Crossing the Sauvignon Blanc

Chapter 117 Xuanxuan Saves the Fox

After receiving Yan Mo's instructions, Cao Gen quickly came to the river beside Huichun Hall and indeed saw Tu Shanjing still there, holding a flower tightly in his hand.

Cao Gen is also amazing. If someone is dizzy, shouldn't they let go of their hands? Cao Gen didn't care about that. He pinched his lips, stuffed the medicine in, and left.

Night time (around 8 or 9 o'clock)

"It's so boring!" Wuyou sat alone on the swing, swinging gently. He couldn't play with his sister, nor could he play with Aunt Mo.

"Miss, the mulberries are washed, please have some!" Haitang came over happily with a bowl of mulberries in her hands.

"Miss, I don't know what His Highness has been busy with all day. He hasn't come to accompany you all day. Really, why don't we go back? It's hard here. You are a precious girl, why bother coming here to suffer with His Highness!" Haitang didn't know the reason. It was obvious that Miss and General Rushu were the best, but she didn't know why they always quarreled. Now she sticks to Prince Xuan all day long and comes here to suffer!

Wuyou was about to reply, "You think I want to?" but suddenly saw a scrap of clothing at the door and immediately changed his words:

"I just like playing with brother Xuan. He will do whatever I want for me immediately. He is also handsome. What's good about the palace? It's full of the same things all day long. It makes people feel moldy. It's more fun here. When I'm bored, I can find that Wen Xiaoliu to quarrel with!" Wuyou mentioned Wen Xiaoliu on purpose, so that she could go to play with her sister openly in the future!

"What are you talking about, Sister Wuyou? Sorry, I just got back and have a lot to do today." Xuan walked out of the door with a gentle smile on his face, his eyes filled with both apology and pampering.

Wuyou, however, sensed a falsehood. She always felt that all of Dixuan's kindness to her was fake. Suddenly, she remembered that when they were little, he wanted to call her Anian. Suddenly, she understood what was wrong. He treated her like a substitute sister. He truly doted on her, giving her whatever she wanted and helping her fix her mistakes. But Wuyou simply couldn't sense his sincerity. This was quite contradictory. Therefore, Wuyou could only describe Dixuan in two words: hypocritical!

"Brother Xuanxuan, you're back. Do you want to eat some mulberries? They're freshly chilled and so delicious!" When Wuyou saw Xuanxuan coming back, he immediately put on an innocent and lovely smile, holding a dark purple mulberry in his hand and handing it towards him, looking at him with curved eyebrows and a face full of anticipation.

Xuanxuan was in a trance, as if time had returned to his childhood on Chaoyun Peak. His sister, Xiaoyao, was just like that, sweetly calling him Brother Xuanxuan. Xiaoyao loved chilled mulberries the most, and every year she would nag him to pick some for her to eat. Back then, he didn't know how to make mulberry wine, but Xiaoyao loved drinking it even more, and she would always secretly take some of the wine her aunt brewed to share with him...

"Brother Xuan?" Wuyou walked closer and waved his hand in front of his eyes.

"Ah, of course I have to eat what my sister Wuyou gives me! If you're bored, you can go out and play with your friends in Qingshui Town. It's good to get to know more people, so you don't have to stay at home all day. It's my fault that I can't always accompany you."

Xuan looked at Wuyou gently and lovingly and said, just as he was about to take the mulberries from Wuyou's hand, Wuyou withdrew his hand, held the whole bowl in his hand, and said excitedly:

"Really? Can I find a friend to hang out with? Can I find that Wen Xiaoliu? I think he's quite interesting! I just love arguing with him!"

"Of course, but you have to remember the limits. You are the princess after all. You can play, but you have to keep your distance!"

"I know!"

Just as he was about to touch Wuyou's head, he felt a sharp blade cut through his outstretched hand, leaving a bloody mark on the back of his hand. He froze for a moment, then immediately pulled Wuyou over and shielded her behind him.

"Enemy attack!" All the secret guards immediately went on alert. Half of them stayed to surround and protect Xuan Wuyou, while the other half rushed out and chased in the direction from which the dart came!

"Your Highness, is there any poison on the dart?" Old Sang rushed to Xuan and asked anxiously.

"There is no poison. It seems that this person does not want to kill me. If he wanted to kill me, if the dart just now had hit my vital parts, I would have been seriously injured if not killed!" Xuanxuan was frightened. Did anyone know that he was here?

"Brother Xuan, there's something tied to the dart!" Wuyou reminded. Is this the start of my sister's plan? I'm a little excited!

