Zhang Rong's words made Happy stunned on the spot, and he didn't know how to answer for a long time. Looking at the deep resentment and sadness in Zhang Rong's eyes, a feeling of guilt rolled in her happy heart and gradually grew.

It is true that it was Cushman Wakefield's order to go to Chang'an to marry him, and he could not refuse. But since he was happy to have a relationship with Zhang Rong, he really didn't think about the future of the two, and the word "marriage" was really out of reach for him.

"The concubine knows that her husband can't help herself, but why didn't you say a word to me, let alone say goodbye to me, is it that in your heart, the concubine is just a red dust woman, passing by?" Seeing that she was stunned and didn't answer, Zhang Rong couldn't help but feel sad from her heart, and crystal tears slid down the corners of her eyes, looking so sad.

There is a thing called love in the world that always has a wonderful use, it can make an iron-clad man become a gentle and humble gentleman, and it can also make a pungent woman become virtuous and virtuous.

Once upon a time, for the sake of the Moon Worship Sect, Zhang Rong was willing to incarnate as an old bustard in the red dust, and he was a snake with all living beings, behaving like a water surnamed Yang Hua, and a wandering corpse. But when she gave herself to Happy, all this changed, she was no longer the stunner who turned all beings upside down, the old bustard who seemed to be a good man, her heart, her body belonged only to him from now on.

It is precisely because of this mentality that Zhang Rong, a woman who has been rolling in the red dust for more than ten years, will be repeatedly angry because of the despicability of the poison king Yin Chi, so that she will be defeated in the battle.

Every man has a golden iron horse in his heart, dominating the world, and similarly, every woman has a wind and snow in her heart, and the moon before the flower.

Although more than 30 years of wind and rain are enough to make Zhang Rong's mind very mature, she will not suffer from gains and losses like a girl who is just beginning to fall in love. But Zhang Rong is not only a woman, but also a woman full of charm.

However, as a woman, who wouldn't want to be able to have a dignified and respected identity, both modern and ancient? Although she knew that she might not be able to become a happy wife, that longing made Zhang Rong unable to refuse.

Zhang Rong is already over thirty years old, past the most touching age of women, even if she wants to fight, compared with the unknown wife of Xingxing, she is inferior in congenital conditions, which also makes her afraid that she is just a passerby in her life.

"I'm sorry, Rong'er!" Happy put his arms on Zhang Rong's shoulders, looked at her with sincerity and said, "Don't worry, I will be happy to live up to you in this life!" ”

Looking at the firmness, sincerity and gentle eyes in Xingxing's eyes, Zhang Rong couldn't help but throw herself into Xingxing's arms and cry loudly, crying silently: "Husband, husband-"

When she threw herself into the arms of Xingxing, Zhang Rong only felt that the pain and grievances she had suffered in the cold wind for several days had dissipated a lot in an instant, and she just wanted to curl up in this warm embrace forever, forgetting the heavy responsibility on her body and the punishment that often woke her up in her sleep.

Happy hugged Zhang Rong tightly, gently patted her back with both hands, and silently comforted this aggrieved and hard-working woman.

After a long time, I felt Zhang Rong's trembling shoulders calm down, happily helped Zhang Rong up from her arms, and asked with concern: "Rong'er, on this cold day, why did you leave Yecheng and come to Luoyang?" ”

"It's not because of you, husband!" Zhang Rong's eyes were red, there were tears on her fair face, and there was a trace of resentment, a touch of grievance, and a touch of joy in her moist eyes, which was very complicated.

Happy asked, "Just because I didn't tell you?" ”

Zhang Rong shook her head and said: "Although the concubine is aggrieved physically and mentally, she also knows that her husband is forced to do so, not to mention that the concubine is not qualified to question her husband." Zhang Rong sighed faintly, and her face couldn't help but darken.

Although Zhang Rong is the leader of the Lunatic Cult and has a huge family business, all this cannot hide her identity as the old bustard of the Drunken Moon Tower, which is a lowly and humble identity in the eyes of dignitaries and nobles.

In this feudal era that pays attention to the birth of the gatekeeper, the palace maids in the palace must be from good families. Zhang Rong is obviously not a good family, her identity obviously cannot be a happy wife with royal blood, she is destined to be a concubine, or even lower status.

"Trust me, I won't treat you badly!" After coming to Northern Qi for more than half a year, he was happy to know a lot about the etiquette at this time, and naturally understood the worries and desires in Zhang Rong's heart, so he said firmly again.

"The husband can say that the concubine is already very satisfied, what more can he ask for?" Zhang Rong smiled softly and looked happy, paused and continued: "This time, the concubine left Yecheng, but she followed the Poison King Yin Chi all the way. ”

Happy held Zhang Rong's hand, sat down on the edge of the bed with her, looked at her quietly, and waited for the following.

"The concubine found that Yin Chi was sneakily following her husband and Lord Yiyang in Yecheng's eyeliner, and the concubine was worried that he would be unfavorable to her husband, so she followed all the way." Zhang Rong clenched her happy palm tightly, as if she was afraid that he would disappear.

was happy, but also more moved, and couldn't help but feel more guilty about Zhang Rong in his heart, holding Zhang Rong's hand couldn't help but add a little strength, and his eyes became more and more gentle.

