Looking at Zhou Zhiruo affectionately, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed her small cherry mouth.
Seeing Zhang Wuji's face getting closer and closer to her, Zhou Zhiruo felt the feeling of rapid heartbeat again. At this moment, she knew that she might not be able to forget this unforgettable love for Zhang Wuji in this lifetime.
The moment their lips were about to touch, Zhou Zhiruo turned her head aside, pushed Zhang Wuji's chest away, took the opportunity to step back three feet, her cheeks were stained with a faint blush, and looked at him angrily: "You already have Your princess, I have already married someone else, what do you want to do like this!"
"I don't know," Zhang Wuji shook his head in pain, "I really love you, and I am reluctant to part ways with you and become passers-by."
Hearing Zhang Wuji say he loves her, Zhou Zhiruofang's heart skipped a beat, she bit her lip: "What about Zhao Min?"
"I love you too!" Song Qingshu never expected that Zhang Wuji, who has always been indecisive emotionally, would be so forthright this time, and Zhou Zhiruo also laughed angrily: "Then why did you come to me!"
Zhang Wuji tore off his shirt, revealing the scar on his chest that was left by the Yitian sword: "Zhiruo, your figure, just like the Yitian sword, is forever engraved on my heart, my heart for you, It hasn't changed, when I heard the news that you and Song...Senior Brother Song are married, I wanted to die."
Sliding her finger over the faint scar, Zhou Zhiruo recalled the heartbreak of the girl on the top of the light when she stabbed the sword. She was filled with emotion for a moment, and sighed quietly: "Then why didn't you come to snatch the bride? Do you know that?" , Qing Shu and I used our marriage as a bet on whether you would come to snatch the marriage, but I lost." After speaking, he smiled sadly.
"I was so stupid at the time, thinking that Senior Brother Song loves you so much, you will be very happy after you get married." Zhang Wuji reached out to hug Zhou Zhiruo in his arms, but the other party subconsciously retreated again, and couldn't help but say distressedly, "Until After you got married, my heart was cut like a knife every day, and I realized that I can't give up in front of love."
He had never confided his heart in front of her like today. Zhou Zhiruo had mixed thoughts in his mind for a while. When he was overjoyed, he thought that he was married, so he couldn't help but said bitterly: "What's the use of saying this at this time, I'm already Song Madame."
"Damn, since you know, why don't you drive him away quickly!" Song Qingshu looked at his wife's stern look, and the anger in his heart still didn't ease at all.
"You have no name at all!" Zhang Wuji said angrily, "In my heart, you will always be that pure and kind girl beside the Han River."
"Brother Wuji~" Zhou Zhiruo had tears in her beautiful eyes, she shrugged her shoulders and lowered her head, sobbing.
Zhang Wuji brushed away the tears on her cheek with his thumb, Zhou Zhiruo did not refuse this time.
Looking at all this with tearing eyes, Song Qingshu wished he could become a superman, lasers shot out of his eyes, and blasted Zhang Wuji into scum. Chapter Six Surprisingly Angry
Song Qingshu expected Zhou Zhiruo to push Zhang Wuji away and drive him out. But none of this happened. Zhou Zhiruo had a shy expression on her face, her eyes full of apprehension and inexplicable expectation.
"This bitch!" Song Qingshu was scolding Zhang Wuji just now, but now he started to get angry with Zhou Zhiruo. During the day, she woke up with a slight touch of her hand, and now she has a look of refusal and welcome, and she is going to make trouble.
Her eyes were blurred for a moment, Zhou Zhiruo gritted her teeth lightly, and took a step back resolutely, her mind was messed up, she didn't pay attention to her feet, she tripped over something, she lost her balance, and fell on the bed behind her.
"Be careful!" Zhang Wuji shouted softly, and rushed over to support her, but Zhou Zhiruo subconsciously blocked her, and they both lost their balance and fell on the bed.
Because the table in the room was in the way, Song Qingshu didn't know what happened just now. He only saw Zhou Zhiruo fell on the bed as if recommending a pillow mat. Zhang Wuji immediately pressed on top of it. A mouthful of blood gushed into his throat in fright and anger. fainted.
