[Comprehensive martial arts] Mr. Psychic Medium

To be honest, everyone in the Xiaoyao faction was not at all surprised that Li Qiushui would have a crush on Di Qing.

Di Qing was born handsome, with a face like a good girl, even if the face was tattooed, it did not detract from his handsomeness in the slightest, but he also carried a bit of coldness and coldness from the battlefield, without being weak and feminine, so it can be said that he was poked right Li Qiushui's favorite spot.

As for the other shortcomings of Di Qing's lack of property and poor family background, such as the permanent residence in the frontier and seldom returning to the capital, Li Qiushui didn't care at all about the shortcomings that made other ladies from aristocratic families discouraged.

Good looks are enough, Li Qiushui's small coffers are very rich, more than enough to support a man.

The Great Song Dynasty is not an era when marriages after thousands of years should pay attention to mutual affection. Li Qiushui knocked people out and brought them into the palace to talk to the emperor. Men and women were unmarried. The emperor thought it was good after looking at it. Di Qingxing He didn't have any opinion after asking—Di Qing didn't have any opinion on getting married, but he spent more than [-]% of his life on the battlefield, and he didn't have any female elders to help Zhang Luo, so he has been procrastinating until now.

The rumors about him and the Princess Xixia that had been widely circulated in the past few years were purely released by Xixia to disturb the morale of the army. He had only met Princess Xixia once from a distance, and he didn't even know what she looked like.

Getting married and starting a career is a marriage bestowed by the emperor, so it will never harm him.

Not long after, Li Qiushui married Di Qing in red makeup, and followed her to northern Xinjiang. She is planning to participate in the market, but she must not conduct a field inspection in person.

In the third year after marriage, Zhong Yanqiu handed over to Li Qiushui the token symbolizing the status of the head of the Xiaoyao School. He planned to use the eight-treasure ring left by Tianjizi back then, but after thinking about it, he decided to engrave it again. He took out a token and put the ring on his hand.

His intuition told him that it would be better to keep this ring by his side. This kind of transcendent treasure would always bring some tricky little troubles, but he didn't care. His disciples were very fragile.

There was no ceremony or omen for the handover of the head of the Xiaoyao faction. He just sent it out when he went to visit Li Qiushui's newborn son in northern Xinjiang, and gave two red eggs to someone in the next village who had a baby. Same as before.

At this time, Wu Xingyun was still in Kaifeng, copying a feather duster, jumping up and down, teaching the eldest son Bao Qi, who was as skinny as a housekeeper, that the second son would take more than ten years to get into his stomach, and Bao Zheng, who had a wife and son and everything was done, laughed in the study Gongsun Ce, who is still single, Wu Yazi and Pang Tong competed to improve warships along the southeast coast. Without the knowledge of one or two of the Xiaoyao disciples, the Xiaoyao faction just changed heads.

Fortunately, their sect has no reputation in the world, otherwise it would be a joke.

Okay, let's not mention those old things for now, let's talk about the current things first——

Su Mengzhen mobilized the forces of the Golden Wind and Rain Building to help Duan Yanqing quell the civil strife in Dali. In exchange, he gained quite a lot of profits. The actual ones included a large amount of gold and silver treasures, fertile land, and Duan Yanqing's later Although the share given up during the transaction is only a modest profit, it is still a shocking fortune when calculated carefully.

After this deal, the development of Gold Wind and Rain Building has reached its peak. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the largest force in the world today. He would criticize a few words about the lackeys of the imperial court, but now no one mentions them.

Su Mengzhen planted a seed, cultivated it patiently, watered it little by little, and watched the seed germinate, grow, grow from a seedling to a towering tree, bloom like a brocade, and bear fruitful fruits.

In theory, it should be harvest time next.

But Su Mengzhen was packing her luggage.

He has already passed the age when fresh clothes and angry horses think of success and fame, and there is still a bit of inexplicable romantic plot unique to literati in his bones. After he realized that he has achieved success and retired, he began to want to travel all over the world to find a place to marry. The place of the heart is hidden in the mountains and forests.

Back then, if it wasn't for the initial decision of the capital, he still needed him to sit in town, and when the situation stabilized, his health would be too bad. I'm afraid he would have found a beautiful mountain valley to live in seclusion 800 years ago.

