Chapter 313 Anxi Strategy (III)

Zhang Huan was stunned. Will he have any old friends in the Western Regions thousands of miles away? His strong curiosity drove him to walk out of the palace quickly. He saw a young woman in a purple long dress standing on the steps of the palace. She was wearing a gauze scarf on her head. When Zhang Huan came out, she pulled the gauze scarf apart and showed an extremely beautiful face in the half-light and half-dark light.

She smiled like a flower, but she was Jing Niang. Zhang Huan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect to meet her here.

"You... why are you here?" he asked hesitantly.

"What? Can't I be here?" Jing Niang tied up the turban and tied a knot behind her hair, revealing a piece of snow-white neck and face. She chuckled softly, "Don't forget where I was born?"

Zhang Huan also shook his head and smiled. If he could meet his old friends in the Western Regions, who else would be besides Jing Niang? When he met her in a foreign land, a joy of reunion after a long separation came to Zhang Huan's heart. He quickly waved, "Come in and sit!"

Jing Niang followed him into the palace. While walking, she looked at the legendary most magnificent palace in the Western Regions. When she walked through the inner hall, she caught a glimpse of the huge ivory bed from the crack of the door, and her heart thumped up. However, Zhang Huan did not take her into the bedroom, but entered a living room next to her. The living room was not big, with thick Persian carpets on the ground, and a few red willow ring chairs were casually placed, with soft cushions on it, and floor-to-ceiling curtains were pulled. There were lights on the walls on both sides, and the light was bright and soft.

"Sit down!" Zhang Huan also calmed down his excitement a little and poured her a cup of tea. After talking to Jing Niang, Pei Ying frankly told him that Jing Niang would not give up his career for him, and he also knew that it was impossible between him and Jing Niang. Although he was a little regretful, Zhang Huan quickly put the matter aside.

After half a year, I saw her again. Time flies. Zhang Huan no longer had the passion and expectations of the past, but it was more of an old friend.

Jingniang sat down and looked at Zhang Huan in a complicated mood. This man she had helped her and was also the man she once wanted to marry. Now she is the king of the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty. She still has an old love for him. This old love is like a flower seedling that has sprouted but has been unable to grow for a long time. She missed the flowering period and season.

She had already felt Zhang Huan's calmness towards her. At this moment, she suddenly felt a strong sense of loss in her heart. Her long eyelashes drooped down and she stared blankly at the ground without saying a word.

Zhang Huan put the teacup in front of her. Seeing that she seemed to be in a bad mood, she smiled and said, "If you have any difficulties, just tell me, can I still help you?"

Today, Jing Niang came to Zhang Huan to find Zhang Huan and asked him for help, but now she didn't want to speak anymore, so she just shook her head gently, "It's nothing, I'm just passing by here. I heard you are here, so I'll come to see you."

As she said that, she stood up, bit her lip gently and said to Zhang Huan: "I feel very depressed here, let's go outside for a walk!"

Zhang Huan nodded and smiled, "I just happened to want to go out for a walk, see the customs and culture here, let's go together!"

When the two walked out of the palace, the night outside finally fell quietly. The night was as cool as water, and the whole city seemed to be shrouded in a layer of blue smoke. The two walked slowly on the street side by side, and dozens of personal soldiers followed behind them from afar. Jingniang took a long breath of night fog, and a faint sadness appeared in her pale blue eyes.

"This time I went to Suiye and my hometown Tuozhecheng. I originally wanted to find memories of the past, but my old house no longer exists. No one I knew was full of shadows of Dashi everywhere, just like I had arrived in a strange city that I had ever lived in. Even the cemetery where my mother was buried became a cannibal church, and my roots were completely lost."

Speaking of this, she instinctively shrank her shoulders, as if the night color brought her a hint of chill. At this moment, she felt her waist being held by Zhang Huan's powerful and warm hands. She couldn't help but look up at him. He was also staring at her, his eyes full of tenderness and kindness. At this moment, Jing Niang suddenly felt that she was so weak, just like a bird that flew back to her nest from a storm. She actually felt like she wanted to cry.

She suddenly turned around, buried her head in his arms, and couldn't help sobbing gently. Zhang Huan hugged the lonely woman tightly in her arms and stroked her thin shoulders. He also felt a strong desire to protect her in his heart.

After a long time, Jing Niang wiped away her tears and leaned against him, allowing him to hug herself tighter. Neither of them spoke. Jing Niang snuggled up to him and walked slowly on the street. I don’t know how long she had walked. When Zhang Huan saw the lights on in a tavern not far ahead, he laughed in a low voice: “Would our shopkeeper advise the farmer to have a drink?”