The two fell on the bed and looked at each other, a wordless ambiguous emotion spread out.
Seeing Zhang Wuji's hand slowly approaching the ribbon around her waist, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly woke up, blocked it with her hand, sat up all of a sudden, and said hesitantly: "No, Qing Shu..." She wanted to see her husband lying opposite her , but being blocked by Zhang Wuji, he couldn't see it at all.
"Don't worry, I've tapped the key points on his body, he won't know." Zhang Wuji was very confident in his skill, and he didn't intend to turn his head back at all, completely unaware that Song Qingshu's actions of the two of them had fallen into Song Qingshu's eyes.
Hearing Zhang Wuji's words, Zhou Zhiruo was at a loss. Seeing this, Zhang Wuji pushed her hand aside, grabbed the bow of her belt, and was about to pull it lightly, when Zhou Zhiruo suddenly came to his senses, jumped out of bed in a flash.
Grabbing the teacup on the table, a glass of water was poured directly on Zhang Wuji's face, and he gritted his silver teeth: "Brother Wuji, I hope you will respect yourself."
Zhang Wuji was startled, the tea slipped from his cheeks, dripping onto the bedding, and looked at Zhou Zhiruo in embarrassment.
"Why don't you hide?" Zhou Zhiruo couldn't bear to turn around to see his embarrassed appearance, and asked softly.
"I'm the one who offended you, so what is this cup of tea?" Zhang Wuji wiped the tea leaves off his face and smiled wryly.
Zhou Zhiruo sighed faintly: "Brother Wuji, I am now Mrs. Song. If you really love me, as long as you promise to marry me, I will leave my current husband even if I bear the ridicule of the world. I will marry you. On the wedding night in the bridal chamber in the future, you...you can treat her according to what you want." After saying these words, Zhou Zhiruo's face seemed to be on fire.
Zhang Wuji's heart was agitated, he stood up and wanted to hold her catkins: "Zhiruo, I am so angry!"
I will definitely marry you! "
Zhou Zhiruo took a step back subconsciously, clutching her collar and said, "I said that after marriage, you can do whatever you want, but not now. I am still Mrs. Song, and I still hope that Master Zhang will respect himself."
Zhou Zhiruo was actually a little moved just now, but a gust of cold wind made her suddenly think that the two of them have not yet decided their names, and if he breaks him as Mrs. Song, he might feel that he is not a woman in the future. It started... Women who are in love always worry about gains and losses like this, for fear of leaving a little bit of trouble in the future.
"Yes, yes, I was the one who was abrupt." Zhang Wuji didn't know what was going on in her heart, if Zhou Zhiruo had given some enlightenment, she might have followed, and she would definitely vomit blood with regret.
"Brother Wuji, are you really willing to marry me?" Zhou Zhiruo asked again shyly with joy in her heart.
"Of course! I am willing to marry you." Zhang Wuji walked up to her and hugged her tenderly on her shoulders. Zhou Zhiruo did not refuse this time, as if all the bones in her body were melted, she leaned softly on Zhang Wuji's body, gently Sighing: "Brother Wuji, what do you want me to do in the future..." At this warm moment, both of them subconsciously avoided mentioning Zhao Min.
The two stayed quietly for a while, when Zhou Zhiruo suddenly saw Song Qingshu lying on the opposite bed, thinking of herself as Mrs. Song, her heart ached, and she sighed softly, "I'm sorry for Qingshu."
Zhang Wuji comforted him, "Zhiruo, we are just a couple, you never loved him, why should you feel sorry for him?"
"But we can't always be sneaky like this." Zhou Zhiruo broke free from his embrace, rolled her eyes, and watched Song Qingshu's face turn cold, "Why don't I kill him, you go back and kill Zhao Min, then no one will be able to kill him in the future." It hinders our daily tryst." Chapter 7 Princess Shaomin
"How can this work?" Zhang Wuji was taken aback. Although he liked Zhou Zhiruo, it was absolutely impossible for him to abandon Zhao Min.
