Chapter 405 Jiang Nuanzhi: Why won't you let me touch you?
Seven years into the prosperous reign, as the year drew to a close, I was implicated in a major battle, and my entire family was convicted and imprisoned.
The prison van also traveled through the streets and alleys of Shengjing.
The people who once welcomed and respected me now throw rotten vegetable leaves, rotten eggs, and thick phlegm and swill at me.
At that moment, I looked at my filthy body, filled with hatred. I, Li Rong, had never been treated like this since birth; I was the one who humiliated others, never the other way around. I resolved to fight back.
But over the next five years, everyone around me left one by one because of my sins.
Even Chi Heng was implicated by me and was punished by being sent to the frontier to guard the ancestral spirit.
Looking back on my life now, I don't even know why I'm alive.
I've thought many times: if I had died in the first place, would they have been spared the consequences?
Just like Changshan, without my thought, perhaps he wouldn't have betrayed the camp. He would still be a general, still protecting his country and making contributions.
Jiang Nuanzhi rubbed her sore eyes, not knowing how to comfort him. She could only sigh, wrap her arms around his firm waist, and soothe him by stroking him from top to bottom.
Li Rong's tense body slumped slightly as he leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers.
In a daze, Jiang Nuanzhi felt a chill on her scalp, and then suddenly stopped as she followed his back.
Ah Rong...cried?
Her lips parted slightly several times, but she didn't know what to say. Perhaps all she could do was stay by her side.
That day, Li Rong talked on and on.
Speaking of Awang, he used to be his personal bodyguard. It is said that even after he became a general, he could not get rid of his habit of vomiting at the sight of blood, and the tassel of his sword was filled with plums to stop vomiting.
He also talked about how strict his father was back then, and how his older sister used to defuse the situation with her retroflex tongue.
He then spoke of his two closest friends from childhood.
Later in the conversation, the two sat down in front of the Changshan Stele and started drinking wine, taking turns sips.
Finally, the two large jars of wine were completely drunk.
Jiang Nuanzhi leaned on Li Rong's shoulder with a flushed face, vaguely listening to him tell funny stories, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth.
"So, Changshan is this kind of person. I've never heard you say these things before. How could a man like him dress as a woman to lure the enemy?" Jiang Nuanzhi couldn't help but chuckle.
Li Rong took the wine jar in a daze, bumped it against the tombstone, and put on a bitter smile: "He used to have the best appearance. And the bearded man, I even doubted whether he was a woman disguised as a man. The bearded man used to like to read paintings. In the notebook, there was often a female general who disguised himself as a man and entered the camp. He was obsessed and secretly watched Chang Shan take a bath. He was beaten several times, and his thoughts were broken. He was melancholy for several days, but he was finally taken in by Chang Shan. "
With that, the atmosphere in the air seemed to lighten slightly. Li Rong tugged at the corner of his mouth and remained lost in thought for a long time.
A gentle breeze ruffled the long hair at Li Rong's temples. His moist eyes fell on the tombstone, and he finally tapped the wine jar against it: "Have a drink."
Then, it was spilled on the ground.
Jiang Nuanzhi patted her flushed face and furrowed her delicate brows tightly: "Wait, what did you say back then that the three of you went to steal wine?"
She counted on her fingers: "You one, Chi Heng one, and who's the gatekeeper?"
Li Rong's dark eyes flickered, then he stood up: "It's too cold, A Nuan. I'll talk to you about it later. Shall we go back first?"
Jiang Nuanzhi blinked slowly, then burped and looked at Li Rong: "Haven't heard enough yet? Tell me who it is first."
Li Rong wrapped his arms around the person and said, "You've had too much to drink, it's time to go back."
"Oh, okay." Jiang Nuanzhi blinked her clear eyes twice, turned around and bowed solemnly: "All good things must come to an end. Goodbye."
As Jiang Nuanzhi spoke, she turned around, her steps unsteady, and she staggered.
Li Rong recited the phrase "Do not look at what is improper," and pulled him into her arms. She glanced at the tombstone one last time, then led Jiang Nuanzhi back.
As Jiang Nuanzhi drank, she also said goodbye: "Changshan, I'll come to see you again next time. I'll bring you some clothes and some storybooks so you won't get bored."
"Okay, stand still first." Li Rong wanted to help her put on her clothes, but it was really difficult to do so.
Jiang Nuanzhi felt increasingly hot and weak, her steps light and soft, and she clung to Li Rong, completely exhausted.
He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, unconsciously caressing it, and muttered, "Ah Rong, I used to think I had a hard life, and I even swore I would never treat anyone, but compared to you, I suddenly realize that what I did before was nothing at all."
"Hmm," Li Rong groaned softly as she touched him. He immediately grasped the mischievous little hand, his Adam's apple bobbing three times before he asked, "Anuan, what happened in the past?"
Jiang Nuanzhi felt quite uncomfortable with the potential, and frowned as she said, "Why won't you let me touch you? It feels so good."
As she spoke, she broke free, and her hand deftly slipped inside her collar, unconsciously caressing her abdomen.
“Ah Nuan.”
Li Rong grabbed her fingers again, and noticing that she was going limp, he pulled her into his arms and held her waist tightly.
"Haha. It itches."
Jiang Nuanzhi shrank her neck, feeling quite uncomfortable with Li Rong's grip on her hand. She laughed and protested at the same time.
Li Rong looked down and saw her pouting and looking up at him. The silvery moonlight fell on her face, as if it were coated with a layer of fluorescence, and he felt that her whole body was glowing.
Snowflakes danced in the north wind, swirling around my hair, flickering like starlight.
A wave of heat surged through Li Rong, and his heart pounded. As if possessed, he pressed his lips against those pouting lips.
In a daze, he felt a wet touch on his lips, and his reason seemed to explode. His rough hand suddenly grabbed the back of the person's head, as if he wanted to swallow the person whole.
The arms, as if made of bronze and iron, tightened and bound closer, becoming heavier and heavier, as if trying to knead the person into their very bones.
When he came to his senses, he realized that her fist was pushing against his chest. Li Rong was slightly taken aback and immediately released his hand from her head.
But then he saw the person in his arms with their pink lips slightly parted, breathing heavily, their eyes filled with confusion.
Li Rong's Adam's apple bobbed, the sweet scent lingering on his lips and teeth disturbing his thoughts. The person before him, with misty eyes, stared at him blankly like a deer, seemingly unaware of what was happening. She even licked her rosy lips, saying, "The taste of wine...and pine resin...hmm, how strange. It's a little hot, Rong, I'm a little hot."
As Jiang Nuanzhi spoke, she began to pull at her clothes.
Li Rong took a deep breath, suppressing the raging fire burning in his abdomen. The next second, he took off his cloak and covered the culprit completely. Then, he wrapped it tightly and said, "Anuan, I'm sorry."
Then, he picked the person up and ran home.
(End of this chapter)
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