Chapter 137 (2/2)

”You are always so positive and optimistic. Even such a thrilling near death has become a talk in your mouth.”

Duan Tingxuan couldn't help shaking his head, but he also knew very well that it was su wennuan, who was so different, that he could taste the real taste of love. He really understood that the word love was not the romance in the book or the love in the poetry. That is a mutual understanding without much words. Life and death remain unchanged, needless to say anything unforgettable, because from the day it takes root and sprouts in the heart, it will melt with your flesh and blood, experience the honing of a hundred turns and a thousand turns, and the baptism of time will never fade, but will only become more and more profound.

”Didn't you run around like a ghost after you came out of my room?” Su wennuan turned his head to one side and asked softly. She couldn't face Duan Tingxuan's increasingly hot eyes. Those two peach eyes were about to become wolf eyes. Seeing her, she was not only a little happy and sweet, but also frightened.

”No. I tried the murderers of the dog slaughtering Gang, and Siping came. When I changed my clothes to go back to the trial, I saw you and Xiangyun going to the side hall. I was curious and followed. I wanted to leave quietly so that you wouldn't find my tail, but I just heard that my wife was confused. When I thought about my husband, Xiangyun was just a girl Head, I'm afraid it's difficult to understand the confusion in the heart of a virtuous wife. At this time, of course, I have to stand up and even if the virtuous wife finds out that I'm my husband's eavesdropping behavior... ”

”You start pulling again.” Su wennuan bent over with a smile, but a trace of gratitude sprang up in her heart: slag man is indeed worthy of being a romantic seed. This son's considerate mind for women is rare in this patriarchal society.

”Well, warm, the shadow of the moon moves to the West. Go back and have a rest. It's about to dawn. Don't catch a cold when it's coldest and darkest.” Duan Tingxuan can't help worrying when he sees his wife's pleasure tonight. There are several injuries on warm. Although they are skin and flesh injuries, isn't it? You can't take it seriously just because people are shallow.

”Stay a little longer, isn't the moon still down?” Su wennuan smiled and suddenly took out a half gourd from his sleeve: ”It's time for dew now. It's good to collect some and go back to make tea and wine. Especially the dew on chrysanthemums. Well, here are wild chrysanthemums. Wait a minute, we'll go to Houshan. There are many famous products, large flower plates and more dew. They all have a sweet flower fragrance. It's best.”

”Warm, don't just focus on the beautiful night and play. I tell you, in case you catch a cold, don't think of a room.” Duan Tingxuan really had no choice but to threaten his wife, but according to past experience, it was useless for Su warm.

”Don't be so bad at the scenery. It's rare for me to be a little fresh and artificial. Can't you just follow me once?” Su wennuan glared, but saw Duan Tingxuan gnashing his teeth and said, ”what you said seems like how strict I control you. Heaven can learn from me. Is it good for me to obey you? When did you obey me?”

”I have no conscience.” Su wennuan laughed while collecting dew with a gourd: ”When I was in the palace, I didn't cook meals to honor the emperor and empress? The old prince said he wanted a special birthday gift, so I tried to make such a big birthday cake. Isn't that up to you? The Prince wanted to lose weight and refused to eat vegetables. You begged me to make some tricks, but I didn't arrange it for you? Why did you erase all my credit with one word, as if I were a fool ”Like an unreasonable woman?”

Duan Tingxuan was speechless. For a long time, he had to shake his head and say with a smile, ”come on, I said the wrong thing. Well, I'll punish myself to collect dew for you. Is that all right? Don't say, your gourd is quite exquisite, and there are pictures of flowers and birds on it. Eh? It's a good painting. Where did you get it?” (to be continued.)

PS: old readers who have read my books should know that stupid wine especially likes the plot of walking under the moon. It seems that there must be such a scene in my works. But then again, does anyone else not like this scene? I will not pull the curtains on the night with the moon, wake up in the middle of the night and look at the moonlight in a room. It's really a happy feeling. I use my mobile phone Please browse and read for a better reading experience.