"Brother Wuji, I lied to you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly, "I've already felt sorry for my husband, if he kills him again, it will be no different from those bad women in history. If you really agreed just now, I will I dare not associate with you anymore, you want to be Ximen Qing, but she doesn't want to be Pan Jinlian."
After Zhang Wuji was stunned, he smiled and said, "My little Zhiruo is indeed the kindest..."
The next day when the sun shone into the room, Song Qingshu woke up and found that the room was empty, and the bed opposite was also very clean and tidy, leaving no traces at all, he breathed a long sigh of relief, wondering in his heart: "Could it be that last night was just a dream? "
Suddenly Song Qingshu's expression changed drastically. Although the difference was not big, Song Qingshu clearly remembered that this was no longer the one from yesterday. Why did he change the sheets? Song Qingshu smiled coldly.
How did he know that the bed sheet was actually wet with tea last night, and Zhou Zhiruo just changed it on purpose.
"Qingshu, are you awake?" Zhou Zhiruo walked in with a basin of hot water, saw Song Qingshu woke up, squeezed the towel dry, and handed it over.
Song Qingshu glanced at her with some disgust, thinking that she must have done something sorry for him last night, and now she is in a state of guilt, which is why she showed unprecedented tenderness and consideration.
"Why did you change the sheets?" Song Qingshu calmly took the towel and asked knowingly.
Zhou Zhiruo glanced behind her guiltily, and said in a condescending way, "If it gets dirty by accident, I'll change it."
"Oh~" Song Qingshu didn't ask any more questions, and he didn't dare to press too hard. If he knew that Zhou Zhiruo had murderous intentions towards him last night, he might not even dare to say that sentence just now.
When Zhou Zhiruo went out to pour water, Song Qingshu looked at her with a graceful waist when she was walking, and her face seemed to have lost the youthfulness of a girl, and felt agitated for no reason.
Now that something has happened, it has to be faced. Song Qingshu has never been a person who evades, but considering that he can't even beat a disciple of Zhou Zhiruo's sect, let alone Zhang Wuji, who is world-class in martial arts, and Zhou Zhiruo's gentle appearance conceals a cruel heart, accidentally , Instead of avenging her revenge, she lost her life instead.
While contemplating, a hearty laugh came in, "Senior Brother Song looks rosy now, it seems that the injury has almost healed."
Song Qingshu looked up and found that Zhang Wuji had walked in. Thinking that he might gallop on Zhou Zhiruo last night, the blood vessels in the corners of Song Qingshu's eyes throbbed, and he said coldly, "What are you doing here?"
Everyone present knew that Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji had always had a rift, so they were not surprised by his tone.
"How can this work?" Zhang Wuji was taken aback. Although he liked Zhou Zhiruo, it was absolutely impossible for him to abandon Zhao Min.
"Brother Wuji, I lied to you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly, "I've already felt sorry for my husband, if he kills him again, it will be no different from those bad women in history. If you really agreed just now, I will I dare not associate with you anymore, you want to be Ximen Qing, but she doesn't want to be Pan Jinlian."
After Zhang Wuji was stunned, he smiled and said, "My little Zhiruo is indeed the kindest..."
The next day when the sun shone into the room, Song Qingshu woke up and found that the room was empty, and the bed opposite was also very clean and tidy, leaving no traces at all, he breathed a long sigh of relief, wondering in his heart: "Could it be that last night was just a dream? "
Suddenly Song Qingshu's expression changed drastically. Although the difference was not big, Song Qingshu clearly remembered that this was no longer the one from yesterday. Why did he change the sheets? Song Qingshu smiled coldly.
How did he know that the bed sheet was actually wet with tea last night, and Zhou Zhiruo just changed it on purpose.
"Qingshu, are you awake?" Zhou Zhiruo walked in with a basin of hot water, saw Song Qingshu woke up, squeezed the towel dry, and handed it over.
Song Qingshu glanced at her with some disgust, thinking that she must have done something sorry for him last night, and now she is in a state of guilt, which is why she showed unprecedented tenderness and consideration.
"Why did you change the sheets?" Song Qingshu calmly took the towel and asked knowingly.
Zhou Zhiruo glanced behind her guiltily, and said in a condescending way, "If it gets dirty by accident, I'll change it."
