Chapter Fifty-Nine: Swords and Knives Like Dreams

  Swallow Rain Butterfly resentfully looked at him: "But you can't hit me either..." The little girl was so ashamed and angry that she couldn't speak.

  Recalling the taste of that little butt, Zhu Ziming's heart was itchy and he had a sly smile on his face: "Or I'll let you hit me back."

  The swallow-like rain butterfly was stunned, both angry and amused: "How can you be so shameless, hitting someone's butt and still daring to speak sarcastically? I'm going to tell my brother about this."

  The young lady already knew he was a wicked man, how dare he still be so arrogant, she said in a low voice: "Let King brother preside over justice for me."

  Zhūzi was stunned, thinking that if Yan brothers knew he had spanked his sister's butt, what kind of expression would they have, probably laughing more miserably than crying.

  She's the sister of a sworn brother, which makes her my half-sister too. Zhu Ziming shook his head and said quietly, "Princess, let's just call it even, shall we?"

  "Can it be evened out?" Yan Yu Die hummed: "A woman's chastity is more important than her life, do you think it can be evened out?"

  "What do you want then?" Zhu Ziming sighed, unexpectedly caught off guard by her and didn't know how to deal with it.

  Yan Yu Die showed a sweet smile, finally knowing that this evil person also had weaknesses. If she came on strong with him, it would be like trying to steal a chicken without losing the rice, but if she changed her method of dealing with him, it would be very effective.

  The young master was secretly pleased, originally he wasn't someone who feared nothing in heaven or earth, but rather he was afraid of his older brother finding out. He scolded: "If you don't want me to say anything, then you have to promise me that from now on, you'll listen to everything I say."

  Are you going to listen to me in everything? Wouldn't I become a slave then? Zhu Ziming furrowed his brow: "I won't agree to this, let's change it."

  "No way," Yanyu Die stood in front of him, unintentionally reverting to her spoiled and willful little princess persona, stubbornly insisting.

  Little girl, you're still so defiant. Zhu Ziming was displeased in his heart, and his eyes were wide with anger. Yan Yuhua looked at him with a fierce expression, the pain in her buttocks still throbbing slightly, fearing he would do something bad again. Scared, she curled up in a ball in the corner of the woodshed, squatting down, wrapping her arms around her knees, and began to sob quietly once more.

  "You're bullying me again," the poor little girl choked out once more.

  "How did the county lord become so fond of crying, Zhu Ziming's forehead revealed a few black lines, and he said helplessly: 'Your request is too rude, can't I still be your royal family's servant, letting you order me around at will?'"

  Swallow Rain Butterfly said with a wronged tone: "I'm just afraid you'll hit me again..." She paused for a moment, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum: "...on the butt, that's why I let you listen to my words."

  Zhu Ziming couldn't help but laugh bitterly, how did this little girl manage to make herself sound like a pervert? The feeling was indeed not bad, but unless absolutely necessary, would Zhu Ziming be the kind of person who wouldn't hesitate to spank someone's butt without reason?

  "If you weren't so stubborn, I wouldn't have treated you like this," Zhu Ziming said with a smile. As the noble and lofty county princess, how could he, a fake son-in-law, dare to spank her? Did he have several heads to spare for chopping?

  It seems that when talking to him, she can't help but think of her own... Thinking of this, Yan Yudie's pretty face turned pink like blood, and she blushed, whispering: "I like listening to you sing lyrics, will you often sing lyrics for me to listen in the future?"

  "Are you talking about the Mortal's Song?" Zhu Ziming wouldn't know how to sing any tunes, but thinking back to what happened on the Immortal Clouds, at that time this young lady dressed as a man was also present, he thought for a moment before asking.

  Yan Yu Die nodded her small head like a chick pecking at rice, and with a turn of her beautiful eyes, she revealed an expression of longing. At first, when she heard this mortal's song, she was shocked to find it was heavenly, but only because she couldn't get along with Zhu Zi Ming, did she suppress the liking in her heart.

  "Zhu Gege, you should know other lyrics too," said Yan Yudie with her beautiful eyes shining like autumn water.

  Pig brother? Zhu Dachang was stunned for a moment, as if he felt that his face had grown a pig nose and pig ears. His mouth twitched a few times: "You'd better still call me Brother Zhu, I can't take this 'Pig Brother'."

  "Hmmph..." Yan Yudie chuckled softly; "Zhu Dage, can you sing other songs? Can you sing one for me to hear?"

  "Of course, I will."

  Ordinary songs are just that, but Zhu Ziming has hundreds of them, although most are about love and emotions, there are still a few that can be brought out to impress, it's just that the time hasn't come yet.

  Swallow Rain Butterfly blinked her long eyelashes and said with a flicker: "Then you sing, I'll listen. I won't tell Brother Wang."

  The young lady's lovely appearance made this unconventional "threat" seem rather endearing, and Zhu Ziming chuckled: "Good..."

  However, Zhu Ziming stopped suddenly and began to sing. He thought of the child in his arms, Tongzi, and the thorny path of practicing martial arts in the future. As his emotions surged, he muttered to himself: "Then I'll sing a song about swords and dreams."

  Swords like dreams, Zhusiming used to be just a small office worker, working hard every day for his career, but an inexplicable time-travel changed his worldview and made him the fake son-in-law of the Shen family. To protect himself and those around him, he stepped into the Jianghu dream, where swords have no eyes, and this road ahead is unknown... Swords like dreams, fantasy and reality are intertwined...

  It was as if he had a dream, Zhu Ziming's heart was filled with emotions, and he sang softly...

  My sword, where does it go and where does it come from?

  Love and hate are hard to separate

  My sword, tearing through the vast sky

  Whether you understand or not, I don't know

  I'm drunk, in a daze

  Grudges and favors are illusions, empty.

  I woke up from a spring dream

  Life and death all become empty

  Swiftly come and swiftly go

  Longing to meet each other

  Love is fleeting, hatred is fleeting

  Everything is going smoothly

  A loud laugh and a long sigh

  A lifetime of happiness, a lifetime of sorrow

  Who shares life and death with me

  I cry, tears fall in my heart

  Sorrow and joy are manipulated by heaven.

  I laugh, I go mad, I am crazy

  Heaven and earth bring forth wind and clouds surge

  In the woodshed of the prince's mansion, a man's low and resonant singing voice was gently swaying, the lyrics sang about the rights and wrongs of the Jianghu, the sadness and sorrow of love in the world, even with unparalleled martial arts skills, he couldn't stay with his loved one, swords and sabers were like dreams...... It was indeed a dream, an empty dream......

  Zhu Ziming sang and sang, unknowingly having tears in his eyes. What jianghu, what unparalleled martial arts, to him, he just hoped it was all a dream.

  Swallow Rain Butterfly looked into his eyes and saw the crystal clearness, then heard that helpless sword like a dream, her mind trembled, and she was stunned there, not moving at all...

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  PS: The old blood is still working hard to update, and will accompany family members to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival tonight. The update may be a bit late, if I couldn't write out the third chapter, please forgive me, brothers. By the way, I'd like to ask for a recommendation vote.

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