Miss Yu is indeed a smart person. She and Mr. Wu came from Mr. Wolong's family together. Mr. Wolong is an unborn hermit. It is said that he is over a hundred years old. He has had disciples all over the world in his life, from wealthy and famous families, relatives of the emperor, down to traffickers and merchants. Disciples do not pay attention to the rank of the family, but only teach different knowledge according to the different qualifications of the disciples. Therefore, among his students, there are literary heroes and scholars full of knowledge, there are prime ministers and ministers with ambitions, military generals who command troops on the battlefield, heroic assassins with strong skills, and wealthy businessmen and heavy merchants...
Mr. Wolong has many disciples, but there are also good and bad. For example, Cheng Wenjing, the prime minister of Bian Tang in his 70s, or Yue Shaocong, a traitor from the East who betrayed Daxia 40 years ago and led dogs into the customs, or the number one rebel leader in the world, the Dalai Lama. Among the outstanding young generals of the guild, Wu Daoya and Zhong Yu, there was another person that Chu Qiao had to remember, and that was Zhuge Yue, the fourth son of the Zhuge Clan of Great Xia.
Zhao Che is about to lead his troops to attack, he won't come, will he
Chu Qiao sighed softly, and drank the soup in the bowl in one gulp.
The battlefield is dangerous, the sword is ruthless, no, I hope not.
In the afternoon, she took a nap, and when she woke up, she felt much better. After staying in the house for a few days, she thought about going out for activities. Chu Qiao wore a blue cotton skirt and a small jacket with white magnolia embroidered on it. Her narrow sleeves were tight and her arms were tucked into the shape of a lantern, making her figure even more slender. The maid tied up her hair in a bun, with the sides hanging slightly, wearing a few scarlet necklaces, a light blue jade hairpin inserted between her temples, and a string of thin tassels hanging down, sweeping her white hair from time to time. If the auricles are fat.
Chu Qiao seldom wore clothes that were too girly, and looked at the mirror for a long time, which was a bit novel, but not lacking in a little happiness.
After opening the door, the wind was a bit strong, and the maids wanted to follow, but Chu Qiao declined, carrying a small shofar lantern by herself, and walked out quietly.
After all, it is winter in Yanbei, looking at the snow and fog, it is quite sad and beautiful, but in reality it is very cold. Fortunately, I wore a lot of clothes and put on a fox fur to block the wind. A shallow crescent moon hangs above, the light and shadow are bright and clean, and a piece of white ground. I haven't been out of the house for many days, what I smell in my nose is either medicine or incense, and my head is very dizzy. Now I go out for a walk, and my eyesight is clear immediately, and my illness seems to be better.
The moonlight is so beautiful, like a candle burning through an azure veil, as thin as smoke. The wind blew through the leaves, rustling, Chu Qiao walked slowly, and then stood far away under the window of Yan Xun's study. He seemed to have just returned from the military camp, and he hadn't fallen asleep. The lights were so bright, casting a long shadow. There were other people in the study, they seemed to be discussing something, the wind was blowing, and the voice was too muffled for her to hear.
My heart is suddenly so peaceful, it's like getting up in the morning and opening the window to find that the world is white, the sun is shining warmly on the face, the sky is blue, there are snow-white eagles flying, a cup of tea is placed on the desk, curling up The hot air rises and circles like a winding dragon.
For a long time, she couldn't figure out her feelings for Yan Xun. When she first came here, she watched all kinds of injustices in this world with the eyes of modern people, and then she was involved, so there was sadness, There was anger, resentment, favor, gratitude... More and more emotions pulled her into this world, flesh and blood gradually formed, and she could no longer stay out of it. As for Yan Xun, from the initial hatred, to gratitude, to sympathy and pity, to being dependent on each other, as he grew up, the relationship gradually deteriorated, and those unspeakable thoughts broke the soil in his heart inadvertently, and grew fresh The tender green buds. After experiencing the frost, the severe winter, the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, and the slaughter of life and death, that tender green bud finally grew into a towering giant tree. When I raised my head occasionally, I saw luxuriant branches and leaves.
She has always been such a silent and stubborn person, always has been.
The door of the study was opened, and people came out one after another. Ah Jing saw Chu Qiao who was standing under the plum tree suddenly yelled out. Yan Xun heard her and ran out of the room. Seeing her, he frowned and said: " Why are you standing there alone? Don’t you know you’re sick?”
Chu Qiao smiled and let Yanxun hold her hand, the man stared at her with an ugly expression, put her hand in his palm and clenched it, complaining: "It's so cold, how long have you been here?"
"Just for a while."
As soon as she entered the room, the warm aroma suddenly hit her face. Chu Qiao sniffled and murmured, "What spice is so fragrant?"
Hearing this, Yan Xun's complexion changed drastically, he hurriedly pushed Chu Qiao to the door, picked up a pot of tea and poured it into the incense burner, hissing white air suddenly came out, and he hurriedly opened the window again.
Chu Qiao frowned and said, "Yan Xun, what are you doing?"
Yan Xun clapped his hands and walked out, said in a deep voice, "I can't stay in this room anymore, let's go."
Saying that, she dragged Chu Qiao into his bedroom.
There was no incense in Yan Xun's bedroom, and it smelled much fresher. Chu Qiao still felt strange, seeing him take the towel handed by maid Lan Xiang to wipe his face, stepped forward and asked, "Yan Xun, what's wrong with the study?"
"I ordered half of the newly delivered Styrax, which has musk ingredients."
"Musk?" Chu Qiao didn't know much about spices, she frowned and asked, "What's wrong with musk?"
