Now I really have to marry the princess.

Chapter 70: A Little Princess Was Kidnapped

The moon rises above the willow branches, and the study is quiet.

Yang Zhengdao prepared the ink, spread out the paper, and sat down to wait for Su Hongyi.

Suddenly, a soft creaking sound was heard at the window, and a dark figure darted in, moving so lightly that it made no sound at all.

Yang Zhengdao was taken aback.

I said, beautiful lady, we're already wearing designer brands, you don't need to do this, do you?

However, this tight-fitting night clothes are indeed quite nice.

It accentuates the figure's advantages, making them readily apparent.

When Su Hongyi saw the gaze sweeping over her, she felt her cheeks burning. She hunched her shoulders and lowered her head, but her precious treasure could not be hidden and her attempt to cover it up only made it more obvious.

She glanced up again, only to see Da Lang grinning mischievously. Her ears burned, and she couldn't help but scold him playfully, "Da Lang, let's get down to business!"

Let's get down to business!

Beautiful lady, please explain clearly, otherwise people will misunderstand!

Yang Zhengdao coughed lightly and said in a serious tone, "Why are you so late?"

Su Hongyi stared at her toes, blushing as she said, "I need to wait until Ah Wu and Ah Liu are asleep."

Okay, there are two more security cameras in the house.

Should we try to win them over too?

Yang Zhengdao's Adam's apple bobbed, then he shook his head.

It's always necessary to leave two spies loyal to you in order to better conceal the fact that Su Hongyi has been turned against you.

It's time to get down to business.

He picked up his pen and recalled the contents of the ancient and extraordinary book.

The first volume concludes the story of Cui Qing, Lu Jinlian, and Zheng Ping'er, and the second volume will introduce Wang Chunmei.

It is said that Wang Chunmei, whose father died early, lived with her mother at her cousin Cui Qing's house.

From that night, when Cui Qing sneaked into her room, a complicated and tragic love affair began.

She woke up with a start, only to find her cousin, who was usually as gentlemanly as jade.

My cousin was drunk; his dazed gaze burned like fire.

She wanted to shout, but couldn't; she wanted to struggle, but couldn't break free.

She bit her lip, her heart pounding, her cheeks burning, making her feel dizzy.

She felt a mix of shock and fear, yet also a strange, indescribable feeling. She only hoped it was all a dream, a dream from which she would never wake.

But the moon outside the window was so bright that it illuminated everything clearly.

She felt as if her soul was about to fly away, and then she had no strength left.

Thus, morality has once again collapsed, and humanity has once again become distorted...

After that, if Cui Qing didn't come for a day, she couldn't sleep at night.

When she saw her cousin-in-law during the day, she was filled with remorse.

When her cousin came over that night, she couldn't resist opening the door and letting him in...

With a complete set of calligraphy knowledge from all dynasties provided by the system, Yang Zhengdao could write extremely quickly.

Furthermore, the fact that he was merely retrieving the synopsis of a story from an ancient and extraordinary book made his writing all the more fluent and effortless.

For every sheet he wrote, Su Hongyi would make a copy.

However, Su Hongyi's face grew increasingly red, her body became increasingly agitated, and she began to steal glances at Yang Zhengdao more and more frequently.

The path to knowledge is always like this; the more Su Hongyi knows, the more confused she becomes.

Is that... what I think it is?

She felt a wave of confusion wash over her, and she felt that she might never dare to look directly at that instrument again.

But... is that really possible?

Yang Zhengdao had no idea what Su Hongyi was thinking. After finishing the second volume of the story, he stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.

Immediately, he put pen to paper again, adding two more poems titled "Like a Dream" to the end of the scroll.

Poetry:

Her lowered gaze couldn't conceal the turbulent emotions within; her furrowed brows hinted at a furrowed brow as she looked around. Her silk sash loosened timidly, the candlelight warming the red curtains. She whispered, whispered, for this love was hard to sever.

