Twilight is desolate.

Yan Cang returned home drunk, and from afar, he saw a delicate. The small figure stood at the door of the house waiting for him.

Seeing him come back, she hurriedly greeted him, draped the clothes in her hand behind him, smelled his breath, and frowned lightly, "Have you drunk?" ”

"Nope." A faint smile appeared on Yan Cang's always gloomy face, and he grabbed Xiao Mu's thin waist with his big hand and walked home, and said, "Miss Murong drank a lot of wine, and I was smoked by her." ”

Hearing this, Xiao Mu's heart relaxed a little, and as soon as he entered the door, he undressed him, "I just boiled hot water, I'll make a basin of water for you to wash." ”

The upper body was stripped naked, Yan Cang's face also came up, stuck to Xiao Mu's neck socket, and inhaled the milk aroma on her body, only to feel that her brain was much clearer, and her mouth began to kiss dishonestly.

Xiao Mu hugged his head, kissed him for a long time with a red face, saw that his strength was getting heavier and heavier, and his hand also slid down, so he hurriedly stopped his hand, and said shyly: "Don't hurt the child......"

Yan Cang's hand couldn't help but stop, and he lowered his eyes to look at the woman's slightly bulging abdomen, she was thin, and her stomach was not obvious for more than three months.

He touched her belly, but suddenly remembered another woman in his mind, she was also pregnant, her belly was more than a circle bigger than Xiao Mu, the month should be more than five months, there was no flesh on her face, and her complexion was not very good.

From the young marshal's wife to the commander's wife, I am afraid that this journey is also indispensable, and she has to travel thousands of miles to save her husband with a big belly, she is really a heroine.

The corners of Yan Cang's lips couldn't help but hook up a smile.

Xiao Mu looked at his face and felt that his smile was a little weird, "Ah Cang, what's wrong?" ”

Yan Cang came back to his senses, looked at Xiao Mu's delicate face, and then realized who the woman standing in front of him was, the smile on the corner of his lips turned into a smile, he kissed her face, and said, "Give me a wash." ”

The steaming hot water poured on Yan Cang's shoulder, and the water flowed down the scars on his body, submerged into his navel, wetting the edge of his pants, Xiao Mu touched the pitted wounds on his body, even if he was used to it, he still couldn't help but feel distressed.

"Why don't you ......," Komaki carefully suggested, "let's quit the army and go back to our hometown." I raise the sheep, you graze, and we can still be fed and clothed. ”

Yan Cang knew that the woman was distressed by the injuries on his body, grabbed her hand, tilted his head slightly and comforted: "Now that the most difficult time has passed, there will be good days ahead, you don't have to worry." ”

Xiao Mu sighed softly in her heart, how could she not worry.

From the time she picked him up at the foot of the mountain, he was seriously injured and dying, if he hadn't learned some medical skills and worked hard to save his life, I'm afraid he would have gone to the Ghost Gate to see Lord Yama.

Later, the two of them were together, and the injuries on his body were not broken, and when someone bullied her, he helped her fight, he fought really hard, and his fists could make people bleed, such a person must be an outlaw.

Looking at his scarred body, she knew that this man's background was not ordinary, but she still followed him, first, because she was too lonely, second, she also wanted to find someone to protect him, and thirdly-

She really liked him.

"Why did Miss Murong drink so much wine, or was it for that Commander Duan in Fengtian?" Komaki asked curiously.

Speaking of Duan Hanting, Yan Cang's eyes became a little colder, and he let out a light "um".

Xiao Mu couldn't help but sigh, "The brothers and sisters of the Murong family are really more infatuated than the other. Miss Murong is like this, and so is Murong Dashuai. ”

Murong Yan is fine, as for Murong Heng......

Yan Cang's lips stretched out a sarcastic arc, he had seen someone who was even more bastard than him to women, it was this Murong handsome.

……

Geng Geng Xinghan dotted the inky blue night sky.

There was a young woman sitting by the window, holding a book on her lap, but her eyes were not focused on the book, but on the distant sky.

When Murong Heng returned to the room, he saw a crimson figure under the dark blue sky, and the long wind slid through the window, blowing layers of ripples on her nightdress, so beautiful and moving.

