He closed his eyes, exhausted his complicated emotions, and when he opened them again, he saw her face full of confusion.

She took a step back at some point, and looked at him with pure eyes, which were full of strangeness.

"Follow me." He said, his voice slightly hoarse.

Lou Zhan held a hand behind his back and turned around and walked into the snow. There is no umbrella, no cloak to protect from the wind and snow, and you are alone in the snow.

Yirong saw a paper umbrella leaning on the railing, and hurriedly opened it and chased after it.

"You forgot to hold an umbrella."

She held the paper umbrella high above his head, only hating that her body was a little petite, and it was a little laborious to lift it.

She stood on tiptoe and struggled to raise the umbrella high, hoping to shelter him from the wind and snow.

Lou Zhan looked at her laborious appearance, and couldn't bear it, but he still ruthlessly brushed her arm away, and the paper umbrella in his hand fell into the snow because of his action. The two are opposite, Yirong is a little aggrieved, what happened to him?

However, Lou Zhan just glanced at her coldly and said, "You just need to hold your umbrella." ”

Tears welled up in Yirong's eyes, wondering why he was so capricious.

He was so affectionate to himself just now, just like a real husband and wife in the mouth of the nurse, but in a blink of an eye, he was so indifferent and ruthless, and even her voice had some crying: "I'm just afraid that you will suffer from the cold......"

As she spoke, she ran a few steps to pick up the umbrella, and when she looked up, she saw that he had already walked several steps.

Yirong followed up and raised the umbrella high.

"Husband......

She called out to him cautiously.

He paused abruptly at the sound, stopped where he was, and looked back at her.

She was in a hurry and accidentally crashed into his arms. Yirong raised her head and looked at him, he looked at her intently, watching her open her small mouth, staring at her beautiful eyes, looking up at him blankly, her face was red, more delicate than rubbing rouge, forcing him to kiss Fangze.

Thinking so, his throat naturally rolled up and down, and he swallowed unconsciously.

She blinked, met his visibly hot eyes, and suddenly pursed her lips and smiled at him.

Such a look made her feel happy, he must not hate himself, otherwise why would he have such a look.

Lou Zhan lowered his head, put it to her ear, and asked her quietly, "What did you call me just now?" Call it again. ”

The tenderness of his words and the hot breath that sprayed on her neck made her body limp, and this strange feeling bewitched her, and she opened her lips in a delicate tone: "Husband." ”

Lou Zhan was shocked, and somewhere in his heart instantly softened. He wished he could hold her under him and possess her without any qualms, but he couldn't, he couldn't be so impulsive, he had to think about their future.

Now, they are husband and wife in name, but in the final analysis, he married her for another purpose, and he can't guarantee what the outcome will be in the future. What he can do is try not to have children, he doesn't want her to be burdened, he doesn't want her to be separated from the children, it's better not to have them at all, so they can't have sex yet. He tried to restrain his desires.

He couldn't let her get hurt.

"Husband?"

Yirong was puzzled and called him again.

Lou Zhan hummed softly, leaned his face on her neck, sniffed deeply, the fragrance of virginity suddenly broke into his snort, he couldn't help but sigh, closed his eyes, and felt the impulse in his body.

Snow fell on their heads and shoulders. Lou Zhan dusted off the falling snow on her body, and then distanced herself between the two.

"Rong'er, you can hold your own umbrella, I don't need to, I like snow." Lou Zhan said softly. His voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were slightly misty.

Yirong's cheeks instantly dyed crimson, and he called him so affectionate, Rong'er, Rong'er...... No one had ever called her that.

He walked forward again, and Yirong followed him with an umbrella and asked him, "Why does my husband like snow?" ”

At first, Lou Zhan walked very fast, he was tall, his steps were big, and he walked quickly, so it was difficult for Yirong to keep up, but in the end, Lou Zhan unconsciously followed Yirong's steps, he walked very slowly, very slowly, just to wait for her to keep up......

The two eventually came to a garden.

Passing through the garden, I saw a small attic, and next to the attic was a courtyard with the words "Chaolu Temple".

"Husband, are we living in this courtyard?"

Lou Zhan nodded and said, "Yes, it's just the two of us." ”

Yirong followed Lou Zhan to a room, pushed the door in, and it was very spacious and clean. Yirong saw her package on the table at a glance, so she took the umbrella and asked, "Husband, where did the nurse go?" ”

Lou Zhan lit the lamp, closed the door, and lit the stove himself.

"The nurse has her own place to live, you don't have to worry."

Soon, the stove was burning, and there was a candle flame in the room, and there was warmth.

When the two of them were silent, there was always a certain embarrassment in the air, especially when Yirong felt at a loss - she began to look at him secretly again after reading the layout of the room.

I have to say that Lou Zhan is very tall and looks very strong because of his martial arts training, his skin is slightly dark, his face is angular, he is not smiling, he has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he is dressed in a colored robe, but he is very charming when he wears ordinary clothes.

It's just that when he doesn't smile, the indifference between his eyebrows and eyes is simply rejected.

Yirong couldn't help but think of him commanding thousands of troops and horses on the battlefield, he must be very powerful...... The battlefield was so dangerous, how did he defeat so many people until he became a general?

She had heard before that Lou Zhan joined the army at the age of fifteen, and after entering the barracks, he studied martial arts very hard, and studied for more than half a year, killing dozens of enemies on the battlefield for the first time. The Great Yan Dynasty is still martial, and people like him are naturally easy to appreciate.

In addition, he is also self-taught, from the beginning of not even writing his own name to the later proficient in writing and ink, can be described as a rare talent.

It is reasonable that he can be appreciated by the emperor, and almost no one among the disciples of those families can compare.

The room slowly warmed up, and Yirong was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes.

"Rong'er, are you hungry?"

When she was half asleep, she suddenly heard Lou Zhan's voice, and Yirong opened her eyes and saw him pushing herself.

"Husband, are you hungry?"

She didn't say whether she was hungry or not, but asked him first, Lou Zhan couldn't laugh or cry, gently touched the top of her hair, and responded: "Of course I'm hungry, in order to wait for you to eat together, I will ask someone to keep dinner, and someone will bring it later." ”

Yirong listened to Lou Zhan's somewhat doting tone and shook her head.