Chapter 81 "I know" "No. The princess just favors her husband...
Chapter 81
Jing Yue hesitated a little.
He suddenly didn't want Lin Zhiyi to come into contact with Master Kongnian.
That monk is talking nonsense. What if there really is a way to get her to leave here?
His possessiveness prevented him from letting her go.
This was the life-saving straw he finally grasped...
How could he let go?!
So Jing Yue just forced a smile and replied absentmindedly, "Yeah. Okay."
The two walked side by side in the dark night, their faces hidden in the shadows. If Lin Zhiyi didn't stare at Jingyue, it would be difficult to see his expression.
Although Lin Zhiyi mentioned Master Kongnian, it was just out of curiosity and he had no real plans.
Even if Master Kong Nian knew that she came from another world, it would probably be difficult for him to send her back.
Otherwise...what's the point of her coming?
On the bright side, if there really was a way to go back, it probably wouldn't be now.
According to the logic in various bizarre novels, movies and TV dramas, there should be a strange celestial phenomenon or a magical weapon to send her back.
But she hasn't met him yet.
The jade pendant with auspicious dragon and phoenix that you are wearing now does not count.
This was just a strange prop that allowed her to switch bodies with Jingyue.
It would be a lie to say I don't miss home.
But she can miss him, but she cannot indulge in him.
When people are alive, the first thing they should do is to live to the fullest. Dwelling on the past will not bring any use, but will instead drag them into the quagmire of emotions and make it impossible to climb out.
Only by focusing on the present and looking forward to the future can we glimpse a glimmer of hope.
The two of them returned to the inner room of Lanyue Pavilion with their own thoughts, and lay in bed for a long time without falling asleep.
But neither of them disturbed the other. Listening to the other's steady breathing, they thought the other was asleep.
The next morning, Jing Yue told Su Lian to prepare everything, as he and his wife were going to the hot spring resort for a vacation.
Su Lian agreed cheerfully. Just as he was about to leave, Jing Yue called him back, glanced back into the room, and whispered to him, "Go around Tianlong Temple on your way."
Su Lian was puzzled, but he obeyed obediently: "Yes, Your Highness."
A quarter of an hour later, Lin Zhiyi came out yawning.
"Good morning." Jing Yue was wearing comfortable clothes, a bit like men's clothing, and his hair was simply tied up. He looked neat and handsome. He was practicing sword dance in the front garden.
As his diet increased, his daily martial arts training time also increased.
Lin Zhiyi stretched his shoulders, yawned, and said with tears in his eyes, "Good morning."
Jing Yue put away his sword and stared at her: "Didn't you get enough rest last night?"
Lin Zhiyi: "A little bit. I'm going out to play today. I'm excited." She also climbed over the railing and came to the courtyard. "Let's go together."
Jing Yue recalled what Youyi had said when he delivered the message that day, and was very interested in Lin Zhiyi's special boxing style: "Great."
Lin Zhiyi indeed performed a very unique set of boxing techniques.
Jing Yue observed it quietly and commented: "It's not fancy, but it's certainly not as lethal as a sword. However, the moves are quite smooth, and they conform to the key points of powerful martial arts such as sword moves."
If this set of boxing techniques is practiced to perfection and is performed by a person of immense strength, the opponent may not be able to escape.
Jing Yue handed Lin Zhiyi a handkerchief and asked in a low voice, "Do you still remember how to use a sword?"
——As the only son of Duke Lin, there are rumors in the capital that he is both talented in civil and military affairs. Perhaps the original Lin Zhiyi really lived up to his reputation.
But he knew that the person in front of him had a new inner soul, so he might not do that.
Lin Zhiyi searched deep in his mind and nodded: "I remember. Besides the memory in my head, I also have the memory in my body. I'm just a little unaccustomed to using it."
After all, she is an elite CEO in peacetime, and learning boxing, fighting and Sanda is just a niche hobby and mainly for physical exercise. How can she get used to the survival rules of another world with swords and guns, fighting and killing?
