Chapter 1448 - 784: Absorbing Yang Energy Without Her?!

The carriage left Leshan County, the road gradually narrowed, turning from a flat official road to a dirt and stone path carved alongside the mountain.

The wheels rumbled across the uneven road surface, emitting a dull rumble, and the carriage body gently swayed, making one drowsy.

Donggong Ruoshu's head nodded off, bouncing onto her chest before she rubbed her eyes awake.

The scenery outside the window was much changed; no longer were there fields and houses, replaced instead by increasingly jagged rocks and dense woodlands nearing wilderness.

The chill of early spring was even more biting amidst the mountains, the lingering morning mist draped halfway up the mountainside, tinting the distant layered peaks in varying shades of blue-gray.

The carriage curtain was half rolled up, and occasionally, one could hear the call of birds in the empty valley, accentuating the tranquility of the mountain path.

Yin Weiyin sat cross-legged inside the carriage, her back straight, hands forming seals in front of her abdomen, her eyes slightly closed, her breath calm and long, already in a state of meditation. The Taoist art of silent sitting emphasized "external cessation of all affinities, internal tranquility," being a fundamental skill, even amidst the jostling of the carriage.

A moment later, she slowly opened her eyes a sliver, casting a glance opposite her.

Donggong Ruoshu leaned crookedly against the wall of the carriage, her head nodding bit by bit with the swaying of the carriage, testing the elasticity of her chest with increasing amplitude. Her earlier enthusiasm to lean on the window and view the scenery had long since dissipated.

The pair of eyes, usually appearing somewhat naive, were now half-closed, long lashes covering them, breathing becoming long and even, her lips unconsciously opening slightly, a hint of glimmer... only to be instinctively retracted by her.

The ill-fitting outer garment she wore, due to her twisted posture, had a neckline that was somewhat loose, revealing a small section of fair neck and an indistinct collarbone.

The arms crossed over her chest also relaxed a bit, and as the carriage swayed, her chest subtly undulated, a heavy and supple feeling discernible even through the fabric.

Yin Weiyin withdrew her gaze, waited a moment, and then said, "The dried meat the shopkeeper sent, I shall try it."

She was suddenly curious, wanting to try the taste.

And her obedient Golden Boy quickly took out the dried meat, sliced a piece with a small knife, and handed it to her. Yin Weiyin received both the knife and the slice, cutting away the blackened edges.

A small thin piece the size of a pinky was placed in her mouth, Yin Weiyin uttered a muffled "hm" and struggled to swallow it, saying, "Bring water."

This time, she raised her voice slightly.

Chen Yi handed over the water bottle, she took a gulp and commented, "It's too salty."

Spoiled by wealth and fine foods since childhood, the Prince Mansion's meals were refined, even pickled things paid attention to the right level of saltiness and distinct layering, would never be this overpoweringly salty. The female crown rarely tasted such flavors, not knowing that such farm-dried meat was naturally this salty, as for common folk, buying salt was a significant expense.

Too little salt made the meat prone to spoil, wasting all effort. So rather too much than too little, salting heavily to ensure every fiber was thoroughly pickled; in this way, even hung up for half a year, it would not spoil. When eaten, slice a thin piece to steam or fry, enhancing the flavors of a whole pot of vegetables with the saltiness; a single piece could last a meal, and even if the meat was finer with less salt, buying it at the same price seemed not worthwhile.

More salted dried meat meant the salt was consumable, the meat was consumable.

In the past, Chen Yi would certainly comment on this, but in the current romantic mood, found it inappropriate to speak up, besides, thinking that Great Yin was inherently like this, circumstances shape people, there's no forcing it, finally...

Seeing Donggong Ruoshu's head tilted, hearing her not waking even with talk of food, Chen Yi silently loosened his belt.

It is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but hard to go from extravagant to frugal.

Just after getting in the carriage, Chen Yi realized the journey ahead would likely confine them in the carriage for a long time, feeling uncomfortable about it, recalling the secret signal discussed with Yin Weiyin the night before.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they got in the carriage today, Yin Weiyin also seemed somewhat uncomfortable.

Dropped the curtain, the carriage immediately dimmed, the female crown cautiously moved over without disturbing Donggong Ruoshu.

"Quiet, don't let her find out," the female crown transmitted through divine thought.

"Mm."

"Are you undressed?"

"Mm."

Yin Weiyin gently leaned her face closer.

The carriage jostled a bit.

So her head swayed slightly too.

......

Rustling sounds.

A continuous fine noise echoed in the dim carriage, like ants moving in the carriage floor's crevices.

Initially tolerable, the constant sound became somewhat irritating.

Donggong Ruoshu drowsily blinked, somewhat impatient, slowly slipping into a half-dreamlike state, not aware of her surroundings.

In front, the scene was a bit blurry, seeing a Daoist robe bowing with its back to her, while Chen Yi had his face slightly raised, sighing repeatedly, gently stroking the female crown's head while sighing.

A burst of whispering sounds entered her ears,

Listening to this sound... it seemed like absorbing yang energy.

Donggong Ruoshu's drowsy mind instantly awoke, was it absorbing yang energy or doing something else?

Why such a sound, why so close?

Could it be... a stick of incense grew on Chen Yi?

Miss Donggong didn't immediately open her eyes, at first she thought she was dreaming, it's not impossible to be aware in a dream, who hasn't dreamt within a dream, she wanted to continue sleeping, so she kept her eyes closed.

But the whispering sound remained persistent.

Perhaps inspired, her eyes half-opened, half-closed, peeking for a while, finally seeming to confirm this wasn't just a dream.