Beyond the Divine States Chapter 227: : A lone boat carries wine into the heart of the lake

On the Jiuling Stage, Zhao Xianger stood quietly, her waist tied tightly with snow belts, the edge of the skirt under her knees was like a fine wave blowing in the wind, and her slender calves were dazzlingly white in the autumn light.

Ning Changjiu looked at her crescent-like eyebrows, her petite face faded from childishness and became more delicate and beautiful. The black-and-white pupils did not look like a fairy, but more like the mystery of a **** hidden in the world.

The two looked at each other like this, and the cold wind blew away, and the thick clouds in the sky rolled quickly, seeming to squeeze a piece of snow from it at any time.

Zhao Xianger looked at him earnestly. After a long time, she finally calmed the emotions in her heart, her face looked like Qiushuang, and said: "Do you dare to come back?"

Ning Changjiu said: "In Miss Zhao's heart, am I so untrustworthy?"

Zhao Xianger said lightly: "I really can't believe you."

Ning Changjiu walked the last steps and came to her. They were very close. Ning Changjiu could almost count each of her slender black eyelashes.

"Two years and six months." Ning Changjiu looked at her, and paused.

He originally thought that Zhao Xianger would add this time to the sky or hour, but she looked at herself as usual and said: "It's true that a long time has passed. If you don't come back, I will forget it."

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "Agreed with Your Highness, I dare not come."

Zhao Xianger said coldly: "I don't think you dare to dare."

Ning Changjiu looked at Jiulingtai and said: "Three years ago, the old fox died here."

Zhao Xianger hummed softly: "At that time, your body was stabbed through, like pork hanging at the door of a butcher."

Ning Changjiu refused to let go: "I remember that His Highness seemed to salute Pork Fuxia at the time."

Zhao Xianger said: "You remembered it wrong."

The girl's face was always calm, but when Ning Changjiu looked at her pupils, other colors could still be found in black and white, but those colors were covered by calm and indifferent disguise.

Zhao Xianger turned around and stood shoulder to shoulder with him, looking at the bleak sky of late autumn, and asked: "When did you come back?"

Ning Changjiu said: "A few days ago."

Zhao Xianger was silent for a while, and asked: "Did you meet Lu Jiajia first?"

Ning Changjiu had a guilty heart and calmly said: "My way back happened to pass through Tianku Peak first."

Zhao Xiang'er said: "That's right, Lu Jia married so long by the abyss. If it were me, I would go to see her first."

Ning Changjiu wondered how she could not see clearly, and didn't know how to answer.

Zhao Xiang'er's calm face finally had some waves: "But I'm still upset."

Ning Changjiu looked at her slightly darkened eyebrows, and tentatively stretched out her hand, trying to rub her eyebrows.

Zhao Xianger grasped his wrist: "Are you looking for a fight?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "I came here today to beg."

Zhao Xianger looked into his eyes and said: "When Linhe City was not beaten enough?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Miss Zhao's feeding fist is unforgettable. This is also one of the motivations for me to climb back from the abyss."

Zhao Xianger looked at him and said with a serious face: "I made a three-year agreement at the birthday banquet. I was indeed impulsive, but since I have already made a statement, I should put it into practice. So you can climb back...I'm still very Happy."

The corner of Ning Changjiu's mouth slightly raised: "I'm very happy to see Miss Zhao again."

Zhao Xianger calmed down and said seriously: "If you beg me to forgive you now, I might be soft-hearted."

Ning Changjiu said: "I'm here to divorce, how can there be any reason to be timid before retiring?"

Zhao Xianger looked at him and said: "You haven't changed at all, but you still like to be hard-mouthed."

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "Miss Zhao is not the same."

Zhao Xianger looked at Zhao Guo under the Nine Spirits Stage, and said: "If this engagement is going to fight, I won't let you share it, because my mother once told me that I want to return to Zhao."

"End Bi returned to Zhao?" Ning Changjiu asked.

Zhao Xianger’s first kiss, turned around, and walked under the Nine Spirits Platform: "Well, this refers to both Zhao Guoguo and me. I cannot be defeated and cannot be defeated. Body, return to the West."