"Oh~" Song Qingshu didn't ask any more questions, and he didn't dare to press too hard. If he knew that Zhou Zhiruo had murderous intentions towards him last night, he might not even dare to say that sentence just now.
When Zhou Zhiruo went out to pour water, Song Qingshu looked at her with a graceful waist when she was walking, and her face seemed to have lost the youthfulness of a girl, and felt agitated for no reason.
Now that something has happened, it has to be faced. Song Qingshu has never been a person who evades, but considering that he can't even beat a disciple of Zhou Zhiruo's sect, let alone Zhang Wuji, who is world-class in martial arts, and Zhou Zhiruo's gentle appearance conceals a cruel heart, accidentally , Instead of avenging her revenge, she lost her life instead.
While contemplating, a hearty laugh came in, "Senior Brother Song looks rosy now, it seems that the injury has almost healed."
Song Qingshu looked up and found that Zhang Wuji had walked in. Thinking that he might gallop on Zhou Zhiruo last night, the blood vessels in the corners of Song Qingshu's eyes throbbed, and he said coldly, "What are you doing here?"
Everyone present knew that Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji had always had a rift, so they were not surprised by his tone.
"How can this work?" Zhang Wuji was taken aback. Although he liked Zhou Zhiruo, it was absolutely impossible for him to abandon Zhao Min.
"Brother Wuji, I lied to you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly, "I've already felt sorry for my husband, if he kills him again, it will be no different from those bad women in history. If you really agreed just now, I will I dare not associate with you anymore, you want to be Ximen Qing, but she doesn't want to be Pan Jinlian."
After Zhang Wuji was stunned, he smiled and said, "My little Zhiruo is indeed the kindest..."
The next day when the sun shone into the room, Song Qingshu woke up and found that the room was empty, and the bed opposite was also very clean and tidy, leaving no traces at all, he breathed a long sigh of relief, wondering in his heart: "Could it be that last night was just a dream? "
Suddenly Song Qingshu's expression changed drastically. Although the difference was not big, Song Qingshu clearly remembered that this was no longer the one from yesterday. Why did he change the sheets? Song Qingshu smiled coldly.
How did he know that the bed sheet was actually wet with tea last night, and Zhou Zhiruo just changed it on purpose.
"Qingshu, are you awake?" Zhou Zhiruo walked in with a basin of hot water, saw Song Qingshu woke up, squeezed the towel dry, and handed it over.
Song Qingshu glanced at her with some disgust, thinking that she must have done something sorry for him last night, and now she is in a state of guilt, which is why she showed unprecedented tenderness and consideration.
"Why did you change the sheets?" Song Qingshu calmly took the towel and asked knowingly.
Zhou Zhiruo glanced behind her guiltily, and said in a condescending way, "If it gets dirty by accident, I'll change it."
"Oh~" Song Qingshu didn't ask any more questions, and he didn't dare to press too hard. If he knew that Zhou Zhiruo had murderous intentions towards him last night, he might not even dare to say that sentence just now.
When Zhou Zhiruo went out to pour water, Song Qingshu looked at her with a graceful waist when she was walking, and her face seemed to have lost the youthfulness of a girl, and felt agitated for no reason.
Now that something has happened, it has to be faced. Song Qingshu has never been a person who evades, but considering that he can't even beat a disciple of Zhou Zhiruo's sect, let alone Zhang Wuji, who is world-class in martial arts, and Zhou Zhiruo's gentle appearance conceals a cruel heart, accidentally , Instead of avenging her revenge, she lost her life instead.
While contemplating, a hearty laugh came in, "Senior Brother Song looks rosy now, it seems that the injury has almost healed."
Song Qingshu looked up and found that Zhang Wuji had walked in. Thinking that he might gallop on Zhou Zhiruo last night, the blood vessels in the corners of Song Qingshu's eyes throbbed, and he said coldly, "What are you doing here?"
Everyone present knew that Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji had always had a rift, so they were not surprised by his tone.
"How can this work?" Zhang Wuji was taken aback. Although he liked Zhou Zhiruo, it was absolutely impossible for him to abandon Zhao Min.