Jing Niang snuggled in his arms, feeling a little reluctant, but she didn't want to discourage Zhang Huan's enthusiasm, so she nodded. Zhang Huan winked at the personal soldiers behind and ordered them not to follow up. The two entered the restaurant. The restaurant was not big and the decorations inside were quite old. At this time, there was no customer in the store. The shopkeeper behind the counter was dozing boredly. A girl was wiping the table and chairs. When she saw them in, she immediately greeted her and smiled: "The two guests came so coincidental. The store had just opened two jars of aged wine for ten years?"

Zhang Huan smiled and said, "Okay! Then let's have a pot of wine and serve us a few plates of side dishes."

He pulled Jing Niang to a elegant room to sit down. The girl quickly served them wine and food, and then went out wisely. Jing Niang stretched out her jade finger and picked up the wine pot. She poured Zhang Huan a glass of wine and filled herself with another glass.

She picked up the wine glass and smiled and said, "Governor Zhang traveled across the Western Regions, and the little woman liked it very much. I would like to give you a cup."

Zhang Huan also picked up the wine glass and smiled: "In the future, Anxi returns to the Tang Dynasty, I want to vigorously promote the trade between Anxi and the Central Plains. Can Jingniang have this interest?"

The girl Jing was overjoyed. One of the main purposes she came to find Zhang Huan today was to obtain Anxi's trade license. If Zhang Huan supported her, she would not be afraid of the embarrassment of the government along the way. She drank the glass of wine and stared at Zhang Huan with beautiful eyes and said, "You promised me, are you allowed to go back on your word?"

Zhang Huan also drank the wine in the glass. He smiled faintly and said, "If I can't even do this little thing, I'm just talking about the Western Regions. Even if you let go, you don't have enough capital and staff, I can help you. I hope that one day, you can become my number one merchant in the Tang Dynasty."

Zhang Huan's words made Jing Niang's weak heart gradually become stronger, and her face regained her confidence and spirit as before, and she laughed and told Zhang Huan about her experiences and experiences along the way.

Zhang Huan listened attentively. He also wanted to know the situation west of the Palacio. Before he knew it, they had drunk three pots of wine. Zhang Huan gradually felt drunk in his heart. He picked up another glass of wine, looked at the small wine shop, and couldn't help but smile at Jing Niang, "When I saw this small wine shop, I remembered the muddy monk who just lived a life when I first met you."

"Go to you!" Jing Niang raised her fist and punched him hard on the shoulder, and said coquettishly: "What does it mean to be a muddle-by-mortar? When will I be a muddle-by-mortar?"

Zhang Huan smiled and clamped her voice and said, "My grandmother only enjoys today and never considers the future."

He glanced at her sideways and smiled, "Who said this, I don't know?"

"You bad guy, you still remember these words." Jing Niang was already unable to drink, so she simply fell into Zhang Huan's arms and giggled.

Zhang Huan looked at the beautiful and mature woman in front of him, and looked at her smooth skin as white as snow, the most primitive desire in his heart began to burn quietly.

He lowered his head and kissed her cherry red lips. Jing Niang's body shook, but it quickly softened slowly. She hugged his neck and kissed him back. Zhang Huan's hand wandered around her plump and slim body. After a long time, her four lips separated. Her face was extremely delicate, and she was embarrassed in her watery beautiful eyes. She gently tapped Zhang Huan's nose and whispered: "If you get too close, you will be pierced by wild flowers, but if you get too far, you can't see its lovely place. The distance is not far or close, but the most beautiful. Do you still remember it?"

Zhang Huan nodded, "I still remember that since you don't want to marry me as a concubine, then you can be my woman from now on!"

He picked her up, sucked her earlobe gently and said, "It starts tonight."

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In the Kucha Palace, on the huge ivory bed, Jing Niang moaned softly, and catered to his storm-like impact. She screamed and pinched his back desperately. Her hunger for many years erupted at this moment. She seemed to be a small boat lost in the storm, allowing the violent sea to throw her to the top of the waves and fall into the abyss. She was completely intoxicated. She was taken into the fairyland again and again by Zhang Huan. At this moment, she would rather die under him.

The storm finally passed, and the sea surface calmed down. Jing Niang lay on her lover's body, her black hair like a waterfall spread on her chest. She stroked his strong chest and wide arms. After a long time, she sighed happily, "Where have you been these years?"
Chapter completed!