Insufficient balance

  As mentioned in the previous chapter, many people are still thinking about the martial arts conference, not only thinking about winning, but also thinking about taking Zhao Fubo's life.

  In the early morning, in the Zhao family's large mansion with many trees and often nourished by sea breeze, there is always a fresh smell. The many trees make the entire Desert City appear moist and have a mild climate.

  Some swallows chattered loudly, waking up people who had fallen asleep in the revelry of last night's indulgence.

  The master who opened his eyes was dazed for a moment, and then thought of the wild party last night, and couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

  It was just a mere utilization for Zhao Dalang who still held onto his body.

  She extricated herself from Zhao Xu's limbs, which were still entwined around her body, with gentle and cautious movements. She didn't want Zhao Xu to wake up now and continue to entwine himself around her; she still had some things to think about.

  After her body was free, she lazily stretched and arched her back. Her muscles felt a sweet ache, and even her soft waist had more numbness.

  "Yesterday he was cheap all day, his physical strength is still good, although..."

  There is no ambiguity in this idea, nor any romance, just a young woman's yearning for desire.

  As she thought of these things, she lifted her thin quilt and exposed her curvaceous body in the first rays of sunlight on a clear morning.

  Her raven-black long hair fell across her chest, soft and silky locks that covered the best gift heaven had given her.

  Although she is approaching middle age, if she stands up straight with her chest out, her breasts still make other women feel inferior.

  Her feet, as delicate as beautiful jade, stepped softly on the plush carpet in Zhao Xu's house. Her toenails were also painted with bright red henna, as if to emphasize the cuteness of her toes.

  As she swayed her willow waist and walked towards the window, her still tender and firm twin peaks lightly trembled, rippling out a sparkling autumn wave. Truly, in motion, she was like a timid jade rabbit, and at rest, like a lazy white dove.

  With a "whoosh", she pushed open the window and fresh air poured into the room. Outside in the small garden, flowers were blooming brightly, competing with her body for beauty.

  At this time, the morning sun had already risen to half-mast, and the warm sunlight swept away the remaining chill of last night. Moreover, the morning light had boldly crept into the window and shone on her white and delicate body.

  This was a habit she had before marrying Zhao Xu's father, Zhao Wu Xian. She liked to bask in the sunlight at dawn and bathe her body in it.

  This feeling is just like being caressed by the loving gaze of that lucky person in her heart.

  Although it was already a matter of many years ago and she had married Zhao Wuji, even now she still has an affair with Zhao Xu.

  But none of these matter, what matters is that she has taken her first step and started her revenge.

  With her eyes closed, she felt that vague red glow, as if she was being held in the arms of a loved one. At this moment, a name emerged from the bottom of her heart, a name that she would never be able to forget for the rest of her life.

  "Zhao Weinan... Zhao Weinan..."

  Her heart was contradictory, although she wanted that man to hold her moving body in his arms. Together with him, she would definitely taste the flavor of youth, and she would also use her gentle feelings to let him taste her sweetness.

  At the same time, she had a deeper hatred for that man.

  In the past, as the eldest son, Zhao Fubo's father, Zhao Weinan, was the one who excelled in both literature and martial arts among his two brothers, and naturally, he was also the one whom the elder sisters secretly admired.

  Unfortunately, Zhao Weinan finally chose Ning Xiner, a pure-blooded Han girl from the upper house of Zhao Fubo.

  Not only that, but even the poem he wrote with all his heart for her didn't get a place in the side room. In the end, he became the concubine of Zhao Wuji, who had been secretly in love with her beauty.

  But in these ten years, there has never been a moment of peace in her heart.

  This was something that even Zhao Wuji could see, she had never forgotten that unfortunate person. As a result, over the years, not only did she not receive any favor or love, but also had nothing to show for it.

  "Zhaowei Nan, even if I'm not a pure-blooded Han woman, you shouldn't have denied me even the position of a concubine. You'd rather want a Persian woman than me, Zhaowei Nan, I hate you, I'll make you..."

  Even until today, these grievances have been buried in her heart. Although she concealed it poorly, she could never forget.

  Even ten years ago, Zhao Weinan took Zhao Fubo's mother - that literate and martial Persian woman, to open up trade routes in Samarkand, but never returned.

  Even in the series of changes that followed in the Zhao family, Zhao Fubo was relegated to living in a horse stable.

  "But this is not enough...this is not enough...not enough..."

  The flames in her heart were almost completely consuming her, and even the rising sun could not soften the hatred at the bottom of her heart.

  Thinking of this, she suddenly took a big step back onto the bed. Even she herself was once again thrown into Zhao Xu's arms, only at this moment she was no longer being careful.

  Zhao Xu woke up from extreme fatigue after going crazy last night, he forced his eyes open, and what entered his vision was the body that made him a little crazy.

