C383 All dead (1/2)

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?”