Ning Changjiu asked: "West is the kingdom of Suzaku?"

Zhao Xianger did not answer.

Ning Changjiu said: "How can I return to the Kingdom of Vermillion Bird if it is not the year of Vermilion Bird?"

Zhao Xianger said: "If you have the ability, you can ask my mother yourself."

Ning Changjiu watched her slowly walk down from the back of Jiulingtai, the pure white skirt blowing close to the body, soft or slender, curvy, with the unique beauty of youth.

Ning Changjiu followed gently and said: "Where are you going?"

Zhao Xianger turned around, the frost on his face disappeared, and smiled: "I'm hungry, let's go eat first."

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"Zhao Kingdom's imperial city, you haven't visited it yet?" Zhao Xianger asked: "Now that you are lucky enough to come back, I can temporarily open the Internet and ask you to have a good meal before hitting you. "

Ning Changjiu smiled and said, "Does the Caomin want to thank the Lord Longen?"

Zhao Xiang'er said: "If you play with me again, you can pay for today's meal."

Ning Changjiu smiled, but he didn't speak anymore.

Zhao Xianger glanced at him and said: "Tell me about your story over the years. I think it will be novel and interesting."

Ning Changjiu said: "This story is a bit long, we can talk about it while eating later."

Zhao Xiang'er nodded and said: "Also, the story is considered to be the money you paid."

The two walked into the remote part of the imperial city.

Ning Changjiu looked at the tiled houses and the pitted walls and ground around the hayloft, and couldn't help but remember the scene at the age of four in the heart demon: "Your Royal Highness is going to sell me, right?"

Although Zhao Xianger changed her face briefly at this moment, her face looked like an ordinary and delicate woman, but her nobleness and majesty could not be concealed, and she still gave people a sense of precocity when she spoke.

"Sold it? Where do you want to sell it? You are so skinny and sold to the butcher's butcher's shop. It's not a lot of money. It's not enough for me to burn incense." Zhao Xianger said.

Ning Changjiu seriously analyzed: "You can sell it to the building."

"In the building?" Zhao Xianger understood immediately, and said: "You know so much."

"His Royal Highness honored."

"Don't you think that after you sell to the building, the people who come to look for you are all official ladies, and most of them are the good sons of Longyang."

"His Royal Highness also knows a lot."

"If you play tricks again, I will really tie you up and sell it."

"His Royal Highness will come to cheer you up then."

"Look for a fight!"

Zhao Xianger stopped, she had already taken off the white silk and held it in her hand. The long white silk trembling with her wrist turned into a hard, spiral-shaped sword.

The edges of her eyebrows are as sharp as a sword.

At the moment when Bai Linghuajian, the surrounding earth-walled houses seemed to have been cut a lot, becoming a string of stones connected to her feet.

They came today, and they were originally for a fight.

The quiet breath of the young girl is like the wind on the sea, with the demeanor of a grand master like a deep mountain.

Ning Changjiu also stopped.

The pure sword intent naturally oozes from his feet, between his sleeves, hair and eyebrows, like a bright mirror that emits moonlight, like a thin moon halo. But it was Qiuyue, so as soon as the light turned on, it took on the meaning of frost killing herbs.

They stared at each other quietly, and no one took the lead in making the first sword.

But beside them, there are already two lines that lightly cut through the wall of the dirt wall, and slammed into each other sharply and straightly--that was cut apart by the invisible sword intent in the air.

In the fight for kendo, in many cases the fight is the first sword.

A sword is fast, and a sword is fast.

Even the slightest difference, the consequence may be a breach of the bank.

It's quiet all around.

The boy and the girl have looked at each other for a long time. From the perspective of others, their eyes are still a bit affectionate.

But in the dark, the invisible sword intent is about to touch.

Just as they were about to touch each other, a shout suddenly sounded, adding an untimely stroke to this almost perfect picture.

That is a fisherman's song.

Not far from the end of the street, a awning boat swayed from the water. The old fisherman wearing a hat was pulling his throat, and the muscles on his thin arms kept undulating.

"Go, I'll take you to eat fish." Zhao Xianger walked forward casually.

