Now I really have to marry the princess.

Chapter 108 The corners of her lips still held Ah Zhi's sweet scent

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhengdao's heart skipped a beat.

wrong!

Ah-Zhi is bluffing me!

It really is! It truly is! The daughter raised by Empress Zhangsun.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhengdao reached out and gently stroked Azhi's delicate nose.

"You really want to know? Then I'll measure it when I get back and tell you!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his palm, gesturing as he muttered to himself.

"It should be this big! No, it should be even bigger—"

Ah Zhi's face immediately turned red with embarrassment, and her small pink fists struck his chest.

"You bastard! Who told you to take that measurement?! I don't want to know!"

Yang Zhengdao took the opportunity to grasp the small fist and gently rubbed the pink back of the hand with his thumb.

"Ah-Zhi, I'm not a greedy person. I'm content as long as you're this big!"

"You're talking nonsense! I'm not that small!"

Li Lizhi felt humiliated and blurted out the words, but then realized she had said the wrong thing.

She was both embarrassed and annoyed; her face was burning hot and the tips of her ears were bright red.

"Yes, yes, Ah Zhi isn't little anymore, and she's still growing. She'll definitely turn into a three-headed monster someday!"

The girl's attention was instantly diverted.

Li Lizhi felt that what came out of this bad person's mouth must not be anything good, but she still couldn't suppress her curiosity.

What is a three-headed monster?

"It's like having one head on its shoulder and two more on its chest!"

Li Lizhi was stunned for three seconds, then suddenly realized.

Her face was flushed crimson with embarrassment, almost dripping blood.

How could someone come up with such a bizarre idea!

That's way too big!

If that happens, how will we ever be able to go out again!

She couldn't help but glare at him, her lips moved, but she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "You wish!"

Ah! As soon as the words left her mouth, she knew she had said the wrong thing again.

That bastard is still laughing!

"Don't laugh!" Li Lizhi stomped her foot angrily, then was too embarrassed to lift her head.

"Alright, alright, I won't laugh! Then Ah-Zhi must eat properly from now on!"

"Let your barbarian female guard eat properly! I don't want to!"

Yang Zhengdao held Azhi's small hand again, and squeezed her palm tightly, saying in a serious tone, "A mountain is not famous for its height, but for the immortals who dwell there. Water is not sacred for its depth, but for the dragons that inhabit it."

Li Lizhi was taken aback at first. What an evocative and profound sentence!

Mountain!?

That bastard!

But what does the second sentence mean?!

Yang Zhengdao couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Azhi blush and ponder intently.

"Ah-Zhi, don't overthink it!"

"You! You're the one talking nonsense."

"What nonsense did I spout?"

"You said mountains—" Li Lizhi stomped her foot again, embarrassed and annoyed.

Yang Zhengdao laughed heartily.

Li Lizhi was overwhelmed with shyness and felt utterly ashamed.

She abruptly pulled her hand away and took a few quick steps, afraid that if she continued talking, she would also become a bad person and her skin would become as thick as a bad person's.

Yang Zhengdao followed with a smile.

Excellent! Excellent!

Ah Zhi is exceptionally intelligent and needs his dedicated guidance; there is still a long way to go.

He naturally took Ah Zhi's hand again, and the two of them walked slowly along the corridor.

Outside the corridor, early summer is gradually becoming lush and vibrant.

The wind rustled the leaves, the grass bore seeds, and the two remained silent, creating a beautiful scene.

Before they knew it, they had arrived at the same crabapple grove they had visited before.

The vibrant pink and white blossoms have faded, leaving only a lush green tree, layer upon layer.

Li Lizhi stopped and looked at the green leaves, feeling somewhat lost: "Cousin, the flowering season is over."

When a woman's heart is cold, a good man needs to warm it up.

Yang Zhengdao is certainly a good man.

He embraced Ah Zhi from behind, his hands encircling her slender waist.

Sweet words flowed from her lips: "Peach and plum blossoms in March, crabapple blossoms in April, you and I, year after year."

The person in his arms stiffened at first, then went limp.

Ah Zhi was indeed warmed up, and the tips of her ears had turned blushed again.

Li Lizhi nestled in Yang Zhengdao's arms, turned halfway around, and slowly raised her eyes, her gaze filled with tenderness.

"Cousin, please give Ah Zhi another poem!"

Oh! Okay! Let me look for it.

The masterpieces in the Complete Tang Poems flashed through Yang Zhengdao's mind.

Seeing that Azhi was dressed in pomegranate red amidst the lush greenery of the garden, Yang Zhengdao had already made his decision.

For true flirting, Li Shangyin is the master. A slight alteration of his poem "Pomegranate" would make it perfect.

The pomegranate branches are graceful, the pomegranate flowers are abundant, and the pomegranate skirt is bright and the pomegranate color is fresh.

Three thousand trees stand in the Da'an Palace, their red cheeks gleaming in my eyes for ten thousand years.

Li Lizhi's heart was struck hard, her mind went blank, and only the phrase "red cheeks in her eyes for ten thousand years" remained.

She raised her eyes and saw gentle eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a pair of eyes filled with a warm smile.

She saw herself reflected in those clear pupils.

The lush greenery has faded, and the birdsong has disappeared.

In a daze, her fingers gripped his collar.

Before she knew it, she was standing on her tiptoes.

She just wanted to get closer to that face, to see her reflection clearly in those pupils.

She pouted slightly and gently touched the corner of his lips.

Soft and warm.

For a fleeting moment, her body froze, then she snapped back to reality.

She tried to escape, but it was too late.

She was nestled in his arms, her little mouth pecked at, with nowhere to hide.

She couldn't breathe, and her heart was pounding wildly.

She felt both shy and flustered, yet her heart was filled with joy.

Ah!! What is he going to do?!

"Um--

Her mind went blank again, but a sweet taste rose in her mouth.

She closed her eyes, and the whole world disappeared, leaving only a blank in her mind.

And in that blank space, flowers are blooming one after another.

She was awkward, but couldn't help responding proactively.

Just as she felt herself about to suffocate, a sliver of clarity finally returned to her mind.

She pushed against his chest and separated them.

After taking a deep breath, I realized what had just happened.

She hurriedly lowered her head and buried her burning cheeks in his chest.

Oh no!! I was the one who initiated it, and now I've become the bad guy too.

As the sun began to set, Yang Zhengdao left Da'an Palace.

He feels that his bottom line is getting lower and lower, and he's becoming more and more arrogant.

But it smells so good!

He never expected that Ah Zhi would kiss him on her own initiative.

Was it the Tang poetry that was so captivating, or was he just too handsome?

Historical records state that "Yang Guang was handsome" and "had a beautiful appearance".

The Zizhi Tongjian also records that Yang Guang looked at himself in the mirror and said to Empress Xiao, "What a fine head and neck! Who will cut it off?"

Therefore, when he transmigrated and became the last surviving member of the Sui Dynasty, the only positive asset he inherited was his handsome face.

He subconsciously touched the corner of his lips, as if the sweetness of Ah Zhi's scent still lingered.

"Master, why are you always smiling!"

When Nazha's voice rang out, Yang Zhengdao couldn't help but blush.

He glared at Nazha and said coldly, "Come to my study tonight!"

Naza was taken aback at first, then her face lit up with joy, and then she realized that she was being too shameless!

Her cheeks flushed instantly, and she scolded playfully, "Master, why didn't you tell me secretly?"

Su Hongyi didn't say a word, but lowered her head and spurred her horse, though the embarrassment on her face seemed even more intense than that of Nazha.

Because she thought of the inkstone in the study, the bronze mirror from that night, and of her, him, and her—

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