Qingyun: "Yes, the pace of life here feels very slow, unlike Jiang City, where everyone is rushing around, looking travel-worn."
Jiang Junyi turned his head to look at Wan Qingyun and smiled, "This could be a nice vacation spot in the future?"
"We still have people."
Wan Qingyun smiled and said, "Come here if you want to wear ancient costumes in the future."
Jiang Junyi: "That makes sense."
At this moment, Wan Qingyun blinked and looked at Jiang Junyi: "So, you've decided to grant Zhang Dao's personal request?"
Jiang Junyi nodded. "I think it's worth it."
Wan Qingyun tightened her grip on Jiang Junyi's hand to show her support.
Jiang Junyi grinned. "After all, this is an acknowledgment of my good looks, isn't it?"
Wan Qingyun covered her mouth and chuckled, "Yes, yes, my husband is the most handsome man in the world."
Flashback to that day at the Guanhe Tower
Zhang Dao slowly removed his bronze beast head mask, startling both Jiang Junyi and Wan Qingyun.
The face covered by the mask was utterly horrific.
His face was covered with scars and red spots, pitted and uneven; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a demon.
Zhang Dao smiled, his face contorted with rage. "Are you two frightened?"
Jiang Junyi and Wan Qingyun came to their senses, and he spoke first, "We're not scared, but we didn't expect Mr. Zhang to have gone through such hardships."
Zhang Dao seemed unmoved, and instead laughed loudly, "Hahaha, Young Master Jiang, Madam, you are truly a dragon and phoenix among men."
"This injury originated from a fire, but... I won't go into details."
Jiang Junyi dropped the subject and instead asked, "What is Mr. Zhang's so-called private request?"
Zhang Dao remained silent for a moment before speaking:
"I hope that Mr. Jiang can appear in front of the people on my behalf."
Jiang Junyi frowned. "Why is that?"
Zhang Dao smiled wryly, "I have kept my true face hidden for a long time, but the people's wishes are too strong. General Zhan is also having a headache over this matter."
Jiang Junyi thought for a moment and then asked seriously, "How does Mr. Zhang know that the people won't accept this appearance?"
Zhang Dao's eyes were firm. "Indeed, the people might readily accept what I have done."
"But the dark side will always exist, and there will always be gossip."
"This could very well become the trigger for some things, if someone with ulterior motives takes advantage of the people, guides public opinion, and stirs up trouble."
"It is not impossible that it will cause unexpected riots."
Zhang Dao clenched his fist tightly. "I will never allow such a situation to occur, therefore, I am unwilling to give even the slightest chance."
Jiang Junyi's eyes narrowed, and this time he truly admired Zhang Dao from the bottom of his heart.
The disfigured man before me is truly dedicated to the people.
Actually, this is a very simple logic.
People have a sense of beauty and ugliness. If someone has a friendly and powerful voice and a tall and imposing appearance, people will subconsciously associate that person with beauty.
But what does it look like when the mask is removed?
Even if one accepts it, the sense of longing and reverence that was once felt will certainly be diminished.
Jiang Junyi understood, and he sighed softly, "Let me think about it."
Zhang Dao nodded. "There's no rush. Young Master Jiang and his wife can stroll around the city and take a look."
Jiang Junyi: "Okay."
[Flashback ended, now.]
Jiang Junyi and his companion ascended the Guanhe Tower once more, where Zhang Dao, unsurprisingly, was enjoying tea.
Zhang Dao smiled as he saw the visitor and asked, " Young Master Jiang, have you made a decision?"
Jiang Junyi smiled and said, "I've granted your personal request."
Zhang Dao put down his teacup and said softly:
Thank you.