Beauty helps me achieve immortality

In the Juechen Valley, the lush fir forest blocks the flying sand.

The bright moonlight was sparsely scattered, casting mottled shadows on the edge of the pond and forest.

The quiet bedroom is not big, but it is clean...

"Mom really looks like a young girl, so lively and smart, not at all like Xiaoyi."

"What would Shuyue say if they were over there?"

Hong Ning sat quietly under the window, combing her hair in the mirror under the moonlight, a quiet and gentle doubt emanated from her.

The woman's long black hair rose and fell along with her graceful chest.

Under the reflection of the moonlight and the jade mirror, those autumn eyes looked like crystal amber, and it seemed as if starlight was rippling and flowing in them.

"It's said that daughters look like their mothers, but how can a mother look like her daughter?"

Zhao Qing chuckled and complained, gently stroking Qinghuan's long hair, and pressing her against his chest so that they could lean against each other with their clothes on.

"It should be about our early family life, the days in Songshanfang... or even earlier, when Xiaoyi was temporarily living in Shangchu Town and traveling around Changshengfang."

He casually spoke of his guess, pinched Qinghuan's fair and delicate cheek, then chuckled and whispered, "Xiaoyi and mother are still very similar."

"picture!?"

Hong Ning paused, put down the toothbrush in her hand, raised her hand to simply tidy up her hair, and then began to choose her clothes one by one.

"No way... I think Xiaoyi is more like Prime Minister Zhou."

"At least his meticulous mind and aloof personality are more in line with Prime Minister Zhou."

Does my aunt look like Zhou Zongliang?

Zhao Qing smiled without saying anything, just gently rubbing the beauty's shoulders and neck.

Gu Qinghuan was tired, her slender hands gently gathered her sleeves, and she knelt on her master's chest with a smile like mud.

A strange glint flashed across her gentle eyes as she whispered softly, "Qinghuan feels... Xiaoyi and mother have the same personality."

Red Lemon's eyes froze as she stared at the two people in the mirror leaning against each other comfortably. She glared at the mirror unhappily, "My little medicine slave just follows what the master says..."

Qinghuan blinked her phoenix eyes gently, then raised her delicate head and leaned it on her master's shoulder. The two smiled at each other and said nothing more.

"Master, it's rare that Madam Shuyue and Madam Xiaoyi are not here. Why don't you let Ning'er accompany Qinghuan?"

Hong Ning was still talking to herself in front of the jade mirror, and there was no playfulness or liveliness in her words, but she seemed more tranquil and gentle.

Zhao Qing glanced at the beautiful face in the mirror and said with a gentle smile, "They, mother and daughter, are simply cast from the same mold."

“…feeds on emotions.”

Do my aunt and Leng Xian really not look alike?

Zhao Qing and Qing Huan obviously don't think so - although they look very different on the surface, they are actually both emotional monsters.

Just go along with the teasing and do whatever it takes as long as it makes them happy.

But if he really feels wronged from the bottom of his heart, he will instantly become a different person.

Zhao Qing had never seen his aunt really angry, nor had he seen Leng Xian's lonely expression back then... But he knew that Leng Xian was obviously not a reasonable woman.

But Ningmei is different. If she feels uncomfortable, she will usually retaliate in the midst of sexual play, and at the same time take the opportunity to express her resentment and expectations.

He and Shuyue have been married for so many years. Shuyue would just lie down at the bedside and tell him whatever she wanted to say. She never kept anything in her heart.

As for Qing Huan...

Qinghuan doesn't feel wronged at all.

"Feeding on emotions... maybe. You've just arrived at Juechen Valley, and you've already discovered so much?" Hong Ning picked out her silk socks and sat down on the edge of the bed with a smile in her watery eyes.

"Do not."

"Prime Minister Zhou told me."

Zhao Qing responded with a very bachelor's chuckle. No matter how stiff and cold his aunt's family was... Zhou Zongliang was definitely the person in the world who knew them best.

This is beyond doubt.

"whispering sound!"

Chu Hongning then showed a mischievous look of joy, and lay down at the feet of the two men with her delicate body leaning sideways.

She looked at Zhao Qing with a pair of teasing eyes, and then she gently kissed Qing Huan's slender feet with her tongue...

That quiet and gentle jade-like face was also stained with blush, showing the utmost frivolity and lewdness.

"How does the master want to teach Ning'er a lesson?"

Gu Qinghuan's eyes trembled, and she curled up her feet slightly, then lay in her master's arms, smiling silently.

Zhao Qing's expression remained unchanged, and he stared at the woman's wanton posture with amusement.

It can be said that the one who looks most like Qinghuan in the family is none other than Ningmei. She has no resistance and no shyness... but there is still a lack of the most soulful feeling.

Zhao Qing held Qinghuan's slender waist tightly, and the soft and boneless touch made people's hearts flutter.

He was at his ease, chuckled, and asked, "Why do you always dress up at night?"

This is something Zhao Qing is quite puzzled about...

Shuyue and her aunt would only dress up carefully in the morning when they were in a good mood or preparing to go out to meet guests.

But Ningmei is different.

After taking a bath at night, she often leaned quietly by the window, playing with her long hair and choosing clothes.

In this regard, Zhao Qing just thought that Ning Mei was narcissistic.

Sister Zhang also likes taking selfies, so it's normal for Sister Ning to admire herself in the mirror when she has nothing to do... and she is indeed breathtakingly beautiful when she is quiet.

——This is something known to the entire Chu State.

"In the past, I would sit in front of the mirror in my spare time, play with my makeup, chat and laugh, or organize my music books. I'm used to it~"

"Hey—is Qinghuan ticklish?"

Ningmei giggled and moved closer to Qinghuan's slender legs, teasing her ankles with her gentle breath.

"Not afraid."