Fortunately, Dayan Dynasty is now in a peaceful era, which gives her a period of psychological buffer.
Otherwise, she would have to quickly adapt to the rules of troubled times.
The mental torture must have been much more serious than it is now.
"Do you need my help to consolidate it?" Jing Yue looked at her with burning eyes.
He is very willing to help.
In this way, she has the possibility of staying here for a long time and a sense of belonging.
Lin Zhiyi responded readily: "Great!"
Jing Yue handed her the sword and asked her to perform a section from memory first. Then he stood behind her, took her hand, and grabbed her left wrist with his left hand, and really guided her to finish the dance step by step.
She dances more smoothly and skillfully than herself.
After more than a dozen sword moves, the two men stopped.
Lin Zhiyi leaned against Jing Yue's chest, her breathing a little faster. Jing Yue released her wrist and instead hugged her waist. He lowered his head and kissed her red ear. With a smile on his face, he said, "Can we do this every day from now on? I'll help you master all the sword moves and martial arts deep in your mind... okay?"
"...Okay." Lin Zhiyi agreed in a daze under the attack of beauty.
Then she threw down the sword, turned sideways, put her hand on Jingyue's chest, and tilted her head back to kiss his lips.
Jing Yue cooperated by lowering her head, and then tightened her arms, deepening the lingering kiss.
"Your Highness..." Su Lian came back and was about to report that everything was ready, when he suddenly saw the princess and her husband being affectionate. His old face flushed, and he quickly lowered his eyes and bent down, and took back his voice.
Jing Yue let go of Lin Zhiyi and asked, "Are you ready?"
“…Yes, yes.”
"Got it, back off."
"yes."
After Lin Zhiyi calmed his breathing, he cleared his throat and said, "Will he feel weird?" and doubt their identity as a man or a woman?
The princess 'molested' her husband...
Well, it’s different from the traditional kiss between men and women.
Jing Yue smiled softly and said, "No. The princess is just favoring her husband, it's reasonable."
Lin Zhiyi: “…” Ah, yes, I almost forgot, this is a world where imperial power is supreme.
The prince consort is just an accessory to the princess.
If the princess is not satisfied, she can divorce him at any time and choose another one that suits her.
As long as she doesn't forcibly abduct men or do anything evil, the emperor will generally let her do what she wants, even if it means keeping a few willing concubines.
"Okay, Your Highness, please—" Lin Zhiyi deliberately prolonged the tone, bowed teasingly, and made a 'please' gesture.
Jing Yue grabbed her arm and lifted her up, her eyes filled with a hint of grievance: "Don't be like this... I'm just stating the facts. I didn't really use this status to pressure you."
Seeing him feeling so aggrieved, Lin Zhiyi coaxed him, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have joked about this. Don't be angry~"
She leaned over and kissed him, studying his expression, "Don't be angry."
Jing Yue's eyes turned from gloomy to bright: "I'm not angry."
Lin Zhiyi took his hand and said, "Let's go."
After a simple breakfast, the two changed their clothes and got on the carriage.
The guards of the princess's mansion and Lin Zhiyi's guards, plus the secret guards and accompanying servants, all rushed to the hot spring villa in a mighty procession.
Su Lian had instructed Tang Cong, so the convoy took a detour and did not take the road that would pass by Tianlong Temple.
In the carriage, Jing Yue and Lin Zhiyi played games - Lin Zhiyi thought of many interesting games, such as catching butterflies.
Jing Yue was quite interested. He was confused at first and his reactions were very funny. Lin Zhiyi laughed out loud.
Later, Jing Yue slowly began to concentrate and think, and he actually found the pattern.
Lin Zhiyi then switched to a new game, and Jingyue went from being confused to being proficient again.
Their laughter could be heard from the carriage from time to time.
When the carriage stopped, the two men got out reluctantly, and Lin Zhiyi realized that they had arrived at the hot spring villa.
