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

As a few glasses of strong beer quietly slid down her throat, a strange fire suddenly ignited in Zhao Yingluo's eyes. She slowly but resolutely stood up, her fingers involuntarily tightening around Feng Qianqian's collar. That gentleness was instantly replaced by an undeniable determination.

"Listen to me, Feng Qianqian, Li Zhen's heart is already mine. Don't even think about touching it. If you dare to have the slightest improper thought, I, Zhao Yingluo, swear to make you regret it. Believe me, I can make sure you have nowhere to stand in this world!"

Feng Qianqian was also burning with anger, trying to break free from this restraint. However, Zhao Yingluo's power seemed exceptionally strong at this moment. She seemed to have transformed into a lioness defending her territory, not allowing any intrusion. The two figures intertwined and entangled under the dim light. As a silent contest gradually escalated, a tense atmosphere filled the air.

Suddenly, a soft yet piercing tearing sound shattered the tense atmosphere. Feng Qianqian's top was torn in the fierce tug, revealing a patch of snow-white skin, which formed a stark and ironic contrast with the scene that was about to spiral out of control.

Her sexy lingerie accentuated her alluring figure, forcing Li Zhen to turn his head away.

Feng Qianqian seemed to awaken suddenly from a chaotic fog. A resolute look flashed in her eyes. Then, she resolutely peeled off the tattered clothes that had borne countless struggles and resentments. Her body trembled slightly due to the intense fluctuations of her emotions, like a wounded little beast that wanted to pounce on Zhao Yingluo without any regard for anything else.

At this critical moment, a solid figure stood like a mountain between her and her target. It was Li Zhen. His appearance was like an insurmountable barrier, steadily suppressing the situation that was about to spiral out of control.

He deftly removed his coat, the garment seemingly still retaining his unique warmth and determination, and gently tossed it to Feng Qianqian. His voice, though calm, carried an undeniable strength: "Enough, Qianqian. I've already made it clear to you that there's no possibility between us. Please stop this one-sided love. My fiancée is Zhao Yingluo, and no one can replace her in my heart."

Feng Qianqian straightened her chest and asked with tears in her eyes, "What is it about me that I lack compared to her? Li Zhen, I hate you!"

After saying that, she ran out of the room crying, putting on her clothes as she ran.

The sudden opening of the door, coupled with Feng Qianqian's radiant appearance, immediately attracted the attention of passing neighbors. Seeing the young girl running out of Li Zhen's house with tears in her eyes, everyone labeled Li Zhen a scumbag from then on.

Li Zhen, completely disregarding all the surrounding disturbances, including Feng Qianqian who seemed to have been forgotten by the night, held the slightly tipsy Zhao Yingluo tightly in his arms and walked steadily into the cozy depths of the bedroom. Moonlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, falling on the two of them and adding a soft silver veil to the tranquil night.

Just as he gently placed Zhao Yingluo on the bed, intending for her to find rest in this tranquility, the usually gentle and obedient Zhao Yingluo seemed to have her inner passion awakened by the alcohol. Suddenly, she reached out and hugged Li Zhen, offering her lips with unprecedented courage and determination.

This sudden kiss, like an unexpected thunderstorm on a summer afternoon, stirred ripples in Li Zhen's heart. For a moment, he was stunned, as if the whole world had frozen in that instant. But soon, he recovered from this unexpected surprise, his eyes shining with a gentle yet firm light.

He knew that this was not merely the effect of alcohol, but a genuine expression of Zhao Yingluo's inner feelings, a response to his long-standing silent protection and care. How could he not cherish such rare initiative and enthusiasm?

And so, in this small bedroom... (30,000 words omitted here.)

Because of the long distance, Li Zhen and Fang Zhen bought plane tickets and flew directly to Yunnan and Guizhou provinces. This was Li Zhen's first time flying, which made him feel inexplicably excited.

It takes several hours to fly from Shandong Province to Yunnan and Guizhou Provinces, and you have to transfer in between. This is considered fast. If you take the train, it would probably take the two of you several days to get there.

