Traveling back to the Northern Song Dynasty: Picking up a princess as my wife

Li Zhen didn't stay at home for long. After his parents came back and had dinner, he drove back to the county town with Zhao Yingluo overnight. After all, there were too many things to do after returning. Now that he had traveled back to the Song Dynasty, time hadn't stopped, and Li Zhen was afraid that something might change if he stayed too long.

As for Li Zhen's parents, his main purpose in coming back this time was to let them meet Zhao Yingluo, and his parents were very satisfied with Zhao Yingluo. Even before leaving, Li Zhen's mother whispered in his ear, urging him to seize the opportunity and not let such a good girl slip away.

On the way back to the county town, Li Zhen asked Zhao Yingluo while driving, "Yingluo, what do you think of my parents?"

Zhao Yingluo was eating the fruit that Li Zhen's mother had stuffed into the car before leaving. She sobbed and said, "She's very nice and easy-going. She's much better than my father's concubines. They only know how to fight and be jealous all day long. No one cares about me at all."

At this point, Zhao Yingluo seemed to recall something, and sat in the passenger seat, gazing at the night view outside the car window, lost in thought.

Li Zhen glanced at Zhao Yingluo, then focused his gaze on the road ahead, knowing that safety was the top priority on the highway.

After waiting for a while, he said, "Let's wait for another opportunity and see if we can rescue your father."

Upon hearing Li Zhen's words, Zhao Yingluo burst into tears.

"My lord, thank you. Your words are enough. Father and the others should be in the Jurchen capital now, and their fate is uncertain."

After thinking for a while, Li Zhen decided to tell Zhao Yingluo what he knew.

"Actually, your father is still alive, but he is currently imprisoned in Wuguo City of the Jin Kingdom, and your brother Zhao Gou is also imprisoned in Lin'an."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yingluo did not show much emotion. She said softly, "Actually, the Zhao Yingluo of the past no longer exists. The Zhao Yingluo of today is my husband's wife. After we return to my dynasty, I will have a child for you and we will live our own lives. As for the Zhao royal family, it has nothing to do with me anymore."

Around 10 p.m., Li Zhen and his group finally returned home. Exhausted from the journey, Li Zhen stopped Zhao Yingluo from cooking and instead ordered takeout from a food delivery app on his phone.

Less than twenty minutes later, the deliveryman, dressed in a yellow robe, knocked on the door with the takeout Li Zhen had ordered.

"Hello, are you Mr. Li? This is your meal. Enjoy your meal! We hope you can give us a good review."

Hearing the noise, Zhao Yingluo came out of the bedroom wearing loose pajamas.

"Husband, what is this? It smells so good!"

Li Zhen opened the garlic crayfish lunchbox. The bright red crayfish inside looked appetizing, and the green cilantro on top added a lot of color to the dish.

Besides crayfish, Li Zhen also ordered spicy hot pot and grilled gluten. Zhao Yingluo had no resistance to these novel foods. The two of them began their late-night snack, especially the garlic crayfish, which Zhao Yingluo devoured in large chunks.

Just then, Li Zhen's phone beeped with a WeChat notification. He wiped his oily hands and opened WeChat to see who was messaging him so late.

It turned out to be a picture message sent by Feng Qianqian, and the content seemed somewhat ambiguous.

Li Zhen smiled at these comments, turned off his phone, tossed it aside, and continued eating.

"Ding ding ding."

Several more messages came in quick succession. Li Zhen glanced at them and saw that they were still from Feng Qianqian, but he didn't even turn on his phone.

On the other end of the phone, Feng Qianqian muttered angrily, "No man can escape my grasp. Li Zhen, you just wait, sooner or later I'll make you kneel at my feet."

In Feng Qianqian's eyes, Li Zhen was not only an emotional prey but also a potential asset in her life. She knew that her charm was enough to make any man's heart flutter, and Li Zhen was nothing more than a perfectly planned trap she was about to fall into. She began to weave a fine and alluring net, using her intelligence and beauty as bait, waiting for Li Zhen to walk into it.

Hearing the occasional message notifications coming from Li Zhen's phone, Zhao Yingluo asked curiously, "Husband, what's that noise?"

Li Zhen sucked the juice off his fingers as he said, "It's nothing, it's just that Feng Qianqian you met during the day, she sent me the message."

Zhao Yingluo parted her lips slightly and uttered a leisurely "Oh," before immersing herself once again in the feast before her. Her chopsticks flew across the table, her love for the food evident in every bite. Soon, the three delicious dishes on the table were devoured amidst their harmonious chewing, leaving only empty plates to testify to the lively atmosphere and satisfaction they had just enjoyed.

After a hearty meal and drinks, Li Zhen's previously tired body instantly regained its vitality. Perhaps it was the beer that made him feel a little strange. He glanced at Zhao Yingluo beside him.

At this moment, Zhao Yingluo was unaware that she was cleaning up the food scraps on the table. Since she was at home, she was wearing the bathrobe Li Zhen had bought for her. The loose bathrobe, as she bent over to tidy up, completely revealed her graceful figure. Being in her prime, she had not an ounce of excess fat, and her snow-white skin was almost flawless. This was far better than the heavily made-up skin of modern women; it truly showed that natural beauty is the most beautiful.

Li Zhen couldn't control himself any longer, and taking advantage of Zhao Yingluo's inattention, he picked her up from behind.

Zhao Yingluo let out a soft cry, her face instantly turning red.

"Husband, what are you doing?"

Li Zhen said in a Peking Opera style, "My lady, it's late, let's rest quickly."

Zhao Yingluo blushed and nodded shyly. Li Zhen was overjoyed upon receiving her consent, and he didn't care that the living room light was still on. He carried Zhao Yingluo straight to the bedroom, where they heard the sound of a heavy object being placed on the newly bought double bed.

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The next morning, the sunlight shone on Li Zhen's face. He struggled to open his eyes and glanced at the time on his phone, only to find that it was already eight o'clock.

As soon as Li Zhen moved, Zhao Yingluo in his arms was also awakened.

Zhao Yingluo said wearily, "Husband, it's time to get up."

Looking at Zhao Yingluo beside him, Li Zhen felt an overwhelming surge of tenderness and joy. Her smile was like the most radiant flower in spring, each bloom creating ripples in his heart. Their time together hadn't become mundane with the passage of time; instead, it was like that of travelers constantly exploring the unknown world, making new discoveries every day, and holding unfulfilled feelings in every glance.

Seeing that Zhao Yingluo had also woken up, Li Zhen's wicked hands began to wander again.

Zhao Yingluo sensed Li Zhen's ill intentions and forcefully pushed him away.

“My husband, we must be moderate. Not for any other reason than that we cannot do this every day for your health.”

Seeing Zhao Yingluo's firm resolve, Li Zhen had no choice but to get up, wash, and dress. Watching Li Zhen go to wash, Zhao Yingluo recalled the madness of the previous night, and her face began to burn again. Helpless, she covered her face with her hands, feeling utterly ashamed. She truly didn't know where her husband had learned so many tricks.

Li Zhen had just finished washing up when his phone rang. He saw that it was Fang Zhen calling.

"Hey, old classmate, are you up yet? The supplies you asked me to buy yesterday are almost done. When are you coming to take a look?"

Li Zhen checked the time and said, "Nine o'clock, I'll go straight to the warehouse then."

After hanging up the phone, Li Zhen said goodbye to Zhao Yingluo and left. He wanted Zhao Yingluo to rest at home because she had been traveling back and forth for the past few days. "Today is Army Day, wishing all my comrades a happy holiday."