Chapter 2941

Author's note:

Today's update, hurry up and read, don't hoard! Who knows when it might disappear! -_——

When mentioning the willow house just now, she noticed He Lingchuan used the word "ordered".

This is interesting. The branches of Songyang Manor are spread across half of Cangyan, and the Nine Nether Great Emperor would not allow a single sect to grow so powerful within his domain, so Songyang Manor in Cangyan now actually has a semi-official nature; Cangyan not only takes a share of the profits, but also dispatches special personnel to station and supervise.

Usually, if the Nine Nether Great Emperor wants Songyang Manor to make something, he only needs to issue a written order, and Songyang Manor could not possibly refuse.

But Songyang Manor's main headquarters is not in Cangyan, and the Manor's lord, Li Qingge, personally resides in Beijia, and is not in a subordinate relationship with the Nine Nether Great Emperor, so using the word "ordered" when buying goods from her is appropriate.

The relationship between Songyang Manor and Cangyan, and between the Manor's lord and the Nine Nether Great Emperor, truly cannot be explained clearly in just a few sentences.

He Lingchuan happened to use the word correctly by accident, or perhaps……

Sun Fuling observed He Lingchuan, but he still looked at her with clear eyes.

She lowered her head and softly asked him: "What is the name of the lord of Songyang Manor?"

He Lingchuan's eyes flickered slightly, then he turned them twice, and then shook his head:

"I have no impression."

These days, he has said these four words with unprecedented frequency.

"Still can't remember?" Sun Fuling said leisurely, "You've recently been drawing analogies, and you've recalled many things. The lord of Songyang Manor is still quite important to you, so think again?"

He Lingchuan tilted his head: "If I can't remember, then it's not important; we'll talk about it later."

What he said is actually not wrong.

Sun Fuling's lips curved, and she threw him another question unexpectedly:

"I'll ask you again: when you first saw me, what color were the clothes I was wearing?"

The Soul-Capturing Mirror in He Lingchuan's arms let out a soft hiss: "Killer technique!"

The consequence of not being able to answer is terrifying. But it has never entered the Panlong world, so it cannot help He Lingchuan recall these things.

Master, you're on your own!

"Plain green." He Lingchuan blurted out, "At that time, you were wearing a veil and stood at my doorstep; if you weren't holding a little demon in your hand, I would have thought you wanted to climb over the wall into my house."

At that time, a little thief had robbed seven or eight households, took firewood and fresh fish from He Lingchuan's house, then stole the pardon document from Sun Fuling's house, and was caught by Sun Fuling and handed over to the authorities.

Since then, He Lingchuan and Sun Fuling have become neighbors, and he often goes to pay his respects to Master Sun.

Now thinking back, that was probably not a coincidence, but a carefully designed plan.

Sun Fuling let out a snort of laughter: "What for coming to my house? You just arrived in Panlong, with bare walls, you couldn't even afford to keep a mouse!"

He Lingchuan blurted out: "Abducting for beauty?"

He thought Sun Fuling would give him a white eye as before, but she did not; instead, she gradually restrained her smile.

"Good idea."

As she spoke, she took out a small knife from her bosom and gently swayed it twice in front of He Lingchuan:

"Do you recognize what this is?"

He Lingchuan's gaze followed the knife tip as it swayed to and fro. No matter how you look at it, this is just an ordinary small knife, with a bamboo handle somewhat cracked, the blade very dull, and even some rust spots. Even the current He Lingchuan could break it with one hand.

He really didn't understand what was special about this knife, so he repeated: "What is it?"

"This is the knife that thief used to break into houses back then." Sun Fuling pressed this small knife against his neck, looking down at him from above, "Robbery! Hands up."

He obediently raised his hands.

Sun Fuling then slid from the table onto his lap, smooth as silk, but the hand holding the knife remained just as steady, the tip not trembling in the slightest.

She gently stroked his face, then suddenly lowered her head and bit his lips.

This kiss was both familiar and strange, instantly igniting He Lingchuan's passion.

He responded by embracing her, tightly holding her in his arms.

Her body temperature was the same as his, her heartbeat the same as his, her breathing equally urgent.

No longer limited to tenderness in dreams, she truly came into his world, vibrant and fragrant!

Day after day, year after year, who could know that he had waited for this day and this moment for over eight thousand days?

He braced himself on the armrest to change his posture, but Sun Fuling pressed him down with one hand:

"Don't move around!"

The pressure was just right, holding him without hurting him.

She was still attending to the wounded, after all.

With a "thud" sound, He Lingchuan went to pull her sash, but accidentally knocked over the lamp on the table.

It did not fall to the ground, but fell into the basket beside it that held paper items.

In just a few breaths, the flame leapt up with a whoosh, illuminating the entire quiet chamber.

If this continued, the table might burn down. But both were busy, and no one paid attention. Sun Fuling casually threw the knife into the fire, then went to undo his clothes.

The quiet chamber filled with the sound of rustling silk, even the crackling of the flames could not drown it out.

Thus the fire burned brighter and brighter, heating the quiet chamber more and more.

He Lingchuan looked up, only to see the firelight behind him better accentuate her slender waist and full hips, proportionate as if sculpted.

But this sculpture could move, and was strong and powerful, yet beautiful and wild.

Her hair fell onto his cheeks, soft and fragrant, also like weaving a net of affection, which had bound him from long ago, letting him sink deeper and deeper, until he could no longer free himself.

All sounds from the outside world vanished, and these two people, familiar yet strange, were trapped in each other's world, their heartbeats nearly falling into sync.

The dark clouds on the horizon quietly drifted over to cover the moon, and suddenly the weather changed and it began to rain.

The weather in April is just like this, unpredictable.

In the imperial garden beside the Dew-Collecting Platform, spiders had no time to collect their webs when a strong wind blew from somewhere, violently pushing, and this delicate spider web was pressed hard against the thick branches of the opposite tree.

The web could not withstand such an impact, and it tore apart with a sound.

He Lingchuan himself was parched, but he still summoned his greatest self-restraint to be considerate of her:

"Would you like to... rest a bit?"

Sun Fuling suddenly shook her head, took several deep breaths, then leaned down and kissed him.

Lips and teeth pressed together, sweet yet laced with a strong taste of blood.

She had bitten her lip.

Then she slightly raised her head, giving him a bewitching smile:

"No need, I like this kind of pain!"

She is already alive.

The living can feel real pain, stimulating pain, novel pain... and sweet pain.

She likes it, she truly likes it.

She feels no fear at all.

Whatever this man gives—joy or pain—she accepts it all without hesitation!

A gust swept over the Dew-Collecting Terrace, lifting her flying hair, allowing He Lingchuan to see her radiant face like a winter plum in bloom, noble and icy-bright.

This scene is ten times more beautiful than his countless fantasies.

Outside the terrace, wind and rain raged fiercely, unable to suppress the amorous fire within the quiet chamber.

That night, golden wind and jade dew converged in the human world, settling countless karmic debts.