Qingxuan gritted his teeth, how could he not know that she hadn't slept? Didn't he ask knowingly? The lights in the room were still on, but he didn't enter the room all night! Now that she had come in person, he was still going in circles with her. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The person warming the bed is not there, and he can't sleep!" she came to him decisively, and reached out to hold his shoulder to prevent him from standing up.

He was so tall and stood up to talk, which was too oppressive for her. She stood and sat with him, so that his gaze was level with her, and even she could be taller, so that she would have a little more courage to fight him.

At this time, Helan Qiyou finally saw that her arm pressing his shoulder was white and tender, and he was slightly surprised that he didn't wear anything inside.

"If you want me not to leave, I'll stay. If one day you betray me, I will not leave, I will kill you myself. He asked for her wholeheartedness, and she gave it, and she had nothing left anyway.

With that, she took off her coat and stood naked in front of him, giving him everything without reservation.

Helan Qiyou rarely stayed on the spot, and he couldn't imagine or guess that the person who was so angry that he was about to struggle to escape from him in the afternoon was now voluntarily thrown into his arms.

His throat was hoarse for a moment, and he could barely speak, and finally he could barely say a word. "It's going to be cold..."

He crouched down and picked up his coat, wrapped her tightly around her, and then picked her up whole.

There was no brazier in this study, and it was many times colder than in the bedroom.

He carried her back to his room, put her on the bed, and then went back to the stove in the corner to add charcoals.

She waited impatiently, feeling that he was deliberately evasive, and did not answer.

"You don't have anything to say?" Qing Xuan sat on the bed with her knees hugged, a little frustrated.

All the stoves were added to the charcoal fire, Helan Qiyou finally couldn't drag it back to the bed, he looked at her for a while, and then walked over to the inside of the big bed, Qingxuan usually slept under the side of the pillow, and turned out a thing.

It was a knife, a dagger given to her by her father when she got married.

She didn't put it there, though. It turned out that he already knew the secret of this dagger.

"You can kill me at any time, Lu'er. This is your right, because I have taken you away from your familiar homeland, and I have forced you to leave your homeland and leave the well with me. The only thing you have done that I will not forgive is to leave me, and I will not allow you to leave me from the day I married you. ”

Her man was not very reasonable, sometimes the logic was strange, and took her whole life off the original track, but at this moment she knew what she wanted, and he had already given it.

"So... Are we decided?" she had to ask again.

"Hmm... You can't leave me, and if one day you go first, wait for me. ”

Hearing him say it deeply, Qingxuan was so moved that her eyes burst into tears.

Then he suddenly looked at him suspiciously. "That's not right..."

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"You are saying this from life to life, not just this life. ”

"Yes, do you dare?" his face had a faint smile for the first time since they had quarreled.

"If you dare, I dare!"

said that she would leave for Wuxi the next day, and after Qingxuan packed up her things, she also wrapped the next volume of the Yangtze River travel book given to her by Helan Qiyou with the pictures she drew herself.

Originally, Helan Qiyou said that he would not deliver the next volume for printing, and only gave her alone. But she thought to herself that there are no more women in this world, and they can only rely on this travelogue to understand the world, she has the freedom and happiness given by her husband, why can't a travelogue be shared with others?

So she said that the book would be printed, and that she would add her illustrations.

She hadn't guessed that Qingfeng Langyue was her husband before, and at this moment she felt that she was a little unconscious. How many people in this world can be as well-informed as he is, who can describe every place so carefully, and who uses words so boldly and straightforwardly and uninhibitedly?

Maybe she doesn't know many men, but she knows that there are few people in the world who can be as good as Helan Qiyou. Being with him is better for her than being the emperor's concubine in the luxurious palace garden.