He smiled and nodded.
After a while, she came out quietly and stopped three steps away from him. She was wearing a light red dress, with a hairpin in her hair and two bracelets on her wrists. These were all bought by Yue Pengju back then. What he gave her, especially this red dress, was what he bought for her quietly after the couple had a conflict over Li Qiaoniang when they were fighting in Dongting. He was shocked to find out about his wife's pain and grievances.
Tough and tender, who says that a warrior galloping on the battlefield can't have the vision to choose exquisite clothes for his wife
He looked at her dreamingly. This was the consistent love he had for many years. He stretched out his hand and held her in his arms. She smiled and took off a bracelet in her hand: "Pengju, you gave this to me." We bought it, one for each of us." He smiled and put the bracelet in his arms and hid it close to his body.
"Sister Seventeen..."
"Well… "
Her beautiful clothes and soft hair were spread out together. Under the soft candlelight, her beautiful and crystal body carried the most beautiful lines of a woman. The wind was cold outside, but the room was as warm as spring. At this time, the two of them They all forgot about the threat of imminent death and just embraced each other, forgetting their passionate love.
Love a show! Have a good love! ! !
Since ancient times, no one has ever died. Husband and wife do not want to live together but want to die together. Who can say that it is not a supreme happiness
Love, if you can love the woman you love so well, then why not be afraid of death
What a wonderful feeling.
In this life, my best days, my best feelings, my greatest relaxation, my freest stretch and publicity were all with him. Without him, there would be none of this.
Zhao Deji, Jin Wushu and even the King of Qin didn't understand why she was so devoted to this man. In their minds, following this man would mean running around in war, living frugally, and being exposed to wind and rain, but there would be no glory or wealth. There is peace and enjoyment. What is good about such a life? What does such a man deserve to be loyal to
It's just that they don't understand that the first thing a woman needs is not honor, favor, wealth, and wealth. If she can stand side by side with her husband, be heart to heart, and have a lifetime of support, this feeling is incomparable to any fine clothes and food.
Some people can give you money, and some people can give you material things, but Pengju, what he gives you from beginning to end is his heart, his most sincere heart.
For a long time, the two of them hugged each other dripping with sweat, with smiles on each other's faces. He gently stroked her cheek, like a lazy cat, supple and well-behaved, and stretched out his hand to stroke his chest. He gently He gently followed her soft neck down, touching the already faint scar, which was left in Jinying. Then, there were other faint scars on her body, all of which were injuries suffered in the past few years. But since After being injured by King Qin, she began to recuperate. During the year in the small town, nourished by so many Ganoderma lucidum and tiger bones, and after the baptism of pregnancy and childbirth, her body became smoother, more delicate and more charming than when she was a girl. Her posture is like the softest silk, like white and shiny warm jade, especially those faint traces that seem to be nothing, which add to the incomparable beauty and temptation, but are also sad, clearly witnessing the suffering she has suffered.
His hot palm touched all the scars one by one, and he sighed softly: "Sister Seventeen, you have suffered a lot with me..."
Putting her palm on his lips, she laughed and said softly: "Pengju, these few years have been the happiest days of my life. In Elong Town, in Donglin Temple, and in Lin'an This time of seclusion and reclusion is very good. I am very happy when I am with you... "
Her hand went down and stopped on his chest. There was a concentric lock on his chest. She gently opened the lid and revealed a strand of hair cut from each of their heads - the so-called "hair-tied couple". this means.
This concentric lock has always been worn on Yue Pengju's body and became his amulet during the fight between the north and the south. He used to hide it in his arms, but he doesn't know when he started wearing it around his neck.
"Sister Seventeen..." His voice was so soft that it was almost dripping with tears. What if he hadn't met her in this life
She smiled and pressed her lips against his, answering his words softly. If she had not met him, she would not have such happiness.
"Sister Seventeen, I want to discuss something with you..."
Her lips gently covered his, and she exhaled like a orchid: "Pengju, I'm so sleepy. Let's take a rest, okay?"
He sighed secretly, his wife was trying to avoid it, she was determined not to accept it, she didn't even want to know what they were discussing - and because she knew, she avoided it even more. He stared at the face in his arms, the freshness after bathing, the softness Her skin still had a throbbing beauty. The more it was like this, the more reluctant he was to bear it, and he leaned close to her ear: "Sister Seventeen, we always have to think about Tiger Head..."
"Tiger head!"
Hua Rong was slightly absent-minded. Son, even if he was in ecstasy again, who could truly forget his hard-won son? His own bones and blood were abandoned on that strange island, and from then on, it was hard to hear anything from him.
