290 The Rise and Fall of the Royal City (Part 19)
At this moment, she comfortably closed her eyes, her hair moved slightly, and then, like a lazy kitten, she leaned back, unwilling to move at all.
The sleeping beauty seemed to think she had woken up, so she gently moved over, changed to a more comfortable sleeping position, and then fell asleep again.
I suppose it was because I was too tired, too excited, and too intense last night. The heat was like fire, as if the air itself had been ignited.
Gently, with arms slightly lowered, I moved to embrace her softly. It was just before dawn, the coldest time before sunrise. I couldn't let my beloved catch a chill, nor could I neglect her.
He could only gently embrace her with both hands, afraid of disturbing her rest. Gently, his heart was like a tiger sniffing a rose, tender as a breeze caressing her face.
Beside her, her face was like ethereal moonlight, clear and mysterious. Her eyes were like stars twinkling in the night sky, deep and captivating.
She was delicate and beautiful, with a pure and gentle heart, and a captivating charm. She wore a thin purple silk gauze undergarment, and her face had a slight blush as if she had just fallen asleep. A feeling of tenderness and affection welled up from the bottom of my heart.
Beside her, a woman in a light, cloud-white dress, as light as a cloud, black and thin, wore long hair that cascaded down her back like black silk, smooth and silky. Slender, long, delicate, and graceful, her figure was like a light swallow, dancing in a dream.
And here, the fragrance of orchids fills the nose, the scent of flowers wafts towards the face, a gentle and graceful woman, a peerless beauty, a woman in her twilight years, soft and tender, with all the flowers drawn to her.
It was as if I could feel a familiar, comforting presence, a warm embrace—a haven of peace in my heart. I gently shifted into a comfortable position, leaning against soft, broad, and strong arms, my eyes slightly closed, a look of contentment on my face, before drifting off to sleep again.
I thought she had woken up, but it turned out to be like this. I smiled slightly and gently embraced her. At this moment, the outside temperature was at its coldest. The beauty's breathing was even and soft, like a kitten sleeping peacefully.
A perfect, sacred, and inviolable sleeping posture; beautiful and delicate lines; elegant posture and charming temperament. At this moment, I just want to quietly admire it.
Inside Wen'er's room, Xixi looked at the adorable Wen'er and gently soothed her until she quickly drifted off to sleep. Watching the sleeping girl, Xixi gently covered her with the blanket and lay down herself, realizing it had been a long time since she had experienced something like this.
I habitually activate my spiritual sense and quietly observe my surroundings. It's just a habit, and I can't fully adapt to it yet.
However, within a few feet of his divine sense, there were things he had never witnessed before. He had only seen them by chance before, such as birds breeding, but he had never seen them with his own eyes.
Instantly, feeling shy, she quickly severed her spiritual connection, preparing to fall asleep peacefully. With her lover around, she was sure to be completely safe nearby.
But the more I tried to sleep, the less I could. My heart was pounding like a deer's. I had no choice but to gently examine the scene. The images were clear, vivid, and real. I looked at them and forgot to look away.
Her face was exquisitely beautiful, breathtakingly so. Her eyes were crystal clear and perfectly proportioned, with two bright gems that captivated Xixi's gaze. She was utterly amazed!
Soft and delicate, beautiful like morning dew, glistening and tempting to touch.
One-piece swimsuits, white swimsuits, black swimsuits, some with wide and flowing skirts, some with small and thin skirts, very tight, probably too small, uncomfortable to wear!
Her long, smooth, and glossy hair resembled drooping willow branches, and her tall figure made her look like an elegant dancer, performing various graceful dances and poses!
Her slightly rosy complexion revealed her unparalleled beauty, purity, loveliness, and elegance, a charm that was both refreshing and irresistible to anyone.
Hesitantly, the oriole sang, its song so sweet and clear that one could easily become engrossed and captivated by it, listening all night long until dawn!
At this moment, I was exhausted, yet still felt a sliver of longing. In the early morning, I was so sleepy that I gently pulled Wen'er into my arms and gently led her to sleep.
It was dawn, and the sky was just beginning to lighten. The area around the market had become much safer recently; wild animals and ghosts were no longer a sound.
People in every household have already begun to get busy, preparing for the day's work. Men and women change into coarse cloth clothes, start fires to cook something to eat, some eat at roadside stalls, and then either take a horse-drawn carriage or walk into the fields, or prepare to go to the workshop to begin their day's work.
The workshop was recently established. This market town consumes daily tofu, pickled products, and various woven bags, straw sandals, coarse cloth clothing, burlap sacks, beds, basins, chairs, furniture, as well as grass-cutting knives, wood-chopping knives, paper-making bricks and tiles, and ordinary porcelain, etc.
The children also got up early to help their families prepare things or diligently memorize their textbooks. Cherishing this rare opportunity, the children didn't wait for much, but if they memorized well, they received praise and occasionally some rewards, like candy or hawthorn skewers. Such rare treats naturally gave them something to look forward to.
Some who are too hardworking, or those with exceptionally good physical condition, have already started digging and planting. A few days ago, Old Weng started trying sweet potatoes, and some of these farmers were willing to give it a try.
He was dressed in coarse cloth clothes and straw sandals, with an extra layer of thick cloth on top. He was dark-skinned and looked very strong. Beside him was a man with a similar appearance and similar clothes, except that he had a worn-out gourd around his waist.
It looked like a father and son working in the field. The field had been dug, with even holes about half a hoe's depth, and sweet potato vines covered in dew beside them.
At this moment, the father and son were talking in a low voice. "Qingsong, the old man said that after planting this sweet potato, the leaves and stems can be eaten, and the vines can be fed to chickens, ducks, geese and pigs."
It seems the welcome is real, and they say the bottom of this plant is quite good. It's said to produce large, edible fruit. I wonder how effective it will be. If it's true, we won't have to worry about food anymore.
The two grandsons and granddaughters in this family, along with them, are all well enough to eat.
Hearing his father's words, the dark-skinned man, Qingsong, nodded. "Father is right. What Old Man Weng said must be true. We were able to come here thanks to Old Man Weng's kindness."
Our entire Wengjia Village should be deeply grateful to Elder Weng. These past few days, several elders in the village have discussed placing Elder Weng's parents in this ancestral hall as well. I wonder how things are going.
Qingsong suddenly asked in a low voice!
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