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She lazily leaned against his chest, looking drowsy. He took the kernels to wipe her hair, then carried her into the house and put her on the bed. However, she was still as excited as ever as she got up mysteriously and went into the locker room. She said in a soft voice, "Pengju, wait for me …"

He smiled and nodded.

After a while, she came out of the carriage and stopped three steps away from him. She wore a light red Skirt with a hairpin on her head and two bracelets on her wrist. These were all things Yue Pengju had bought for her back then. Especially this red Skirt, which he had secretly bought for his wife after realizing that Li Qiaoniang had caused him some trouble during their fight in the palace.

The iron man was gentle, who said that the warrior who galloped on the battlefield could not have the eyes to pick out fine clothes for his wife?

He looked at her dumbly. This had been a constant love for many years. He reached out and held her in his arms. She smiled as she took off the bracelet in her hand. "Pengju, you bought all of this for me. We want one each." He smiled as he hid the bracelet close to his chest.

"Sister Shi Qi …"

"Ugh …"

Her beautiful clothes and soft hair were let loose together. Under the gentle candlelight, her beautiful and sparkling body had the most beautiful lines to it. It was cold outside, and the house was warm as spring. At this moment, the two of them had forgotten the impending threat of death, and they only embraced each other, forgetting about each other and their love.

Love! Love it!

Who didn't die in the ancient times? Husband and wife don't seek for the same life but for the same death. Who can say that it isn't supreme happiness?

If he could love the woman he loved the most, why would he be afraid of death?

She had never been so gentle before, and she enjoyed the tenderness with which her husband had never been gentle. This kind of gentleness was even more hot-blooded than his old Gold Spear Iron Horse's boldness and boldness, it was as if they were climbing the clouds.

What a wonderful feeling.

In this life, his best days, his best feelings, his most relaxed, his most free and unfettered, and his most flamboyant, were all with him. Without him, none of this would have happened.

Zhao Deji, Jin Wushu, and even the King Qin did not understand why she was so devoted to this man. In their minds, other than running around randomly and living frugally, there was no one else who was wealthy or lived peacefully. What's the good of living like this? What is a man like this worth being loyal to?

However, they did not understand that what a woman needed first was not honor, nor did she need wealth. If she could stand together with her husband, her heart would be interconnected, and she would have a lifetime of support.

Some people could give you money and some people could give you goods and materials, but Pengju, from the beginning to the end, he had always given his heart, his most sincere heart.

After a while, the two of them embraced each other while sweating. Both of them had smiles on their faces. He gently caressed her cheek. She lay in his arms, gasping for breath. She was like a lazy cat, gentle and obedient. She also extended her hand and caressed his chest. He gently moved down along her soft neck and caressed the already faint scar that was left behind in the Jinying. Then, there were the other faint wounds on his body, all from the injuries he had suffered a few years ago. But after being injured by the King Qin, she started to recuperate. In the year that she was injured by the Town, under the nourishment of the bones of many spirit mushrooms and tigers, after the baptism during pregnancy and childbirth, her body had become even more delicate and lovely than when compared to when she was a girl. It was like the softest of silks and silks, like white and shiny warm jade.

His burning hot palms touched all the wounds one by one as he let out a low sigh. "Big Sister Shi Qi, you've suffered a lot with me …"

Her palm was placed on his lips, and when he gave her a light kiss, she gave a ticklish smile and said softly, "Pengju, these past few years have been the happiest days of my life. In the Oolong Town, in the Donglin Temple, and in Lin An's residence. "It's fine, I'm happy when I'm with you …"

Her hand dropped to his chest. She gently opened the lid. It was the exact same lock from the day they were married. Each of them had cut off a strand of hair from their head – that was what a "couple with hair tied in a knot" meant.

This telepathic lock had been worn on Yue Pengju's body the entire time, becoming a protective talisman for him in his fights to the north and south. In the past, he had always been hiding in his embrace, and it was unknown when he had started wearing it around his neck.

"Sister Shi Qi …" His voice was so soft that it seemed like water would drip out. If he didn't meet her in this life, how could he know that a man could have so many gentle and lingering blessings in his life?

She smiled and pressed her lips to his, replying to his words with softness. If she didn't meet him, she wouldn't be this happy.

"Sister Shi Qi, I want to discuss something with you …"

Her lips lightly covered his lips as she exhaled. "Pengju, I'm so sleepy. We're resting, okay?"

He sighed to himself. His wife was evading him and refused to accept it. She didn't even want to know what they were discussing — and because she knew, she avoided him even more. He stared at his face in the crook of his arm, the refreshing feeling of bathing, the silkiness of his skin, and the awe-inspiring beauty of it all. The more it was like this, the more reluctant he was to part with it. He whispered into her ear, "Sister Shi Qi, we have to think about the tiger's head …"

"Tiger's Head!"

Hua Rong was slightly absent-minded. Son, even if it was a time of ecstasy, who could truly forget their hard-earned son? Her own blood and bones had been abandoned on that unfamiliar island, and from then on, it was impossible to find out.