It's not too late now.

The clothes are light and simple, the green cloth carriage is loaded with simple clothes and broken silver, and the horses pulling the cart can be seen everywhere. Zhong Yanqiu yawned lazily and said that he was asking for trouble, but he still wandered outside with him for a long time, and finally settled down In a small mountain village in the northern mountains.

They built a few tile-roofed houses and bought a few acres of arable land. Neither of them knew how to farm, so they rented out to collect rent. Su Mengzhen converted a house into a private school with great interest, and taught the children in the nearby villages His children can read and write, and Zhong Yanqiu has become the only doctor in more than a dozen villages around here.

Male style is rare in the north, but the villagers didn't say much about Su Mengzhen and Zhong Yanqiu living together, and they didn't dare to say much.

In this era when knowledge is still extremely precious, the two literate scholars from the capital are far from being provoked by these villagers who may not have gone out of the mountains all their lives.

The days of retiring to the mountains and forests made Su Mengzhen feel very comfortable. There was no intrigue, no conflict of interest. Even if there were occasional disputes in the village, they were nothing more than trivial matters. Zhong Yanqiu's attitude towards him softened a lot. They never slept alone. From one room to another, to sleeping on the same bed, from one person to one bedding, to being covered with a quilt, the few kisses gradually became more frequent, from letting him kiss freely at the beginning to slowly showing a bit of strength.

Zhong Yanqiu has never been a very weak person. Indulgence often symbolizes indifference, because he doesn't care that much, so it doesn't matter how Su Mengzhen moves. It's like an adult playing a game of house with a child. He can do whatever he wants, and he can leave leisurely when he gets tired of playing.

This is not what Su Mengzhen wants.

But he knows how to get what he wants.

Even if it's playing house, there are fake plays that are really done so...

Right.

The sound of the rooster crowing in the neighbor’s yard was loud and punctual, perfectly stepping on the whitish light in the sky. It was early autumn, the heat of summer had already dissipated, and the morning air was covered with a faint coolness. Meng Zhen yawned and got up from under the quilt, Zhong Yanqiu woke up as soon as he moved, half-closed his eyes and kissed lightly on the lips of the person who came closer.

Men are always more impulsive in the morning. At the beginning, the gentle and pure shallow kiss gradually became more ambiguous and lingering. Su Mengzhen had already half sat up, and lay down again after kissing. into the quilt.

Zhong Yanqiu never knew exactly what gave Su Mengzhen the illusion that he could take the dominant position. After all, Master Su’s skills were so raw that it was horrible. If he was a little more serious, he would be beaten to the point of throwing away his helmet in an instant. Armor, limp and pitiful, lay on the bed to be slaughtered.

The only thing worthy of praise is probably that momentum plus the perseverance of repeated defeats.

But some things really cannot be saved by momentum and perseverance.

At the very beginning of the kiss, Su Mengzhen's consciousness was still very clear. He used his good learning ability to make continuous progress in an attempt to take the initiative, and refused to admit that he did have some unspeakable shortcomings. Zhong Yanqiu often also At the beginning, he let him thump hard - he was always a little confused when he just woke up, he had to wake up and take a nap first.

Zhong Yanqiu, who was fully awake after Su Mengzhen thumped earnestly until he reached the end of the rope, began to slowly follow up with force, pushing the unwilling young man to the ground so that he could no longer resist.

This morning's finale will be no exception.

"It's improved compared to yesterday." Zhong Yanqiu got out of bed wearing a robe and poured a cup of tea, "What do you want to eat in the morning?"

Su Mengzhen fell into the quilt with hands and feet limp, and his brain reacted dazedly for a while before he said in a hoarse voice: "Just watch and do it."

So Zhong Yanqiu put on his outer robe and went out, went to the stove to boil two bowls of noodles.

The clear soup lacks water, not even a vegetable leaf.

The unpredictable Mr. Zhong is squatting by the stove cooking noodles, and the scheming Mr. Su is lying on the bed wrapped in a quilt and refuses to get up. Anyone who sees this scene will feel that there is something wrong with their eyes.

The world is stable and the years are quiet.

They are so real that it doesn't seem so real.