After several rescues, Zhou Ziyan knew that Ning Fuchen had some skills, maybe he was an ancient martial arts practitioner, but unexpectedly he could actually grab a rope on the flying plane for maintenance. This courage alone was not something that an ordinary person could do.

Zhou Ziyan felt more and more that Ning Fuchen was a unique person, and even felt that she was a person who could be entrusted to her life. She had a unique sense of tranquility and security with him, and she would not be afraid no matter what danger she encountered.

The plane landed safely at Ningcheng Airport. A large number of people immediately ran over the airport, including airport leaders, airport police, and health teams, all professionals preparing for rescue. Although they knew that the plane was landing normally, everyone had only one purpose, so they must come and see this legendary figure.

When Ning Fuchen saw so many people coming, he immediately became very angry.

After finally getting out of the airport, Zhou Ziyan took Ning Fuchen's hand and followed closely, making Ning Fuchen feel warm in her heart.

The two of them did not go to school directly, and Ning Fuchen took Zhou Ziyan to the old house he rented.

This house is no longer needed, Ning Fuchen is going to tidy up and get him back, but at this moment, he hopes to live here with Zhou Ziyan without anyone disturbing them.

I haven't lived in such a long time, and the house looks a bit embarrassed, especially the one that Ning Fuchen burned, which is even more terrible.

Fortunately, the house was not big, and the two of them worked together, and the room was quickly cleaned up. Zhou Ziyan suddenly found that there was a porcelain board under Ning Fuchen's bed, which was dismantled, and the wooden board, porcelain board and wooden frame were divided into three pieces.

At this time, I found porcelain board paintings from Liu Bin of Ningcheng Antique Market. I saw things and thought of people. I haven’t been to the antique market for a long time. I should go and see these acquaintances when I have time.

Ning Fuchen suddenly remembered that this painting also contained letters from a senior of the Ning family and ten beautiful pictures of Ren Xun, one of the three ranks of the late Qing Dynasty. He became interested.

Take out the old-fashioned big backpack from the ring, and these things are indeed there.

The letter said that to find the large blue and white underglaze red vat of the Yuan Dynasty in his family back then, to solve the secrets, and to find the relics of the Qin Emperor, the Ning family can be revitalized.

Ning Fuchen had no interest in the so-called revitalization of the Ning family, but he was a little curious about the relics of Emperor Qin.

What should descendants of the royal family more than two thousand years ago be able to restore the country?

What kind of place should these things be hidden in so that they can be preserved until now and not discovered?

It should not be difficult to find a senior from the Ning family. Anyway, Ningcheng is so big. If you find some elderly people in the Ning family to inquire, someone will always know. The period is only forty or fifty years away from now.

Seeing Ning Fuchen staring at the letter in a daze, Zhou Ziyan pushed him: "Hey, idler, why are you stupid?"

"I was thinking, not long after I rented this house, I slept all night in this bed with a beautiful woman in my arms."

"Is that true?" Zhou Ziyan felt a little sad. She suddenly remembered that she was kidnapped by a criminal when she first arrived in Ningcheng. Ning Fuchen left her. He carried herself to the seventh floor. Didn't she just hugged her and slept for a night?

Looking at Zhou Ziyan's blushing face, Ning Fuchen knew that she had also remembered it, so he pulled her over and said, "I still want to hug her."

Zhou Ziyan struggled and said, "I think beautifully, what are you doing in broad daylight? Let's go and have dinner first, I'm starving to death." Suddenly, he found something wrong with his words, Zhou Ziyan was both ashamed and anxious, turned her head and left.

Ning Fuchen hurriedly chased after her and grabbed her hand: "Oh, I understand. First, it won't work during the day. It's time tonight. Second, we have to have dinner first."

"Why are you so annoying?" Although Zhou Ziyan was a little angry, she let Ning Fuchen hold her hands. The two of them walked down the stairs slowly while holding hands.

"Strange." Ning Fuchen muttered as he walked.

"What's strange?" Zhou Ziyan finally couldn't help it. Girls were always curious.

"Look, my hands are hard and almost all of them are bones. Why are your hands so soft? Are there no bones here? How can human hands be without bones?" Ning Fuchen said, pretending to be very strange and touched Zhou Ziyan's hand seriously.

Zhou Ziyan broke free from Ning Fuchen's claws with force, and a blush appeared on her face: "Where are we going to have a meal?"

"Ningcheng Hotel, the snails there are pretty good."

Zhou Ziyan was also very pleased when she saw Ning Fuchen still remembering her favorite spicy whisk snails from Ning Cheng.

After dinner, night fell, Ningcheng was still a little chilling in early spring.

"Let's go and have a walk by the river? Let's see how the flower of the iron tree last time had been like a winter."

When Zhou Ziyan heard about the blooming of the iron tree, she felt extremely excited.

Yes, what else is more beautiful than watching a flower bloom slowly?

Especially an iron tree that is legendary and will not bloom.

Ning Fuchen saw that Zhou Ziyan did not make any sound, and knew that he had agreed.

The two of them came to the Ning River. A crescent moon reflected in the river. The lights of thousands of families on both sides were dotted with sparks and the night was gentle.

Ning Fuchen held Zhou Ziyan's hand and walked along the bank of Ning River. The cold air in early spring was so hot that there were few people by the river. Occasionally, one or two lovers leaned against each other, which made Zhou Ziyan's face blush and her heart beat.

"Every time I get here, I think of the song you sing, it's so good."

"That's the lyrics written by Mu Yongting, and the lyrics are well written."

"Sing it again to me."

"The sky is cloudy in the evening, and a glass of turbid wine is Ningshui.

Going far away from the world, I have been lonely and sad,

The wind and moon are in chaos,

Half-curtained long hair and shawl.

The beautiful scenery is beautiful, and the green plum wine is brewed, and I am drunk alone in front of you.

Don’t say that it’s so close to the world, and the world is so close to the world, gathering together is fate.

I still remember that the red sleeves were dependent on each other in my dreams and shared the beauty of the moon.

The night is long and eternal, and the love is lingering and endless”

"Singing so well, what is your ideal?"

“I want to be a singer.”

Ning Fuchen was stunned: "Singer? That's not possible."

"Why?"

"Your songs can only be sung to me. I don't want to share your beauty with others. The entertainment industry is too deep and not suitable for you, and your father will definitely not agree."

"Why are you talking to my dad?" Zhou Ziyan was a little unhappy.

Seeing this, Ning Fuchen did not continue the topic, but pointed to the row of iron trees not far away and said, "Look, there is the place where the iron trees bloomed last time." After that, he pulled Zhou Ziyan and ran over.

The flowers of the iron tree are gone, and I don’t know if they have withered or been picked.

Zhou Ziyan was a little sad.

"Although the flowers are not there, I hope that people will last forever and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away." Ning Fuchen sang softly and held Zhou Ziyan's willow waist with his hand.

Zhou Ziyan snuggled up against Ning Fuchen, and time seemed to have stopped.
Chapter completed!