Ning Changjiu's sword intent was also blown away by the breeze. He walked a little faster and walked to Zhao Xianger's side, saying: "His Royal Highness deserves to be the king of a country, he is really generous."

Zhao Xianger said: "You are not allowed to call my Highness later. If you missed your mouth, you will pay for it yourself later."

Ning Changjiu asked curiously: "What is that called?"

Zhao Xianger asked back: "What do you think should be called?"

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The two stopped the fishing boat and got on the fishing boat.

This is near the outside of the city. All the rivers are connected by huge lakes. The fishing boats here catch the freshest fish. Guests eat and drink while watching the scenery on both sides of the boat. When they are full of food and drink, it is almost time for the boat to enter the lake. Then the sight will be brighter and the imperial city is the most prosperous. The land of smoke and willows is on the opposite bank.

"The autumn perch here is the best autumn perch in the city. I used to come when I was a child, and it hasn't changed much after so many years." Zhao Xianger slightly lifted the skirt and stepped on the deck of the boat.

The old fisherman listened, gave a thumbs up, and smiled: "The girl is a savvy person."

Ning Changjiu replied: "That is, my wife knows everything."

Zhao Xiang'er stopped slightly, turned around and looked at him, with a look that you are looking for death again.

Ning Changjiu smiled, as if saying that you asked me to yell casually?

Naturally, the old fisherman didn't know the communication in their eyes, but thought it was the shy little wife, and smiled: "The son and the girl are really talented, I wonder if they have a banquet?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Of course, this is my wife who just passed the door."

Zhao Xianger didn't bother to care about him.

The old fisherman asked: "What do you want to order?"

Ning Changjiu asked: "What do you have?"

Zhao Xianger's voice is slightly cold and straightforward: "A dish of autumn perch, a dish of red **** eel, and then a pot of wine."

The old fisherman glanced at Ning Changjiu. Ning Changjiu didn't care about it, and smiled: "The little daughter-in-law is like this right after she has passed the door. She is arrogant, and I will go back to Zhenzhen Fugang."

Zhao Xianger looked at him faintly and said: "I have recorded all of your words."

Ning Changjiu sat down beside her and asked softly: "Then when are you going to settle the accounts?"

Zhao Xianger said: "After Autumn."

The cold wind in late autumn blows across the river.

The scent floated out of the cabin, and the autumn breeze was lingering.

Zhao Xianger leaned on the canopy and relaxed a little. Her white skirt was evenly covered on her calf, slightly bulged by the autumn wind.

She looked at the houses on both sides of the strait, seeming to remember something.

Ning Changjiu also looked at Jiang Jing leisurely, looking at the people wearing white clothes coming and going, and said: "Today is the national sacrifice?"

"Ask it knowingly."

"Who is the sacrifice?"

"Naturally, it is the soldiers who died for the reunification of Zhao Guo."

Only when the words fell, the old fisherman walked out carrying a pot of fresh and tender fish. The fish made several cuts with a knife. It was stuffed with fragrant ingredients. The red, tender and tender green onions were dotted with it. It was really beautiful. .

The old fisherman heard their conversation and said with a smile: "This girl doesn't know something. Today's national sacrifice is the sacrifice of soldiers, but in the past six months, we have fought in the country of Zhao, where did anyone die? ?"

"Oh?" Ning Changjiu asked in confusion: "Who is the sacrifice?"

The old fisherman said: "It is said that it is our majesty’s unmarried lover, but that lover has passed away for some reason. Your Majesty yearns very much and loves face. It’s hard to say clearly, so he used the name of a national sacrifice today. I miss my lover."

Ning Changjiu showed a look of sudden enlightenment: "It turns out that there is such a saying, and the old man really knows a lot. I never thought that our female emperor is also a affectionate person."

The old fisherman sighed: "Yes, after having your Majesty these years, Zhao Guo has indeed taken on a brand new look. It’s just that whoever in the world has escaped the word love. If a woman like our Majesty is lonely, she God is too unfair."

Ning Changjiu said: "No matter how beautiful and strong your Majesty is, she will eventually be just a teenage girl. If your Majesty can lay down some face, it will not end like this..."