"King Qin will take good care of him."
Yue Pengju looked at the stubborn tenderness on her face. Every time he saw such an expression, he could not disobey her and could only obey her.
"Hu Tou follows King Qin, and his life will never be worse than when I take care of him." Her voice was firm, "Hu Tou doesn't need me, only you need me, Peng Ju!" Her voice suddenly became weak, "Peng Ju , I need you too. I can no longer bear the days without you..." From the time she took her son away, she had been thinking about a question and regretting it, that is, why she wanted to stay with her husband when she was in Dongting Lake. Having trouble? Why were you separated from him for those few months? Now it seems that those two or three months are extremely precious. How good would it be if they did not separate him and treat his eye disease? She touched his eyes with her hands and stared into his resolute eyes. At this time, the eyes turned into tenderness.
"Sister Seventeen, my eyes are all healed and I have recovered a long time ago."
She laughed: "It's better for us to be together than to be alone. Pengju, these years, as long as I leave you, I will encounter all kinds of dangers. But by your side, I have always been safe. I don't want to have any more Any accident happened, so I was selfish this time, Pengju, Hutou will forgive me, and you will forgive me too, okay?"
Yue Pengju gently stroked the faint tears on his wife's eyelashes and could not say anything else.
Hua Rong secretly laughed. Over the years, her husband has made the final decision in all major matters. Today, she has to make the decision and ask her husband to listen to her. She whispered in his ear: "Peng Ju, since Zhao Deji If we are about to take action, we must at least cause him a little more trouble..."
He nodded: "I just want to rescue Zhang Xian, Sun Ge and others first. As long as they don't die, our return to Lin'an will not be in vain."
"Well, there is also Qin Hui. We can't let Qin Hui go."
"Don't worry, Sister Seventeen, I have made some arrangements, but I don't know if they will work."
The couple discussed until midnight. When Yue Pengju saw that his wife was sleepy, he said nothing and only gently coaxed her to sleep. She even murmured to herself: "Pengju, I'm not sleepy yet..."
"Sister Seventeen, be good and go to bed quickly. I will talk to you all day tomorrow."
Hua Rong murmured in agreement and finally fell asleep in his arms. How could she close her eyes after tossing and turning all night? I don't know whether it was sadness or relief, worry or fear, but subconsciously, I kept holding her tightly in my arms, sharing the joys and sorrows, and the thick and thin.
Hua Rong, however, fell into a deep sleep, lying in her husband's arms, feeling at ease and contented. She had forgotten all her worries and fears for a long time. The years of gathering and separation, the years of war and separation, and the impending disaster were all nothing to be afraid of. , as long as you are in his arms, everything will stop.
Hua Rong saw her husband off before coming to the living room. In the living room, the already anxious Fourth Sister Gao and Li Yian were both happy and surprised when they saw Hua Rong.
"Sister Seventeen, you are back."
"Mrs. Yue, just be fine."
As they had a tacit understanding, neither of them asked about Xiao Hutou, especially Li Yian. Seeing Hua Rong with a smile on her face, she felt more confident. Hua Rong looked at the two children of her fourth sister, both of whom were in their teens. They are already 3 years old, and they are already old enough to study, but how come the senior sister has the intention to urge them to study these days? The two children also had some superficial understanding of their father's imprisonment, and they were not as naughty as before. Hua Rong took a closer look at Sister Gao and saw that she had become extremely thin in a short period of time and was in a very poor mental state. Sister Gao was bleeding. Tears whispered: "Gao Lin died in the battle, Qiao Niang died too. Now, Zhang Xian can't escape either... "
The cold wind howled outside the door, and Hua Rong realized more deeply that her husband could not leave. There are things that a real man does and things he does not do. Zhang Xian, Sun Ge, etc. are in danger, and they want to send their husband and wife to flee the world alone, and stay out of the matter. It was simply impossible. Fortunately, her son had left, and she and her husband had no worries. She and Li Yian both said some words to comfort Sister Gao, knowing that it was useless, but they had to say it.
After Fourth Sister Gao's mood improved slightly, Li Yian asked the maid to take them down to rest. Then she asked the question she had been worried about for a long time: "Sister Seventeen, how do I write Xianggong Yue's resignation?"
Hua Rong had also been thinking about this issue. She took out a pen and paper and spread it out: "I'll draft it for Peng Ju first, and I'll just make some additions when he comes back."
Li Yian hesitated for a moment, then said bluntly: "Sister Seventeen, why don't you ask Pengju to follow the example of Xianggong Han?"