Another poem says:

Half-concealed, her skin was like mutton fat, revealing a voluptuous yet slender figure. The spring curtains exuded a rich fragrance, attracting butterflies and bees to dance and play. Suddenly, the rain, suddenly, beat down, causing flowers to fall and orioles to sing.

Seeing Yang Zhengdao put down his pen, Su Hongyi finally couldn't hold back.

Blushing, she voiced her question: "Darling, does that really have beauty benefits?"

Yang Zhengdao was stunned, on the verge of tears, for his red robes had changed.

Is this something a cold, aloof beauty like you should ask?

"cannot!"

"Oh……"

Yang Zhengdao rubbed his forehead and sighed deeply: "Hongyi, let's get down to business!"

"oh."

Seeing Su Hongyi blushing and lowering her head to tidy up the manuscript again, Yang Zhengdao felt that this was hardly a case of a beautiful woman adding fragrance to a woman's life.

He's just asking for trouble.

Thinking of this, he looked forward to the bathhouse in Pingkangfang even more.

The next day.

Yang Zhengdao went to the East Market first, and then left Xi Junmai and Aba at the blacksmith shop.

He then led Su Hongyi and Nazha straight to Xuandu Temple.

After passing the Sanqing Hall, we arrived at the peach grove again.

However, by now, the peach blossoms had all faded, and the peach grove was only covered with new green leaves, losing some of its romance and gaining more tranquility.

He had calculated the exact time when Ah Zhi would offer incense and was waiting here for her to finish her ceremony.

Sure enough, Ah Zhi arrived shortly afterward.

She was dressed in a light blue ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), with a thin white gauze shawl over it. Her bright almond-shaped eyes held a faint smile, clear and bright as if they had been washed in spring water.

She walked slowly and gracefully. As soon as she stepped into the peach grove, her cheeks were already flushed with a light blush. With a touch of shy gentleness, she walked quickly toward Yang Zhengdao.

Yang Zhengdao felt a surge of warmth in his heart and involuntarily called out, "A-Zhi!"

Li Lizhi raised her small face, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her lips were slightly pursed, and the tips of her ears were red.

She stole a glance at the female official who was following closely behind her, then blinked her big eyes and gave a playful smile.

"Cousin, what a coincidence!"

"Ah Zhi, what a coincidence!"

All was quiet, with only the gentle breeze rustling the new leaves.

The two of them looked at each other.

It wasn't until the lady-in-waiting coughed softly to remind them that the two looked away from each other.

Just then, Yang Zhengdao suddenly reached out and, to the female official's surprise, grabbed Li Lizhi's small hand.

Her fingertips were slightly cool and soft, and when he suddenly grasped them, her whole body trembled slightly.

Li Lizhi's almond-shaped eyes widened in surprise; she never expected that her hand would be grabbed by this shameless man.

Before Li Lizhi could react, Yang Zhengdao had already pulled her along and started running.

A green skirt swirls like a flower on the blue bricks, and a shawl flutters in the wind, like a drifting cloud passing through a peach grove.

"Your Highness!"

The female officials behind him, along with a group of palace maids and eunuchs, all exclaimed in surprise.

Before they could catch up, a woman from another race suddenly rushed out of the forest.

It was none other than Naza.

Naza did it intentionally, and bumped right into the female official.

Then she started shouting and pulling at people in a Turkic language.

In this entanglement, Yang Zhengdao had already pulled Li Lizhi away from the peach grove.

After bypassing a low wall and winding along the corridors, I finally found a secluded corner of the rear hall of Xuandu Temple.

Li Lizhi was panting heavily from running, her face flushed even more, her chest heaving slightly, but she couldn't help but giggle.

In the distance, the anxious calls of a female official could be faintly heard, while nearby, an unknown bird was chirping.

Yang Zhengdao held Azhi's hand and noticed that her palm was covered in fine sweat, so he couldn't help but gently hook her palm with his fingertips.

How exciting! Just like that, a little princess was kidnapped.