C19

Yun Qiu suddenly felt very upset. Looking at Mama Qiao's retreating back, he had the urge to cry.

What Mrs Qiao said just now, and the worry in her eyes, made her resemble her mother.

Yun Qiu mumbled, "Mother, did you see it? Your daughter is fine now, and your soul in heaven should rest in peace. "

Yu'er knew that Yun Qiu was currently in a bad mood because Yun Qiu's expression was so dejected. Yu'er could not help but feel upset as she asked softly, "Miss, let's go back."

Yun Qiu nodded lightly. At that moment, she saw the flute standing beside her. Yun Qiu wanted to wipe away her tears in panic, but the flute was one step faster than her and gently wiped away her tears with her hand.

Yun Qiu couldn't help blushing and staring blankly. She saw deep pity in the eyes of the flute, and listened to his gentle words, "Why are you crying? It's all your fault. "

After leaving, Yunqiu suddenly became so dejected. Yeye could not help but guess that Yunqiu must have missed home, so Yeye said, "My wife, tomorrow is the day for you to return. We should also prepare to return."

Yun Qiu looked at the flute in surprise. "You …" Her heart was moved that the flute could think of her like this, but in Yun Qiu's heart, Yun Qiu did not really want to return to the Yun Family.

Furthermore, since the Rong family had married her to this place, they must have also told the flute that they were not to return home on the day.

However, Yun Qiu suddenly thought of her brother, her brother Yun Dong. Since he was alone in the Yun Family, her father definitely wouldn't be able to protect him. She wondered how he was doing. Yun Qiu suddenly wanted to go visit her little brother. Yun Dong was her closest family member, so she hoped that she would be better off without her.

Because the Yun Family had no other men besides Yun Dong, Yun Qiu felt that no matter how much the Rong Family hated her, they wouldn't be able to do anything to Yun Dong. However, Yun Qiu was still a little worried. Yun Dong was weak and sickly.

With this thought in mind, Yun Qiu decided to return tomorrow. Yun Qiu said gratefully to the flute, "Thank you …"

The night flute lightly embraced Yun Qiu and whispered, "If I can make my wife happy, your husband will definitely do it."

Being embraced by the flute and listening to his sweet words, Yun Qiu felt his heart beating erratically. She felt her face burning. This was the first time she had been hugged so intimately.

Yu'er, who was at the side, saw Cloudy Autumn and Night Flute. She couldn't help but cover her eyes with her hands, pretending that she didn't see anything. If one could ignore the slight opening of her hands.

The next day, Yun Qiu and Yu'er cleaned up and prepared to leave.

The night flute was still dawdling when Yun Qiu smiled and went to look for it. "What's wrong?" "Are you not ready yet?"

"Nope. Let's go."

Yun Qiu nodded and followed him out the door. Yu'er tugged at Yun Qiu, whispering next to her ear, "Miss, do you feel that Young Master's birth looks really good?"

As Yun Qiu listened to Yu'er, he saw her bright red face. He could not help but follow Yu'er's line of sight with curiosity.

Today, the Night Flute was wearing a suit that was not usually used for farming. Although it was simple, coupled with the fact that the Night Flute itself had a good temperament, not only did it not seem abrupt, it even seemed very pleasing to the eyes.

Suddenly, she thought back to yesterday when Mama Qiao came over. The flute said it wanted to prepare something for Mrs Qiao, but in the end it did not appear. Yun Qiu could not help but guess that this was clearly an excuse for her to see Mrs Qiao alone.

Yun Qiu smiled and patted Yu'er on the head. "It's not easy to walk on the mountain roads. It's better to walk seriously."

Yu'er pouted as she looked at Yun Qiu with dissatisfaction. "Miss, you're really biased. You can't even take a look at young master …"

Yun Qiu's forehead turned black as she heard this. She asked helplessly, "Yu'er, what did you say just now?"

Yu'er quickly walked forward, "Your servant didn't say anything."

Yun Qiu only felt a gust of wind blow past him before Yu'er disappeared. He could not help but feel it was laughable.

Yun Qiu thought of Yu'er's words and looked at the flute again. Actually, Yu'er was not wrong. The flute was indeed an elegant young master.

Just as Yun Qiu was thinking this, perhaps because he had alerted Yun Qiu to the sight behind him, the flute turned around and gently looked at Yun Qiu. It said softly, "My wife, quickly follow me."

Only then did Yun Qiu react. She felt very embarrassed. The mountain road was originally difficult to traverse, but with her current speed, she really did not know when she would arrive at the Yun Family.

Yun Qiu felt even more embarrassed when he met the smiling eyes of the flute, but there was nothing he could do about it. The woman's physique was already weak, and with the Rong family constantly making things difficult for her in the Yun family, it only made Yun Qiu worse.

Yun Qiu was about to explain apologetically to the flute, but the flute suddenly walked in front of her and she couldn't help but be shocked. The flute bent down in front of her again, and Yun Qiu was even more at a loss.

"The mountain road is so hard to walk, how can you make your wife so tired?" Feeling that it was still as quiet as before, the flute continued, "My wife, you're my wife now. Your husband will not let you suffer any grievances."

Yun Qiu felt his heart soften when he heard these words, but he still hesitated when he looked up at Yu'er. Even so, she and Yu'er were both women. If she couldn't walk on this path, Yu'er definitely wouldn't be able to take it.

Yu'er seemed to know what Yun Qiu was thinking. She walked forward and said, "Miss, let's compete to see if you're a servant or not."

Yun Qiu couldn't help but feel it was funny and could only climb onto the back of the flute. The night flute's back was very wide, giving Yun Qiu a very warm feeling. He then heard the Night Flute say gently, "My wife, if you are tired, then go to sleep."

Yun Qiu replied softly. His heart was filled with an unprecedented feeling of softness, as if … She began to like the farmer's husband a little. There was a smile on Yun Qiu's face, but she didn't know what she was smiling about. She suddenly felt very happy.

Yun Qiu looked at the broad back of the flute and could not help but ask, "Husband …" "I'll get off." After carrying her for so long, the flute should be very tired, right? Although she wasn't heavy, she had been carrying him for a long time. The night flute's arm was probably sore from carrying him on its back all this time.

Yun Qiu thought like this, but his words were still the same. "My wife, you can rest if you're tired. Your husband isn't tired."

Yun Qiu didn't know what to say. As long as she heard this gentle voice, she couldn't seem to reject it.

Yun Qiu felt drowsy as he thought about it. Finally, he gently closed his eyes and fell asleep. The flute could not help but smile as it felt that there was a uniform intention coming from its neck.

Things were progressing smoothly, and now that his relationship with Yun Qiu had progressed to another level, it seemed that they would soon become husband and wife.