The water is flowing outside the house, and the red candles are warm inside.

Wu Feng and Sheng Zuixiang danced opposite each other, like a pair of red butterflies, competing for beauty, a beautiful scenery.

Sheng Zuixiang looked at the beautiful face of the young man in women's clothing, and his eyes became more and more wonderful, and the fragrance spewed out, which made Wu Feng almost suffocated.

But the young man's dancing posture is becoming more and more smooth, fluttering like a dream.

Dancing inevitably involves physical contact from time to time. The demon girl looked forward to it, giggling lightly, like rain hitting wind chimes, teasing the young man's thoughts.

Sheng Zuixiang's skin is not as smooth as Yun Hailan's, but because he has half of the white-skinned bloodline, his fair skin is even better, and he has a fire-like heat, which is very different from Yun Hailan's soft feeling.

She motioned for Wu Feng to pick her up and lift her high, and then spun in the air, the skirt fluttered and swept the young man's cheeks, becoming more and more fragrant, and the two big white legs were displayed in the air without any scruples.

A little fragrant sweat is the same as two years ago, from the beauty's crisp breasts hitting Wu Feng's cheeks, the fragrance is fragrant.

When Wu Feng returned to his residence, it was already late at night.

Sheng Zuixiang smiled and invited him to stay overnight, Wu Feng smiled back, turned around and floated away.

Although he changed back to men's clothes, he was splashed with beads of sweat all over his body by the demon girl. Once Sheng Zuixiang dances, he is very prone to sweating, and then flies with the dancing shadow.

When the maidservants guarding the courtyard saw Wu Feng coming back, they immediately brought boiled bath water.

There is also a silk curtain in the stone house where Wu Feng and Yun Hailan live, and they can be bathed after being pulled down.

Yun Hailan sat on the table drinking tea, looking at the shadow on the curtain, waiting for Wu Feng to finish bathing, only to feel a fragrance coming through the curtain, which couldn't help but make her feel slightly annoyed.

The sweat sprinkled by the demon girl on Wu Feng's body was soaked in water, but the stronger the aroma became, filling the room.

Any woman, in this case, is prone to bad associations.

When Wu Feng finished bathing and changed clothes, the maid took the changed clothes and sent them for cleaning. And splash the water from the tub and change it again.

Yun Hailan was stunned, but still walked in with a change of clothes.

Wu Feng had just bathed in a cypress barrel, and she had to bathe in the same barrel. It couldn't help but make her face blush slightly, but the annoyance was that the smell left in the bucket was not that of a teenager, but the scent of another woman.

The body fragrance on the body of the Sheng Demon Girl is somewhat like ambergris, and it is even stronger when it encounters water. And for a long time.

Yun Hailan was scrubbing her delicate body like ice and snow, and on the other hand, she slapped the water surface slightly, shaking the water droplets on the carpet.

Wu Feng waited for her to come out after washing, and the maids took away the bathtub and left, before turning out the lights, gently holding her to her lap, holding her lower abdomen with his left hand, and caressing her still wet hair with his right hand.

"Suddenly I don't want you to go to her anymore. Yun Hailan said softly.

The intoxicating incense is as warm as the sun, and the strong aroma on the body forms a natural provocation to other women.

"Then I'm not going. Wu Feng rubbed her soft cheeks softly.

"Wow, that's a light word. Yun Hailan said angrily: "You promised her to learn to dance." When she asks you why you gave up halfway, do you still say that people don't let you let Aunt Yun fall into the name of a jealous woman?"

Wu Feng smiled: "If you want to be a jealous woman, you have to be willing to marry a late life." ”

Yun Hailan squinted, moved her buttocks down, curled up like a lazy cat, and leaned her head on the young man's shoulder: "Little guy, you are so bad and careful, who would want to marry you." ”

It's just that the voice is soft and smooth, and I can't hear the slightest hint of blame.

Wu Feng felt the hair brushing across his face, and his heart was as peaceful as a mirror.

I think of the surprise when I first saw it. When she was young, she pretended to be mature in front of her, but she could only win and lose with each other, and after the destruction of the Valley of Sorrow, she shared her heart with each other, sat in the ruins of Luoyi Jing, and came all the way to the North Pole to live and die.

This rich and beautiful mature beauty with great strength. Now he is lying in his arms obediently and cutely, leaving him considerate and gentle.

Wu Feng's strength has not actually grown enough to protect her, but she has regarded him as her place to rely on, and is willing to let him shelter from the wind and rain.

Growth, that's it.

It's been three years. From a young boy in the Valley of Forgotten Worries to a calm but unsparse young man today. Although there is still a distance from the decisive overlord that Yun Hailan is looking forward to, it has already stood up to the sky.

Wu Feng felt the softness of the beauty in his arms and the heavy pressure of the graceful jade body.

Miss Yun leaned in his arms, like the most ordinary little woman. This gave the teenager an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

Both of them were not in a hurry to fall asleep, just snuggled and said faint love words, not strong, but warm.

Outside the window, the moon is like water, and there are night birds perched on the eaves, rubbing their feathers against each other.

That's happiness.

......

Life in the Sanhe Pavilion is nothing more than this, grooming Yun Hailan in the morning, painting thrush for her under her guidance, practicing or practicing calligraphy in the morning, discussing with Qiao Beiming and Sheng Zuixiang in the afternoon, perfecting the plan for the Sendai Demon Sect, learning to dance with the demon girl at night, being made by her to sweat, and hugging her in Miss Yun's slight anger when she came back, coaxing her to sleep like a little girl.