"No need to look for it!" Zhao Xianger couldn't listen anymore, took a silver coin and handed it to the old fisherman, taking advantage of the situation to interrupt Ning Changjiu's speech.

The old fisherman looked at the silver with some trepidation, and looked at the master family Ning Changjiu in his heart.

Ning Changjiu rubbed his forehead, sighed and smiled: "The old man accept it, my wife loves the prodigal."

The old fisherman collected the money and returned to the boat.

Zhao Xianger sneered slightly: "I feel pity at the thought of spending a penny of silver asking you to eat such a delicious mouth."

Ning Changjiu smiled and said, "Don't you want to listen to my mouth telling stories?"

Zhao Xianger said: "You speak, if you don't speak well, I will throw the fish into the river to feed the fish."

"I heard that Zhao Guo advocates frugality, don't you lead by example?"

"Well, it makes sense...then throw you down."

"..."

"I fell into the abyss..." Ning Changjiu put down his chopsticks and picked up the tenderest piece of fish. He raised his eyes and watched Zhao Xianger calmly looking at himself. He hesitated for a moment and dipped the meat. Serve the juice and put it on Zhao Xianger's plate.

Zhao Xianger's expression softened slightly, and she picked up the meat and brought it to her lips. The thin, pink lips were pressed, almost melting the delicious fish.

"Just keep talking." Zhao Xianger said.

"When I finish speaking, won't all the fish be finished?" Ning Changjiu worried.

Zhao Xiang'er didn't take care of him at all, and in a blink of an eye he picked out the tenderest meat, and said: "Then you can make a long story short."

Ning Changjiu told those stories.

Zhao Xiang'er listens casually, but many times, she still sees her nervousness when she puts the chopsticks into her lips and squeezes it lightly, but she hides her emotions very well, after all, there is still something later. Zhan, she can't show her timidity just because she hears the existence of the guilty lord.

"Your life is good." Zhao Xianger commented.

Ning Changjiu said: "If my life is not good, there is no chance to eat this fish with Xianger at this moment."

Zhao Xianger gave him a piece of fish on the plate, and said in a rewarding tone: "You are very brave, reward you."

Ning Changjiu smiled and said, "Thank you, Miss Xianger."

Zhao Xiang'er recalled the story he told earlier and asked: "Who is that Si Ming Ye Chu and the one named Xiao Li?"

Ning Changjiu said: "The Lords of the Kingdom of God are all the true gods of the ancient times, and the heavenly monarchs and priests are naturally fierce ghosts."

Zhao Xianger looked at him and said seriously: "You lie."

Ning Changjiu frowned and asked: "How did I lie?"

Zhao Xianger asked: "Is that the man named Si Ming a beautiful woman?"

Ning Changjiu thought that this girl was really harder to deal with than getting married. He smiled freely and said, "You think too much."

Zhao Xianger continued to ask: "Who is more beautiful when she marries Lu?"

Ning Changjiu was slightly nervous at first, and subconsciously said: "Of course..."

Hesitating to speak and then stop.

Zhao Xianger looked at him.

Ning Changjiu said: "Of course she is the unparalleled girl in the world."

Zhao Xiang'er said annoyed: "There are flowers and grass everywhere, how can Sister Lu like someone like you?"

Ning Changjiu asked: "What about you?"

Zhao Xianger said: "I am not blind."

Ning Changjiu said: "I am the fiancé appointed by your mother. Are you saying that your mother is also blind?"

Zhao Xiang'er took a deep breath, looked at the cool water, and thought about what posture should be used to throw this reckless young man down.

Fortunately, the eel saved his life.

The old fisherman walked out carrying the red **** eel.

The dishes are already on the table. Ning Changjiu wanted to move the chopsticks, but saw Zhao Xianger stab the chopsticks like a sword. Ning Changjiu reacted instinctively and greeted with a sword. The wooden chopsticks made a sound like a beating musical instrument, crackling. In the sound of the crash, the pair of chopsticks fought quickly and without a shadow. After a short breath, the two stopped at the same time, and the two pairs of chopsticks pressed against each other one by one, without a victory or defeat.

Ning Changjiu said: "What is this?"

Zhao Xianger said: "Who allowed you to move the chopsticks first?"

