Chapter 297: The Carnival of Group Marriage 4

It can be said that if it weren't for her reputation as a "Kefu", there would be countless men vying to marry her as a wife. Later, everyone was just admiring the peerless beauty while being afraid of death.

There is a book of poetry to prove it.

Of course, for the ruling reasons of the patriarchal society, such a "pleasure hunting" within the law is only allowed once a year, and for the remaining 364 days, everyone has to behave in a proper manner, and the conventional morality still needs to be observed.

It is nothing more than the task of sowing seeds. So, Natsuki prefers to call it the "Sowing Festival".

Xia Ji knew that on this day, all the young men and women in Danyang went out. Some princes and adults also disguised themselves and got used to the delicate aristocratic beauties in their own houses, and on this day every year, they were actually more interested in the bodybuilder and graceful folk women.

Some of the young maids in the mansion couldn't hold back for a long time, and they chattered, and Xia Ji simply sent them out.

Only a handful of elderly women remained, who had lost interest in the open revelry. They are past the age of childbearing, and it doesn't matter if they participate in the sowing festival or not.

So, very early, she ordered the gate to be locked, closed the door, and quietly hid in the garden by herself. It's not that she's not interested in this way, but she's really afraid of a man like a wolf and a tiger.

She was tired of standing and sat down under a peach tree to take a nap.

My cheeks suddenly felt a little cold. She slowly opened her eyes and watched strangely as something flew past her eyes: it was a kite.

A brand-new kite with an eagle painted slowly flew in front of her eyes, and she couldn't help but raise her head and follow, and there was one more thing in her hand, which was the thin string of the kite.

She was stunned to see a face full of affection under the golden mask. He looked at her passionately, barely hiding the affection in his eyes.

The heart, which had long since died, was suddenly resurrected.

She couldn't help it: "Zi Ling...... Zi Ling ......"

I don't know if he reached out first, or if she reached out first, the next moment, the two were already hugging each other tightly. His lips searched eagerly for hers, and when they were entangled, they could no longer be separated.

It is the exchange of each other's breath, the continuation of each other's warmth, and the familiar body language of each other......

Too long separation, too long lovesickness, too long pain, too long loneliness...... It seems that each other wants to suck out the deepest things of each other's souls, tossing and turning, you and me.

At that moment, Xia Ji completely forgot about the things when she was in Fox Hill, those separations, those pains, those misunderstandings, those indifference, those insults, and those changes of heart...... She had forgotten all about it.

Only this pair of big hands that hugged tightly, a sweet hug that almost embedded her in her bones. It was a child spirit—a familiar embrace that only a child spirit can have.

Even if a person's clothes have changed, his appearance has undergone plastic surgery, and his accent has changed deliberately - it is very difficult to change his inner temperament, his innate temperament.

Xia Ji's eyes were closed all the time, and she firmly believed that this was Zi Ling. Except for Zi Ling, no one will ever pity themselves with such a familiar, so passionate, and so sincere kiss.

She fell with him.

His wide robe spread out and became a natural and comfortable bed.