The prince is very fierce

The next morning, the light snow that fell overnight gave the mountains and fields a layer of silver.

On the path at the entrance of the village, Song Yufu, with a small package hanging on her shoulders and red eyes, stood with the maid Doudou and said goodbye to the old master who was standing under the big locust tree.

Without his granddaughter to teach, the old master put on a Confucian shirt, holding a ruler in his hand, his expression as calm as ever.

"Grandpa, I'm leaving... to visit Jiangnan and come back when the prince returns to Suzhou."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to come back. If you don't stay in the female university, let's go."

"How could it be..."

Song Yufu tightened the fiery red cloak around her body, her expression a little reserved, and she bowed.

Ahuang squatted next to the old master, wagging his tail and looking downcast, obviously reluctant to protect his master for half a year; the big white goose was arrogant and quacked twice. Although he couldn't understand it, he understood the meaning of these two scourges. Finally, I stopped disturbing the young man’s Qingxiu.

After Xu Buling raised his hand and said goodbye, he turned around and left with the two little girls. After walking not far, the old master said:

"If you don't take what God has given you, you will be blamed for it; if you don't welcome it when the time comes, you will suffer disaster. You should take care of yourself."

Xu Buling stopped, thought for a moment, and chuckled:

"Don't be afraid of getting rich when you're faced with it, and don't be reluctant to avoid trouble when you're faced with it. I have a sense of propriety in my heart."

The old master nodded slightly and said no more.

After a while, the three of them came to the trail outside the mountain, and the ox cart stopped at the intersection.

Song Yufu stayed here for half a year, and she was obviously a little reluctant to leave. She sat down on the bullock cart, hugged her knees and looked at the remote mountain villages that she could no longer see. She was speechless for a long time.

The maid Doudou is very happy. She grew up in Chang'an City since she was a child. Her parents also worked as servants in wealthy families. She had no worries about eating and drinking under the shelter of others. She still likes crowded and lively places. And now she is the lady's personal maid, and the handsome young man next to her is obviously the lady's lover, so she will also marry him in the future. Thinking of this, Doudou occasionally blushed.

The three of them sat in the ox cart, like a young couple going to work in the city, and drove slowly to Tanzhou City, which was more than ten miles away... ——

The river breeze was rustling, and the cold weather made the maids on the boat not want to go out. They huddled in their rooms and waited for the boat to set sail again.

On the deck near the shore, Ning Yuhe, wearing a white dress, stood holding a sword, looking at the passing crowd, searching for some trace of a harmful spirit.

Now he is still a Taoist priest, but Ning Yuhe no longer wears Taoist robes for fear of desecrating those clothes. She has been practicing martial arts since she was a child and is not afraid of the cold. She wears a relatively light autumn skirt. Her bulging breasts and buttocks are full of tension. Her almost flawless white face seems to blend in with the wind and snow, which is even more moving than the snowy scenery in the mountains.

Maybe he didn't notice it, but Ning Yuhe did look better than before. Like a flower that had been in drought for a long time, it was nourished by the rain. It was a little more feminine in the bones, and the unconventional temperament inside was also different. Dissolve slowly.

People were coming and going on the shore, and it seemed that the evil spirit was really gone.

Ning Yuhe was a little distracted and wanted to put all the responsibility for losing his virginity on Zhongli Jiujiu, but after calming down, he felt so unsure.

What she said and did that night may have been a little impulsive, but it was indeed of her own free will. She remembers it clearly. To this day, she only feels embarrassed and ashamed, and has no regrets at all.

But how could I do such a thing...

Ning Yuhe thought about it, and while he was struggling in his heart, there were slight footsteps from behind the deck.

Ning Qingye walked slowly to Ning Yuhe and looked at him suspiciously;

"Master?"

"Ah-oh..."

Ning Yuhe trembled in fright, came to his senses, quickly put away his random thoughts, and turned around with a smile:

"Qingye, what's wrong?"

Ning Qingye noticed that her master had been a little restless these days, so she stood in front and asked:

"Master has been in a bad mood these past few days. He kicked Ye Jiuniang off the boat yesterday. Did that crazy woman offend you again?"

Ning Yuhe didn't dare to look at his apprentice at all. He tried his best to look calm and smiled gently:

"Nothing... I just want to drive her away..."

Ning Qingye tilted her head slightly and thought about this sentence carefully. There was nothing wrong with it. I originally wanted to drive that crazy woman away, it was just a matter of time.

However, in Ning Qingye's heart, the master has always been gentle and would not get angry if he were a monk. It was a bit abrupt to suddenly get angry and pick up a sword to chase people away. After thinking about it, he came closer and asked in a low voice:

"Master, are you having your period?"?

Ning Yuhe blinked. She really wanted to have her period by herself, so that she wouldn't mess with Xu Buling.

"No... I just don't like Zhongli Jiujiu. Why do you ask?"

Ning Qingye chuckled, her beautiful face showing a bit of weirdness, and whispered:

"It's nothing, I just remembered something... When I was in Chang'an, I had my menstruation once and was injured again. Xu Buling came over and asked me directly. He also asked me to drink more hot water... I also I thought it was some kind of folk remedy, so I drank a lot, but nothing worked..."

"oh……"

Ning Yuhe felt uncomfortable all over, and his smile was slightly stiff: "Really?"

Ning Qingye snorted lightly and looked at the boat full of girls: "Yes, he spends all day wallowing in makeup and powder, thinking he knows women very well, but in fact that's all..."

Ning Yuhe thought for a moment and said seriously: "Actually, your child understands women quite well. Don't let his appearance deceive you... Look at Xiang'er, she was originally the Queen Mother of the dynasty. She was such an arrogant woman. Now she is not convinced. Be obedient…”

"He's just lustful, and I won't be fooled."

Ning Qingye shook his head and tilted his head to look at his master: "He dared to touch the Queen Mother, he is very brave. Master is the leader of the Eight Kui of Xuanhe, so we have to be careful..."

Ning Qingye always speaks directly without beating around the bush, just a simple reminder.

After hearing this, Ning Yuhe was naturally panicked, frowning and showing a little annoyance: "What nonsense are you talking about? I am his master, how could he be so annoyed to me..."

Ning Qingye tilted his head slightly: "I just think he will not be honest, reminding Master, no other meaning... Master, why are you panicking?"

"..."

Ning Yuhe clenched his hands under his sleeves and whispered: "This is not a trivial matter, it cannot be said... If someone hears it, your junior brother's reputation will be ruined."

"We just chatted casually in private, and we won't tell outsiders."

Ning Qingye found that his master was in a bad mood, so he didn't take it seriously. He looked at the shore and saw Xu Buling walking with two girls, and waved from afar.

"Bringing two more women back..."

Ning Qingye narrowed his eyes slightly, turned around and walked towards the cabin, without any intention of going forward to greet him.

Ning Yuhe's heart was in turmoil, and he was even more panicked when he saw Xu Buling. He wanted to hide in the room, but felt it was inappropriate. In the end, he forced a smile and nodded to greet him...