Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

Ning Zhiyan has been weak and sickly since he was born. Since he was a child, he was believed to be unable to live past the age of eighteen. Even he himself thought so.

It was not until he was six years old that he was sent to the Eagle Mountain to become his master, and his health gradually improved.

And just when he thought he would stay on the Eagle Mountain for the rest of his life, suddenly one day, his master told him that it was time for him to go down the mountain.

Ning Zhiyan didn't understand because this was the first time his master asked him to go down the mountain.

Because of fate, he has unresolved fate.

After coming down the mountain, a sword followed him inexplicably. Wherever he went, the sword went. No matter what method he used, the sword stuck to him like brown candy.

Later he had to take the sword home.

After some inspection, it was discovered that the sword was the Yueming Sword whose whereabouts were rumored to be unknown. Ancient books recorded that it was the sword of Emperor Xuanhan, the founding emperor of Shu.

An ancient sword that has disappeared for seven hundred years has reappeared. Does this mean something?

Ning Zhiyan doesn't understand.

But Yue Mingjian has been acting strangely recently. He keeps running away all day long, and every time he finds it in the alley outside the mansion.

Yan San said that this sword is quite interesting. It knows how to go out but not how to go home.

So swordsmen are also crazy these days?

Soon, an unmanned sword swayed above the bright and upright Shu capital, quickly attracting the attention of many people. As expected, these people all recognized the sword.

While those people were fighting with each other, Ning Zhiyan here was very calm and sent people to wait for the sword in the alley as usual.

He knew that the sword was very spiritual. There must be something about him that was attracting it when it surrounded him for so long.

As for what it is, he hasn't figured it out yet.

But he knew that the Yue Ming Sword would never be taken away so easily.

To be honest, Ning Zhiyan didn't know why he was so sure.

Until one night, while he was half asleep and half awake, he seemed to feel someone staring at him in the dark.

As the feeling became stronger and stronger, he opened his eyes and saw an extra person in his room.

Ning Zhiyan knew very well that Yan San would never appear in his room at this time. He immediately asked who that person was. When he didn't hear the other person's answer, he got out of bed and lit a lamp.

Turning around, I saw a thin woman with thin and ragged clothes. She was very beautiful, especially her eyes.

His heart suddenly clicked, and the next second his heart clenched even more tightly because the woman called out his name.

She said she came to see him...

She said she had been waiting for him for a long time...

She said he promised to marry her...

Later, he took out a jade pendant, a jade pendant that was very similar to the one he had worn since childhood.

Ning Zhiyan was a little confused. He asked her, where did this jade pendant come from? When did he say he wanted to marry her?

However, the woman's answer left him unconvinced.

So he deliberately asked her with a cold face, how could a person live for seven hundred years?

The next moment, the woman burst into tears and carefully told him that she was not a human being...

Ning Zhiyan was even more confused now. The woman's soft sobbing voice made him feel a strange feeling, very boring and irritable.

He had never comforted anyone before, and that was the first time he had comforted someone, although the effect was minimal.

Later, the woman said some extremely contradictory words intermittently, and he also discovered the clues because those words did not match.

However, Yue Ming Sword did not reject her in her hand, which surprised him, and at this time an idea popped into his mind.

This idea was soon confirmed by him, she was really not human.

The woman is the sword spirit of Yueming Sword.

After that, she naturally settled down in his mansion, but the woman seemed to be particularly attached to him and could not leave him for a moment.

He felt that this seemed inappropriate, so he chatted with her, but she didn't seem to listen. He was silent for a long time and asked her if there was anything she wanted to do.

There seemed to be light in the woman's eyes, and she said she wanted to be his bride.

It was also that day that he suddenly blushed, and his heart beat faster than ever before.

He acquiesced to her deliberate approach. This feeling was wonderful. He did not reject it, and even looked forward to it vaguely.

-

The first time the woman got angry was because he almost killed the Third Highness.

The Third Highness is a member of the royal family. If she kills him, no matter how powerful she is, the one in the palace is not a vegetarian. He is not afraid of being punished, but he is afraid that he will not be able to protect her.

In a short period of time, the woman's weight in his heart was actually more important than his own life.

Ning Zhiyan was confused, why?

After returning that time, he became seriously ill.

He didn't let her in because he didn't want her to see him lingering on.

But later Yan San said that she had been sitting outside all night, and he still felt compassion and let her in.

The woman didn't say a word after she came in. She shed tears when she looked at him. She probably had the first experience of comforting her, and he was quite familiar with comforting her this time.

In the days that followed, his body slowly recovered. As for the woman's habit of always standing beside his bed, she took full advantage of it.

Finally one night, he caught her, but the woman disappeared directly from where she was.

Ning Zhiyan found it funny and called her name into the air.

Sure enough, her figure appeared in front of him the next second.

She said she wanted to see him.

At that moment, he felt his heart beat suddenly and he was speechless.

But she seemed dissatisfied that he didn't give her an answer, so she told him to have a good rest and left.

After that night, she came to see him less and less.

After learning that she was walking with the young master of the Lu family on the street, the indifference and calmness he maintained were suddenly thrown out of the sky, and he asked Yan San to prepare the carriage.

He wanted to see her immediately.

Fortunately, he came not too late, and he paid the clay figurine in the end.

Then she disappeared. During those three months, he had trouble sleeping almost every day, feeling restless and restless. His already poor health plummeted even further.

Maybe it was God's mercy, or maybe it was his thoughts day and night, but she finally came back one day.

But I don't remember him.

Ning Zhiyan was stunned for a long time, feeling panicked and at a loss. In the end, he had no choice but to accept this reality.

That’s all, if you don’t remember, you won’t remember.

He just wanted her to come back safely.

On Yunjiu Mountain, his master and Aunt Yun helped him and allowed him to see the memories from seven hundred years ago.

He would never forget that heart-wrenching feeling.

It turned out that he really kept her waiting for so long.

It turns out that some things are really destined long ago.

For example, seven hundred years ago, or now.

-

At three o'clock in the morning, Ning Zhiyan walked in from the house outside.

Seeing the sleeping woman with the quilt over her face, he sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hand to pull the quilt down, revealing her peaceful sleeping eyes.

Ning Zhiyan curled his lips, he leaned down and kissed her forehead, his voice soft: "It's time to get up, Aning."

The woman on the bed trembled her eyelashes, murmured something softly, put her arms around the man's waist, pulled him down, and rubbed her face against his chest.

"Ning Zhiyan, I like you the most, just let me sleep for a while."

Ning Zhiyan chuckled and hugged the woman in his arms tightly. His light-colored pupils were filled with countless tenderness, and he looked out the window at the mist-shrouded mountains and forests.

I also like you the most, Aning.

I didn't believe in fate before, but I believed it when I saw you for the first time.