Upon hearing this, Lao Sang walked over and pulled out the dart stuck in the ground, and brought it back to Xuanxuan. Xuanxuan took it and carefully opened it to check.

Beggar Tu Shanjing by the Huichuntang River

Just a few words shocked Tu Shanjing's heart. Tu Shanjing had been missing for three years and no one knew where he had gone. Now he had become a beggar?

Just as he was deep in thought, several figures flashed back, knelt on one knee, and bowed their heads to report: "Master, I am incompetent and didn't see anyone. Please punish me!"

"Go down, leave a few people to accompany me to a place!"

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Tu Xuan hurried to the Huichun Hall riverbank with a few secret guards. Wu You also insisted on joining in the fun, but Tu Xuan was worried about leaving her alone. Tu Xuan looked around and saw only a beggar, stinking, covered in wounds, his body bruised and battered. Flies and maggots surrounded him, and the ground was even crawling with ants. Was this Tu Shan Jing? What a miserable sight! What enemy hated him so deeply?

"Doctor Qin, can you check if he's dead?"

Hearing this, an old man with a long beard walked out of the crowd, came to the beggar, grabbed his whip-marked hand, and felt his pulse. Qin frowned, sighed deeply, and returned to Xuan.

"My lord, he's still breathing, but his injuries are indeed serious. However, it seems that some energy is holding him back, so he didn't die. If we take him back, he won't be able to be saved without seven or eight years of rest. But if we don't save him, he won't survive until tomorrow night!"

Xuanxuan's brows furrowed. No one could tell if this man was Tushan Jing now that he looked like this. He didn't understand why the person who warned him didn't save him himself but instead asked him to come and save him? Was he trying to do him a favor? In short, he couldn't be an enemy. Who would be so foolish as to hand over a mountain of money to him? If he really was Tushan Jing, he would surely receive countless benefits for saving his life! Tushan Jing would be a great help in his quest to return to Xiyan!

"Take it back. Be careful. Let a few people lift it up and have someone carry it back!"

"Yes." Although he was reluctant, as a subordinate, he had to obey orders.

Wuyou covered her nose and mouth the entire time, wailing inwardly: What the hell is my sister doing? Is this guy really Tushan Jing? I heard he was so handsome, so elegant, and now he's like this? What kind of hatred and grudge is this! My sister was so kind to Xuanxuan, she even gave him money. But what's the point of being so kind? It's just ungrateful! He even hurt his father, who was so kind to him. What else can he not do?

After returning to her residence, Wuyou went back to rest. She was not interested in being tortured, as it would be bad for her nose and eyes!

Meanwhile, Xiaoyao had intended to return to Huichun Hall that evening, but Baixue dragged her to Baozhu's house next door. Once inside the courtyard, Baixue used magic to close the door and cast a barrier. As Xiaoliu gasped, Baixue picked her up and strode toward the room. Once inside, Baixue had transformed back into Xiangyao's male form, and with a gentle push of her foot, the door closed. Xiangyao put Xiaoliu down, hugged her slender waist tightly, and held her close to him. His magnetic, hoarse voice echoed in Xiaoliu's ears:

"Xiaoyao, change back!" As he said that, he licked Xiaoliu's earlobe lightly.

Xiaoliu shuddered and scolded coquettishly, "Why are you so clingy? You were not like this before!"

Despite saying so, Xiaoliu still obediently turned back into Xiaoyao's daughter.

Xiang Yao sensed her changes, but he didn't stop. He just slowly sniffed her body fragrance, and licked, kissed, or bit her earlobes and neck from time to time.

"But I just want to stick to you. I beg you to let me stick to you. Will you agree?" After saying that, he continued to kiss Xiaoyao. His breathing became heavier. Xiang Yao hugged her tighter, as if he couldn't wait to stick together.

Xiao Yao remembered that he had said similar words outside the death arena, but at that time she did not have the courage to admit that he was Xiangliu. Later, Tu Shanjing destroyed the ambiguous atmosphere that she had finally created. What a disgusting fox!

"Brother Xiangyao, you can stick with me as long as you want!" Xiaoyao said as she hugged Xiangyao back. This was a world that belonged to the two of them, and no one else could interfere, not even if they thought about it!

"Brother Ayao, Xiaoyao wants..."

Xiang Yao kissed Xiao Yao's panting lips and reached under her skirt, kneading her most sensitive spot.

Xiaoyao was trembling all over, unable to stand, and she fell limply on Xiangyao, who carried her directly to the bed.

A charming room with boundless scenery...