"Brother Wuji, I lied to you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly, "I've already felt sorry for my husband, if he kills him again, it will be no different from those bad women in history. If you really agreed just now, I will I dare not associate with you anymore, you want to be Ximen Qing, but she doesn't want to be Pan Jinlian."
After Zhang Wuji was stunned, he smiled and said, "My little Zhiruo is indeed the kindest..."
The next day when the sun shone into the room, Song Qingshu woke up and found that the room was empty, and the bed opposite was also very clean and tidy, leaving no traces at all, he breathed a long sigh of relief, wondering in his heart: "Could it be that last night was just a dream? "
Suddenly Song Qingshu's expression changed drastically. Although the difference was not big, Song Qingshu clearly remembered that this was no longer the one from yesterday. Why did he change the sheets? Song Qingshu smiled coldly.
How did he know that the bed sheet was actually wet with tea last night, and Zhou Zhiruo just changed it on purpose.
"Qingshu, are you awake?" Zhou Zhiruo walked in with a basin of hot water, saw Song Qingshu woke up, squeezed the towel dry, and handed it over.
Song Qingshu glanced at her with some disgust, thinking that she must have done something sorry for him last night, and now she is in a state of guilt, which is why she showed unprecedented tenderness and consideration.
"Why did you change the sheets?" Song Qingshu calmly took the towel and asked knowingly.
Zhou Zhiruo glanced behind her guiltily, and said in a condescending way, "If it gets dirty by accident, I'll change it."
"Oh~" Song Qingshu didn't ask any more questions, and he didn't dare to press too hard. If he knew that Zhou Zhiruo had murderous intentions towards him last night, he might not even dare to say that sentence just now.
When Zhou Zhiruo went out to pour water, Song Qingshu looked at her with a graceful waist when she was walking, and her face seemed to have lost the youthfulness of a girl, and felt agitated for no reason.
Now that something has happened, it has to be faced. Song Qingshu has never been a person who evades, but considering that he can't even beat a disciple of Zhou Zhiruo's sect, let alone Zhang Wuji, who is world-class in martial arts, and Zhou Zhiruo's gentle appearance conceals a cruel heart, accidentally , Instead of avenging her revenge, she lost her life instead.
While contemplating, a hearty laugh came in, "Senior Brother Song looks rosy now, it seems that the injury has almost healed."
Song Qingshu looked up and found that Zhang Wuji had walked in. Thinking that he might gallop on Zhou Zhiruo last night, the blood vessels in the corners of Song Qingshu's eyes throbbed, and he said coldly, "What are you doing here?"
Everyone present knew that Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji had always had a rift, so they were not surprised by his tone.
"How can this work?" Zhang Wuji was taken aback. Although he liked Zhou Zhiruo, it was absolutely impossible for him to abandon Zhao Min.
"Brother Wuji, I lied to you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly, "I've already felt sorry for my husband, if he kills him again, it will be no different from those bad women in history. If you really agreed just now, I will I dare not associate with you anymore, you want to be Ximen Qing, but she doesn't want to be Pan Jinlian."
After Zhang Wuji was stunned, he smiled and said, "My little Zhiruo is indeed the kindest..."
The next day when the sun shone into the room, Song Qingshu woke up and found that the room was empty, and the bed opposite was also very clean and tidy, leaving no traces at all, he breathed a long sigh of relief, wondering in his heart: "Could it be that last night was just a dream? "
Suddenly Song Qingshu's expression changed drastically. Although the difference was not big, Song Qingshu clearly remembered that this was no longer the one from yesterday. Why did he change the sheets? Song Qingshu smiled coldly.
How did he know that the bed sheet was actually wet with tea last night, and Zhou Zhiruo just changed it on purpose.
"Qingshu, are you awake?" Zhou Zhiruo walked in with a basin of hot water, saw Song Qingshu woke up, squeezed the towel dry, and handed it over.
Song Qingshu glanced at her with some disgust, thinking that she must have done something sorry for him last night, and now she is in a state of guilt, which is why she showed unprecedented tenderness and consideration.
"Why did you change the sheets?" Song Qingshu calmly took the towel and asked knowingly.