He stood at the door, looking at this picture, quietly smoking a cigarette, a faint white smoke slowly escaping from his nose, and the sparks flickering between his fingers made his dark eyes disappear.

"What are you looking at?"

Murong Heng asked lightly, extinguished his cigarette, and walked towards the woman.

The woman heard his voice, but ignored it, until the man walked up to her and took her book, she lazily raised her eyelids, a pair of fawn eyes slightly upturned, clear and coquettish.

"Stones."

Murong Heng flipped through the cover of the book, read it slowly, and asked lightly, "Is it good-looking?" You've seen it many times. ”

"It's pretty." The woman's voice is soft and sweet, like the filling in a snowy mooncake. The legs are curled up, hugging the knees, and the bare feet are different from the emaciation on the body, and the fleshy toes are very cute.

She poked him with her toes, having a lot of fun, Murong Heng grabbed one of her little feet, rubbed two big rough hands on it, met her electrified eyes, wrapped her legs, and picked the person up.

Putting the person on the big bed made of brocade, Murong Heng took off his clothes in a hurry, and opened the woman's nightdress.

The bed curtain was lowered, and soon there was a coquettish moaning sound inside, like the silver hook crescent moon on the horizon, hooking directly into people's hearts.

The woman lay on the bed a little carelessly, her legs curled up casually at his waist, looking at his shaky face and the bruised tendons on his forehead, looking intently at such a resolute handsome face, the bottom of her eyes was obscure.

She suddenly said: "I heard about something today, which coincides with the content of the stone record, tell you about it?" ”

Murong Heng picked up the woman, changed into a comfortable position, and said in a dumb voice, "You say." ”

The woman moved, her body slowly lowered, and she came to his face, and with this movement, the inside became deeper, Murong Heng's mind was a little hot for a while, and the whole person was in a trance.

So much so that when I looked at the face of the woman in front of me, it coincided with another woman.

The woman's soft voice sounded in his ears, "I heard a sentence, 'Climb the ashes and climb the ashes, raise the little uncle and raise the little uncle'......"

A sentence made Murong Heng's body stiffen violently like an electric current, and his heart trembled.

The look in his eyes at the woman also changed, and he almost unconsciously popped out of his mouth with a name, "Snow ......"

As soon as the woman's eyes were cold, she raised her hand and slapped the man, hitting extremely loudly, but in the next moment, she held his face again and made a grievance, "Si Shao recognized the wrong person again, I am Fu Xin, not Cheng Xuese." ”

Murong Heng was stunned, and looked at the woman with some apprehension.

She is Fu Xin, not Cheng Xuese.

Snow was already dead, and she died in front of him, crying for her life.

Murong Heng's face turned cold, and his throat seemed to be blocked by sand, he pinched Fu Xin's neck and pressed her against the wall, and asked in a cold voice, "Where did you hear this?" ”

Fu Xin looked panicked and looked at him blankly, "Many people outside are saying, it's the late lady, Miss Cheng." She cuckolded you, didn't she? A girl from the countryside, where did you say she got the courage to dare to climb onto the bed of the handsome man behind her back, any woman who sees you standing with the handsome will not hesitate to choose you, so I think Miss Cheng must have something wrong with her brain, don't you say? ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she was slapped in the face.

Murong Heng nodded her nose, her face was full of coldness, "Don't say bad things about her, you don't have that qualification!" ”

Left face fire. In a spicy pain, Fu Xin covered his face, his eyes were full of tears, and he cried aggrievedly: "Aren't I fighting for you." ”

Murong Heng was upset, and he didn't comfort the woman, hastily lifted his pants, put on his clothes and left.

The curtain of the bed shook twice in the aftermath, and finally calmed down, and there was no sound inside.

Fu Xin didn't come out to chase people, just lay on his back on the messy big bed, a little weak, his eyes were heavy, and his eyes were full of dark clouds woven by haze.

Cheng Xuese, who used to kneel in front of Murong Heng, could not necessarily get him a look, but after he died, he was actually able to make him angry because of someone else's slander, is it weak-hearted, or funny?

The corners of Fu Xin's lips hooked up a cold sarcastic smile, life is like a play, they are all the best actors.

But it's time for this farce to end.