Chapter 272 Something More Precious

The sound of spring echoed in the carriage...

After a long time, amid the restless snorting of horses, everything fell silent.

If these horses were not trained by professional horse breeders and were not extremely obedient, they would probably become irritable and go on a spontaneous trip.

After Zhuan Po Mie Hun came out from Cheng Jiao, a feeling of emptiness arose spontaneously.

Cheng Jiao closed his eyes slightly and rested his head.

A rustling sound came.

Zhuanpo Miehun put on his tights carefully, not daring to disturb Cheng Jiao's nap.

Cheng Jiao glanced through the slits of his eyes at the two young and sexy girls in front of him.

I have to say that the killer's physical fitness is indeed very good.

After half an hour, he was still able to walk freely. If it were Mrs. Hu or Yan Lingji, they would have started crying and screaming, unable to muster the strength.

It was also because there were two women together. If there was only one woman, it would be difficult for her to withstand the high intensity and continuity.

Zhuanpo gave Mihun a look.

Miehun nodded slightly and quietly left the car.

The whip in his hand was gently waved, and the sound of the carriage rolling on the ground echoed in the empty streets.

Zhuan Po's pretty face was rosy, and she sat next to Cheng Jiao politely.

Cheng Jiao closed his eyes.

"You have exhausted your potential. Unless something unexpected happens, you will not be able to move forward in this life."

Zhuan Po clasped his arms and begged in a low voice, "Please help me and my sister, sir."

Cheng Jiao crossed his legs and said leisurely, "You are very well behaved. I am very satisfied. Please refine the spiritual power I gave you just now. As long as you serve me well, I will need you in the future."

Her cold and indifferent face was as calm as still water. If it weren't for the blush on her face, it would be hard to tell that she was hiding deep desires.

"Thank you, sir."

Zhuan Po knelt beside Cheng Jiao to show his loyalty.

Cheng Jiao said "hmm" lightly.

The bond value of Zhuan Po has reached seventy-seven points, and the bond value of her sister Mie Hun has reached eighty-two points, which is already worth his investment.

If there weren't still a few elixirs left, the attribute points would have to be saved for the lottery.

He wanted to distribute some to the girls.

Starting to practice with spiritual power will improve your strength much faster than practicing with internal force.

The carriage was not moving fast.

Because Miehun heard the chanting voice again, it was her sister's.

Compared with the previous minor fights, the carriage shook more violently this time.

It makes Miehun feel itchy.

She knew that her sister couldn't hold on, and Cheng Jiao would use his spiritual power to help her soul last a little longer.

In this way, her sister can practice more spiritual power, which makes her a little envious.

Soon, Zhuan Po walked out of the car.

The tights on his body were already soaked.

The cold face now looks charming and beautiful.

The two girls didn't say a word, but exchanged affectionate glances.

Miehun's pretty face was fair and her cold expression contained a hint of joy, and she was even a little excited in her heart.

It’s great tonight, I can be output by Chengjiao continuously.

Cheng Jiao originally had no intention of continuing to attack Zhuanhunmiepo.

However, as soon as the carriage started, he was reminded of the shaking scene with Mrs. Hu in the carriage.

Plus, there was a beautiful woman in front of him who had a cold expression, yet charming and sexy.

So they indulged their desires.

It makes Zhuanhunmiepo particularly excited.

Zhuanpo was driving the carriage, listening to his sister's soft singing coming from inside the carriage.

When it was about to reach the mansion, it turned a corner and went to another street.

Just now, when Cheng Jiao was holding her waist and was struggling to finish, she heard Cheng Jiao say something.

Or I feel it in the moving carriage...

and so……

Zhuan Po stopped in front of the side door of Cheng Jiao's mansion.

The sweat on my body had long been dried by the cool night breeze.

When I noticed that the shaking and shouting sounds in the car were gradually calming down.

She drove the carriage back to the mansion.

Just after midnight, Ali, who was wearing a waist skirt, saw the carriage arrive and came out.

The young master didn't say he would not come back that night, so she didn't dare to rest early and waited at the gate of the courtyard where the carriage was parked.

See Zhuanpo helping Miehun come down.

The clever Ali watched with a smile, she knew that Cheng Jiao must have been violent towards the twin sisters.

Cheng Jiao got off the car leisurely.

"Ahri, you haven't rested yet."

Ahri winked and smiled, "Young Master hasn't come back yet, I can only practice swordplay while waiting."

Cheng Jiao smiled helplessly, put his arms around Ali's waist and kissed Ali.

"Are you satisfied?"

Ali's face flushed.

She didn't expect Cheng Jiao to kiss her on his own initiative. She didn't know what to say for a moment, and lowered her head with a wandering look.

Cheng Jiao was greatly confused when he saw that Ahri was so frightened by just this.

He smiled, shook his head and walked into the mansion.

This made Ahri, who had managed to keep calm, feel a little depressed.

I clearly have no idea how many times I have thought about the young master's affection.

How come I'm so scared just at the beginning...

Both soul-transfer and soul-destruction are enviable.

Don't think that they have had sex with Cheng Jiao many times.

