Famine and exile: I brought the Spirit Spring to save the entire Marquis's mansion.

Even if two people are not related by blood, they can still be husband and wife.

A clean-cut and good-looking little wolfhound, might as well sleep with him.

If Huo Chang'an becomes dishonest in the future, she can leave without any hesitation.

Anyway, she wasn't fixated on men.

Of course, the premise is still: there is no blood relation.

Sang Ning went inside, wondering how to talk to Huo Chang'an.

After waiting for a while without hearing any movement, she turned around in confusion.

The tall figure was already close at hand, and she suddenly grew taller.

A strong hand gripped her waist and tossed her upwards, then caught her with a short gasp and caught her...buttocks with both hands.

Sang Ning was so frightened that she immediately covered his head with her hands.

The boy let out a low laugh.

Damn it!

Does he think this is impressive?

She was so angry!

"Put me down!" she angrily punched his back.

The bulging muscles were hard and painful to the touch!

"Huo Chang'an!"

Huo Chang'an not only didn't put her down, but also started spinning her around.

Sang Ning felt dizzy and lightheaded from being spun around, so he hugged Sang Ning's head even tighter.

A scent of bamboo soap filled the air, emanating from his hair and collar.

After spinning around for what seemed like an eternity, he finally stopped, leaned against the wall, and looked up from her embrace.

"Ning'er, look, I'm all better, completely better!"

His voice was filled with joy, elation, and a hidden, unspoken urge to cry.

Yes, he's better, much better.

She was no longer the disabled boy who needed protection, but a stinky man who could manipulate her at will!

"Put me down!"

"Are you not happy?"

His bright, moist eyes gradually dimmed, turning into unease.

The moment he was completely healed, he wanted her to know, to be the first to know.

How could Sang Ning not be happy?

But after their intimate kiss, she no longer felt the same way about him.

Even now, his youthful innocence still reminds her of his domineering and oppressive nature back then, the strength and physique of a grown man.

He's really tall when he stands up!

Gao could no longer treat him as a vulnerable person who needed protection.

"Put me down first, okay? I have something to tell you."

The boy tilted his head back, his narrow eyes fixed intently on her face, giving the illusion that he was worshipping something.

The thin linen clothes were pulled down as he hugged her, revealing her strong and powerful collarbones, which, together with her broad shoulders and chest, presented a perfect balance and harmony, making her appear so perfect and powerful.

Amidst a sea of ​​pale skin, a sliver of black peeks out, strikingly vivid and alluring.

what?

Sang Ning licked her lips, and as if possessed, curled her index finger and drew out the black line.

An unintentional touch of fingertips, like a feather, drifts gently across the heart.

The boy's eyes deepened.

Looking down, I watched as the thing hanging around his neck gradually became visible.

"My flower-destroying general!"

A bumblebee is perched on a flower, and an oval-shaped piece of artificial amber is on his body!

"Fine, you kept saying it wasn't polished, it wasn't polished, but it turns out you pocketed it! Give it back to me!"

As Sang Ning spoke, she released her arms from the boy's neck and reached out to remove the object.

Huo Chang'an refused to listen and pulled out one hand to stop him.

This caused Sang Ning to lose her balance, lean back, and in a moment of panic, she grabbed the boy's collar.

A sharp tearing sound was heard.

"what--"

Sang Ning couldn't help but lean back.

She thought she was going to hit the ground on the back of her head, but unexpectedly, Huo Chang'an stepped in front of the kang and Sang Ning landed on the soft quilt.

But at the same time, he was also pulled onto her by inertia.

"Look, don't I look like that bumblebee?"

He lifted his head from the girl's chest, his eyes surging with emotion.

Bumblebee?

Picking flowers?

Who is Hua?

is her!

Sang Ning closed her eyes.

"Huo Chang'an, get up, I really have something to tell you."

Hearing the coldness in her voice, Huo Chang'an dared not provoke her any further and quickly got up.

However, he casually grabbed a pillow and covered his waist.

His eyes secretly glanced at the girl's chest.

That place has now become a small hill.

Note that a mountain and a hill are very different!

One has a peak, the other does not.

She has grown up.

Cute and soft.

Unaware of Huo Chang'an's thoughts, Sang Ning got up and calmed herself down.

He said, "I know there are many things waiting for you to do now, and I am not ready to be your husband. Let's put aside our feelings for each other for now."

"I'll tell you my choice once the situation becomes clearer, okay?"

"Okay," the boy obediently replied.

He had no intention of marrying her at that time.

He just wanted her to reserve a place for him in her heart, a place different from anyone else's.

He was afraid that if he left, she would forget him; he was terrified.

You don't need much, just a little bit to get into her heart is enough.

That way, if he were to return one day, he could approach her without any reservations.

If she can't come back, she has a way out and won't be stuck in the same place like her sisters-in-law.

But did she feel even the slightest difference towards him?

He had absolutely no confidence.

Sang Ning thought he would ask more questions, but to her surprise, he didn't ask anything.

Well, let's not say any more.

"Could you have your people help me find someone in the capital?"

Huo Chang'an was somewhat surprised.

"Who are you looking for?"

Finding someone at this time is undoubtedly very important.

“The woman who used to take care of my mother, a woman in her fifties, wait a minute, let me draw her for you.”

Sang Ning found some paper and used homemade charcoal sticks to draw a portrait sketch.

The old woman had a scar on her forehead, making her easily recognizable. Sang Ning couldn't quite remember her face shape, so she didn't draw the outline.

They only drew the old woman's messy hair and facial features.

She remembered the old woman's eyes clearly at the time, so she painted the eyes particularly lifelike.

Huo Chang'an was stunned by the unique painting skills.

He was certain that this was absolutely not a painting technique from any school of painting in this dynasty.

Shen Ye found and showed him all of Sang Ning'er's handwriting and paintings from when she was in the official school.

It's unbearable to watch.

At this moment, he finally confirmed what he had in mind.

If sorcerers can move valuables, do they mean they can even move things from other people's minds?

What kind of sorcerer? He's not one at all!

"I am a goddess descended to earth, and I cannot bear to see human suffering."

So, it wasn't just a joke?

Huo Chang'an's heart was churning with turmoil, but he showed no sign of it on his face.

"If we find this old woman, we can bring her directly to Liangzhou."

Judging from the old woman's tattered clothes, she must have had a hard time in the capital. If she really was someone who used to be by her mother's side, she would make sure to settle her down properly after asking her questions.

"it is good."

Huo Chang'an stared at the paper for a while before carefully putting it away.

Sang Ning looked at the cut on the boy's lip and pursed her lips.

"From now on, don't make any intimate moves towards me, not even a little bit until I make a choice!"