[Twelve Kingdoms] The way back

After a few days of busy work, after the new plan on material transportation, distribution and resettlement of the desolate people in Liu Country was officially implemented, Shang Long was at ease again.

At this time, I have to sigh, thanks to the capable subordinates, there is no need to worry about the follow-up work.

Zhaoyang reached out to catch the clothes thrown by Shang Long, and glanced at them: "Men's clothes?" She hasn't worn men's clothes since she was with Yixin.

"It's more convenient this way." Received Zhaoyang's puzzled look, Shang Long replied.

Zhaoyang rolled his eyes, with a clear look: "Brothhouse?"

"You know it." Shang Long smiled and patted Zhaoyang's shoulder.

"Before I took up the post, I took a good lesson on "How to Find the Lord Correctly and Quickly." Zhaoyang couldn't help complaining, "Since I helped the tyrant to help the Lord and you escaped, every time Mr. Tian sees you I always look like I can't wait to move me to the left."

"The next time you see him, you can put on the posture of someone above me."

Zhaoyang laughed, and raised his hand to Shang Long: "You said that." She could probably imagine the headache that Chief Tian would feel if she really did that.

"Hurry up and change clothes."

"Follow the edict." Zhaoyang replied with a smile, and went around the screen behind him to change his clothes.

The clothes seemed to be tailor-made, and they fit just right on his body. Zhaoyang turned back and forth in the mirror. He hadn't worn men's clothes for several years, and he always felt that something was wrong.

"Have you changed it?" Shang Long's voice came from behind the screen.

"Okay, let's go out right now." Zhaoyang responded, and looked at herself in the mirror again, and suddenly found that it seemed that her breasts had grown bigger. I remember that she was still underdeveloped when she wore men's clothes last time. girl.

I didn't pay much attention to this kind of thing before, because I was busy running around, and I didn't look at myself carefully like this. In addition, the clothes themselves are loose, so I can't see them for a while, but there is still a subtle visual difference between breasts and breasts. difference.

Zhaoyang stretched out his hands to hold his breasts and pressed the clothes along the arc to outline the shape of the breasts, as if they had really grown bigger, and they were no longer small buns.

Everyone has a love for beauty, and Zhaoyang is no exception. Seeing his breasts getting bigger, he is inevitably so happy that someone came in and didn't notice.As soon as he raised his eyes, his gaze fell into Shang Long's smiling eyes in the mirror. Zhao Yang, who didn't expect Shang Long to come in, was so surprised that he couldn't turn his head around for a while. He stayed in this position for a full two seconds before realizing it, and immediately put down his hands , Staggering the line of sight, the roots of the ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Is it changed?" Shang Long asked again.

Ask knowingly!Zhaoyang took a deep breath, turned around and gave Shang Long a look: "I didn't expect the Lord to spy on other people's hobbies again."

"It's really wronged, I just said hello well." Shang Long walked in front of Zhaoyang in a few steps.

Zhaoyang was at a loss for words for a while, unable to refute, so he had to change the subject: "Why did the Lord come in?"

Shang Long pointed to Zhaoyang's hair, handed the hairband in his hand to Zhaoyang, and asked with a smile, "Do you want me to help?"

"Don't bother the Lord." Zhao Yang shook his head quickly and refused, pushing Shang Long out: "Please wait outside, the Lord, I will come out in a while."

Before going out, Shang Long teased and said, "Anyway, you can tell at a glance that you are a woman, so don't worry too much."

"Know! Know! Got it!" Zhaoyang choked out three words with a blushing face, obviously she could molest Yingli in all kinds of ways without blushing, but she was losing ground in front of Shang Long, could it be because he lived longer than her for 500 years.Zhaoyang patted his cheeks that were still hot, and squatted down in distress, he couldn't figure it out.

In the end, Zhaoyang just tied up his hair and followed Shang Long out of Xuanying Palace.

The so-called brothel is different from what Zhaoyang imagined. The red walls, pavilions, pavilions, waterside pavilions, courtyards, corridors, and small buildings are all hidden among the green pines and cypresses, and only a few cornices and corners are exposed. Rockery, strange rocks, flowers and green leaves are dotted among them. .Sitting by the vermilion window is some dignified or charming women, some smiling at the passing guests, and some waving enthusiastically.There is no air of profanity, but it shows some elegant style.

As soon as he entered the door, a gorgeously dressed white-haired old woman came forward, followed by several young and beautiful girls: "Master Feng Han, you are back, are you still in the same position?"