Huh? Didn't you say you were going to Tianlong Temple?
Jing Yue had no unusual expression and summoned the person in charge of the hot spring villa to inquire about the situation of the villa.
Others have also started running in and out with their luggage.
Lin Zhiyi shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, let's go to Tianlong Temple on the way back."
Someone has some ulterior motives, and she has to hurry and appease them.
After a long journey, they had a relatively simple cold noodle for lunch.
-- Pick young green locust leaves, mash their juice, and mix it with flour to make thin noodles. After cooking, soak them in ice water until they are bright green. Then, pick them up, toss them with cooking oil, and refrigerate them in a well or ice cellar. Add seasonings when eating. It is a refreshing and delicious way to beat the heat.
"Take a nap." Jing Yue and Lin Zhiyi went to the room that had been cleaned up a few days ago.
The room in the villa was elegant and cool, but the bed was not as big as the one in the princess's mansion. When two people lay side by side, the remaining space could only accommodate one more person.
Although they were close to each other on the luxurious bed in the princess's mansion that could accommodate seven or eight people, the feeling at this moment was completely different.
The narrow bed brought them closer together, making the world seem so vast that they could only hug and lean on each other.
Lin Zhiyi and Jing Yue smiled at each other and slowly fell asleep.
More than half an hour later, Lin Zhiyi woke up first. She quietly got out of bed, washed her face simply, and became refreshed.
Listening to the mountain breeze and the chirping of insects and birds, Lin Zhiyi felt relaxed and ordered Zhu'er to take out her brush, ink, paper and inkstone and start painting.
When she came, she took a quick look at the scenery of the villa. It was beautiful, but lacked some fun.
She wants to build a swing and a rocking car.
After all, she had played with her fourth sister Lin Zhihua, and she had learned some technical principles of the craft.
After drawing the blueprint, she thought about it, handed it to Su Lian, and asked him to ask someone to do it.
Su Lian smiled and took the order and left.
He believed that the prince consort was trying various ways to make the princess happy, so he was very pleased.
When Jing Yue woke up, packed up, and came over again, she happened to run into Su Lian coming out happily.
Su Lian: "The princess is awake!"
"Um."
"I'll go and have them serve tea to the princess!"
His back is filled with happiness.
Jing Yue was confused. He walked into the room, went to the desk, and looked at Lin Zhiyi's painting: "What are you painting?"
"Just draw something." What was now spread out in front of Lin Zhiyi was an ink-and-wash landscape painting.
Of course, from Jingyue's point of view, it cannot be called a masterpiece, it can only be said to be acceptable.
"What did you tell Su Lian to do?"
"Keep it a secret. You'll know in two days."
"A gift for me?"
"Well...you can understand it that way."
Jing Yue secretly guessed, but knew that she couldn't guess it.
Her thinking has always been imaginative, eccentric and novel, and it is difficult to understand it directly.
Just like when they first arrived at the villa, he had wanted to wait for her to ask about Tianlong Temple, but he didn't expect her to ask.
Did you forget?
Or should I just accept the arrangement of not going to Tianlong Temple?
Soon, Yaoer came over to serve tea.
Jing Yue took a cup of tea, sat beside and sipped it leisurely, her eyes lingering on Lin Zhiyi for a long time.
Lin Zhiyi turned his head to look at him, and he smiled again: "Done?"
"No~Ayue, you can also help me draw a few strokes."
"Okay." Jing Yue put down the teacup and walked forward to take the brush that Lin Zhiyi handed to him.
Jing Yue, the "native", has better painting style and skills than Lin Zhiyi, but the content of his paintings shows a bit of sadness.
Lin Zhiyi asked at the right moment: "Ayue, are you worried about something?"
Jing Yue lowered her eyes, picked up the pen and was silent for a moment before she said, "I deliberately didn't take you to Tianlong Temple."
"I know."
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