"Yeah, I'm scared to death," Xiao An nodded hurriedly. At the same time, she embarrassedly put her face against Pang Yi's chest and giggled, "How can you be so unromantic? You know that the other person just wants to find a reason to keep you here, but you still have to expose it. Why are you so annoying!"
Pang Yi also laughed with her, hugged Xiao An and fell on the bed. He kissed her smiling little mouth and said with a smile: "Yes, I am a blockhead who doesn't understand romance. Madam, please forgive me in the future."
"Look at your personality. You're just like that grandson Chu! Dumb and stupid!" Xiao An smiled with her lips pursed.
"What Sun Zichu?" Pang Yi was stunned. "Who is Sun Zichu?"
"It's Sun Zichu in "A Bao". How come you haven't read "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio"?" Xiao An looked curious.
Pang Yi shook his head: "No. I have never been able to sit still in front of a desk since I was a child. I would get sleepy once I started reading. Apart from some military books, I have never read any other books."
"No wonder you're so stupid!" Xiao An looked disgusted. She took a pillow and let the two of them use it as a pillow. Then she said excitedly, "Then let me tell you about "A Bao"."
Pang Yi nodded hurriedly: "Okay."
…
Xiao An told Pang Yi everything she had heard from the storyteller. After she finished, she felt so thirsty that she got out of bed to get some water. When she came back, she saw Pang Yi still in deep thought, not knowing what he was thinking about.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you thinking about?" Xiao An climbed onto the bed and patted Pang Yi with her hand.
"I was thinking, the first time that Sun Zichu's soul left his body, it attached itself to Abao's skirt and followed Abao back home. He sat and lay down with Abao, and at night he made love with Abao," Pang Yi sat up and looked at Xiao An with a serious face, "How do you think they made love?"
The corners of Xiao An's mouth twitched: "...How should I know?!"
Pang Yi looked curious: "Didn't the storyteller tell anything?"
"Bah!" Xiao An suddenly spat fiercely on Pang Yi's face, her face red with anger, "I'm a serious storyteller, how could I tell such a mess?"
"Why is it such a mess? I think this is a top priority," Pang Yi said with a chuckle, while he put his arm around Xiao An, "How about... we discuss this tonight?"
Xiao An stuttered, "...you, you, go away. I'm not afraid anymore, not at all!"
"No way! I'm most afraid of traveling at night. I won't leave no matter what!" The next second, Pang Yi suddenly hugged Xiao An and rolled onto the bed. Amid Xiao An's screams, he fumbled for a long time before finally finding the belt of her skirt, then gently pulled it open, while whispering in Xiao An's ear, "Lin'er, it's night, we should have some fun..."
"Why are you talking so much nonsense... woo!"
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July 5, 33rd year of Jiasheng
The capital.
Imperial study.
Zhong Zhiheng had been sitting behind the dragon desk for quite a while since returning to the imperial study after the morning court session. Normally at this time, Zhong Zhiheng would be busy reviewing memorials, but today he did not. Even though the dragon desk was piled with memorials, he did not even move his pen.
The sound of footsteps came closer and closer. Zhong Zhiheng slowly raised his head and saw Zhao Ruhai lifting the curtain and walking quickly forward.
"Your Majesty, the Prince of Pingxi has entered the Meridian Gate."
"Got it." Zhong Zhiheng nodded and waved his hand to let Zhao Ruhai leave. He looked at the mountain of memorials in front of him and felt a little dazed for a moment. He actually remembered the time when the late emperor was still alive.
It was also on such a gloomy day that he sent his younger brother out of the palace. After bidding farewell to the late emperor and the empress dowager from the Palace of Heavenly Purity, the two brothers walked forward in silence. The border was restless, their father was seriously ill, and the princes were ready to make a move. The Great Zhou Dynasty was in an unprecedented precarious situation. The two legitimate princes felt more tragic than other illegitimate princes.
"Brother," Zhong Zhiling stopped at the Meridian Gate, and looked at Zhong Zhiheng reluctantly with his eyes like black jade, "I am leaving now. I will ask you to take care of my father and mother."
"Got it." Zhong Zhiheng also looked at him. The boy he watched grow up was now half a head taller than him. When looking at each other like this, he had to tilt his head slightly. Even though the boy had a look of farewell and reluctance, Zhong Zhiheng still inexplicably felt a sense of oppression and crisis in his heart.
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