But they knew very well in their hearts that Cheng Jiao was a desire for them, and he doted on Ali.

Things like spiritual power, as long as Ahri wants it, Cheng Jiao will give it to her.

Instead of being like them, having to work hard and squeeze themselves to the extreme to get a little from Cheng Jiao.

That's it, it depends on the opportunity.

Only when Cheng Jiao became interested in them did they have the opportunity to perform various crafts and gain Cheng Jiao's appreciation.

So they have now started to study how to make Cheng Jiao more interested in their topics.

Ahri was a little depressed, seeing that Soul-Mie still had difficulty walking.

She didn't say anything, but instead wished that Cheng Jiao would treat her like the twin sisters.

Unfortunately, the young master seemed to have no interest in her.

Sister Jingwei said that she still needed to develop, and after her eight extraordinary meridians were opened, she would be able to have sex with Chengjiao.

But sister Li Wu said that it was enough, and she needed to take the initiative, take off all her clothes, get into Cheng Jiao's bed, and then do whatever she wanted.

Adding the suggestions of Yan Lingji, Caidie, Hongyu and others, Ahri now feels that...

Dizzy!

Who should she listen to?
Ali skillfully controlled the carriage back to the yard.

It's good to have kung fu. Even though she is young, she has strength that is no less than that of an adult man.

Zhuan Po Mie Hun did not return to the house on his own.

In name, the two of them were assigned to Ali by Cheng Jiao.

To put it bluntly, he is just a servant.

Even if she had sexual relations with Cheng Jiao.

His status was also very low, only slightly higher than Tianze who chopped wood and Mo Ya Bai Feng who guarded the house.

Ahri waved her hand: "You have worked hard, go and rest first."

She is not a jealous person and has no aversion to the idea of ​​soul transfer and spirit destruction.

Except that he is not good at his job and needs to learn more, he is pretty good in other aspects and is very obedient.

Zhuanpo Miehun breathed a sigh of relief, as the whole mansion knew that Ali liked Cheng Jiao.

They were caught by Ali again tonight. If Ali had any dislike for them, their future life would be difficult.

After Zhuanpo helped Miehun, whose legs were trembling and weak, to leave, Ahri sat in the carriage holding the sword.

Looking at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, the young man sighed.

So annoying~
Cheng Jiao yawned as he walked through the mansion.

After consecutive battles with the Moon Goddess and Zhuanpo Miehun, he now just wants to find a quiet place to sleep.

Thinking of the wonderful time she had with Jingwei in the house in the afternoon, she turned around and prepared to sneak into Jingwei's house and take a nap with the delicious giant salamander in her arms.

When I arrived at Jingwei's courtyard, I saw a yellow light in the house. I was a little surprised why Jingwei hadn't slept yet.

When he was not staying overnight, Jingwei had a very regular schedule. Even when feeding Xiaoyan in the middle of the night, he would not turn on the light.

Having good eyesight means being willful.

Jingwei is writing under the dim light.

After a slight pause, when she sensed the familiar footsteps, her pretty face showed a look of helplessness and happiness at the same time.

She stretched out her white jade hand, exerted a strong force, and unlocked the door.

The force was just right, and only a slight "click" sound was heard.

Basically, Cheng Jiao had installed these useful mechanical devices in every room of the mansion. Apart from the cost, they were very useful and convenient.

After a few breaths, a faint "squeak" sound was heard, and Jingwei slightly curled up its mouth, pretending not to notice Cheng Jiao sneaking in.

I am just waiting and writing.

Cheng Jiao tiptoed towards Jingwei who was writing seriously.

He knew everything clearly. Considering how familiar Jingwei was with him, he probably knew about it when he entered the courtyard.

But it doesn’t matter. The romantic giant salamander is the one he likes.

At the same time, I was also curious about what Jingwei was writing.

Although Jingwei occasionally read letters, he rarely wrote.

Cheng Jiao's eyes were on the wooden shelf, which was filled with a pile of blank scrolls.

They are not small ones, but large ones. Judging from the appearance, there are at least hundreds of them.

But with so many letters, at most there are only a few tens of thousands of words written.

Cheng Jiao casually took out a scroll that should have been written on it.

The four words "Essence of Sword Techniques" were written on the seal.

After thinking about it, Cheng Jiao put it down again. What is the point of studying in the middle of the night?

Immediately he moved behind Jingwei.

Smelling the faint fragrance on Jingwei's hair.

Under the dim yellow light, Jingwei's profile looks very beautiful.

Cheng Jiao couldn't help but play with Jingwei's beautiful hair.

Jingwei subconsciously tightened his grip on the writing pen.

The two of them were in perfect harmony and didn't make any noise.

Jingwei was writing, and Chengjiao was combing Jingwei's soft black hair.

When Jingwei finished writing another piece of paper and wrote "seven" on the seal and was about to roll it up, Cheng Jiao glanced at it unintentionally and was stunned.

He originally thought that it was the same as the one on the wooden frame, which was the essence of swordsmanship recorded by Jingwei.

But I never expected to see the three words "Lu Xueqi" on the bamboo slips.

