Everyone in the world has a vulgar side. The man next door thought that these two beauties were doing something unspeakable, but in fact, they were fighting each other.
Zhou Zhiruo was born in Emei, and what she learned in her life was mainly swordsmanship, but Zhao Linger was different.
As a descendant of the Song Dynasty royal family, her innate conditions are far superior to Zhou Zhiruo's. She has learned countless things in her life. Even without her Illusion Sword Sect's skills, Zhou Zhiruo is no match for her.
After just a few rounds, Zhou Zhiruo was captured by Zhao Linger.
On the large bed with carved willow wood.
Zhou Zhiruo was lying on top, while Zhao Linger was riding on her.
Zhou Zhiruo's two jade-white arms were also firmly put behind Zhao Linger's waist.
Zhao Linger said seriously: "You naughty girl, I am several years older than you. So what if you give in to me? Why do you have to go against me? What good will it do you?"
Zhou Zhiruo was also unwilling to be outdone and said: "You old woman, if you have the guts, let me go, and let's fight again with the swords in our hands."
Zhao Linger increased her strength and said, "You little bitch, I use a knife. If you call me an old woman again, I will break your hand."
"Old woman, old woman..." Zhou Zhiruo had already taken Zhao Linger in her arms. Even if she had a hundred times the courage, she would not dare to break her own hand.
After a moment of crazy commotion, Zhao Linger was the first to compromise.
Two peerless beauties were lying on the bed, panting.
Zhou Zhiruo looked at her swollen arm and said, "My man doesn't dare to bully me like this. When I see him again, you will be in trouble."
Zhao Linger glanced at Zhou Zhiruo and said, "It's up to you. I've lived enough anyway. Just like you said, I'm almost thirty years old. I'm an old woman, and I'm afraid I don't have many days left."
Zhou Zhiruo heard a hint of sadness in Zhao Linger's tone.
As a woman herself, Zhou Zhiruo knew that this hint of sadness came from the heart.
Seeing the sadness on Zhao Linger's face, Zhou Zhiruo thought for a moment and then said seriously.
"Sister, I won't hide it from you anymore. I'm sure you can see that I have been targeting you intentionally or unintentionally in some things."
"But you also have to understand that no woman is willing to share her man with other women."
"But you are different, because you are useful to Zhang Wuji. So, if you are wholeheartedly good to Zhang Wuji, I can..."
"Really?" In an instant, the gloom and loss on Zhao Linger's face disappeared.
Zhou Zhiruo smiled helplessly: "Although I am a little reluctant, it is barely true. I am the only one who can accompany Zhang Wuji on the battlefield. If you are devoted to him, I might agree."
Zhao Linger quickly sat up straight and raised her hand: "I, Zhao Linger, swear to heaven that I am absolutely devoted to Zhang Wuji. If I say even a single word of falsehood, I will be struck by lightning."
Zhou Zhiruo just smiled lightly at this oath: "I can see that you are sincere to Zhang Wuji, but what I want to know is your unknown side."
"Maybe it's a woman's intuition. I always feel like you are hiding something from me. I, Zhou Zhiruo, have been lonely all my life and have only Zhang Wuji as a relative. So in my eyes, there are some things that absolutely cannot be vague."
"Tell me about yourself. I don't want you to hide anything from me. In exchange, you can also ask me some questions."
Zhao Linger hesitated for a moment, but after a moment, she said: "I am a descendant of the Song Dynasty royal family, and the only royal family member left."
Zhou Zhiruo said "oh". She didn't think there was anything strange about it, nor did she think that the royal family was anything special.
But Zhou Zhiruo continued, "Go on, you haven't finished what you were saying."
Zhao Linger glared at Zhou Zhiruo and said, "My dear sister, everyone has a secret in their heart. I have already told you my identity as a member of the royal family of the Song Dynasty. Can't you leave me a little secret?"
Zhou Zhiruo shook her head: "No, you must be honest with me. It is better to talk about some things now than to have conflicts later."
Zhao Linger sighed helplessly. After thinking for a moment, she gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, then I'll tell you all my little thoughts."
"I am a descendant of the royal family of the Song Dynasty and the only descendant of the Zhao Song Dynasty."
"I am a woman. Even if I have amazing skills and wealth that rivals a country, I will never be able to restore the Song Dynasty."
"so……".
After Zhao Linger said this, she found it difficult to continue.
Seeing that she was in a dilemma, Zhou Zhiruo said for her, "So you want to marry Zhang Wuji. If he can really become the emperor, then your child may become the crown prince. In this way, it can be regarded as you restoring the Zhao Song Dynasty, right?"
Zhao Linger no longer dared to look at Zhou Zhiruo, but she still gritted her teeth and said, "Yes, you guessed right. This is what I planned. This is what I thought at the beginning."
"However, after spending some time with Zhang Wuji, I discovered that this man is quite worthy of love. He is handsome, has good cultivation, and cares about the world. He is perfect and impeccable, and he is also my best choice. Otherwise, I would not risk my life for him like this."
"Alas..." Zhou Zhiruo sighed helplessly: "Putting aside your royal identity, just because you are a woman, the calculations in your mind are not excessive."
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