The first time in history

One morning in early winter, Diao Chan slowly opened her eyes. Although she was exhausted from the night-long pleasures of the past few days, she felt unprecedented satisfaction and happiness. Looking at Zhou Jun who was sleeping soundly, his heart was filled with sweetness.

Diao Chan looked at him for a long time. She couldn't help but lower her head and kissed Zhou Jun softly on his lips.

"Who are you?" Zhou Jun was awakened from his sleep by the kiss. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Diao Chan vigilantly.

"Am I your conceited pig?" Diao Chan said coyly, "You sleep so soundly, it seems that you have been tired these days..."

"What are you talking about?" Zhou Jun turned over and sat up, and quickly put on his clothes. Then he stood in the room, looked at Diao Chan with alert eyes, and asked seriously: "Who are you? Why are you sleeping with me?"

Diao Chan was completely confused. Just before dawn, their minds were still colliding and their bodies were still blending. But now...

Diao Chan's tears flowed down involuntarily. She did not answer Zhou Jun's question. She got up silently and put on her clothes. She seemed to understand everything in her heart.

She asked Zhou Jun to sit down, and then began to tell him everything that had happened. Although everything was over in her heart, the glimmer of luck in her heart still gave her a little hope.

"You said you are Ren Hongchang?" Zhou Jun looked at Diao Chan with disdain. "Ren Hongchang from Mu'er Village?"

Diao Chan nodded indifferently.

"Except that your voice is a little similar to Ren Hongchang, I would never believe that you are Ren Hongchang." Zhou Jun glared at Diao Chan with disgust. "You said you are a rural prostitute, I can believe it."

"What did you say?" Diao Chan stood up angrily. "How can you say that to me?"

"Then what do you want me to say about you?" Zhou Jun said unhappily.

Diao Chan's heart was broken, and she slumped in the chair with a pale face. Zhou Jun walked to the outer room and looked around.

Although he was skeptical about what Ren Hongchang had just said to him, Ren Hongchang mentioned something that only the two of them knew.

For example, every time Ren Hongchang went to the pond to take a bath, he would be asked to stand guard under a big tree; for example, Ren Hongchang would always secretly give him two boiled eggs without telling his father...

For them, these were indeed things that no one knew, and Zhou Jun had to re-examine what Diao Chan had just said.

"You said you married me?" Zhou Jun sat on another chair and stared at Diao Chan with a heavy face: "You said I married you?"

"Yes."

"You said that I cancelled all the engagements with Miss Su in the city in order to marry you as my principal wife?"

"Yes."

"You said that I offended the county governor because of you?......"

Zhou Jun asked all his questions and vented his anger at the same time. He yelled loudly: "Why should I do this? Why don't I know anything about what you just said? I know nothing!"

Diao Chan looked at the almost crazy man in front of her, and her heart was broken. "Even if he can't love me like Qian Mingduo, Zhou Jun shouldn't be this kind of person, right?"

"I don't know how to explain all this to you." Diao Chan shook her head silently. "Now that things have come to this, is there any point for me to say anything more?"

"How can there be such a bizarre thing in the world?" Zhou Jun kept walking back and forth in the room. "Go ahead and fool me. I will never be fooled by you."

"You can believe it or not."

"How can I believe what you say?" Zhou Jun stood in front of Diao Chan and roared loudly: "How can I marry you? Even if you marry into my Zhou family, you can only be a concubine at best. How can I marry you as my principal wife? Do you think it is possible?"

"You said that my real estate and property have been sold?" Zhou Jun said grimly, "Then where is the money from the sale?"

"It's under the bed." Diao Chan stood up and slowly walked to the door. She suddenly opened the door and a gust of cold wind blew up her clothes.

The sky was dark, with rolling clouds and faint snowflakes floating in the air. The gloomy weather was just like Diao Chan's mood at the moment, depressing and dull.

Diao Chan had not eaten or drunk anything since yesterday. She curled up on the cold kang, shivering.

