Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

Ruan Chuyin and Ji Zhiya are currently in Fuchun Valley, enjoying the beautiful scenery.

In this small space, there are lush vegetation, birds singing and flowers blooming.

The clear water of the pond reflects the stars. When you reach out and scoop up some water, it feels as if the whole sky is falling into your arms.

"If you like, we can build a house here and live here." Ji Zhiya gently stroked her hair. The smooth black hair flowed through his fingers, emitting bursts of fragrance.

The sparkling water reflected the beautiful woman's figure. Suddenly, her beautiful little face smiled slightly and nodded.

She loved it here. Apricot blossoms filled the sky, the moon shone brightly, and time seemed to slow down. Two more bottles of good wine would have made the place even more perfect.

"Are we going back later?" Ruan Chuyin looked at the sky. Dawn would be here in two hours.

"No." The low, magnetic voice echoed in my ears, and the flickering eyes burned with irrepressible desire.

When love is deep, all that is left is the frenzy of bees and butterflies.

It was daybreak, the rising morning glow made the clouds look red, and a few kingfishers flapped their wings and sang happily in the woods.

The bonfire was still burning and the air was filled with romance.

The tender and soft voice turned into the gurgling sound of water, and the passionate gaze brought their hearts and souls closer. As Yu Ming danced lightly, the wild breath once again sprinkled down and crushed the heartbeat.

For two days, they both spent their time in Fuchun Valley, feasting on nectar and game, their days as blissful as those of gods.

But the Zhenbei Palace was not so easy. From top to bottom, everyone was on high alert, and even dispatched a thousand Xiang family soldiers to garrison in the city.

"Have you found out?" Xiang Ge asked hurriedly when he saw his grandson coming back.

"Two days ago, someone saw the two ghost-faced men in Wanchun Tower. Manager Yan said that they went to Yanchun Pavilion, but no one knows anything else." This is all Xiang Yunchi has found out for the time being.

"Who have they met?" There's no smoke without fire; everything happens for a reason. Having walked on the edge of a knife for most of his life, Wu Shuhong wouldn't believe these two people went to Wanchunlou just to eat.

Xiang Yunchi was silent, wondering whether he should beat up those people in the building.

"Let's investigate further." Wu Shuhong was unequivocal about the matter. His son's wedding was approaching, and if he didn't remove this thorn, it would ultimately be a hidden danger.

In a dense forest outside Yangcheng, dozens of ghost-faced men in black clothes knelt on the ground with their heads hung.

"You mean that Ruan Chuyin has been away from the mansion for two consecutive days, so her whereabouts cannot be found?" Meng Huali glanced at the disciples in front of him with displeasure, and the air around him was colder than the cold winter in December.

The silent silence brought immense pressure to Li Changgeng. As the Ghost Domain's chief disciple, he had to bear the burden for his fellow disciples even if he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Master, I heard that the girl is both talented and beautiful. She shone brightly at the palace banquet and was deeply loved by Emperor Nanxing and King Zhenbei. Even Crown Prince Beiyue and State Preceptor Zhou praised her highly."

"So, two days have passed, and you haven't even managed to get a single portrait of his face?" Meng Huali looked at Li Changgeng like he was an idiot. He could have easily pieced together a few portraits by just grabbing some random people.

"Master, we tried, but we found ten people and drew ten faces. I don't know which one is the real one?" Li Changgeng took out a stack of scrolls from his arms and handed them over respectfully.

Meng Huali took one and was slightly taken aback. The woman in the painting had skin as white as jade, her black hair tied up high, and her dress covered with flowers. She looked quite good.

Turning over another picture, the pattern on the dress was more colorful, the high bun had become long hair, the figure was like a cut shoulder, the waist was slender, quite a perfect proportion. The face looked more pleasing to the eye than the previous one.

Continuing to turn the page, the woman in the painting has breasts that rise and fall like waves, so spectacular that one cannot take their eyes away. She is lying on the couch with her back facing up, her legs raised high, her posture enchanting and fascinating.

"What the hell are these drawings!" Meng Huali tore them into pieces on the spot and scattered them into the air.

The powerful internal force was released from his whole body, and all the disciples were instantly shocked ten feet away.

Seeing that the three-day appointment was about to end, and they still showed him these weird things, he wanted to kill all these trash with one sword.

Li Changgeng was in agony. He and his fellow apprentices had searched almost every corner of Yangcheng, but they still couldn't find any trace of that woman. It was as if she had vanished from the face of the earth. He bravely asked, "Master, should we ask Steward Wang to give it a few more days?"

With a loud bang, Li Changgeng, who had just crawled back, was blasted ten feet away again. Carrying old wounds, he couldn't hold on and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

"If this domain master hears such words again, he will die." Meng Huali sighed heavily towards the sky and asked several disciples to call the six elders lurking in Nanhua Town.

If that woman doesn't show up one day, I will destroy the Zhenbei Palace.