Qing Huan curled up her legs again, and looked back at Ning Er with a smile in her clear eyes: "If you continue like this, the master will really ravage you."

Zhao Qing: ???

He raised Qing Huan's chin playfully: "You said what the master said. What did the master say?"

Gu Qinghuan smiled softly, and following Zhao Qing's lead, she raised her delicate head high, her gentle eyes meeting his, and she said with a tender smile, "Qinghuan is at fault, and I will allow my master to punish me."

Zhao Qing and Ning Mei exchanged smiles, and he gradually tightened his grip on Qing Huan's chin, frivolously admonishing her, "As a punishment, you are not allowed to show any affection for the next few days."

"If you can do that... Shuyue and Xiaoyi will stay there, and the master will hold you and accompany you to sleep every night."

"If you can't do that... Master and Lemon Fish Water, you will kneel on the side and serve."

Zhao Qing examined the clever smile in Qing Huan's phoenix eyes, and added carefully, "Besides, the master and Ning'er are sleeping in each other's arms. You can only kneel by the bed and wait."

Red Lemon's eyes trembled, her delicate face flushed, and she whispered, "Am I being too harsh on Qing Huan..."

Zhao Qing looked back at Ning Mei helplessly, thinking that it was better for his aunt to cooperate with him.

I'm just teasing Qing Huan for fun, Qing Huan will just feel great, okay? ?

"it is good……"

as predicted.

Gu Qinghuan's eyes were filled with tenderness, and she whispered softly to herself, "Qinghuan also wants to sleep in the master's arms."

"But Qinghuan can't go a few days without feeling emotional for the master."

The woman smiled, her gentle face full of frivolous smile: "Master, please punish me."

Zhao Qing glanced at Ning Mei and gave her a meaningful look.

Look at it... I'll tell you.

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The moon is hazy.

In the endless desert, there are only yellow sand, bare rocks and short trees, reflecting the dim moonlight, like a strange and silent dream.

The world is desolate and vast. In this boundless desert, even the wind... has lost its sound.

Looking far into the sky where the sky and the earth meet, the Milky Way falls into the endless sand, drawing one blurry line after another.

The three figures seemed inconspicuous among them...

Zhao Qing held Qinghuan and Ningmei's wrists tightly and wandered leisurely in the vast and desolate desert.

Admire the crescent moon and the starry sky, and also admire the loneliness and vastness of the world.

Of course, he didn't really intend to torture Qinghuan.

The beautiful love affair with Qinghuan only existed when they were alone together, and it didn't matter how she was pampered or abused.

It’s better to just try it with Lemon Girl...

"The two Dao seeds are nourished by the dragon bloodline. It won't be long before we can start refining weapons."

"What kind of gun does the master like?"

"Ancient spear or pear blossom? Or nine-curved goose feathers... heavy halberd with cold blade?"

Gu Qinghuan lowered her head, staring at her delicate embroidered shoes as they stepped on the sand. Her phoenix eyes, with their dim golden light, were filled with coldness and majesty.

Zhao Qing didn't even need to look sideways. Just by feeling the demonic aura, he knew that Qinghuan was cultivating his own bloodline again.

When she was cultivating her bloodline, she always kept her head down.

Unless she deliberately uses her cold face to provoke people in bed - Qinghuan is very good at provoking people.

"Your own gun, whichever you like."

"I tried a blood knife secret technique in Longyuan, so I won't have many opportunities to use a gun."

The woman nodded coldly: "But... there are two guns."

Red lemon eyes rippled, and she said with a lighthearted smile: "I'll refine them all into your favorite guns~"

"Wouldn't it be better if Zhao Qing used your body and your gun in the future?"

Zhao Qing: ...

The cold night wind stirred up flying sand.

The three of them gradually moved away from Juechen Valley and lay comfortably in the desert, gazing at the starry night.

Prepare a jar of Mobei liquor.

Qinghuan no longer knelt down to serve, but lay quietly beside her master with her eyes closed.

Hong Ning also put away her playful expression, her gentle and tranquil eyes a little absent-minded.

The three of them drank slowly, listening to the rustling sound of the night wind in the desert.

Summer night.

The wind is cold, but the sand is warm.

The strong aroma of wine is even more intoxicating when mixed with the desolate and vast desert.

"Si He originally wanted to use that dragon tendon to refine a bow for Xiaoyi."

"but……"

Zhao Qing chuckled and sighed, "It's not appropriate."

Not to mention that the dragon tendon was rubbed into ashes by Si He, even if it wasn't there... using the dragon tendon of the Blood-Clothed Tower Master to draw the bow and arrow is still outrageous and bold.

"When we get to Zhongzhou, I'll introduce you to my friends."

"There are several senior brothers and sisters in Mingchuanfang, and they are all very good people."

Hong Ning rested her head on the side of her head, her watery eyes smiling as she spoke softly to the two of them.

"Bai Yu has a voodoo method to absorb the essence of cultivation. After visiting the Bone Fairy... my life butterfly should be able to be of some use."

Gu Qinghuan raised her slender fingers and examined the colorful little butterfly on her fingertips.

Then she slowly handed it to the man and said to him with a soft smile: "At least it can help you catch up with the master faster."

Zhao Qinglong held Qinghuan's life butterfly, touched it lightly with his spiritual energy as if teasing, and then carefully put it into the Niwan without teasing it any further.

There is a faint spiritual charm rippling up.

"Who is it?" Hong Ning came over curiously——

Zhao Qing took out the communication jade, and his expression became a little strange.

He exchanged a glance with Ning Mei, then put his arm around Qing Huan's shoulders and took her to check the message together.

Chen Changsheng's message... is extremely rare.

Someone wants to destroy the Ruan family and Xuanyue sect in Longxi, which may affect the popularity of Siyou.