Beiming Changfeng nodded coldly when he heard this: "Well, you are a vixen."
Beiming Changfeng, who never told cold jokes, suddenly said this like a flying fairy from the sky, and Ziyu's moved emotions were instantly dashed away.
Raising his head sharply, Ziyu glared at Beiming Changfeng: "You are the vixen."
"Yes, sir." Beiming Changfeng held Ziyu in his arms and kicked open the door of a room on the warship and walked towards the bed inside.
"..." Ziyu stared at Beiming Changfeng, his mind stuck, and for a moment he couldn't think of how to answer Beiming Changfeng.
"Sleep." Beiming Changfeng didn't wait for Ziyu to answer him. After throwing away the quilt and other items on the messy bed, he placed Ziyu on the soft couch.
Rest, Ziyu's eyes were all bloodshot after staying up late, her body needs rest now.
"Young Master..."
"I'm talking when I wake up." He stretched out his hand to cover Ziyu's eyes. Beiming Changfeng simply lay beside Ziyu and hugged her: "Let's sleep together. I'm very tired these days."
As soon as Beiming Changfeng, who never said he was tired, said the word "tired", Ziyu couldn't say anything even if he had a thousand words to say, and immediately let Beiming Changfeng hold him motionless.
Seeing Beiming Changfeng holding him close his eyes and breathing evenly, the light in Ziyu's eyes slowly became deeper and longer.
She knew that Beiming Changfeng's sudden cold joke was because he didn't want her to worry, let alone blame herself, so he diverted her words like that. She understood.
But it was this understanding that allowed her to better understand Beiming Changfeng's thoughtfulness and tenderness beneath his reticence.
The country, the lover, the tenderness of a man.
What a difficult choice, what a painful choice. The eldest son chose her. After all the running and fatigue, the fear, the anxiety and heartache, the eldest son has borne too much alone, but he said nothing.
He didn't tell her how lucky she was to have the love of the young master.
She will definitely live up to the challenge in this life.
Stretching out his arms to hug Beiming Changfeng, Ziyu put his face against Beiming Changfeng's and closed his eyes.
Young Master, don’t worry. I, Qin Ziyu, will not be called Qin Ziyu unless I conquer the Qin Kingdom and give it to you.
Outside the window, the sea breeze blew by, rolling up the silent oath curtain into the sky.
The sea and sky are one color, boundless blue.
Love is also boundless.
Beiming Changfeng caught Ziyu and went to rest. In the next hour, while Diyi and others were practicing rowing, Xiangli also settled down all the Korean women.
The disguised gold and silver mountains on the island only had a few gold and silver jewels on the surface. These were all taken from the white ships. Xiangli dispersed all the gold and silver to the remaining Korean women and left them behind.
Several small boats with white turrets were provided for them to use. Xiangli made plans for them whether they wanted to go to the island to go to Korea or they should continue to live here.
So next time, after an hour, after the first-class people were able to launch the warships, the Korean women on the island cried one by one to bid farewell to the son who saved their lives and avenged their families.
Fish et al.
High mountains and flowing water, see you later.
Six warships, far superior to the forging power of the Later Qin Dynasty, and a white tower ship, headed towards the vast deep sea in the rays of the setting sun.
The waves were rippling, and the sea water was splashing happily on the sea surface. The naughty children surrounded the seven ships and sailed away.