Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

After breakfast the next day, King Zhenbei couldn't wait to take his grandson's wife up the mountain.

In order to survey the terrain, a group of people walked up a mountain three hundred feet high.

By the time they reached the top, Ruan Chuyin was already so tired that she felt dizzy and couldn't tell north from south.

"Hatsune, do you see the red flag-raising camp? That's where the Xiang family's army is located." Xiang Ge handed her the simple map in his hand, his hopeful eyes scorching hotter than the sun hanging high above his head.

Along the way, Ruan Chuyin occasionally sketched simple maps with a stone eyebrow pencil. Measuring was possible, but the project was massive, and it would take at least a month to complete. The Prince of Zhenbei couldn't wait any longer. Hadn't the Xiang army only camped in Qianli Mountain? At this rate, wouldn't it take ten years to complete the map? He immediately instructed her to focus on the key points.

If that were the case, it would be much simpler.

"Grandfather, let me draw it for you to review first. If you think it's okay, you can continue." Ruan Chuyin suggested.

"Okay, okay!" Xiang Ge was just thinking this and was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.

But Xiang Yunchi refused. The Xiang family army consisted of 30,000 soldiers, each with a campsite spread across nearly a hundred locations. How long would it take for the painting to be completed? Why should his wife be sweating over something the Ministry of Works should be doing?

"Grandfather, after Chu Yin and I get married, we'll be returning to Beiyue. Please go find Lord Cai." Xiang Yunchi didn't want to stay in Nanxing for a moment. Not only was the food terrible, but he also had to be the miserable Crown Prince of Zhenbei. He was a man of the Jianghu, free to explore the mountains and rivers. How could he be bound by the imperial court? Besides, Qin Guanzhi, Jiang Wenzhou, and Jiang Xuanzhou were in Dayong, and Qingfeng Pavilion was in Beiyue. Wouldn't he be tied to court every day and separated from his wife? It was a loss no matter how you looked at it.

Xiang Gole was so lost in thought that he almost forgot about his grandson's wedding. Yuqing and his daughter were already taking care of it, so they were probably almost ready. And this time, he hadn't considered letting Xiang Yunchi go back. In his eyes, the Crown Prince of Zhenbei was far more valuable than the Lord of the Underworld Palace. Even the Underworld Palace, no matter how powerful, only had a mere twenty thousand men, while the Xiang family army had three million men. The difference in importance was obvious.

He glanced at the sky and realized it was getting late, so he said, "Let's go back first. Strike while the iron is hot and start painting."

Ruan Chuyin nodded in agreement. Memories are fleeting, and no matter how many sketches I've drawn, I need to compile them quickly. The sooner I get home, the sooner I can put pen to paper, and I'll feel at ease.

In order to save time, we had lunch in the car.

Magnolia slices, honey cakes, chamomile cold noodles and sour plum soup are all snacks.

The cold noodles caught her attention. They looked like cold noodles, and when she bit into them, they were cold noodles. It was a refreshing and refreshing treat on a hot day. This dish was one of the few that she had tasted since arriving at Nanxing.

When we arrived at the Zhenbei Palace, the sun had just set.

At this moment, Ji Zhiya had been waiting in the hall for a long time.

Ruan Chuyin was now hot and tired, and didn't want to go anywhere. She just went into the house and soaked in the hot soup.

Tong Yuqing and Xiang Wanrong were hoping that Mr. Qinglian would leave later, and continued to talk to him enthusiastically about how to maintain youthful appearance.

It was not until the 15th hour of You that Ruan Chuyin came out of the house with a scroll in her hand.

"Grandfather, do you think this is okay?"

Xiang Ge rubbed his hands excitedly and opened it carefully.

The scroll depicts a vast expanse of mountains and rivers. Valleys, ridges, streams, waterfalls, cliffs, and campsites are all captured. The winding paths are densely outlined, and a closer look reveals that every line is clearly traceable. The direction of the mountain path and key points are marked with different colors.

From a distance, the picture is concave and convex, three-dimensional and very intuitive, as if you have returned to the thousands of miles of mountains and blurred the void.

"Hatsune, that's amazing! Yesterday you said this kind of painting skill is called sketching? Will you teach it to grandpa later?" Xiang Ge was so itchy that he was completely focused on painting.

This... Ruan Chuyin looked at Ji Zhiya in embarrassment. Ji Zhiya was also looking at her, with an unknown light flashing in his eyes, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and a cold smile.

Xiang Yunchi was so happy that he wanted the little white rabbit to stay that he said nothing and was bubbling with joy.

It was Tong Yuqing who finally stopped the old man's thoughts. Today, Mr. Qinglian had given her two more boxes of beauty products. How could she compete with him for someone else's? That was outrageous!

The women in the house all had their hearts set on Ji Zhiya. Ruan Chuyin had been too tired to notice his attire earlier, but now, after a closer look, she couldn't take her eyes off him.

The lapels of her light grey inner garment were embroidered with golden orchid leaves. Her white outer robe was light and soft, reflecting the pale background. The white robe was also embroidered with the same floral pattern as the inner garment. The black silk ribbon tied around her waist, embroidered with tiny orchids inlaid with gold foil, was fresh and unique, and particularly eye-catching.

His gray hair was tied up with a gold silk ribbon, exuding a kind of messy beauty. He was dashing, free and easy, and full of chivalrous spirit.

He goes away for thousands of miles to sing alone to welcome the snow, and carries a sword with him in his life, which is what he is now.

"In that case, Ji will take his wife home. Goodbye." Ji Zhiya took Ruan Chuyin's hand, looked at Xiang Yunchi, and his figure gradually disappeared.

"Excellent Kung Fu! Yun Chi, this man is very strong. You must not make him your enemy," Xiang Ge warned. Unless absolutely necessary, only make friends with the strong.

Xiang Yunchi's expression darkened even more when he heard this. "We've already entered the house, so it's impossible for us to be enemies." But could he not be so blunt? Who in the world doesn't know how strong he is?