But this is also the most leisurely and charming day for Wu Feng since he was a child.

He almost really wanted to stay here, not to think about the main hall, not to think about the great trust that his father had left him to revitalize the martial arts.

Qiao Beiming once told Wu Feng that if he wanted to officially marry Yun Hailan, he would hold the grandest wedding for them.

Wu Feng understood that if he wanted to ignore the secular etiquette and eventually marry Miss Yun, he could only stay in this snow-covered land of Beimang.

If he returns to Middle-earth, Yun Hailan can only be an invisible person, not to mention the eyes of the world, and the Daomen must not allow Yun Hailan to still live in the world.

But after all, he has his own ambitions.

If you help a demon like Qiao Beiming, even if you kill Yang Qi, you will only make the lives of Middle-earth miserable.

Another winter morning, the north wind was strong, but there were no clouds in the sky, and the sun was shining brightly.

Wu Feng and Yun Hailan both got up very early, wearing thick cotton robes, and walked hand in hand on the undulating bluestone streets in the city.

Such a pair of jade people who are perfectly matched, the residents in the southern city have never seen it, and they have cast envious glances.

Yun Hailan was a little restrained, her little hands trembled slightly, as if she wanted to break free, but she was pinched hard by Wu Feng, and gradually got used to it.

The southern city is built in the mountains, and the walk is like a mountain, but it does not affect the prosperity of it in the slightest. Winter season. The city is still full of people, from time to time there are servants carrying their shoulders up and down, and the nobles open the sedan curtains to enjoy the scenery along the road.

On both sides of the street, there are people carrying burdens and selling goods. Some people set up a platform to tell stories, and some people set up stalls to tell fortunes. The atmosphere of the main city of the most vicious demon sect in Beimang seems to be not much different from the city in the Central Plains, and the surging demonic qi that can be felt when it is high in the air is completely absent on the ground.

"Beautiful young lady. Handsome boy, do you want flowers?" a handsome little girl came up and carried a basket of flowers, which was full of colorful flowers.

There were flowers in this Arctic land, which was indeed unexpected by the two of them.

Wu Feng looked at Yun Hailan and saw her smiling, so Wu Feng nodded to the little girl.

When you look closely, most of the flowers are not real flowers, and the petals are huge, but they are cut from colorful cloth. The rich fragrance that emanates is probably sprayed with perfume.

Only a few small bunches of dull flowers are real flowers.

The Arctic wind is strong, and the plants grow close to the ground, and there are only such small flowers.

Wu Feng took a small plain white flower and gently inserted it in Yun Hailan's hair, lining her gray-white hair, which had a different kind of elegance.

"It's beautiful. The flower girl smiled and said, "Chenghui, two coins of silver." ”

"So expensive?" Wu Feng was slightly shocked, he was not short of money. It's just that such a wild flower costs two pieces of silver, which is too expensive.

It must be known that in Middle-earth, one tael of silver is equivalent to one stone of rice, that is, two hundred to three hundred catties of rice. Three taels of silver. That is, it is enough for a civilian's life for a whole year.

The flower seller said: "If the cloth flowers are not sold for two dollars, they are not worth the price of perfume." Wildflowers are not expensive, but if there are people who like real flowers, why would the slave family brave the cold storm and snow to go to the mountains and deep valleys to pick them? ”

Only then did Wu Feng discover that the clothes of this flower girl were cut extremely elegantly and fittingly, and she had a cultivation equivalent to the martial arts for blood realm. Meng Qiwu has never reached the realm of blood exchange at the age of twenty. And this flower girl looks like she is only seventeen or eighteen years old.

This not only shows that it is easier for cultivators to cultivate than martial artists, and that under Qiao Beiming's governance, the overall cultivation level of the people is relatively high, but it also proves that the family background of this flower girl is definitely not bad.

Wu Feng took out a large piece of silver and broke a small piece for her, exactly two dollars, no more, no less.

The flower girl weighed it with her hand, and knew the weight, and seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Wu Feng's calculations, pouted, and left with the flower basket.

Wu Feng looked at Yun Hailan with a smile, but he realized where the prosperity of the southern city came from.

In this far north, supplies are scarce, and even perfumed cloth flowers are a luxury.

Of the 4 million people in the Shura Gate, 3.6 million slaves who did not know if they would see the sun tomorrow were freed.

The population of the southern city is only 100,000. Of these 100,000 men, I am afraid that a large number of them were the lowliest servants, who were responsible for the most arduous work in the city, such as building and repairing the city's facilities, smelting steel, etc., with little pay and no rest.

Such a model has created local prosperity, but this prosperity is created by blood-sucking oppression.

When the Hu people went south, they also extended this model to the entire northern part of Middle-earth, which plunged countless people of Middle-earth into dire straits. Even Wu Feng's maternal family, the Great Wei Imperial Family, and the Luoyi Yun family, where Yun Hailan was born, are also to blame.

This situation did not end until the Great Wei abolished the system of the Hu people and almost completely accepted the Middle Earth system. However, at that time, both Daomen and Great Wei were already extremely corrupt, and there was constant infighting. The continuous civil war has brought new disasters to the people.

Wu Feng couldn't bear to spoil Yun Hailan's joy, and of course he forced a natural smile, but he secretly made up his mind that no matter what it takes, he must not let the Demon Gate disturb the Central Plains repeat.

Whether it is Yi Zhongtang, or Qiao Beiming, who is kind to him, Sheng Zuixiang. (To be continued.) )