The fluffy white snow fell from the sky and merged into the Baili River of Lights below.

At the top of the central round building, a figure sat cross-legged on the ridge, looking up at the sky. There were no stars in the sky, but his clear eyes still reflected the stars and the lights along both sides of the river.

A small table was placed on the ridge of the roof, with a wine jar and a wine bowl placed on it.

Shangguan Lingye, who was wearing a phoenix skirt, stared at the sky for a long time. He wanted to remove the clouds that blocked the stars and moon, but in the end he didn't do anything.

Because she discovered that compared with the stars in the sky, the snow scene on earth is actually quite beautiful.

The flying snowflakes fluttered in the wind and fell silently into the wine bowl.

After Shangguan Lingye took a few glances, he poured a bowl of wine and wanted to taste what the strong wine tasted like with snowflakes.

But no matter how good the wine is, if only one person drinks it, it seems like it won’t have any taste.

It feels quite boring.

Shangguan Lingye put down his wine bowl and sat alone for a long time; he didn't want to think about those complicated and mundane things, and he didn't want to think about what the great road was, but he didn't know what to think about.

Looking at the wonderful snow scene in front of her, she felt that she should ask someone to come over and watch it together, and then talk about some gossip that would be forgotten tomorrow morning.

So she took out another wine bowl and put it on the small table, and took out the Tiandun card.

The Tiandun card shimmered, and after a moment, a man's voice came:

"Senior Lingye? Is something wrong?"

Shangguan Lingye looked at the small building by the river in the distance and said:

"It's nothing. I just want to drink. It's boring to drink alone."

"Well……"

The man's voice was hesitant.

Shangguan Lingye's eyes moved slightly and his tone was calm:

"Forget it if you don't have time. Perform well tomorrow. Many experts will be watching."

"Today is indeed inconvenient, senior, please forgive me."

"It doesn't matter."

Shangguan Lingye smiled, put away the Tiandun card, and looked away from the small building to look at the snowy scene outside the eaves.

The snow scene was already beautiful, but for some reason it was no longer worth seeing.

But this time, I still sat and watched Dongfang Chuming.

There is only an empty jug of wine left on the table, and the snowflakes have become the hanging ornaments on the long black hair. From a distance, it seems that like the thousands of buildings under my feet, my hair has turned white overnight...

——

The twelfth lunar month has not yet arrived, but a blood-stained wintersweet bloomed in advance in the room.

Unknowingly, the faint morning light illuminated the window paper in the winter morning.

There was still residual warmth in the room, but it still felt a bit cold.

The nightgowns fell on the floor and had not yet been collected. The young man and woman huddled in the soft quilt and hugged each other for warmth. One was asleep and the other was awake.

Zuo Lingquan leaned on the pillow, his arms around Jiang Yixue's shoulders, and he held the jade pendant with a pig's head and human body in his hand and rubbed it gently.

Jiang Yi closed her eyes and breathed steadily.

Zuo Lingquan still felt sorry for his fiancée. He just tasted it briefly last night and didn't bother with it for too long. After stopping, Jiang Yi fell asleep and has been sleeping soundly until now.

At midnight, Shangguan's grandmother suddenly summoned him and asked him to go drink.

Zuo Lingquan knew that it was not good to reject someone twice in a row, but Jiang Yi had just gone to bed and there was no way he could leave. He could only find an opportunity to apologize for this matter in the future.

Jiang Yi used to go to morning every day, and was very disciplined in her work and rest. She woke up naturally when the sky was slightly bright.

"Um……"

Jiang Yi's eyelashes moved slightly and she murmured slightly. Before she even opened her eyes, she remembered something...

last night……

Did I cry?

And he calls this guy Mr. Xianggong...

Jiang Yimeiyan's cheeks were slightly stiff, and she returned to her sleeping appearance, daring not to move.

Zuo Lingquan put away the jade pendant, kissed Jiang Yi on the forehead, and said softly:

"It's still early, let's sleep a little longer."

Jiang Yi's breathing rose and fell, and she calmed down for a long time before she suppressed all the emotions in her heart, opened her eyes, and wanted to show off her princess' aura and say a few words to Zuo Lingquan as fiercely as before.

But seeing Zuo Lingquan's face so close, I remembered the pain I suffered yesterday when I was carefully fucked. I didn't dare to speak. I finally sat up, wrapped myself in quilt, and said softly:

"Get up when you wake up. You will have something to do later... I will settle accounts with you about what happened last night."

Zuo Lingquan looked at the smooth snowy back in front of him and the white buttocks under the waistline. He stood up, took out the red skirt and put it on her body:

"The princess has the final say, please put on the skirt, don't catch a cold."