The little girl, Lan Xiang, laughed and said with a smile: "Girl, women are not allowed to smell musk. If you smell too much, you will not be able to conceive. Of course, Your Highness will be nervous."
After Lan Xiang finished speaking, she also blushed, and the other little maids laughed together. Yan Xun was not annoyed, and pretended not to care, but squinted his eyes to pay attention to Chu Qiao's reaction.
Hearing this, Chu Qiao was slightly taken aback. It was a girl after all, the blush dyed her cheeks little by little, like the stamens of a crabapple, especially pretty. The candlelight shone on her light blue flowing skirt, like a layer of radiant gauze.
There was a low smile lying behind his ears, and the man's warm breath was like continuous sea water, "Ah Chu, tonight is so beautiful."
Chu Qiao raised the tip of her eyes, but there was a bit of joy in her eyes. The bedroom is huge, with soft and thick carpets laid underneath, layers of gauze curtains are put down layer by layer, gold hook tassels, it looks flashy, the bed is paved with purple embroidery, green sarongs are on the outside, brocade quilts are warm, just take a look, You can know the warmth of lying on it. Yan Xun stretched out his hand, and the maids came up to change his clothes like a cloud, Chu Qiao was slightly taken aback when she saw it, and then turned around. Yan Xun smiled softly when he saw it, and Chu Qiao's face turned redder.
Combining her past and present lives, she is not considered young anymore, she has seen a lot of flirtatious battles, and she has been facing Yan Xun for so many years, and she has not always been cautious and observant like a Taoist, but today, she is a little at a loss up.
The maids left the room with ambiguous eyes, layers of gauze curtains separated the space, Yan Xun approached from behind with his warm breath, with a hoarse smile, "My Ah Chu has grown up and knows how to be shy."
The usual eloquence suddenly disappeared without a trace, Yan Xun put his hands around her from behind, crossed them in front of her lower abdomen, pressed his lips against her ears, and sighed softly, "I haven't seen you for a day."
Chu Qiao was a little scared, she didn't know how to speak for a moment, she said in a daze, "Is the war going to start in the east? How are you preparing?"
"Ah..." Yan Xun sighed helplessly, "Ah Chu, do you have to spoil the scenery like this? I really don't understand the style."
The more leaking fine sand flows down slowly, strand by strand, endlessly, the wind outside blows quietly, and occasionally snow falls off the eaves, fluttering and fluttering. Yan Xun hugged her quietly, the smell on her body gently surrounded her, like skirts flying up in summer, her voice was moist and comfortable, "Did you not cough today?"
Chu Qiao shook her head, "It's much better."
"That's good, did you take your medicine on time?"
"Eat it, it's very bitter and unpalatable."
Yan Xun smiled, "As a child, how can medicine not be bitter? You didn't pour it out secretly, did you?"
"The conscience of heaven and earth," Chu Qiao held up three fingers, "I even swallowed the dregs of medicine."
"What?" Yan Xun raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is the room stuffy?"
"I'm anxious. There's going to be war in the east. I'm always sick. How can I help you?"
Yan Xun's heart warmed up, as if warm water was slowly covering it, his lips rubbed against Chu Qiao's neck, and he murmured softly, "You're doing well, you just helped me."
Yan Xun's pajamas were so thin that the contours of his muscles could almost be touched. Chu Qiao nestled in his arms, tilted her head, her body warmed up little by little, and said softly, "I hope I can be useful."
"You are already very useful," Yan Xun said softly, "All these years, you followed me wholeheartedly and never thought about yourself. Now that Yanbei has been settled, you should make plans for yourself."
"For myself?" Chu Qiao was at a loss. This is really a novel question. In fact, she knows that she is not as strong as she looks. Work hard and go for a run. This was the case when she served the country before, and it was the same after following Yan Xun, but what she is least good at is planning for herself, for herself? for myself? What can I do
"Yeah," Yan Xun said in a low voice, with faint smiles, "When a girl grows up, she always has to plan for herself, such as finding a good wife, marrying a good man, taking care of her husband and raising her children, and living a happy life... "
Chu Qiao spat on him softly, and said, "This is a mess, how can there be a good man?"
"That's right," Yan Xun said with a smile, "Knowing people, knowing faces, but not knowing one's heart, without ten or eight years, how can one easily see through a person, if one's heart is mistrusted, wouldn't it be a delay in lifelong happiness?"
Chu Qiao turned around and said with a smile, "Then what do you think should be done?"
"If I can't complain, I'll have to suffer a bit." Yan Xun's eyes were long and narrow, shining quietly, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, smiling like a cunning fox.
Chu Qiao glared at him with sideways eyes, "You seem to be very reluctant and at a disadvantage!"
"It's not too forced." Yan Xun's voice was like a blue wave, rippling softly in the air, "It's a bit of a disadvantage."
Seeing that Chu Qiao's expression was about to change, Yan Xun hugged her with a laugh and said, "The princes and nobles have three wives and four concubines, but I have to stay with one wife all my life, isn't it a disadvantage?"
Chu Qiao snorted and said, "Then you go and take a concubine too, no one is stopping you."
Yan Xun hugged her tightly, and whispered in her ear: "I don't have that energy, and I don't want to let you be wronged."
A red candle as thick as a forearm was burning high, and the room was brightly lit. Chu Qiao felt weak all over, her limbs and bones seemed to be flooded with water, so Yan Xun said softly, "Ah Chu, marry me."
Her heart felt warm, and the corners of her eyes were already wet. This journey was so hard. Thinking back to the hunt eight years ago, in a blink of an eye, it has been so long.