"My husband is called Feng Yi. He is a young general who chasing the Cloud Kingdom. He is brave and good at fighting. He has repeatedly repelled the barbarian army. The people of the Cloud Kingdom praise him as a young hero!"
The voice of Tianyin was very proud, and the beating candlelight was printed in the woman's eyes. It seemed that there was a man in the candlelight, walking towards Tianyin in armor.
"The first time I saw him, he suffered such a serious injury. As the owner of Beihongzhai, I followed my father to fight and kill since I was a child. I haven't seen any bloody wounds, but he was caught in the village. When the brother brought it back, I was frightened. They were all blood holes left by densely packed feathers and arrows. There were chopped wounds on the arms, and the knife on the back turned skin and flesh out, and the bones could be seen. Such a tragedy, I'm afraid ordinary people can't bear it."
When Tianyin spoke, his tone of voice was light, and Qi Niaoyu was secretly frightened when he heard that Feng Yi was so badly injured, and listened to the story more and more carefully.
"I don’t know. With such a tragic injury, his whole body is hot, but there is a trace of consciousness hanging. When I want to reach out to check his pulse, he can react immediately, clasp my wrist tightly and tell me I couldn’t move. I had to whisper in his ear, I’m here to save him. If I want to survive, I’ll take a good rest. At that time, his face was bloodstained and I couldn’t take care of him. , He sent someone to prepare a hot water bandage to heal him."
"When I cured him of all kinds of wounds on his body, I would look at him all over his body. I was nineteen years old at that time, and an old girl. If my dad is still alive, how can I help him? What kind of nonsense?"
When talking about this, Tianyin suddenly laughed out loud, seeming to blame how he didn't care about men and women at the time.
The few people on the table saw Tianyin talking about their own affairs, and they all listened attentively.
"He had a high fever and was confused for nearly three days. When he woke up, I noticed that this was a handsome and heroic man. So I asked him if I saved him. As promised by my body, I must have been stunned at the time."
The corners of Tianyin's mouth slowly fluttered with shame.
Listening to the story, Qi Curl curled up his chin on the back of his left hand, and began to draw circles with the tips of his right fingers around the side of the wine bowl. Although his ears were listening, his mind was flying away.
The girl did not expect that Tianyin, who was as bold as the general, was like the woman in the painting. She met her husband in such a romantic way, and agreed with Tianyin’s words to Feng Yi that he wanted him to agree to each other and save his life, but Very importantly, this is especially true for the Floodwater Clan, who have always paid attention to promises. Think about Yin Li saving himself twice and letting the king of the underworld come to save himself. How can he do it? This kind of life-saving grace, should it be the same as Tianyin's sister said, and should I repay it with personal promises? But this has to ask if Yin Li is willing, but he is also the princess of Ziyang Palace, why should he eagerly stick to a man
Qi Niao's thoughts became more chaotic, his cheeks flushed, but his eyes were secretly looking at Yin Li, but he was caught by the latter.
The two eyes collided, and Qi Kuo's drunken eyes fell into the eyes of the man in the black robe opposite, Yin Li's mouth twitched, and he smiled softly at Qi Kuo.
Peeking at being caught, the girl panicked for a while.
Qi Yu curled his eyes down very quickly, recalling the gentle smile from Yin Li's mouth just now. The girl’s chest was like a small deer bumping into her chest. She picked up the wine bowl in her right hand and drank a sip of wine, trying to hide her embarrassment, but her cheeks were hot. My neck is a little sore, and I don't know what's wrong.
Yin Li was a little funny seeing the girl like this, but she turned her head away from the shy girl, so she made her feel more at ease.
Tianyin was talking to himself, knowing that her story made Qi Niao curl up with a plan to repay her kindness.
"I like dancing knives and guns the most. He healed his injuries in my village, so he taught me a set of marksmanship to be passed down by the family."
When the woman said this, her mind wandered back three years ago. It was late autumn. On the vast martial arts field in the middle of the village, the red maple leaves that were blown down last night had not been cleaned, and a golden sun had just revealed in the east. Half an hour, men and women have been practicing here for half an hour.
"The gun is shot at this time, and the east is entangled."
Tianyin’s hand was being held by a man, and the low voice of the man above her head came into her ears, making her ear tips hot and her nose a little itchy, feeling the heat from the man’s broad chest behind her through the clothes to her body, Tianyin’s His face was a little red.
It's really useless!
Tianyin only screamed at himself from the bottom of his heart, and then let out a long sigh, calmly, and provoked the silver spear to make a move.
With a few buzzing sounds, the man and the woman changed their positions at this time, going back and forth, clicking, picking, hooking, wrapping, and under the sun, a piece of silver glittered.
With another soft sound, Feng Yi's silver spear fell to the ground, and the tip of the gun in Tianyin's hand was touching Feng Yi's throat.
"Yin'er's marksmanship has caught up with me now."
He only heard the man's admiration, and Tianyin raised his eyebrows, very proud.
"Yin'er, would you like to marry me?"
Looking at the gorgeous eyebrows of the woman in front of him, Feng Yi couldn't help saying such a sentence.
This question was like throwing a cannonball into a deep water pool, splashing water with a snap, Tianyin's heart that had just calmed down began to drum up again, his face was pink and burning.
At this time, the woman discovered that because the two had just been fighting, she did not know when, the woman’s left foot was hooked on the man’s calf, and her right foot was on the back of the man’s left instep, and her body was tightly attached to the man. Yi's right hand is wrapped around Tianyin's waist, holding the woman steady from falling.
In the late autumn, it was high and far away, with a cool wind blowing on the two of them, bringing up the woman's broken hair hanging in front of her forehead, and the dry scent of a little mud rushed into the tip of the woman's nose.
"it is good."
The woman replied.