Her Majesty’s Modern Harem

Update time: 2013-1-11 21:25:57 Number of words in this chapter: 5348

Yang De has a very unique taste, like a can of wine buried deep in the snow, with a mellow and rich aroma that makes people intoxicated and aftertaste.

"Hey, if you want to show love, you'd better wait until you find someone. I can't take it anymore." Zhou Wenyu looked at the two kissing with a little jealousy, and shouted from the side.

Su Junli reluctantly moved her lips away from Yang De's.

At this time, Yang De's whole body seemed to have a fever, scorching hot, terribly hot, almost hard to rely on himself.

A gust of cool mountain wind blew past, slightly waking up his burning heat, and unconsciously stretched out his hand to touch his thin lips, which still carried her wet fragrance, making his heart sway.

Immediately, thinking of his son's obsession with her, a sense of guilt surged up, and he lowered his head and dared not look Su Junli in the eyes.

"Uncle Yang, let's go!" Su Junli, who was not confused by lust, reached out and pulled Yang Dedao.

This "Uncle Yang" made him feel sinful and exciting, which made him feel more and more complicated.

He didn't resist her hand, nor was he willing to let go of her gentle tenderness.

The mountain wind howled, blowing away her hair, making her more charming.

I really want, I really want to hold her in my arms again, and kiss her lips as delicate as roses.

Yang De felt that his lips were extremely dry at this moment, so he swallowed slightly, lowered his head and continued walking.

Lan Xin and Zhou Yi walked behind them.

Zhou Yi didn't know the relationship between Yang Yuqing, Yang De and Su Junli, so he didn't have much feeling when he saw the scene in front of him, and, for some reason, he always felt that no matter what Su Junli did, it seemed It is a matter of course.

Lan Xin knew that Yang Yuqing had always liked Su Junli, but she didn't see any relationship between them when she went out that day. As for Yang Yuqing, she always felt that he was too young and too upright, and she still felt that Yang De was better.

Zhou Wenyu led the way depressed, and finally came to the edge of the cliff.

"It's here. I saw Ziyu climb down from here that time." Zhou Wenyu pointed to a winding path that looked dangerous but was walked by people.

Su Junli hooked his head and looked down.

There are overgrown vegetation under the cliff, and there is the sound of birds and animals. Among them, there is a big banyan tree growing obliquely along the cliff, with luxuriant branches and leaves, spreading over a very wide area. It can be seen that there are many bird's nests among the trees.

"I saw Ziyu disappear from under the big banyan tree, and waited for three hours before I saw her come out," Zhou Wenyu said.

"Isn't it? Is there really someone living here? Why? Primitive people?" Lan Xin looked at her and clicked her tongue.

"I don't know about that. I really didn't lie." Zhou Wenyu hurriedly explained.

"Zhou Wenyu!"

Zhou Ziyu's extremely angry and desperate voice suddenly came from behind, "What the **** do you think you did?"

Zhou Wenyu shuddered, and hurriedly dodged behind Su Junli to seek protection.

Su Junli turned her head and saw that Zhou Ziyu was wearing a beige sportswear, but her hair and makeup had been carefully taken care of. She looked very neat and beautiful, especially her green pupils, Give people a kind of seductiveness that confuses all living beings.

"Miss Su, you have to save me." Zhou Wenyu said nervously behind Su Junli, "You are so powerful, you'd better help me kill her here, anyway, I don't know about it."

Zhou Ziyu turned pale with anger when he heard the words of his biological elder brother who wanted to put her to death.

Before, when she was listening to the recording on the phone, she still suspected that Su Junli deliberately asked someone to pretend to be Zhou Wenyu's voice to stimulate her.

Now, seeing with her own eyes and hearing with her own eyes that he seemed to want to kill herself, she felt as if a blunt knife had stabbed her heart hard.

Looking at Zhou Ziyu's desperate and injured face, and thinking of the years when he was a fratricide, Su Junli couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic towards her.

Zhou Ziyu was already holding a sword in his hand.

This sword was custom-made by her in Switzerland, and its sharpness can be said to break instantly.

She danced her long sword and stabbed at Su Junli—

This move is the most lethal move in Wanmei Piaoxue - Meixue Qianren.

There are ninety-nine and eighty-one changes in this move, and each change has a strong killing intent.

