A gentle breeze blows in the face, and the faint smell of grass enters the nose, making people unable to help but take a deep breath...
Feng Qingchen took Uncle Nine Emperors and walked around, finally choosing a slope that was pleasing to the eye and sitting down. The two of them hugged each other, as if they were the only two people in the world.
The secret guard followed and saw the figures leaning against each other from a distance. He couldn't help but slow down and "shhh" to his companion: "Don't disturb."
Yes, don't disturb the master; don't ruin this beautiful picture.
"Go and talk to Young Master Zhou so that he doesn't have to wait for the master." The secret guard can understand the master's thoughts best at critical moments.
Master Xiu stood up first, responded and left, startling the others: "When did Master Xiu become so active?" It was so unlike Master Xiu.
"Master Xiu is stimulated." A certain secret guard smiled meaningfully, which made others even more confused: "What stimulated you?"
"Sijiao, what else can there be?" The secret guard was the most practical and did not hide anything he said.
As soon as these words came out, everyone still didn't understand. The master was so affectionate. How could they, a group of single subordinates, not be irritated!
It's really annoying. The master is so bored all the time and doesn't know how to restrain himself, making these single subordinates unable to sit still...
Of course, this could only be said in private. In front of Jiuhuangshu and Feng Qingchen, they did not dare to mention even a single word...
Jiuhuangshu and Feng Qingchen didn't know the secret guard's little thoughts. They sat on the grass next to each other. Feng Qingchen rested on Jiuhuangshu's shoulder at first, but later he got tired and simply lay in Jiuhuangshu's arms.
Sometimes he talks about baby milk, sometimes he talks about cute baby...
"In the blink of an eye, our children are all grown up." Feng Qingchen let out a long sigh.
When she woke up in this world, she never thought that she would be today, and she never thought that she would have both children and a daughter.
At that time, she only thought about being able to survive; at that time, she did not dare to think about getting married. She only thought about having a child to accompany her in the future, so that she would not have to be lonely for the rest of her life.
Now, everything that I didn't dare to think about at the beginning has become a reality.
"I have been alone since I was a child, and others think I am used to it. In fact, I hate being alone the most, facing the desertedness of a room full of people, and the indescribable loneliness. So, no matter when it is, please don't leave me." Feng Qing
Chen lay on Uncle Jiuhuang's lap, his voice was a little muffled, and his words were unclear, but Uncle Jiuhuang still heard him.
The hand that patted Feng Qingchen's back stiffened, and then he responded calmly: "Yeah."
They are all the same. They have grown up alone since they were young. They are used to being alone, but when they find someone in life who is willing to join hands with them, they don't want to live that kind of life again.
It’s so difficult to be alone!
"At that time, you said that if you wanted to die, you would kill me first. I was not afraid at all. Living alone is too painful. If I can die with you by my side, it doesn't seem to be such a terrible thing."
It was so lonely to be alone, especially after enjoying that happiness, she was even more unable to accept the life of living alone.
"I will die later than you." I will not leave you alone.
"Then it's settled!"
…
All night long, the two of them sat on the grass talking, talking about random things, the past, the present, the future, whatever came to mind...
At some point, Feng Qingchen fell asleep while talking, and Uncle Nine Emperors?
He glanced at the person in his arms, showing no intention of moving at all. He held the person tightly in his arms, covered Feng Qingchen with his coat, and sat like this until dawn, and when Feng Qingchen came...
"Hey, why did I sleep here?" Feng Qingchen, who had just woken up, was still a little confused. It took him a long time to remember what happened last night.
Well……
"I actually fell asleep, why didn't you call me?" Feng Qingchen was embarrassed.
"It's warm, no problem." Uncle Nine Emperors stood up and moved his stiff limbs.
Maintaining the same posture all night is really tiring, my limbs are so sore, especially my waist...
Well, you can't say that his waist is not good, he is still young!
"It's not warm anywhere. There's a big temperature difference between morning and evening here, and it's very cold at night..." As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Qingchen said hello.
"You're not really catching a cold, are you?" Feng Qingchen touched his forehead and found that it was really cold. He pulled the Nine Emperors Uncle and ran back: "Hurry back and drink some hot soup."
"Don't be so nervous." Uncle Nine Emperors had no choice but to run away with Feng Qingchen.
"I have to be nervous. If I catch a cold, it will be very troublesome." Feng Qingchen took Uncle Jiuhuang and ran to the tent, asking the secret guard to finish cooking the ginger soup.
They are no better than teenage girls and boys now, their recovery ability is not as good, and they may get really sick if they catch a cold.
really……
The good didn't work but the bad worked. Even though Feng Qingchen was prepared, both of them still caught a cold in the end.
To be precise, it was Feng Qingchen who caught a cold first, and then Jiuhuangshu took care of her, and she was also infected, so they both caught cold and recuperated in a tent. Even the local government sent people to come, but Jiuhuangshu ignored them.
, but leave the person to the secret guards to deal with...
"The wind has only been blowing all night, why did I catch a cold? Is it really because we are too old?" Feng Qingchen found that she really couldn't accept old age.
The young guys had nothing to do with running out all night with Uncle Nine Emperors. Then they stayed outside the house for one night and actually caught a cold. It was just...
It's so hurtful.
"The big temperature difference between morning and evening has nothing to do with age." Uncle Nine Emperors still refused to admit that he was old, even if...
After he came back that day, he really felt that his legs were extremely sore from sitting outside all night.
"It's not impossible." Feng Qingchen accepted this explanation, but also thought: "This kind of romantic thing is really not suitable for us to do."
Why does this have to do with romance again?
Uncle Nine Emperors was puzzled, but women's brains have always been like this, thinking about things that are incomprehensible.
The Nine Emperors Uncles were so dizzy that they didn't want to talk at all. They simply closed their eyes and rested their minds, hoping for a speedy recovery, but...
Illnesses go away like silkworms and come back like a mountain. Uncle Jiuhuang and Feng Qingchen are usually in good health. They never get sick even once throughout the year, not even a small cold. This time, although it is not dangerous, it keeps recurring...
This time, the two of them were ill for seven or eight days. During the period of illness, at the strong request of Uncle Jiuhuang, Feng Qingchen was strictly prohibited from going out, and she was not allowed to go horseback riding...
After being in the grassland for nearly ten days, Feng Qingchen didn't even touch the hair of a horse. It would be a lie to say he wasn't depressed. But on the day Uncle Jiuhuang and Feng Qingchen recovered from their illness, the local shepherd sent news that
Said that Zhou Xing and Zhanyan are back...
It's okay now, Feng Qingchen can't get out again, so she can only wait in the tent for Zhou Xing and his wife to come back!
A message to readers: I went to have my tooth extracted today, and it was not completed until after eleven o'clock. It hurt a little when I came back. After writing this chapter, I will take a nap and come back in the afternoon.
If you are in a hurry, please do it before eight o'clock in the evening. I will try to get it done before eight o'clock.