The flight attendants thoughtfully served lunch to each passenger; it was Li Zhen's first time eating a boxed meal on a plane.

Although the meals on the plane are small, almost no one asks for extra food, because in addition to the rice, meat and vegetables, there are a few small packets of biscuits. Anyway, it's just something to eat after you get off the plane.

Just as Li Zhen finished eating and wanted to take a nap, the fat man next to him spoke up.

"Flight attendant, bring me two more fast food meals and a glass of orange juice."

Upon hearing this, the passengers all turned their gazes to the fat man, making him feel extremely uncomfortable with the countless eyes staring at him.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen someone eating before?"

Fang Zhen, who was lying on the chair, muttered softly, "Foodie!"

The sound wasn't loud, but the fat man happened to hear it.

"You country bumpkin, say that again if you dare?"

At this moment, the waiter came over and said, "Sir, please sit down. Your two fast food meals will be delivered shortly."

Perhaps because of the food, the fat man stopped talking and quietly waited for his fast food to be delivered.

The flight was uneventful, except for a slight turbulence that the plane encountered midway through the journey.

The moment the giant plane gently touched the earth, Li Zhen felt as if a huge boulder had been dropped into his heart, transforming into boundless relief and peace.

Despite countless reminders from reason that modern aviation technology has reduced the risks of flying to an extremely low level, beneath the freedom and magnificence of soaring at tens of thousands of meters in the sky, there still lurks an indescribable, subtle unease. It is an experience that transcends the everyday, yet inspires awe, as if the soul has temporarily escaped the constraints of gravity, yet constantly yearns for the warmth and reality of being grounded.

Inside the airport, a Pajero was already waiting. After the plane landed, a man wearing sunglasses held up a sign that read "Welcome Mr. Fang Zhen".

Since the two of them didn't have much luggage, just two backpacks on their backs, they walked towards the man in sunglasses.

"Hello, I'm Fang Zhen. Did Brother Dao send you?"

"Hello, I'm Brother Dao's henchman, just call me Xiao Long. Brother Dao has already arranged a hotel, I'll take you to rest first."

Brother Dao was a local gang leader whom Fang Zhen had contacted through various connections. It was through him that they were able to obtain that batch of foreign weapons. Before the two arrived, it had already been explained over the phone that once they got off the plane, their accommodation and transportation would be taken care of by a dedicated person.

You can't blame them for being cautious, after all, this is a shady business.

After leaving the airport, the car drove for more than three hours to a remote border town. It had probably just rained, as the ground was wet and there was still standing water in many places.

Xiaolong led the two to an inn. The people inside seemed to know them, as they let them in without asking any questions.

Although the inn doesn't look big from the outside, it's a hidden gem inside. Not to mention, the facilities and amenities in the guest rooms alone are comparable to those of a five-star hotel in a big city.

Xiao Long said with a smile, "Please take a moment to wash up and rest. I'll come to pick you up to meet Brother Dao in a bit. He's prepared a fine banquet at the manor."

Fang Zhen replied politely, "Thank you, Brother Long. We'll take a break for a while."

Lying on the comfortable bed in the guest room, Li Zhen pondered how to negotiate with that "Brother Dao" later. He had a full three million in cash in his spatial storage, and once he saw that the goods were in good condition, he would find an opportunity to withdraw the money. In case the other party really did try to cheat him, he would take Fang Zhen on a time-travel mission first. For this purpose, he had specially prepared a small knife and tied it to his wrist, so that he could immediately cut his palm in case of an emergency.

Fang Zhen hadn't thought that far ahead. He was quite familiar with Yunnan and Guizhou provinces. He used to come here often to buy cars when he was in the used car business. The place was a mixed bag and a bit chaotic, but there were also many business opportunities. This Brother Dao was someone he met when he was in the used car business. He never expected that he would end up dealing in arms. He just hoped that Li Zhen wasn't involved in drug trafficking.