Su Junli's pupils narrowed slightly, and he quickly picked up a wooden branch from the side, using the "Po Yue Chao Zong" in the Po Moon Sword Art to meet him.

This Chao Po Yue Chao Zong, but after two full years of hard thinking at night, he came up with the solution to Mei Xue Qian Ren.

If Su Junli was holding the Pouring Moon Sword at this time, it would be easy to break Zhou Ziyu's menacing move. However, the weapon in her hand is just a broken branch, and her current skills are really insufficient, so she cannot turn a wooden branch into a sharp sword.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, the branch broke on the ground—

Like a swallow sucking milk, Zhou Ziyu jumped into the air, and his sword energy was like a rainbow, pointing directly at Su Junli's chest.

Her speed at this time was extremely fast, and with the cliff behind her, Su Junli was too late, and when her chest was about to hit the tip of the sword, a figure quickly blocked her in front of her like lightning—

Crack!

The sound of the sword tip piercing into the flesh resounded—

Su Junli took a closer look, and her heart was about to break!

It was Yang De who stood in front of her sword point.

Zhou Ziyu's sword went straight from his chest to his back—

"Uncle Yang—"

Su Junli screamed terribly, her whole body tensed up, and she burst out with extreme strength, like a fierce lion, with its claws like an eagle, it rushed towards Zhou Ziyu.

At this moment, a black figure suddenly appeared in the sky, holding Zhou Ziyu in his arms, and stepped back a few steps.

"Master—"

Zhou Ziyu's voice filled with joy and surprise resounded, and she was softly in the arms of the master. The little **** her face was full of delicacy, clinging to him like a dodder flower.

Seeing Zhou Ziyu's master, Su Junli's blood froze all over his body.

Although he covered his face, his figure was completely Ye's figure, as well as his temperament and eyes, if he wasn't Ye, who would he be?

"night-"

She cried out excitedly.

"night?"

Zhou Ziyu's master Qi Sheng, with a slight low surprise.

It doesn't sound like it!

Su Junli's heart thumped and sank.

She really didn't want to find that after searching for so long, she found out that all of this was just wishful thinking.

"Aren't you Ye?" Su Junli's voice trembled slightly.

"Who is Ye?"

the man asked dumbly.

Su Junli's heart thumped again and continued to sink into the darkness. She leaped forward, trying to reach out and tear his mask off.

Who knows that Ye quickly dodges while holding Zhou Ziyu in his arms, dodging her grasp very neatly.

His dodging movements are still the same as Ye's, so familiar, even the dodging position and distance are exactly the same.

How could he not be Ye?

Could it be amnesia?

or what?

Looking at Zhou Ziyu who was held in his arms like a little white rabbit, Su Junli felt jealous, and said coldly: "You put her down first, I don't like it."

"Why?" he asked, "What right do you have to control me?"

"I'm Su Junli!"

Su Junli thought that although her soul remained the same, her appearance had changed, and she looked no longer the same person she used to be, so she reported her name.

"Su...Jun...Li?"

He said the name in a strange tone, as if it was familiar and strange.

"Master, she said she knew you, and that you were her man, how is that possible?" Zhou Ziyu was very happy to see him so dazed, and deliberately said aside.

"Are you really not Ye? You don't know Su Junli? You don't know Dayong?" Su Junli asked with a bit of sadness.

"Ye? Su Junli? Dayong?"

His voice was ethereal and dazed.

"You don't remember the Broken Moon Sword?" Su Junli regretted leaving the Broken Moon Sword in the Yang family.

"Damn woman, don't care who he is, Uncle Yang is dying soon." Lan Xin, who was taking care of the injured Yang De, shouted anxiously.

Su Junli's heart was startled, and she wanted to shoot herself flying, but she suddenly saw Ye's appearance just now, and she actually forgot Yang De, who was in the midst of life and death for her, blocking the sword.

She hurriedly squatted beside Yang De.

The sword still pierced Yang De's chest, and blood flowed out, his handsome face turned pale and distorted due to the pain.

Su Junli tapped several important acupuncture points on him to temporarily protect the heart and stop the bleeding.

It's just that the position of the sword is too poisonous, she doesn't know what to do.

Had the sword been drawn, he would have died instantly.