"King Qin will take good care of him."

Yue Pengju looked at the stubborn and gentle expression on her face. Every time he saw her expression, he would always disobey her.

"Tiger Head will follow King Qin, his life definitely won't be worse than my care for him." Her voice was resolute, "The tiger head doesn't need me. You need me, Peng Ju!" Her voice suddenly became weak, "Pengju, I need you too. I can no longer endure the days without you... " On the way back with her son, she had always been thinking about a problem and had always regretted it. Back then, when she was at Dongting Lake, why did she have to get into an awkward situation with her husband? Why did they have to separate from him for those few months? Now it seemed that those two to three months were extremely precious. If they didn't separate, if she personally served him and treated his eye ailments, how good would that be? Her hand touched his eyes, and she looked into his eyes, which were now full of warmth.

"Sister Shi Qi, my eyes have recovered. I have long since recovered."

She laughed. "It's always better for us to be together than to be alone. Penga, all these years, as long as I leave you, I'll encounter all sorts of dangers. Beside you, I have always been safe. I don't want to have any more accidents, so I have to be selfish. Pengju, Tigerhead will forgive me, and you will forgive me too, okay? "

Yue Pengju gently stroked the tears on his wife's eyelashes, unable to say another word.

However, Hua Rong started to laugh secretly. All these years, the important matters were all decided by the husband, she would follow the husband's lead. Today, he would be the one to make the decision, even if it meant that the husband had to listen to him. She whispered into his ear, "Pengju, since Zhao Deji is going to attack us, we should at least give him some trouble …"

He nodded his head: "I just want to save Zhang Xian, Sun Ge and the rest, as long as they do not die, we will not be returning to Lin An in vain."

"Mn, there's still Qin Gui. I can't let him go."

"Don't worry, Sister Shi Qi. I have made some arrangements, but I'm not sure if it will work."

The two of them discussed until the middle of the night. When Yue Pengju saw that his wife was tired, he did not say anything else and only consoled her to sleep. She even muttered to herself, "Pengju, I'm not sleepy yet …"

"Sister Shi Qi, be good and go to sleep. I'll accompany you for a chat tomorrow."

Hua Rong muttered in agreement, and finally fell asleep in his arms. How could she close her eyes for the rest of the night? It was unknown whether it was grief or gratification, or worry or fear, but she could only subconsciously hug her tightly in her bosom, sharing the hardships and hardships of life, sharing all the hardships of life and all the hardships of life.

Hua Rong, on the other hand, was sleeping soundly, falling into her husband's embrace. She was at ease, the fear and worry she had felt for a long time had been completely forgotten, the years of separation from home, the years of war and separation, the impending disaster, all of these were nothing to be afraid of.

On the second day, Yue Pengju still went to the office in the Capital Hall with Han Zhongliang. After he ate the breakfast his wife had prepared personally, he smiled and kissed his wife on the lips. A shadow flashed outside the door, bringing with it the wind of winter. The surrounding court officials who were watching the scene were everywhere. He knew, but he didn't mind.

Hua Rong saw her husband off before arriving at the main hall. In the living room, Sis GaoSi and Li Yian, who were already anxious and anxious, felt gratified and shocked when they saw Hua Rong.

"Sister Shi Qi, you're finally back."

"Madame Yue, it's good that you're fine."

As if they had a tacit understanding in their hearts, the two of them did not ask about the head of the Little Tiger, and Li Yian especially, saw that Hua Rong had a smile on his face, and her heart was filled with confidence. Hua Rong looked at the two children in Sis GaoSi, both of them around ten years old. They were already at the age to start studying, but how could Sis GaoSi have the mind to urge them to study these past few days? The two children also had a rough understanding of their father's detention, unlike their previous naughty behavior. Hua Rong looked at Sis GaoSi carefully and saw that she had lost a lot of weight in a short time, and her mental state was very bad. Sis GaoSi said in a low voice as tears streamed down her face, "Gao Lin died in battle, and Lady Qiao also died. Right now, Zhang Xian cannot escape either … "

The cold wind blew outside the door, causing Hua Rong to realize that his husband couldn't leave. Zhang Xian, Sun Ge and the rest were all too unlucky. It would be impossible for them to let their husband and wife escape from this place alone, but fortunately, their son had left, so the husband and wife did not care about them at all. She and Li Yian both said something to console the Sis GaoSi. Even though they knew it was useless, they couldn't not say it.

When Sis GaoSi's mood slightly improved, Li Yian instructed the maid to take them to rest. She then asked the question that he had been worrying about for a long time: "Sister Shi Qi, how do I write Yue Xiang Gong's resignation letter?"

Hua Rong had also been thinking about this problem. She took a pen and paper and spread it out, "I will first draw up a draft for Peng Ju, wait for him to come back and make it up a bit more."

Li Yian hesitated for a moment, but in the end still persuaded his directly: "Sister Shi Qi, why don't we ask Pengju to imitate the Han Xiang Gong?"