Shang Long nodded, then followed the old woman leading the way upstairs, walked through the long corridor and finally stopped in front of a room.The young girl stepped forward to open the door, Shang Long raised his foot and walked in, Zhaoyang followed closely, bypassing the screen in front of the door, and what came into his eyes was the scene of the courtyard outside the window.

Shang Long sat by the window and called Zhaoyang over.After Zhaoyang was seated, a girl poured wine for the two of them.

"Master Feng Han, do you need anything else?"

Shang Long waved his hand, signaling them to go down.After a while, only Zhaoyang and Shanglong were left in the room.

Zhaoyang took a sip of his wine, enjoying the breeze and the fragrance of flowers, his brows and eyes curled up in comfort: "Feng Han, I thought you would hug left and right."

"Could it be that I am so romantic in your eyes." Shang Long laughed.

"A little bit." Zhaoyang gestured, "But now, it seems that you probably want to come here quietly and enjoy life by the way, am I right?"

"pretty close."

Just talking without saying a word, drinking a small wine, looking at the beautiful scenery, Zhaoyang only felt that this afternoon was extraordinarily peaceful, and his mood became more comfortable.

But soon the tranquility was broken by fierce shouts from the next door.

"Is this gambling?"

Shang Long put down his wine glass: "Want to play together?"

"OK"

Saying so, the two joined the dice shaker battle next door.Zhaoyang stood aside and watched Shang Long play quietly, but what surprised her was that Shang Long's gambling luck and gambling skills were so bad, and it didn't take long for him to lose so much that he didn't even have any clothes left.

Seeing that Shang Long was about to press himself here to pay back the money, Zhaoyang couldn't take it anymore, and patted Shang Long on the shoulder: "Let me do it."

"Haha, Zhaoyang, don't put your own clothes in." Shang Long gave up his seat.

"Little girl, what are you betting on, are you betting on yourself?" The man sitting opposite said teasingly, and the crowd of onlookers burst into laughter.

"Don't I still have this dress, bet or not?"

"Since you've said that, of course you gamble, but don't cry when you lose."

"It doesn't matter who is crying."

The gambling rules here are very simple, everyone shakes the dice, and whoever has the most points wins.Zhaoyang had played with Huang Zhuzhimin who Yixin and some people he knew before, and basically never lost.It's not really because of Zhaoyang's good luck, but because she didn't learn other special skills in her previous life, and she was very good at shaking dice.And the reason for learning this is just that I saw it on TV by chance and thought it was very handsome, so I worked hard to study it.

But Zhaoyang never thought of relying on it for food, but only occasionally for entertainment, and she knew the degree.She has never lost but just happened to not meet anyone who is stronger than her.

After more than a dozen rounds, Zhaoyang won back even the ones with profit. He kindly left a piece of clothing for the man, and walked out of the brothel with a big bag of money and Shanglong.

"Have you learned this before?"

"En." Zhao Yang admitted readily, "Is Feng Han interested?"

"I don't mind, I always have to keep some fun for myself." Otherwise, life would be too boring, and when he gets bored, the geese will have come to an end.

Zhaoyang seems to have thought of this too. If he wanted to learn the life span of 500 years, he would have learned it a long time ago, and he didn't need her to teach him.Thinking of this, Zhaoyang didn't say anything.

Since you won the money, of course you have to reward yourself.Not caring that he was still wearing men's clothes, he stopped in front of a shop selling hairpins, Zhaoyang took the mirror handed over by the proprietress, and took a photo happily.The mirror reflected her face and the handsome face of Shang Long who had been walking beside her.For a moment, all her eyes were on that face.

500 years have left no marks on his face, and he still maintains his original appearance.However, one day she will grow old, become pale and faltering, and finally disappear into the torrent of time.

Her life can only be a short moment in his life.

It was as if a stone was suddenly pressed on his chest, it was so heavy that he couldn't breathe, Zhaoyang lowered his eyes, and put down the mirror and hairpin in his hand.

"No one you like?" Shang Long noticed the change in Zhaoyang's mood, but he didn't speak out.

Shang Long’s voice pulled Zhaoyang’s thoughts back, what on earth was she thinking about, she can live a good life if she is not a fairy, she still has a long life, so why bother to worry about the future, Zhaoyang adjusted his mind Emotional, turned his head with a smile: "Well, let's go look elsewhere."

But until the end, Zhaoyang didn't buy anything.The sun is halfway down the mountain, and it's time to go back.

"By the way, Feng Han, didn't you just say that as a reward for my redeeming you, you can ask me to make a request." Zhaoyang who was walking on the road suddenly said, "Really, any request is fine?"

