All the gentlemen who are attacked by the female queen are stunningly beautiful

Song Xiang's eyes sparkled, and he began to describe the story vividly: "The Monkey King got the Ruyi Jingu Bang, and he became even more majestic, causing unrest in the Dragon Palace..."

Her words were full of passion and imagination, as if bringing Xin Fusu into a magical mythological world.

Xin Fusu began to be attracted by her vivid narration. While listening, he looked at Nan Xiangzi's face from time to time, still feeling regretful for the black scar.

Later, he was so absorbed in listening that he temporarily forgot the initial disappointment. Admiration gradually appeared in his eyes. When he heard the crucial moment, he could not help but ask, "How will the Dragon King respond?"

Song Xiang smiled and said, "The Dragon King was naturally shocked and angry, but he could do nothing to the powerful Monkey King."

As the communication deepened, Xin Fusu discovered that Nan Xiangzi was not only extremely talented, but also had unique and profound insights into everything in the world.

The two of them chatted back and forth and had a very pleasant conversation.

Xin Fusu sighed, "I really admire your opinion."

Song Xiang responded modestly: "You are too kind, sir. These are just my humble opinions."

Then, they strolled together on the path under the moon. Xin Fusu accidentally tripped over a stone, and Song Xiang subconsciously reached out to hold him.

At that moment, she felt Xin Fusu's body tremble slightly, and saw a hint of panic and gratitude in his eyes.

But she pretended not to know, and instead said in a concerned voice: "Mr. Xin, be careful."

Xin Fusu was a little shy, like a frightened bird, and he quickly withdrew his hand and said, "Thank you, girl."

Afterwards, the two walked for a while as if nothing had happened and continued with the previous topic.

Song Xiang's insights into life resonated with Xin Fusu, and her anecdotes opened Xin Fusu's eyes.

Soon, the disappointment in Xin Fusu's heart gradually dissipated, and was replaced by an increasingly undisguised admiration for Nan Xiangzi.

During the conversation, Xin Fusu accidentally met Nan Xiangzi's gaze and saw that her eyes were shining with light like the bright stars. That light made him forget the scar on Nan Xiangzi's face for a moment.

After realizing his impoliteness, he looked away in panic.

It was not until the night was getting late that Song Xiang stood up and said goodbye, still reluctantly: "I had a very pleasant conversation with you today, but it is getting late, so I will leave first."

Although Xin Fusu felt a sense of pity for Nan Xiangzi's appearance, he also had a bit more respect for her because of her talent.

He wanted to ask about the progress of the storybook, and the words came out of his mouth: "I have finished reading the two stories you wrote. When you finish writing next time, can you send it to my back door? I will pay!"

Song Xiang laughed: "How can I associate with you just for money?"

Xin Fusu replied embarrassedly: "It's really because the girl's script is too good!"

"Sir, thank you for your compliment! It's late at night, I won't disturb you to rest, please stay!"

Xin Fusu said reluctantly, "Go slowly, girl."

Afterwards, Song Xiang walked towards the wooden door with brisk steps, leaving Xin Fusu standing there, looking at her back, his heart full of anticipation for the next meeting.

At midnight, Song Xiang found a Hu Ji Inn, booked a private room on the third floor, and then stayed there with Tao Hong.

The next day.

On the official road outside the city.

"Lord Ning, when can we reach the capital?" Song Zhiyi lifted the curtain of the carriage and asked the beautiful girl riding a horse on the side.

Ning Lu looked straight ahead at the official road in the distance and said calmly, "It's almost there!"

Song Zhiyi stole another glance at Ning Lu before lowering the curtain.

Ning Lu was wearing a black suit, a wide red belt around her waist, and her hair was tied up high, looking heroic.

I still remember that a few days ago, they arrived at Xuanzhang Prefecture. Because they had to take a detour to a Taoist temple in Linqing County to pick someone up, they took a detour along a secluded old road and had to walk on a winding mountain road.

Suddenly, a group of bandits rushed out of the forest and blocked their way. The leader of the bandits had a ferocious look on his face and shouted loudly: "Leave your money and I will spare your life!"

Ning Lu showed no fear at all. She rushed forward in one step, unsheathing the sword in her hand with a flash of cold light.

She was as swift as a swallow and her moves were fierce. She instantly engaged in a battle with the bandits. Her sword was deadly and merciless.

Seeing this, the bandit leader rushed towards Ning Lu, waving his sword. Ning Lu's eyes flashed, she dodged sideways, and stabbed the bandit leader's throat with her backhand.

The bandit leader was unable to dodge and his head fell to the ground instantly, with blood splattering everywhere.

This bloody scene frightened the other bandits so much that they dropped their weapons and fled.

Song Zhiyi was standing aside, watching Lin Yan being so brave, and instead of feeling any fear, he was filled with admiration and respect.

After the bandits dispersed, Song Zhiyi walked forward, took out a handkerchief from his arms, handed it to Ning Lu and said, "There's blood on your face, use this to wipe it off?"

Ning Lu ignored Song Zhiyi, took a pot of wine from her subordinate, rinsed the sword, wiped it clean with cotton cloth, and then put it by her side to wait for it to dry!

Song Zhiyi was not discouraged, and handed over the handkerchief again and said, "If you don't take it, I'll wipe it for you!"

Ning Lu took it after hearing that, but she just held it in her hand.

Song Zhiyi pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Master Ning, today I am grateful to you. Your skills really opened my eyes."

Ning Lu sheathed her sword and nodded slightly, saying, "It is my duty to protect you, young master."

"Please get in the car, sir. It's not peaceful here. We need to hurry up!"

After a day, they finally arrived at Xuanmiao Temple in Linqing County.

Several people abandoned their cars and rode up the mountain on horseback.

The Taoist temple is built on the mountain, with bluestone steps winding up. The places where the sun cannot reach are covered with moss, and there are towering ancient trees on both sides.

Song Zhiyi sat on the horse, led by Ning Lu, and came to the Taoist temple halfway up the mountain.

The vermilion gate is slightly mottled, and the copper ring on the door sparkles with an ancient light under the sunlight.

As you step into the temple, you will see a few towering ancient cypresses in a small courtyard. The stone tables and benches under the shade of the trees exude a quiet atmosphere.

There are several halls scattered around the courtyard, with flying eaves, brackets, carved beams and painted buildings. Although not gorgeous, they exude solemnity.

The walls of the temple are painted with exquisite Taoist murals with smooth lines and bright colors, and the legendary figures of immortals are lifelike.

The smoke from the incense burner rises and fills the air, giving people a sense of otherworldly tranquility.

The few of them went around to the backyard and saw an old man in Taoist robes and a handsome young man playing chess opposite each other at a stone table under a thousand-year-old camellia tree.

The young master held the white piece, frowned slightly, stared at the chessboard, and said in a deep voice: "The Taoist's layout is so interconnected that Nong Yue is really having a hard time dealing with it."

The old Taoist stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Don't worry, young master. This chess game is full of changes and the winner is still undecided."