Wandering the Immortals and Martial Heavens

"Mr. Zhao is resourceful, quick-witted, handsome, straightforward, bold, and generous. Although he is a daughter, his heart is no less than that of any man in the world. If it weren't for you and me being divided into two camps, I would like to invite Mr. Zhao to be a The female prime minister. Besides, Mr. Zhao's beauty is unique in this world, and it is peerless, overwhelming the country and the city."

Jing Zhou said this sincerely, not to mention that the most unforgettable thing about Zhao Min is riding a white horse in men's clothes, that beauty is unique in this thousand worlds.

This beauty is three parts charming, four parts heroic, and three parts heroic, graceful and luxurious but dignified, which makes people awe-inspiring and dare not look directly at it.

Presumably that is the case with the country and the city, the beauty of the past.

Moreover, this woman dares to love and hate, and in the original book, she gave up all her glory and wealth for Zhang Wuji.Compared with Zhou Zhiruo, her love for Zhang Wuji is deeper.

Zhao Min was very heroic at first, when the wine was dry, his face turned red after a while, and he was dizzy with wine. Hearing Jing Zhou's words at this time, his face was even more reddened.

Seeing that Jing Zhou's face was sincere, without the slightest hint of perfunctory flattery, she was very pleased with herself, and she liked Jing Zhou even more.

Ordinary people only think of her as the Princess of the princess, with a noble status, but they don't know the gully in her heart, but at this time Jing Zhou's words are very thorough, like a confidant.

Seeing that she was still about to pour wine, Jing Zhou wanted to snatch the jug, but accidentally touched the weak and boneless little hand, the tentacles were delicate and smooth, like a piece of beautiful jade.

Seeing Zhao Min withdrawing his hand shyly, he continued to smile and said: "Young Master Zhao should drink less alcohol, although I'm not a womanizer, but for a beautiful woman like Young Master Zhao, after drinking, she will add three points of charm, it must be that Liu Xiahui can't resist the temptation, let alone a layman like me."

"Besides, drinking too much will hurt your body. Judging by Mr. Zhao's face, he has already drunk a lot. It's better to stop here. Although it's the first time we meet, I always know Mr. Zhao, so it doesn't count Outsiders, there is no need to drink like this."

Jing Zhou called Mr. Zhao one by one, and Zhao Min was a little confused. He couldn't say what he wanted to say at this time, but just followed his words: "When did the leader know about the little girl? The little girl is just an ordinary person. It is not as famous as the leader, and even less famous. Could it be that the leader is joking?"

"If I say that I knew you in my previous life, I don't know if you believe me? Although it's the first time I met Mr. Zhao today, Mr. Zhao is not unfamiliar to me. Besides, you are not an unknown person, not to mention your status. , and even has a gully in his chest, he is a rare genius in the world, these six sects are all played around by Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Min naturally didn't believe what Jing Zhou said in the first half, so he said angrily, "Tell me, how did we know each other in the previous life?"

"You and I were Prince Jiang and Princess Jiang in the previous life. My name is Long Yang, and your name is Solanum Kui..."

Zhao Min chuckled, and couldn't help but said: "You made up an interesting story, and which country is Jiang Guo? Why have I never heard of it?"

She thought that Jing Zhou would talk about fate, but she actually made up a random story. She wanted to see how Jing Zhou could make it happen!

Such a person, it would be a pity not to go to a restaurant to tell stories!

"Don't worry, just listen to me slowly."

"Although our Jiang country is a small country, with our father and king guarding us, you and I can live in peace..."

Talking about the days when Solanum nigrum and Longyang were fighting in the palace, Zhao Min gradually listened with fascination, and put his arms on the table: "What happened later? Later, Mother Hou really embroidered a map of mountains and rivers for King Qi?"

"How can such a large embroidery of mountains, rivers and land be embroidered in just two years!"

Jing Zhou gradually talked about Jiang Guo's demise and Long Yang's death in battle. When it came to Solanum nigrum's death by the sword, Zhao Min's eyes were red from crying.

She wiped her tearful eyes with a handkerchief, said that she was too drunk, and went in to change her clothes.

Jing Zhou took care of a glass of wine and drank it. The aroma of the wine was rich and fragrant, and the taste of the wine was dry and mellow.

This vintage daughter red is extremely precious.

In ancient times, there was a custom that has been handed down for a long time, that is, if a daughter is born in the family, a jar of wine will be brewed and buried deep in the ground. When the daughter is married, the wine will be dug out from the ground and used to invite guests. They called it "Nvnuhong".

"My 17-year-old daughter Hong, I just don't know if this is Zhao Min's hidden wine." Jing Zhou smiled and drank the wine in his glass again.

After a while, Zhao Min changed her clothes, restored her daughter's clothes, and walked slowly.

Wearing a goose-yellow long dress, the inner cover is as thin as a cicada's wing rose shadow corsage, a pearl gold hairpin is inserted on the head, and emerald silk is wrapped around the waist.The figure is graceful and slender, the skin is white and jade-like, and the hair is fluffy, which makes people feel pity.

"It's a pity that there is no wide-sleeve flowing fairy dress here." Zhao Min sighed, and then said with a smile: "Brother Wang, is it pretty?"

"It's beautiful. Among the people I've met in my life, I haven't met such a beautiful woman as Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Min smiled slightly, and sat down again, but at this time, she had no intention of keeping Jing Zhou.

"Brother Wang, can you submit to the court?"

For some reason, seeing Jing Zhou's face, Zhao Min said these words out of nowhere. She knew that it was impossible for Jing Zhou to abandon Mingjiao and join the imperial court, not to mention that Mingjiao had occupied many places now.

"If you want to do other things, as long as Mr. Zhao has something to ask, you must not disappoint Mr. Zhao, but this is the only thing that has no leeway. Even if there is no my Mingjiao, there are other sects to resist Yuanting. The people of Yuan are unpopular, and it is a foregone conclusion that the world will change dynasties, but it will be sooner or later, even if you are a female Zhuge, you will not be able to change the end of the Yuan Dynasty."

Facing the magnificent Mr. Zhao in front of him, Jing Zhou didn't want to deceive her, so he told the truth.

Hearing Jing Zhou's words, Zhao Min's expression darkened, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

But for a moment, this feeling of loneliness turned into a smile, and she said loudly: "Brother Wang, let's continue drinking. I respect you for this cup. See you next time. Maybe we will meet each other with swords drawn." Now, don't show mercy when the time comes!"

After finishing speaking, she tilted her head and drank the whole cup. She was about to have a second cup, but was stopped by Jing Zhou.

"Mr. Zhao, drinking too much of this wine will hurt your health. Besides, Mr. Zhao is a daughter. It is not appropriate to drink this way. Why don't you withdraw the wine."

"I don't know if you have a piano here. It is a great blessing to meet Mr. Zhao today, so let me play the piano for you, okay?"

Jing Zhou's voice was like a clear spring flowing slowly through Zhao Min's heart.

She has never met such a person before, gentle and elegant, knowledgeable and talented, if he is not the leader of Mingjiao, why is he the leader of the anti-thief~

He is a traitor, and she is the princess of the imperial court. The two of them are enemies. After today, they may not meet again. Even if they meet again, their identities will change.

For a while, Zhao Min was a little envious of Solanum nigrum, at least, she lived happily.

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