Chu Zige couldn't think of any language to use to describe the meaning of the word 'itch' to her for a while.

He suppressed his breath, which had been a little rapid, and put on her straw sandals again.

In the dimly lit and narrow cabin, you can vaguely see her snow-like jade ridge, with clear curves, smooth as porcelain, and as delicate as ivory.

Pulling down the belly pocket that had pushed her to her waist, and lifting the silk trousers between her knees, the coarse cloth robe was draped over her body again, and then he squatted in front of her, opened his mouth, and asked softly:

"Who taught you to do that?"

Xue Li tilted her head, looked at the indifferent man in front of her, and said:

"Mother."

Chu Zige pursed the corners of his lips, as if he had a general guess in his heart, sighed, sat on the chair beside him, and said with a little curiosity:

"What did she say?"

Xue Li thought for a moment, then frowned, and said seriously:

"Mother said that if an adult said the word 'sleep' to Xueli, then Xueli should do it, this is the meaning of Xueli's existence, and everything in Xueli only belongs to adults."

“......”

Chu Zige was silent for a while, and then continued to ask:

"Did you just say the word 'sleep'?"

Xue Li shook his head and replied mechanically:

"And said, I want it, Cao, the bowl ......"

“......”

There was no shy crimson on her complexion, and her snow-colored eyelashes blinked slightly, as if to narrate an extremely trivial matter.

As if sensing that Chu Zige had no voice, she raised her head, looked at him silently, and suddenly whispered:

"Why is it different from what my mother said?"

- He didn't pounce.

She could clearly feel the beating of the heart in his chest, and the blood circulating at an accelerated rate......

Chu Zige stood up, and then looked at her calmly, a hint of gentleness appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"How is it different?"

Xue Li tilted her head, her eyes seemed to be a little troubled, and then she said:

"Mother said, "Adults will come in."

“......”

Chu Zige: "......"

His heart seemed to have 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping past in an instant.

If the woman named Xuehua is still alive, he must confront her face to face, this is a slander against his own Chiguoguo!!

What did the woman think of herself? Beast? Is it so?

And so on –

Chu Zige's heart suddenly appeared a little inexplicably strange, since Xueli is Xuehua's heir, that Xuehua has never seen herself, that is to say, she has never experienced this kind of thing.

And all this...... Was it taught to her by Xuehua's previous family?

This is how the sword bearer of the Chu family inherited?

What do they do to men?

It doesn't feel like anything...... What's the difference between going to a liquor store and picking up a body that doesn't feel anything?

Chu Zige tried his best to make the curvature on his cheeks appear gentle, and then stepped forward and gently touched her head:

"Now that you've found me, you have to forget some of the things your mother taught you."

“......”

"Why?"

It was the first time she had questioned him.

Chu Zige thought for a while, then pushed open the window, looked at the rain outside the window that was gradually weakening, pondered for a while, and said:

"Because your mother is not right."

“......”

"Yes, sir."

Xue Li nodded seriously.

After a pause, Chu Zige turned around, looked at her, and said lightly:

"Didn't you ask me before, what is affection?"

“......”

Xue Li blinked, and the long sword in Mosuo's hand looked at him like this.

The candle flame flickered softly, reflecting her fair cheeks, and the shadow cast a few shadows.

Above the ice-blue pupils, his shadow overflowed.

The rain outside the window stopped.

Chu Zige slowly walked to the door of the cabin, gently pushed open the hatch, there was a faint breeze, and he couldn't startle the corners of his robe, so he had to brush people's hair, and then he turned his back to her and said softly:

"You've been with me all this time, and I want you to find out for yourself."

"It's an order."

“......”

The sun was scorching, the rain had passed, and a touch of warm sun penetrated the door, shrouding the otherwise gloomy cabin, and shooting into a glimmer of brightness.

Xue Li stood up from the bed, his expressionless cheeks nodded solemnly, his eyes were as bright as water, and his coarse white shirt was wrinkled by the wind.

"Yes."

"Adult ......"

“......”

......

On the second day of leaving the city, the cargo ship had already sailed to a section of the middle and lower reaches of the Cangjiang River.

Its river is meandering, so it is called the nine-curved ileum.

The cargo ship continued to move forward, the water became more and more turbulent, the cliffs on both sides of the strait confronted each other layer by layer, covering the sky and the sun, leaving only a line of sky, and the river surface became narrower and narrower, and the narrowest place was only more than 40 zhang.

Chu Zige stood quietly at the bow of the boat in a white shirt and embroidered roses, looking at the vast river in the distance.

"Young Master Chu, what are you looking at?"

The middle-aged man came to Chu Zige's side with two bowls of rice wine in his hand, and carefully handed over a glass, with a little flattering look on his face:

"Childe, this is the villain's own wine...... Not intoxicating. ”

“......”

Chu Zige glanced at him, smiled, took the wine bowl, sat on the bow of the boat, and chatted with him one by one.

Xue Li stood silently behind him, holding the sword in his small hand, tilting his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"The shopkeeper, the allusion about this Cangjiang River...... Can you tell me? ”

“......”

The middle-aged man smiled, then touched his beard, took a sip of rice wine and said:

"Childe, this Cangjiang is drawn by the tail of the Dragon King."

"When Longjun walked into the water, a big flood almost submerged half of Yangzhou, and in those decades, many people died......"

"Later, there were monks above to help the people of Yangzhou repair the river, and later according to the rumors of the older generation, in fact, the river was not repaired at all, it was the Cangshui Dragon Jun, who returned from the water and turned into a dragon, and felt guilty, drawing the ...... little by little."

"In gratitude, the people built a dragon king temple."

"As for Long Jun, he has also ensured the smooth weather of the people of Yangzhou for a hundred years."

“......”

But when he said this, he spat and smeared into the river again, and was quite indignant:

"However, if you want me to say, then Long Jun should do this."

"Because of him, how many unjust souls have been added to the world for no reason?"

“......”

Chu Zige squinted his eyes, listened to the middle-aged man's words silently, and held the volume of "Wolong Zhiyi Chatter" in his hand.

In this book, there is an extremely detailed description of the Cangjiang River a thousand years ago, but there are a few points that Chu Zige is quite puzzled about, that is, this is the only paragraph in this book, and Mr. Wolong did not comment.

On the contrary, he left a question sentence, which has a feeling of leaving merits and demerits for future generations to evaluate.

At this moment, Xueli, who had been silent, suddenly opened his eyes and stared directly at the river in the distance!!

"My lord, someone ......"

“......”