Even though Jiang Yi had met Zuo Lingquan sincerely, she was still embarrassed to put on clothes in front of him. She covered herself completely with a quilt, put on her bellyband and thin pants, then took out a handkerchief from under the quilt and turned her back.

Fold it and put it in your arms.

Zuo Lingquan also took care of Jiang Yi's feelings, stopped teasing Jiang Yi, stood up and put on his robe.

Jiang Yi had clothes on her body, and the embarrassment and shyness in her heart also dissipated a little. She recalled the scenes that she didn't dare to think about last night, and said hesitantly:

"Zuo Lingquan."

Zuo Lingquan was tying up his hair when he heard the voice and turned around:

"Um?"

Jiang Yi's eyes were a little suspicious. She glanced at Zuo Lingquan and then looked away:

"You...you seem to be quite...very familiar with that kind of thing. Are you having an affair with Tang Jing..."

"Men are born with this kind of thing."

Jiang Yi was new to human affairs, and no one had taught her these things before, and she didn't know the specific situation; but her instinctive intuition still made her feel something was wrong:

"This is definitely not the first time you have harmed a woman. I...I can't explain clearly. Anyway, it feels weird. Please explain to me honestly!"

Zuo Lingquan smiled softly: "Let's talk about it when we get back. Let's go eat first, and then we have to go to the Sword Worship Platform to check on the situation."

Jiang Yi couldn't explain clearly. She still had business to do, so she stopped checking Zuo Lingquan. She got up and tied her skirt on the ground, then ran behind the screen and started washing...

——

Half an hour later.

Zuo Lingquan wore a black robe and a bamboo hat and walked through the crowded streets.

Jiang Yi was wearing a red dress, but she also put a hat on her head to avoid being recognized.

Because everyone on the street was talking about the upcoming war and walking towards the gate of Tiedong Mansion.

The "Sword Worship Platform" is a martial arts arena where disciples of the Nine Sects compete against each other in combat prowess. "Sword Worship Platform" means respecting martial arts.

Yunshui Jiantan asked for a fight here because Jingtai intervened and could not touch Zuo Lingquan, so he followed the old rules for dealing with disciple disputes - the two sides fought, Zuo Lingquan apologized for losing, and Yunshui Jiantan

If Tan loses, forget about it and let the matter be settled.

However, after the matter is settled and the losing party loses face, according to the rules, they can send another person to challenge the situation in order to gain face for their sect. The winner cannot run away after winning.

The second game is related to the reputation of the sect. In the history of the nine sects, they have lost two games in a row because they encountered the other nine sects. There has never been a situation where a small sect has been defeated and won two games in a row.

Because the second game was about to begin, the Nine Sects would definitely send their leader Qing Kui, who was the most powerful at the same level, to avoid losing face to the sect.

If nothing unexpected happens this time, according to the reputation of 'Jian Wuwu', Yunshui Jiantan will send his inner disciples to challenge him; as long as he wins the first battle, 'Jian Wuwu' will be named the number one among the three heroes of Central Continent.

Now that I have taken a seat, from now on I can choose whatever I want from the nine sects, and my master can choose whatever I want, and I will always be a welcome guest wherever I go.

If we win the second game...

Even the monks in the Iron River Valley dare not think of such a thing - the Yunshui Sword Pool is coming fiercely this time, and they want to overwhelm the Sword Imperial City of Zhongzhou and claim the title of the 'Number One Sword Sect in the South'. If even the three heroes of Zhongzhou meet,

Without even seeing him, Qingkui died before leaving the army, which was a complete loss of face.

Because the hope of winning two games in a row was really slim, even the bets placed in Iron River Valley were on whether Li Chudial could appear, not whether Jian Wuyi could clear the level.

Jiang Yi followed Zuo Lingquan to the sword worship platform. Seeing such a handicap, she was a little dissatisfied:

"Ling Quan, they look down on people too much."

This is the first time Jiang Yi uses the nickname "Lingquan" instead of calling him by his first name.

Zuo Lingquan's mind was not on the upcoming duel, but on Jiang Yi's mood.

Having just lost her virginity, Jiang Yi was obviously a little uncomfortable with it, and her previous aura seemed to have been lost. She walked beside him like an ordinary young daughter-in-law, and her tone of voice when talking to him was much lighter.

Seeing that no one was paying attention on the street, Zuo Lingquan took Jiang Yi's hand under her skirt and whispered:

"Your Highness, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"Um?"

Jiang Yi retracted her hand slightly and looked at Zuo Lingquan in confusion:

"What's the discomfort?"

Zuo Lingquan glanced down.

Only then did Jiang Yi react.

She hadn't been tortured for too long yesterday, so she felt really uncomfortable, and her physical sensation was not obvious.

But Jiang Yi didn't have the nerve to say such a thing. She glared slightly, then buried her head and walked forward.
Chapter completed!