Chapter 212: I Want to Have a Child 5 Too

On this night, the moonlight was very dim, and in the sky above the barracks, the faint light of the lower quarter moon was revealed.

Natsuhime sat in her chair for a long time and looked at the moonlight outside the window. She didn't feel sleepy, not because of the poor environment in the barracks, nor because she had gone to a strange place after sleeping in the open air. In fact, she has long been accustomed to the bumpy rush along the way, and she can fall asleep no matter how simple the environment is. The current queen's tent is already luxurious compared to the rush on the road, but this night, she is obviously tired, but she does not have the slightest sleep.

At the door, a temporary maid was also tired, leaning against the door and yawning.

Xia Ji was a little thirsty, and habitually shouted "Bi Tao", but no one answered, she remembered that Bi Tao was long gone, and she fell into the hands of the enemy, maybe there was less luck.

She went to the door, looked at the new maid who was dozing, and said nothing, but turned back and sat down quietly.

The candlelight crackled, and the wick dimmed. She quietly stretched out her hand and saw the scars in her palms - she would never forget the first real wedding night between herself and Ziling! Faintly, she actually felt that her palms were very painful, as if something was about to burst out of the scars of the past.

There was a sound of footsteps at the door, it was Zi Ling. I could only hear him ask the maid, "Is the queen the queen bed?"

The maid was confused, "Back to the king, the mother has already gone to bed......"

"It's ...... anyway"

At this point, the footsteps were far away.

Natsuhime suddenly stood up and strode out.

At that time, Zi Ling was about to walk out of the door, she ran a few steps, trotted to him, and held his hand tightly from behind, her voice was very urgent: "Zi Ling...... Zi Ling ......"

He replied lightly, and the next moment, she had already hugged his waist from behind, and tears rained down: "Zi Ling...... Zi Ling...... Are you really you? Are you the Spirit?"

......

The second quarter moon was so deserted, at that time, Zi Ling actually felt a faint sadness. He didn't know where this sourness came from, but he felt the little hands holding his waist tremble so much.

After a while, he whispered: "It's me...... Of course it's me......"

"Zi Ling...... Do you know who I am......?

"Of course you are the widow's queen Natsuhime......"

Her face was buried in his vest, and tears were soaking through his vest. It's like this simple two-sentence answer, which has used up all her strength.

He turned around suddenly, hugged her tightly in his arms, almost greedily breathed in the familiar scent of her body, and muttered, "Natsuhime...... It's Natsuhime...... It's Natsuhime...... How could I not even remember Natsuhime?"

He clearly remembered all the past and all the details with her, but he only lacked the most subtle affection and affection of that part-

But perhaps it was the moonlight, or perhaps her tears, or perhaps the faint familiar scent of her, that awakened certain factors in the air that had long since left him completely, and he felt his heart beat slightly—like a strange man meeting a strange woman for the first time......

What's more, under the moonlight, she was so beautiful and so moving, that even the whole moonlight in front of her hid in the clouds because of her shame.

He suddenly throbbed, and his big hands hugged her tightly, gentle and eager: "Xia Ji...... Natsuhime......"