Zhou Zhiruo glanced behind her guiltily, and said in a condescending way, "If it gets dirty by accident, I'll change it."
"Oh~" Song Qingshu didn't ask any more questions, and he didn't dare to press too hard. If he knew that Zhou Zhiruo had murderous intentions towards him last night, he might not even dare to say that sentence just now.
When Zhou Zhiruo went out to pour water, Song Qingshu looked at her with a graceful waist when she was walking, and her face seemed to have lost the youthfulness of a girl, and felt agitated for no reason.
Now that something has happened, it has to be faced. Song Qingshu has never been a person who evades, but considering that he can't even beat a disciple of Zhou Zhiruo's sect, let alone Zhang Wuji, who is world-class in martial arts, and Zhou Zhiruo's gentle appearance conceals a cruel heart, accidentally , Instead of avenging her revenge, she lost her life instead.
While contemplating, a hearty laugh came in, "Senior Brother Song looks rosy now, it seems that the injury has almost healed."
Song Qingshu looked up and found that Zhang Wuji had walked in. Thinking that he might gallop on Zhou Zhiruo last night, the blood vessels in the corners of Song Qingshu's eyes throbbed, and he said coldly, "What are you doing here?"
Everyone present knew that Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji had always had a rift, so they were not surprised by his tone.
"How can this work?" Zhang Wuji was taken aback. Although he liked Zhou Zhiruo, it was absolutely impossible for him to abandon Zhao Min.
"Brother Wuji, I lied to you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly, "I've already felt sorry for my husband, if he kills him again, it will be no different from those bad women in history. If you really agreed just now, I will I dare not associate with you anymore, you want to be Ximen Qing, but she doesn't want to be Pan Jinlian."
After Zhang Wuji was stunned, he smiled and said, "My little Zhiruo is indeed the kindest..."
The next day when the sun shone into the room, Song Qingshu woke up and found that the room was empty, and the bed opposite was also very clean and tidy, leaving no traces at all, he breathed a long sigh of relief, wondering in his heart: "Could it be that last night was just a dream? "
Suddenly Song Qingshu's expression changed drastically. Although the difference was not big, Song Qingshu clearly remembered that this was no longer the one from yesterday. Why did he change the sheets? Song Qingshu smiled coldly.
How did he know that the bed sheet was actually wet with tea last night, and Zhou Zhiruo just changed it on purpose.
"Qingshu, are you awake?" Zhou Zhiruo walked in with a basin of hot water, saw Song Qingshu woke up, squeezed the towel dry, and handed it over.
Song Qingshu glanced at her with some disgust, thinking that she must have done something sorry for him last night, and now she is in a state of guilt, which is why she showed unprecedented tenderness and consideration.
"Why did you change the sheets?" Song Qingshu calmly took the towel and asked knowingly.
Zhou Zhiruo glanced behind her guiltily, and said in a condescending way, "If it gets dirty by accident, I'll change it."
"Oh~" Song Qingshu didn't ask any more questions, and he didn't dare to press too hard. If he knew that Zhou Zhiruo had murderous intentions towards him last night, he might not even dare to say that sentence just now.
When Zhou Zhiruo went out to pour water, Song Qingshu looked at her with a graceful waist when she was walking, and her face seemed to have lost the youthfulness of a girl, and felt agitated for no reason.
Now that something has happened, it has to be faced. Song Qingshu has never been a person who evades, but considering that he can't even beat a disciple of Zhou Zhiruo's sect, let alone Zhang Wuji, who is world-class in martial arts, and Zhou Zhiruo's gentle appearance conceals a cruel heart, accidentally , Instead of avenging her revenge, she lost her life instead.
While contemplating, a hearty laugh came in, "Senior Brother Song looks rosy now, it seems that the injury has almost healed."
Song Qingshu looked up and found that Zhang Wuji had walked in. Thinking that he might gallop on Zhou Zhiruo last night, the blood vessels in the corners of Song Qingshu's eyes throbbed, and he said coldly, "What are you doing here?"
Everyone present knew that Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji had always had a rift, so they were not surprised by his tone.