Zhang Rong had a smile like a flower on her face, and then said: "I don't want to be discovered by the deceitful old thief, the old thief is insidious and cunning, so he secretly attacked and caught the concubine off guard. Speaking of which, Zhang Rong's tone was full of indignation, obviously secretly attacking the Yin Pool.

"Hurt? Is it serious? Where it hurts, let me see! Taken aback, he hurriedly got up from the bed and looked at Zhang Rong with concern and anxiety.

Seeing that Xing was so tight on herself, the trace of grievance in Zhang Rong's heart suddenly disappeared. She hurriedly shook her head and said, "It doesn't matter, it's just a minor injury, thank you husband for your concern!" ”

"Really? Let me see! "Happy or a little worried.

Seeing that she was happy and insisted on watching, Zhang Rong had to agree. Zhang Rong untied her belt and took off the shirt on her left shoulder. Zhang Rong's shoulders, which were originally smooth and round, like white jade, were now the size of a palm, with a faint black bruise, which was so dazzling in the moonlight, which was obviously the traces left by the sneak attack of the Yin Pool.

Happy eyes suddenly froze, tremblingly stretched out his right hand, gently stroked the bruise and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?" ”

Zhang Rong Xiumei frowned slightly, but shook her head with a smile on her face and replied, "It doesn't hurt." ”

The change in Zhang Rong's face was full of joy, and he naturally knew that Zhang Rong was lying. At this moment, he felt distressed, and then there was uncontrollable anger, and those clear eyes suddenly became as cold as eternal ice, and a thick murderous aura suddenly burst out from him, making Zhang Rong tense all over, and his breathing was a little unpleasant.

The momentum of happiness was just a moment away, the pressure on Zhang Rong's body disappeared, but her heart was very shocked and happy, and she became more and more curious and confused about his past.

Happy to gently put his right palm on Zhang Rong's left shoulder, and the soft immortal true qi was transported to the palm of his hand, massaging Zhang Rong extremely gently.

Zhang Rong only felt a somewhat cool air flow in her shoulder, and the pain in the injured area was quickly relieved, and as time passed, the blackened bruise gradually faded, and finally only a faint red mark remained.

Zhang Rong let Xing do what she wanted, looking at Xing Xing's serious and gentle appearance, her heart was full of joy and satisfaction, her eyes couldn't help but blur, and she gently called out "husband".

looked at Zhang Rong happily, only to see that her fair face contained an intoxicating flush, her blurry eyes were full of spring water, her seductive red lips were slightly open, and the fragrant breath went straight to the happy nose, seducing the ** in his heart.

Joy couldn't help but put her lips together, and once again tasted the warm sweetness. Zhang Rong let out a greasy moan in her throat, her soft and hot body fell backwards, and she fell on the bed with joy.

Although it was very cold outside, it was full of spring inside, so that the moon was so shy that she hid in the clouds.

It was dawn, and I opened my eyes happily, but the beautiful woman had disappeared without a trace, only the faint fragrance left in the room and the dried tears on her chest proved that she had been there.

Happy sighed softly, sat up, put on his clothes, came outside the house, looked at the east in the distance, took a deep breath of fresh air, and then spewed out hard, trying to spit out the faint depression in his heart.

It didn't take long for the servants of the Assassin's Mansion to call for happiness and Zhao Yanshen to dine. After eating and replenishing some supplies, Zhao Yanshen and his party did not stay too long, and continued to embark on the journey after bidding farewell to Dugu Yongye.

The hazy sky is always the main theme of winter, which makes people's mood a little depressed for no reason, and it seems to show something to all beings. Why Yin Chi followed him glad to be happy, but glad to believe that there would be no good in the place where there was a high anahue figure, all he could do was to be vigilant and quietly wait for the enemy's attack.

The envoys crossed the Yellow River, handed over the customs clearance documents, and finally entered the border of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. Under the protection of 3,000 garrisons in the northern periphery, it lasted seven days, and the happy party finally arrived in Chang'an, the center of power in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, on November 27, 573 AD.

Zhao Yanshen is a prince, and he is the Sikong of Northern Qi, with high power, and he is happy to be a child of the royal family, so the Northern Zhou Dynasty will naturally not slack off and lose etiquette. When Gao Xing and his entourage came to Chang'an City, Yu Wenyun, the prince of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, with some civil and military officials, had already lined up the guard of honor at the city gate and waited for a long time.

Yu Wenyun, the word Qianbo, is the eldest son of Yu Wenyong.

When he saw Yu Wenyun from a distance, he couldn't help but start to doubt the historian's record, Yu Wenyun was wearing a luxurious prince's suit, with a slender figure and a handsome appearance, but he had a very elegant temperament. But when he looked at Yu Wenyun's eyes carefully, he found that this guy's eyes were not right, and there was a violent evil aura in his arrogance. His face was a sickly pale, and his gait was frivolous, as if he were over-drunk.

After meeting Yuwenyun, Gao Xing and his party were invited into Chang'an City.

Compared with Yecheng, Chang'an City is more prosperous, and its connotation is far more than that of Yecheng, which is somewhat impetuous.

Emperor Wu of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, Yuwen Yong, is a little bit stronger, and he is not a star and a half than Gao Wei. Under his rule, the living conditions of the people of the Northern Zhou Dynasty were much stronger than those of the Northern Qi Dynasty, which is not difficult to see from the number of beggars in Chang'an City and the happy and satisfied smiles on the faces of the people.