If you don't pull it out, it's not a solution to stalk it like this. Fortunately, what the sword pierced was not the heart.

"Uncle Yang—"

Su Junli cried out heartbroken.

Although the pain was terribly painful, Yang De still forced out a pale and broken smile, "It's okay, I can't die yet. I still have a Nine Returning Pill on me, take it out for me and take it for me, see Let's see if we can survive."

According to his instructions, Su Junli took out a large black pill from his pocket.

The pill has a strong fragrance and is mixed with dozens of precious Chinese medicines. It should be the life-saving medicine that Yang De carries with him.

She put the pill in his mouth and made him swallow it.

After swallowing the pill, Yang De's expression eased slightly, but his breathing was still getting weaker and weaker.

"Uncle Yang—" Su Junli held his hand firmly, never before was she so afraid of leaving alone, except grandma.

"Jun Li—"

Yang De stretched out his trembling hand and touched her face overflowing with tears, his eyes were gentle and affectionate, as if he wanted to sink her whole body into it.

"Uncle Yang, you can't go, I said, I want you to be my man, without my approval, you are not allowed to die!" Su Junli shouted arrogantly and domineeringly.

Yang Dezhan smiled, dropped his hands from her cheeks, and closed his eyes.

Su Junli was extremely frightened, and hurriedly tested his breathing and pulse.

Fortunately, although weak, it is not a sign of dying.

She had to get him to the hospital in time to save him!

However, it is far away from the hospital now, if he is moved, the sword will directly cut to the heart.

What can I do?

"Junli, call Yuqing and ask him to call the medical team up." Yang De still kept his mind clear, "Use a helicopter!"

When Lan Xin heard this, she didn't need Su Junli to call, she directly called Yang Yuqing's cell phone and told him the matter.

When Yang Yuqing heard this, he hurriedly loaded all the best emergency doctors and medical equipment in Yang's Hospital onto the helicopter, and then rushed to Mount Zhumeng.

When the medical team arrived and started emergency rescue, Su Junli turned back to look for Ye.

But found that he and Zhou Ziyu had disappeared, as well as Zhou Wenyu.

Where the **** did you go?

Although he was in a daze and didn't remember himself, she was sure that he must be the night, even his face changed just like her.

Because Yang De was still in the rescue and did not escape, Su Junli did not have the mood to be ordinary for the time being, but waited by the side.

"Sister, what's going on? Why did Dad get hurt here? Didn't you go to Third Street to catch Zhou Wenyu?"

Yang Yuqing, who was also guarding outside the operating tent, asked Su Junli anxiously.

"Because I want to find someone. Zhou Ziyu wanted to kill me, but Uncle Yang blocked my sword for me." Su Junli said with a little shame.

Yang Yuqing gritted his teeth, then nodded and said, "If I was by my side, I would also help my sister block the sword."

Listening to what he said, Su Junli looked up at his Zhengtai face, which was somewhat similar to Yang De, feeling a little complicated.

Both father and son like him, but he doesn't know if he should like them both at the same time.

Although she is still not very clear about the world's views on marriage and love, she also generally knows that she may be rejected by this world if she follows Dayong's view on love, marriage and love.

"elder sister-"

Seeing her thoughtful face, Yang Yuqing didn't know why, his heart was flustered, and he felt a little inappropriate, thinking that she was worried about his father's injury, so he screamed and hugged her shoulders, "Whoever I won't blame you for what happened to Dad!"

"Xiao Qingqing—"

Su Junli looked at Yang Yuqing solemnly and asked, "If I like Uncle Yang, what would you think?"

"Very good. You are the one I love, so I naturally hope that you can like my dad, so that everyone will be in harmony." Yang Yuqing didn't expect that the liking she said would be another level of liking. He replied briskly.

Su Junli, on the other hand, had another way of thinking, thinking that he agreed that she liked both him and his father.

So, she nodded and said, "That's good, Xiao Qingqing, after Uncle Yang gets well, we will all live together."

"Really? Sister, what do you mean, you want to marry me." Yang Yuqing's eyes lit up, "I'm so happy all of a sudden, it's like I'm dreaming."

"It's you who will marry me, and your father, you can marry me together." Su Junli said.

"..."

Yang Yuqing stared at her with wide eyes in surprise.