When I was in Qin Dynasty, I lost contact with the wave

Chapter 640

"Mom, why can't we be honest with each other?"

Zhang Ji felt the forest path after the rain and couldn't help but joke about Li Yanyan again.

"You're a scumbag..."

Li Yanyan's white lotus-rooted arms were turned back by Zhang Ji, and he held the two slender wrists with his left hand at the same time, making it impossible to break free like an iron pincer, giving Li Yanyan no chance to break free.

And looking at her delicate body, which was naked except for the gauze stockings on her legs, she couldn't help but complain: "Well... this... isn't this enough... um... candidness?"

"My dear, you are asking questions knowingly. The foreign minister is referring to the fact that it was already raining heavily but you lied about the clear sky... You obviously want it very much. You obviously don't have any feelings for Xiong Wan at all... Obviously the Queen Mother also wants it. I want to get close to the foreign minister..."

Zhang Ji whispered in Li Yanyan's ear, like a demon tempting the fairy to fall into the devil's path.

"You... stop talking nonsense!"

Li Yanyan closed her eyes tightly, suffering a strong sense of betrayal and satisfaction, but she also condemned Zhang Ji's behavior, which made the fire in Zhang Ji's heart burn even more intensely, and the movements in his hands and other places became more and more rough. got up.

"You don't even dare to open your eyes, Queen Mother. Are you afraid to face yourself in such a miserable and miserable state?"

Zhang Ji's body adhered more firmly to Li Yanyan's smooth jade back with sweat, but Li Yanyan still closed her eyes tightly, not daring to look at the man behind her, let alone facing the spiritual statue in front of her.

Although Li Yanyan is the daughter of Zhao, there is no country in the world where people are not superstitious, but the object and degree of superstition are different.

Compared with the Chu people, Qin and Zhao, two countries from the same lineage, were more superstitious about their ancestors and the dead. They believed that the deceased would not completely leave.

Moreover, Confucians, Mohists, historians, Yin-Yang schools, Taoists and other schools of thought all believe that after death, people will go to a place specifically for the souls of the dead to inhabit, or think it is Haoli (at the foot of Mount Tai), or think it is Mount Dai, or think it is Mount Tai. The underground netherworld.

At that time, there was no theory of reincarnation in Buddhism, so the world's perception was that the souls of the dead still existed, but ordinary people could not see the souls of the dead. Therefore, this kind of behavior of dancing in front of the soul was simply challenging Li Yanyan's bottom line.

The violently beating heart seemed to be about to jump out of the chest at any time. The rapid and warm breath carried the unique fragrance and freshness of a young woman, and the emotions and desires contained in it were like arousing love. The medicine made the hope in Zhang Ji's heart inflate.

Zhang Ji did not continue talking, but worked hard, climbing the mountain with all his strength, changing the shape of the mountain, and moving forward. Even if he was pushed back by strong winds again and again, each retreat would inevitably be accompanied by a strenuous advance. Retreating and advancing again and again, we strive towards the top of the mountain.

The mountain road is rugged, steep, uneven, and has nine twists and turns. It is a famous place, and every step is full of challenges.

Zhang Ji climbed the steep rock wall, grabbing the protruding rocks with his fingers, sinking into the cracks of the stones, feeling the rough texture from his fingertips, finally climbed over the rock wall, and accidentally fell into a deep ravine. .

The mountain road was rugged and difficult. Sometimes it was a barren gravel land, and his feet were unstable when he stepped on it, as if he would slip at any time; sometimes it was a dense jungle, with thorns and thorns scratching his arms and face.

As the altitude rises, the air becomes thinner and thinner, and every breath becomes extremely heavy. What's even more shocking is that this mountain seems to have come to life. In the increasingly rapid ups and downs, the peaks and ravines are constantly squeezing and deforming.

The steep cliffs require careful climbing. He clung to the rugged rocks and came to a cave with winding paths.

That was the destination of this journey, and that was what he needed to explore.

There were lush trees growing outside the cave, as if they were covering this secret passage that could not be seen by outsiders. Zhang Ji pushed through the green bushes and entered this path that no one had set foot on for many years.

Zhang Ji ran in this deep path hidden in the cave, passing through the cave like a white rainbow piercing the sun, piercing into the overflowing river. In the uneven cave, the soft soil greedily wrapped around the cracks in the soil. The plants that grew out of it, and the overflowing river water happened to be the sweet spring needed for the growth of these plants, making the tall and thick forest tree grow more vigorously, and every grain of sand it touched followed. Tremble.

As the cave trembled, Li Yanyan's cheeks became increasingly red. Her already beautiful face was as gorgeous as a peach blossom, yet fresh and pure, and her soft eyebrows also curled up and down with the tide. Yun Shu spit out honey still scented with pollen from her thin red lips.

Zhang Ji opened his mouth and bit lightly on the fragrant shoulder that was as soft and smooth as a white lotus. At some point, the biter and the bitten exchanged identities. Li Yanyan sometimes used her legs to measure Zhang Ji's waist, and sometimes measured her waist. Zhang Ji was standing above the waist, put his feet on Zhang Ji's shoulders, and touched his cheeks with his ten toes painted with light pink nail polish.

People are emotional creatures, especially women made of water.

The man is affectionate and the concubine is interested, not to mention Zhang Ji is still the Bai Yueguang in Li Yanyan's heart, everything seems to fall into place, no resistance, no worries, just the harmony of the piano and harp like Boya Ziqi.

"Queen Mother, I heard that Chu people respect Taiyi the most?"

Zhang Ji looked at the sunset coming in from the window, chuckled and suddenly thought of something.

"Of course, that's...well, not good, hurry...get out!"

"You... you... didn't say you couldn't be in it, but how could you... get it in there!"

Li Yanyan bit her silver teeth lightly, her original words stagnated, and her tone became shy and filled with resentment and worry.

"You bad guy, what should I do if I accidentally get pregnant!"

Zhang Ji pursed those alluring lips, and then slowly let go until the pink fist that hit his chest became weak.

He just remembered that the supreme god in the hearts of the Chu people is Taiyi in Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs", who is regarded by the Chu people as the creator god. In Qu Yuan's poems, Taiyi is the East Emperor, that is, the East Emperor, the East Emperor. It is often thought that Dongjun is the same god as the sun god, or that Dongjun may be one of the incarnations of Taiyi, which means that the sun may be the god Taiyi.

But even the supreme god in the Chu people's mythological system seems to have things he cannot do.

"Queen Mother, I just want to prove that I can do it where the sun cannot penetrate!"

At first, Li Yanyan was still a little confused, so Zhang Ji spent a whole night to prove that he could do what it means to be a place where the sun cannot penetrate!
(End of this chapter)