Ning Changjiu was a little angry: "Is this a priority?"

Zhao Xianger took it for granted: "I invited you to this meal. I am the host and you are the guest. Um... call the host, listen?"

Ning Changjiu certainly didn't follow: "I can afford a silver coin. If I pay, I will be the master?"

Zhao Xianger gave him a blank look, put down his chopsticks like a sparkle, picked up a piece of silky eel, and sent it to the entrance, saying: "Stop talking nonsense, eat."

Ning Changjiu also put down his chopsticks.

Then the two alternately lowered chopsticks in a tacit understanding.

The eel in the dish gradually disappeared.

This is a secret contest.

It's like when a woman encounters something she can't decide, she likes to take a flower and pluck the petals piece by piece, until the last petal is plucked, and take the decision represented by the last petal as her own decision.

They are like that right now.

No one used spiritual power or other means to simply alternate chopsticks, as if whoever can eat the last eel, who is the winner, is the master of this boat banquet.

The eel in the dish gradually bottomed out.

The two talked casually, but their hands were not slow.

"Last time you came to Zhao Country, you had a birthday banquet, and I couldn't have a good meal. I couldn't entertain you well." Zhao Xianger picked up a strand and said softly.

Ning Changjiu held it while holding it, and said: "It is a privilege to have dinner with Ms. Zhao."

Zhao Xianger sneered and said: "You don't flatter me. I knew it from Linhe City. You will always be the one in your mouth and the other in your hand."

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "So I fell in love with Xianger."

"Huh..."

There are not many eels in the dish, and Zhao Xianger has become more cautious when picking it up.

Ning Changjiu also put down his chopsticks, stirred in the soup, and found one.

Zhao Xiang'er frowned slightly, she was a little uncertain about the chopsticks. After turning around for a while, her thin lips became tighter and tighter. After a while, she looked a little looser, and she pulled out a thin piece as if it were just a moment. Eel that can be pinched off.

The pressure was transferred to Ning Changjiu's body again.

"Young Master Ning, please." Zhao Xiang'er's mouth raised slightly, and she was certain that there would be no more on the disc.

Ning Changjiu frowned and searched carefully with chopsticks.

After a while, Zhao Xianger's smile solidified on his face.

Ning Changjiu actually picked up one. He smiled triumphantly, as if he had won a big battle. He sent the last trophy into his mouth, chewed it lightly, and his face changed. , The chewing movement stopped all of a sudden.

Zhao Xiang'er noticed his face, how would she not be able to tell if Bingxue was smart—where is the eel? It is obviously red **** wrapped in broth.

Her clear and cold face stretched for a while, and still did not hold back, she laughed out loud, and the flowers trembled.

"You lost!" Zhao Xianger declared victory, and the coldness that had been in the palace for a long time melted in the autumn light.

"Ms. Xiang'er is great, and the Caomin is willing to go downhill."

Ning Changjiu looked at her curving eyes and white white teeth when she laughed, and also laughed. While begging for mercy, he silently swallowed the soft eel in his mouth.

The fishing boat sailed into the open lake, and his eyes were suddenly cheerful.

The old fisherman brought wine.

Alcohol is not bad, but it can always be intoxicating.

The lake breeze is shining with sparkling light, and it is blowing on the face, with a thin coolness.

"Why don't we stop fighting?" Ning Changjiu looked at Zhao Xianger's delicate face and said.

Zhao Xiang'er smiled and said: "I'm full of wine and food. I will be sent to the execution ground to beheaded after autumn to know I am afraid?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and said, "The Caomin is really terrified."

Zhao Xianger drank a sip of wine, looked at the river, remembered something, and said slightly displeased: "Who asked you to send that fantasy snow lotus?"

Ning Changjiu asked: "Don't you like it?"

Zhao Xianger said: "I will take what I want, but you can't give it away."

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "It is true that I am wrong. You are a little girl. I should put it in the best wooden box and give it to you with a bright red bow."

Zhao Xianger raised her eyebrows slightly: "Listening to your tone, have you coaxed a lot of young girls over the years?"

"His Royal Highness has wronged the grassroots."