  Compared with this mature woman in his arms, those court ladies or bought women he had been with before suddenly seemed like flowers that had lost their color.

  Especially on the face of the American woman in his arms, that kind of mature feminine charm that young girls can't learn, a mature and elegant demeanor that has been transformed from coquetry, attracted him even more deeply.

  He placed his hands under the thin quilt, feeling the warm and soft jade-like objects that were still firm and elastic. Even in the chilly dawn air, the hardened flower buds seemed to invite him to explore further.

  "Uh, don't... others will hear..."

  It was a murmured voice, seemingly not a refusal, but rather an ardent invitation.

  "Don't worry, I've already instructed them, no one is allowed to come here without my summons!"

  Shi Shi naturally knew Zhao Xu's instructions, and in this quiet environment, the best thing to do besides this kind of ambiguous human relationship was a good opportunity to plan a conspiracy.

  "But... isn't the Yellow Sand City going to hold a martial arts tournament soon? Don't you think about our future at all? Your brother is full of great skills..."

  Zhao Xu stopped his hand that was wandering on her body and furrowed his brow. Following Shi's words, he had already thought of his good friend Wu.

  If he had won in the martial arts competition at Huangsha City...

  This is certainly a problem, if Zhao Fubo really gets the first place, will we still need to compete with each other in martial arts at home in the future?

  But he didn't know that because of this matter, the master poem in his arms was urging him to hurry up. She gently twisted her body, and with this twist, the warm jade-like treasure in Zhao Xu's hand really moved like a rabbit.

  "Darling..."

  The soft voice was like singing, and also like complaining to a lover who wouldn't hurt her. These things made Zhao Xu's body react greatly, he didn't think about it anymore, but instead hastily made a decision.

  "That bastard escaped once on the mountain, this time no matter what I won't let him off!"

  Since he had made up his mind, he thought he shouldn't keep this newlywed wife waiting for too long either.

  "Poet maiden, we still have time, turn back and get some space, I'll send a letter to the Windy Villa for you!"

  Not long after, when the afternoon sun was pouring down from the sky, a pigeon whose owner did not know how to cherish it rushed into the scorching sky.

  Although it yearned for the humid and cool climate of the coastal areas, it had to start its mission.

  The Difei Village is not far from the Huangsha City, just a few dozen miles away. For carrier pigeons that fly at an average speed of over 70 kilometers per hour, it's really not a long and tiring journey.

  The news soon reached Zhao Wuji's hands. Before unfolding the information, he was scolding people who were grazing horses in Difeng Village.

  "What's that? The breed of Ma Wang's horse? You damn..."

  Akhal-Teke horse, in history mostly used as a palace horse. Many emperors such as Alexander the Great, Macedon and Genghis Khan had this breed of horse as their mount.

  In Chinese historical documents, Akhal-Teke horses were referred to as "heavenly horses" and "great Wuhan fine horses". They were crossed with local fine horses (Arabians), but this was just one of the tasks assigned by Zhao Fu Bo's father to Dì Fēng Zhuāng.

  And these two breeds of horses were designated as "Ma Wang" by Zhao Wobo's father, Zhao Weinan.

  "It's... it's the landlord... its teeth are still small, can't..."

  The groom explained in a low voice that the horse king's breed was born to be the leader of the horse group. Its nature is like a raging fire, swift as lightning, and mainly used as a stud horse, they are also raised in the horse group as leaders.

  According to modern scientific research, the fastest horse is a thoroughbred, which can run 1 kilometer in 1 minute. The Akhal-Teke horse runs faster, completing 1 kilometer in just 1 minute and 5 seconds.

  "Get out! Get lost!"

  Zhao Wuji waved his hand impatiently, intuitively feeling that this piece of information might be even more important.

  As for the horse king that Zhao Fubo had already led away with a mixture of truth and falsehood, he planned to deal with it next time when he returned to Huangsha City.

  As he unfolded the small piece of paper brought by the carrier pigeon, his annoyance vanished into thin air. The trouble that had just been bothering him was solved by this very message.

  He tore the small piece of paper in his hand into pieces and then ordered his attendants.

  "Go and fetch me Safwan (an ancient Arabian rock name)!"

  "Yes, master!"

  After his relatives left, he suddenly changed from a serious expression to a somewhat complacent one.

  "Hmph, finally have a chance to get rid of this little bastard, without him around..."

  Just thinking about it, if Zhao Fubo were gone, the other three village heads would probably have no hope either.

  In the future, Qiang will marry Shu Yun as his daughter-in-law. With the support of Shu Zhuangzhu and Ha San, Wei Zhen can't stir up any big waves again.

  At that time, just unite a few troops, no need to force them, I think San Niang is such an intelligent woman, she should know what to do!