Fu Jun put down the brush and turned back to Meng Yuan's arms, his hands clinging to his neck, his snort warm and light, and brushed his neck like a feather.

"Tired?" He asked softly, turning her body over a little more, so that she was completely nestled in his arms.

His aura enveloped her, and at that moment, she felt like a baby in her mother's womb, her whole body and mind drenched in warm water.

"Somehow, I'm tired." Fu Jun said softly and yawned involuntarily.

She looked very tired.

Somehow, Meng Yuan felt that what he was holding in his arms was a little girl who had walked a long way and was now tired. She nestled in his arms, so relieved and contented, so completely dependent on him.

He felt sour for no reason.

The sore, soft pain spread from his limbs to the tip of his heart, wrinkling his heart into a ball.

He carefully hugged her a little tighter.

The person in his arms was already asleep.

He lowered his eyes.

Fang had just swept the eyelashes around his neck, and was now quietly closing his chin. The long eyelashes were like a small fan, and a clear shadow was gathered under her eyes, and the delicate nose opened and closed slightly, making a light breathing sound.

The corners of Meng Yuan's lips curled unconsciously.

Her sleeping face is also like a child, unguarded, as peaceful as if she were carefree.

He did not dare to move, so he maintained a kneeling position, and at the same time paid attention to the strength of his arms, so as not to make them too loose or too tight, for fear of disturbing her sleeping soundly in front of her.

If it was in the past, such Fu Jun would make him feel different. He would want to have her outright at all costs. Trying to make her succumb to his power, he wept and begged for mercy under him.

But at this moment, he didn't have any such thoughts.

He just wanted to take good care of her and keep her under his wing. I want to cherish her for the rest of my life, give her the best of everything, and don't let her suffer a little more.

The feeling of digging out his heart and lungs to be good to a person has never been so strong, so strong that his heart hurts.

The west wind blew through the window screens and blew a corner of the scriptures on the desk.

However, the slight movement soon fell silent. Except for the sound of two people breathing. There was no sound in the quiet room.

Fu Jun felt that she had slept the most comfortable sleep since the crossing.

Surrounded by warmth and tranquility, no longer worrying about the past, and no longer worrying about the past, no longer worrying about anger.

Everything seems to have been put down in this restful sleep.

That moment. She felt that she was light. As light as a dandelion. Blown by the warm east wind, drifting to another warm place.

It was in this warm and reassuring feeling that Fu Jun opened his eyes.

She thought she had slept for a long time. In fact, it was only half an hour.

When she opened her eyes, the sunlight outside the window had only deflected at an angle, and the birch trees stood upright in front of the window, and the beautiful trunks reflected on the window screen like a solemn ink line.

"Awake?" Meng Yuan's voice sounded in her ears, low and warm.

Fu Jun was shocked by the weirdness of her sleeping position.

She straightened up all of a sudden, and looked at Meng Yuan in surprise who was maintaining a kneeling posture.

"You...... Have you always been like this? She asked, her wide-open eyes still filled with the mist she had woken up to, misty and lovable.

Meng Yuan couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips again.

He moved his arm and changed his knees to sit before chuckling, "Who taught you to sleep so fast?" ”

Fu Jun's mood at the moment can be described as shameless.

"Then you won't wake me up." She whispered a little complainingly, and looked at his arms and legs again, "Does it hurt?" Is it numb? ”

"Little things." Meng Yuan stretched out his long arms nonchalantly and propped them behind him, "The field is ambushed, and you can't move for an hour or two." How long have you been? There was a smile in his tone.

Somehow these words made Fu Jun a little uncomfortable, as if he had been hit by something, and there was a slight pain on the tip of his heart.

"An ambush is a war, and it should not be neglected. Now it's not a war, it's nothing if I'm asleep, and you don't know how to move. Fu Jun said, a pair of hands had already touched his knees, "I'll rub it for you." ”

Meng Yuan looked at her with some amusement.

She looked the same way she did when she dressed him in the morning. The clear eye waves fell on his body, as clear as autumn water. On the dark robe, a pair of her small hands were pressed on the ground, and they were still rubbing vigorously, the flesh on the back of the hands was soft pink, and the nails were like petals.

At this time, he really wished that his knee could be injured a little, and it was not in vain that these little hands rubbed so hard.

The joy in his heart overflowed, and he was so satisfied that he wanted to sigh.

"Silly Ajun." He tapped his finger at the tip of her nose, sat up straight, wrapped her hand in his palm, and pulled it to his chest.

Fu Jun's center of gravity was unstable, and the person had already fit into his arms.

"Don't be sad." His breath was warm, and his voice was as low as a sigh, "With me by my side in the future, my mother's spirit in heaven will definitely protect us, and you will never be alone again." ”

His whispers were in her ears, and every word seemed to spray on her heart with heat and warmth.

She lay quietly in his arms.

Language doesn't matter anymore. What he wanted to say, what he wanted to express, she knew it all at this moment.

Maybe marriage is not reliable, or maybe love is not reliable.

However, there are still some people in this world who are worthy of her trust and dependence.

Although she didn't know how long this dependence would last, at least at this moment, at this point where time and space are intertwined, this moment is real. This quiet and warm afternoon is engraved here, never disappearing until the end of time.

For her, this moment is eternity.

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After the frost fell, the scenery of the Wenguo Mansion everywhere was bleak away, but the birch forest planted in the front yard was more and more beautiful, the straight shadow of the pole was like a private, the wind blew the leaves "rustling", and when people walked in the forest, they would feel a kind of autumn / day / blazing.

The 60th birthday of Meng Zhu, the Duke of Wen, was shortly after the frost fell.

Sixty is the whole life, and according to the customs of the Han Dynasty, it is necessary to do it well. Moreover, this is also the first grand event held by the Wenguo Mansion as the queen's mother's family, not to mention others, the Pei family was the first to get up, and since the end of August, he has been busy with Zhang Luo's birthday, and the Feng family and a cadre of stewards have been driven around.

Meng Zhu is now proud, his three sons are all promising, and his daughter is the queen, and he is also looking forward to this birthday feast, not only sent a competent steward to help Zhang Luo, but also let Meng Han take care of it.

However, Meng Zhu is cautious. Before doing his birthday, he deliberately found an opportunity to meet the saint, vaguely revealing that the government wanted to do a big job, and asked Liu Yun to show it. Its cautiousness is clear. (To be continued.) )