He couldn't help but whispered, "Are you writing Zhu Xian?"

Jingwei solemnly placed the seven scrolls on the wooden shelf in order.

He lowered his voice and said, “Yeah.”

Then he took a look at Xiaoyan who was sleeping soundly and blew out the light.

The moonlight poured into the room, shining on the two of them.

Cheng Jiao sat on the couch holding Jingwei, enjoying the rare tranquility.

"Why did you think of writing this?"

Jingwei snuggled in Chengjiao's arms with a calm expression.

"You haven't finished yet. I'm afraid I'll forget what you said, so I plan to write it down first. This story is very sad, but I like it very much."

Cheng Jiao scratched his head. If this were written down, it would amount to a million words. How many scrolls would that require?

In ancient times, especially before the Han Dynasty, when cheap paper did not appear, the saying that writing books would make people poor was not a lie.

Even after the Han Dynasty, it was common for people to become poor again after writing books.

Although the price of letters in the Qin Dynasty is not as exaggerated as in history, it is still valuable.

In other words, one gold coin can be exchanged for about twenty blank scrolls.

If there were some words recorded on the letter, it would be enough for some common people to keep it as a family heirloom.

Only top aristocrats like Lu Niangrong and Zhao Ji have the leisure and money to read books published by novelists.

A study room in this era is not only a place to show off one's knowledge, but also a signal that the family is wealthy.

That is what is called a man of great learning.

If you want to learn five carts of things, you must be able to come up with five carts of wealth.

"Only you?"

Although Cheng Jiao had never written much, the thought of writing millions of words on a letter with a brush made his scalp tingle.

"And Yan Fei, she went back to Yin Yang Family for something, so I wrote it first."

Cheng Jiao ruffled Jingwei's hair.

It seems that the papermaking technique needs to be pointed out.

It's no good to keep dragging it out.

Not only for the purpose of popularizing literacy among the people, but also for the purpose of making it easier for Jingwei Yanfei to write books, it has to be pointed out.

Cheng Jiao holds the delicate and soft giant salamander in his arms.

"How about I continue to tell you about Zhu Xian?"

He had only told more than half of it on the way back to Xianyang.

Jingwei shook his head slightly and looked into Chengjiao's eyes.

"Don't do it yet. Let's wait for Yan Fei to come together. I will write down what happened before and let the sisters in the mansion take a look."

Cheng Jiao couldn't help laughing when he thought of the women in the mansion chasing novels.

Although Zhu Xian is nothing special among the classics of the next two thousand years.

But the story is good enough to make people obsessed at this time.

It suddenly occurred to me that some missionaries in later generations used the idea that Buddhism was originally Taoism as a mythological historical view within their religion.

If this Zhu Xian had been passed down for two thousand years, I dare not even think about it.

"Okay, I'll try to improve the paper these few days. I'm afraid there won't be enough space in the house to write so many words."

Jingwei asked curiously, "How can we improve it? Actually, we can also change to silk cloth or snow gauze paper, but it's a bit expensive."

Cheng Jiao knew that there was paper in this world, and that it was better than most of the paper used for books in later generations.

Just the price of the materials was enough to make even him shake his head.

One gold coin can only buy two pieces of snow gauze paper.

This is still a very fair price.

After all, the cost is almost half a gold coin, and it requires some skilled craftsmen, and the process is complicated.

The reason for this is that the raw materials used are too precious. It would be strange if silk, which is used to make clothes, and gauze clothes, is the main raw material and is not expensive.

"Well, I have some ideas. Let's try them."

He didn't know much about papermaking either.

Just know some of the ingredients and steps used.

For example, using cheap plant fibers such as tree bark and hemp as raw materials.

As for the problems in the process, you can try them slowly.

Anyway, he knows where to go, so there is no need to worry about not being able to do it.

This world is not low in technology...

After hearing this, Jingwei said "hmm" softly.

I feel a little happy.

Cheng Jiao planned to improve the paper simply because she wanted to write a book.

Although she didn't think it was necessary, she was still very touched.

If she were from another royal family, it would be great if she could write without being criticized.

Not to mention who will support it.

Jingwei hugged Chengjiao's chest and back and smelled the scent of other women on Chengjiao's body.

She didn't feel jealous at all. Instead, she was a little worried about Cheng Jiao and hoped that he would take care of his health.

Cheng Jiao felt Jingwei's soft and plump red lips.

These days, Jingwei has become more and more proactive towards him.

In the room lit only by moonlight, the two of them lingered for a while.

Deeply in love, Jingwei quietly reached out his hand, wanting to hold Chengjiao's hand, ready to serve him.

But he was gently pulled back by Cheng Jiao.

"Haha, have a good sleep."

Jingwei was kissed on the smooth cheek by Chengjiao.

Her pretty face turned red.

There was a hint of loss in his eyes.

But more importantly, she was moved by the fact that Cheng Jiao just wanted to sleep with her.

Emotions that transcend desire and pure love are more likely to touch people's hearts than those mixed with all kinds of calculations.

It is also more precious.

(End of this chapter)