"You are not allowed to call yourself a grassroots!"

"Why?"

"When Linhe City, I fired you from Zhao Ren."

"Then can I marry a girl from Zhao Guo?"

"Huh? Which lady do you have a fancy? Do you need a copy of my edict?"

"Thank you for your kindness. I already have a marriage certificate."

"Bring me the marriage book to see." Zhao Xianger spread out his hand.

Ning Changjiu took out the gorgeous marriage letter from his arms and handed it to Zhao Xianger.

The drunkenness in Zhao Xianger's eyes faded, and there seemed to be a fire in her pupils.

She accepted the marriage letter, opened it gently, her eyes softly.

The scripts and seals above are very familiar and must not be faked.

"Sure enough, it's you..." Zhao Xianger whispered softly.

"Huh?" Ning Changjiu was puzzled.

Zhao Xianger said angrily: "Still pretending? The envelope you gave me is not the same as the one I gave you."

"Xiang'er has good eyesight." Ning Changjiu praised.

Of course, the original marriage letter cannot be returned. If Zhao Xiang'er sees the four characters of eternal knot and concentricity that have faded away, it will be difficult to explain.

Ning Changjiu explained: "The marriage book is exchanged. You gave me a copy, and of course I have to return it to you."

Zhao Xianger asked: "Who is the owner of this seal?"

Ning Changjiu said truthfully: "The past was my master."

Zhao Xiang'er didn't entangle the past two words, just said: "If you want to come, you have an extraordinary background. But...what do you mean by this?"

"Huh?" Ning Changchang puzzled.

Zhao Xianger calmly said: "My mother and your master have set a sixteen-year-old marriage date, which has already passed. The subsequent agreement was made by us independently and has nothing to do with the marriage contract. It was from the birthday banquet to after you In the morning when you went to Sword Tianzong, you kept hiding from me and didn't tell me the truth..."

Many words and many doubts in my heart at that time seemed a bit silly.

This annoys her even more.

Zhao Xianger folded the marriage certificate, handed it back to Ning Changjiu, and asked: "Now you take it out, you want to tell me, are we right?"

Ning Changjiu listened to these unreasonable remarks, and said: "You know I didn't mean that...No! Didn't you ask me to take out the marriage certificate?"

Zhao Xiang'er didn't listen at all, but just questioned: "Then what do you mean?"

"I..." Ning Changjiu didn't even know what she was going to ask, he opened his hand directly and said: "I just show you whether this marriage book is beautiful, and I will return it after reading it!"

Zhao Xiang'er frowned, wondering why this person is so unreasonable to make trouble?

"Do you want to go back what you gave me?"

"What do you want, girl?"

"Girl? Your Royal Highness shouted all the way, and finally showed her true colors?"

"..." Ning Changjiu rolled up some sleeves, unfastened the new sword tied around his waist, and said: "If I don't beat you to beg for mercy today, I will swallow this sword."

Zhao Xianger smiled, and took off the red umbrella wrapped in cloth on his back, and said: "That's right. If you want to prove yourself, you should take out your sword, not the marriage certificate."

The red umbrella stretches across the knee, full of sword intent.

The boat head sank suddenly.

The old fisherman ran out in a panic, looked at the newcomer on the bow of the ship, and persuaded him to stand up in a panic: "The two... two newcomers are at odds? One day the husband and wife have a hundred days of grace. Read about each other's more..."

Ning Changjiu raised his hand and smiled and said: "Thank you for your kindness, old man. My new wife has just passed the door and is not abiding by the rules. Today's discipline is set."

Zhao Xianger gently stroked the mottled face of the red umbrella, and said: "I hope your sword is as powerful as your mouth."

People come and go along the lake. Between the Jianglou and Chu Pavilions, the prosperity of the brocade is still in full bloom, and the sound of the piano between the singing houses floats far away, faintly whispering.

In the middle of the lake, the fishing boat stopped suddenly and the autumn wind stopped abruptly.

In front of the boat, a carp lightly probed, lightly pecked the surface of the water, and kissed a circle of fine ripples.

Suddenly, the ripples cut open from the center, and dots of sword intent fell like Qiuping down the cold lake.

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