"As long as I can do it." Shang Long stopped and looked at Zhaoyang, only to see Zhaoyang showing a face of success.

"Then carry me on your back." Zhaoyang pointed to the hillock protruding in the distance, "From here to there."

Shang Long was taken aback for a moment, as if recalling something from a long time ago, then he smiled lightly and squatted in front of Zhaoyang: "Come up."

"Am I the first person you carried?" Zhao Yang put his head on Shang Long's shoulder, thinking about it, there are not many people who dare to make King Yan carry it.

"No." There was nostalgia in Shang Long's tone, "The first one I recited was Liu Tai."

"Taifu?" Zhaoyang was a little surprised. Although the sixth wife looked like a child on the outside, she would not say that Shang Long would carry it with her character.

"It happened a long time ago, and that was the only time he acted like a baby."

Zhaoyang let out an "oh" and continued to ask, "Then am I the first woman you carried on your back?"

"The first woman I carried was an old woman with gray hair." Shang Long laughed.

"..."

"Feng Han, you will die if you make me proud."

"However." Shang Long stopped laughing, and changed his tone: "It's the first time I've ever seen a beautiful girl on my back."

The deep voice brushed through his heart like a feather. At that moment, Zhaoyang seemed to have lost the ability to speak, and remained silent for a long time.When Shang Long put Zhaoyang down, she murmured softly: "You really know how to make girls happy."

"Yeah, hahaha"

"Feng Han, can you tell me about what happened that time when the sixth wife acted like a baby?"

"That's what happened 20 years after I came to power..."

Shang Long told a long story. At the end of the story, Zhaoyang repeated the word "God's Will": "Feng Han, does God really exist?"

"That depends on whether you want to believe it or not."

"I don't know." Zhao Yang looked up at the sky, "Feng Han, do you believe that people can live two lives?"

"In my previous life, I was an ordinary girl living on the other side of the mountain. When I was 20 years old, I died in the hands of a stranger. I was strangled and suffocated to death. When I opened my eyes again, I am here, and I am living with the memory of my previous life. At first I thought it was God’s arrangement that I came here to do something. But after I struggled for two years, I understood that I actually Just an ordinary person, unable to do anything, and then I resigned myself to adapting to life here."

"To others, I can confidently say 'there is an arrangement'. But to myself, I doubt whether God exists. Has it also arranged everything for me?"

Shang Long did not answer Zhaoyang's question. No one has really seen the sky, so she can only experience and understand such an illusory thing as the will of heaven.

After returning to Xuanying Palace, Zhaoyang bid farewell to Shang Long and went back to her room, fetched a basin of water and began to wash, rubbing her hands together, and when she stroked the thick calluses on her fingers, she stopped.

Her hands looked slender at first glance, but upon closer inspection, many scars could be seen, not to mention that they didn't feel smooth at all.It is left over from long-term practice of arrows and training of riding beasts to tighten the reins.

Perhaps because of her talent, no matter how hard she studied, the articles she wrote could only be considered to be in the upper middle class.There is still a long distance from the top few.Later, she found that she had an advantage in archery that no one else had. She was more patient than boys and stronger than girls.Since then, she has practiced day and night, and the fingers holding the arrow shaft to support the arrow were worn out and bled by the flying arrows, so she wrapped them in cloth and continued to practice.

At that time, Tatsuya would feel sorry for his sister, blowing on her wound, crying and telling her not to practice anymore.But this was her only chance to stand up, how could she give up, she gritted her teeth and persisted.

Li's family is actually not rich, and the expenses are spent on daily food, clothing, housing and transportation, and there is no extra money to buy other things.Later, Teacher Pei Yi took pity on her and used some of her savings to order a ring for her.It's just that when Teacher Pei Yi gave the ring to Zhaoyang, she didn't need it anymore, a thick callus had grown there, and she couldn't feel the pain anymore.

Later, she relied on archery to pull her grades to No.2 in elementary school.

Recalling the slender and white hands of the young girls he saw during the day, Zhaoyang couldn't help feeling envious. If she had worn the ring earlier, her hands would have looked better than now.

But soon Zhaoyang frowned again, since when did she care so much about her appearance.

Zhaoyang broke the calm water surface a little irritably, looking at the face in the washbasin that was blurred by the ripples, a sentence popped out of her mind.

Women are those who please themselves.

The author has something to say:

this chapter. . . ooc is just ooc hahaha, I can only say that no matter how rough a woman is, she has a tender side in front of the person she likes.

Two more chapters and you'll be king