When Zhou Jun passed by her yesterday, holding the small box containing all the silver and money, he said expressionlessly: "I want to take all the silver and money that belongs to me, and I want to go back to Mu'er Village to verify what you said."

Diao Chan did not try to stop him, she turned her head and opened the door. It was not until Zhou Jun's figure gradually disappeared in the vast snow that Diao Chan's tears silently flowed down.

Diao Chan looked at Zhou Jun's receding back, the grief in her heart was like a raging wave that was difficult to calm down. She knew very well that Qian Mingduo, who loved her deeply, had returned to his world, leaving her alone in this cold reality to endure the torment of missing him.

She remembered that Qian Mingduo had told her frankly that he might leave at any time. But when this moment really came, her heart was still torn apart. She did not blame Zhou Jun for his ignorance and helplessness. After all, this time travel was too bizarre and it was difficult for anyone to accept it instantly.

At this moment, Diao Chan's heart was filled with Qian Mingduo's figure. His smile, his care, his affectionate vows, like movie scenes, kept flashing in her mind. How she longed to feel his warm embrace again and listen to his sweet words.

However, the reality is so cruel that Qian Mingduo, whom she loves, has disappeared. She silently calls Qian Mingduo's name in her heart, as if this can bring him back. But only the cold wind responds to her thoughts, ruffling her hair and stinging her face.

Diao Chan knew that she would never have such a sincere and passionate love in her life again. But she still couldn't stop missing him. Her heart had already been broken with Qian Mingduo's departure and could never be put together again.

"The city where I used to live was called Xi'an...which is now the capital Chang'an..." Diao Chan's mind quickly flashed through the words Qian Mingduo had said to her.

"Chang'an...Xi'an...is the current capital city of Chang'an." A ray of hope shone in Diao Chan's eyes. This thought was like a ray of light in the darkness, instantly igniting the nearly extinguished fire of hope in Diao Chan's heart.

Although she had not eaten or drunk anything for a day and was very weak, this thought lifted her spirits. A determined light shone in her eyes again, and she secretly decided in her heart that even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance, she would go find Qian Mingduo.

At this moment, Diao Chan was so excited that she seemed to have seen the hope of reunion. She ignored her fatigue and hunger and had only one strong belief in her heart: she must find him and throw herself into his arms again.

It was getting dark and a snowstorm was raging. On the way to the capital Chang'an, only a lonely, fragile figure appeared and disappeared from time to time.

"Squeak..." The gate of Situ Wang Yun's mansion slowly opened, and a servant holding a broom, yawned, and slowly walked out of the gate.

The heavy snow that lasted all day and all night yesterday has dyed the city of Chang'an into a sea of ​​silver white.

Just as the servant was about to start sweeping the snow, he suddenly discovered a person curled up in a corner in front of the mansion gate, covered in white snow.

Obviously, this must be the person who took shelter from the heavy snow under the eaves in front of the mansion last night.

The servant slowly approached, not sure if the man had frozen to death, so he turned the broom in his hand around and poked it carefully.

"He's still alive." The servant immediately turned around and said loudly to the doorman, "The man moved a little. He's still alive. Hurry and report to the master."

Situ Wang Yun walked slowly to the side of the person, who looked like a woman from her attire, and patted her shoulder gently.

"Girl" Wang Yun saw that the person did not respond, so she patted again.

As the woman slowly raised her head, a few flakes of snow slid off her cloak.

The woman looked haggard, staring blankly at Wang Yun, her eyes empty and confused, as if she had lost her soul. Her face was as pale as paper, her lips were bloodless, and she looked very weak and helpless.

However, despite this, her stunning appearance is still amazing. Even in such a haggard state, her beauty cannot be concealed, but instead adds a kind of pitiful temperament, which makes people feel pity.

"Miss," Wang Yun couldn't help but ask softly, "What's your name, and why are you in front of my house?"

"My name is Diao Chan... I came to Chang'an... to look for my relatives..."