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

What is that old geezer Du Xin trying to do?

They even try to control what happens in people's beds.

You old, lewd, bald monk!

Sang Ning cursed inwardly while simultaneously enjoying that damn wonderful feeling.

Huo Chang'an quickly began to fight back.

Like a reservoir about to overflow, the floodgates were suddenly opened, without any buffer, and the waves surged and roared in.

The wooden basin at their feet was kicked over, and the two of them fell onto the bed.

Sang Ning's soul was so frightened by the fierce impact that he closed his eyes.

Just a moment ago, the puppy was obediently washing its feet, but now it's turned into a man-eating wolf.

It turns out that Huo Chang'an is a hybrid of a dog and a wolf, a little wolf-dog type.

However, Sang Ning vaguely sensed something was different.

He used a bit too much force.

It seems like... fear?

Finally, he lessened his strength, his movements becoming disordered and uneasy as he moved his lips to her face, kissing her while whispering softly.

"You are conscious, aren't you?"

"You won't disappear, right?"

"It's Du Xin who's controlling you, isn't it?"

Yeah!

Sang Ning wanted to shout.

Huo Chang'an is certain now, isn't he? He knows it was that bastard Du Xin who was behind it, and not some divine punishment, right?

How clever!

However, Huo Chang'an did not think so.

He selfishly thought it was Du Xin's conspiracy, because killing Du Xin would be easier.

He can't see or touch the Heavenly Way.

Strangely, he instinctively believed that such a thing existed in the world, though he didn't know where this feeling came from.

Since it concerned Sang Ning, he dared not make a decision lightly.

Because if it truly is the will of Heaven, it still needs the help of those who guide the heart.

After a long while, the man raised his alluring phoenix eyes, which were wet and red, as if he had been crying.

Looking at Sang Ning's rosy cheeks and clear, unwavering eyes, his heart sank.

There is indeed a problem.

In the past, after a kiss, she would be like she was drunk and it would take her a long time to recover.

So, even if she kissed me just now, it wasn't because she couldn't help herself...

If it's divine punishment, it would be better to just make someone stupid; why go through all this strangeness?

Meng Ge said that Ning'er did seem a bit dazed on the way, but she wasn't stupid.

Upon arriving here, it suddenly became lively.

The explanation that he was manipulated by Du Xin is more plausible!

Huo Chang'an's eyes lit up, but a chilling gloom settled in their depths.

"Ning'er, are you tired? Change your clothes and go to sleep first. I'll be right back."

His thumb gently stroked his swollen, red lips a few times.

Even though he couldn't feel her love, he knew she loved him.

Her hair had grown long again, reaching her shoulders, and was black and soft.

Despite traveling for so long, I haven't lost weight; in fact, my face seems rounder, which shows I've been well taken care of.

Huo Chang'an was still very grateful to Yan Meng and the others.

He looked and looked, and couldn't help but want to kiss him.

Sang Ning jumped up and started taking off her clothes.

Huo Chang'an steadied himself, secretly annoyed that he couldn't control himself even when facing a face devoid of sincerity.

It's more important to get down to business.

Oh, right, there are no women's nightgowns here, and it seems Ning'er didn't bring her bundle.

Let's make do for one night and talk about it tomorrow morning.

Before Huo Chang'an could turn around, he choked violently.

In just a short while, Sang Ning had already taken off her clothes.

It wasn't just taking off the outer garment, it was taking off everything!

They didn't even leave behind a single pocket!

It was as white and shiny as a lotus root standing on the bed, making people dizzy.

Huo Chang'an subconsciously raised his hand to pull the bed curtains, but missed.

These are just makeshift tents, not bed curtains!

Sang Ning felt like dying!

Holy crap!

She's been fed too well on the way to Xin Xuefu and has gained a lot of weight!

My tummy is all bulging!

The good thing is that the steamed buns also turned into bread.

The clothes I had just taken off were back on my body.

"It's cool at night..."

Huo Chang'an's hands were trembling as he tied the straps for her, and his jaw was clenched tightly.

"oh oh."

Sang Ning's soul had already hidden in a corner, covering its face.

My body was obediently dressed again and then tightly covered with a blanket.

"Go to sleep."

This time, Huo Chang'an didn't leave; he waited until Sang Ning fell asleep before coming out of the tent.

Yan Meng came forward with bruises on his face.

"What's the matter with you?"

"It's all for the sake of our lord."

Xuefu wanted to see the mistress, but her subordinates tried to stop her, and her father beat them up!

He couldn't fight back yet.

Huo Chang'an suddenly realized.

Yes, her biological father and brother are here.

However, it probably wasn't a proper attempt to stop him, otherwise he wouldn't have been beaten. General Beigong is quite reasonable.

"Where is Lu Shishen? In which tent?"

"I squeezed in with Feng Dali."

So the two of them went to find Feng Dali.

Feng Dali fought bravely against the enemy and has been promoted to commander of a thousand men; his tent is quite large.

When Huo Chang'an arrived, he and Lu Shishen were still awake, excitedly sharing their little secrets in bed.

To be honest, Huo Chang'an was somewhat envious.

Although he had two close friends, both were from prominent families with strict rules, and they had never slept side-by-side with anyone like this before.

But his face darkened the next moment.

What kind of nonsense are they talking about!

Feng Dali: "Brother Meng wants to be the Lord's brother-in-law, and I want to be the Lord's sister's brother-in-law. He always scolds me for being a toad trying to eat a white duck."

Hmph! He's making fun of me. She didn't even acknowledge him the whole way, did she?

Jingya gave me a steamed bun with vegetables today, it was so delicious, she didn't give it to anyone else, just me.

"Guess why she gave it to me?" she asked, her tone quite smug.

Guess, guess! You can guess it right away: it's because she likes me!

The tone of voice makes you think of a dog wagging its tail!

Lu Shishen: "I guess the steamed bun fell on the ground, and you just happened to be here?"

Feng Dali paused for a moment.

Her voice lowered: "It fell to the ground, but there were other people around, and she only gave it to me."

"Oh." Lu Shishen seemed a little reluctant. "Then she does treat you a little differently."

"Yes! It's different! She already likes me."

Yan Mengzhen couldn't listen to it anymore.

"You're such a jerk! Get up now, the master is coming!"

Despite Huo Jingya's seemingly carefree and diamond-like demeanor, she actually has a soft side.

As for that young master of the Hua family, he's keeping him in his heart!

When the prince went to Liangzhou, she acted strangely for several days.

At that time, the two could not be together, but once the lord returned to the capital, there was no guarantee that the two could be together!

According to the letter my father sent, that Hua Buyan would rather shave his head and become a monk than accept the marriage proposal.

Besides, Hua Buyan is so good-looking, and she and Huo Jingya are childhood sweethearts. How can the poor boy Feng Dali, who appeared out of nowhere, compare?

He was thinking of him, not wanting him to rush headlong into it, because this fool couldn't tell right from wrong!

I won't bother with him anymore!

Inside the pitch-black tent, Lu Shishen and Feng Dali quickly got up.

Huo Chang'an didn't say anything more, nor did he ask them to light candles.

"Lu Shishen, I just want to ask you, how did you realize that the mistress was not right? Didn't you say that there was nothing wrong with her body?"

"My lord, my grandfather's medical books contain records of the difference between real and false illnesses."

At that moment, the subordinate sensed something was wrong with the mistress, so he touched her right middle finger.