Bars looked at Qin Liu in disbelief: "Would you rather die than be with me?" ”

Qin Liu didn't answer him, but said: "You are a Mongol, I am a Han, and I am incompatible. I don't like the cold of the grassland, and I can't get used to the food on the grassland. Now that Erlang is dead and Dalang is gone, what reason do I have to stay on the grassland? Bars, you are a man, so you cut me with a knife and go back to the steppe cleanly to be your great Jinong! ”

Zheng!

The sword in Bars's hand was unsheathed, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Qin Liu's chest. "Come with me!"

Qin Liu smiled and took a step forward, his towering chest against the tip of Bars's sword, and Bars was so frightened that he withdrew his hand and his pupils shrank.

He knows best the beauty and gentleness of this woman, he can't put down every inch of her skin, where is he willing to really fight her.

But what's the fun of living without her? All that remains is the endless responsibility.

Bars wants to carry Qin Liu up and leave, I will tie you to the grassland and to Duolun.

However, as soon as he took a step forward, he saw the figure of Zhu Yue's heroic warrior at the gate of the courtyard, as well as the heavily armed armored soldiers behind him.

There are not many Mongolians he brought, and it is not easy to get out of the country, let alone a reluctant woman.

If the sword has no eyes and hurts Qin Liu, how can he be willing to do it?

A flash of hatred flashed in Bars' eyes, and he withdrew from the backyard with his men.

Before leaving, looking back at the cottage where he had lived, Bals felt like he was in a different world.

In this poor, cramped hut, in this not very spacious courtyard, he spent the short but calm and warm days of his life, and met the woman who made his heart move and wanted to spend his life together.

They are all so depressed, but they can support each other, and their lives are dull and tasteful.

If time could be turned back, he would still want to go back to that cottage and be an ordinary meat-cutting boy, hoping that his beautiful shopkeeper would come to him in the dark night.

Bars walked crisply, as if he had taken away Qin Liu's spine bones.

She collapsed to the ground.

The arrival of Bars still made her feel uplifted, but his departure still made her heartbroken.

In this world, for two consecutive lifetimes, the only man she has entrusted with and wants to spend her life with is Bars.

How sweet it is when you embrace, how painful it is when you part.

She knew that with this parting, she had completely lost Bars, her lover.

Later, when she went south, there were very few chances for them to see each other again.

No matter how generous the Ming is, it is impossible to allow the future steppe khan to go back and forth freely in the territory of the Ming Dynasty and go deep into the hinterland.

Ma Ang helped Qin Liu up from the ground.

This woman has not seen her for a year, her complexion has deteriorated a lot, and she looks heartbroken.

He wanted to help her to the Westinghouse, where she had lived, but she refused, and insisted on sitting in the hall and holding up her spirits to greet herself.

Maang didn't insist, the long-uninhabited Westhouse was covered with dust, and he couldn't lie down when he entered the house.

The woman actually asked him how he was doing and if everything was okay at home.

How can you live?

Over the years, doesn't she know what she thinks about her?

He didn't want to talk to her, he didn't want to see her feel sorry for another man.

Has she ever felt sorry for herself?

For her sake, he married that shameless woman. But what about her, she actually hooked up with other men in front of herself.

Can't she just wait for herself?

The powerful Zhu Yue is just that, he Ma Ang, no matter his status or appearance, he can't compare, he loses convincingly.

But the little mute, he is a little kid who lives on women, and she actually gets along with him!

Even though he was a Mongolian prince, he still married another woman, and like himself, he couldn't give her a name.

She was so sad for him!

Where have you put my feelings over the years?

Ma Ang kept a calm face, ignored Qin Liu's superficial greetings, and strode out of the hall.

Zhu Yue and the others didn't know where they went, and he waved his hand when the courtyard was empty, asking the people he brought to go to the county to rest.

Maang looked at the blue sky, took a few deep breaths, turned back to the house, took a rag, and cleaned the Westinghouse little by little.

They designed and built this room together.

He once envisioned that in the future, he would live in this room with Qin Liu, and let Ma Yue live in his own room.

The future of the Li family, he carries it all on his shoulders.

But at this point, do they have a future?

In the hall, Li Laohan had silently returned to his east room, leaving only Qin Liu in a daze.

Maang cleaned up the Westinghouse, took out the clean bedding from the closet, and spread it out. This wardrobe was discussed with Qin Liu, and in the end, he made the decision and made a five-door wardrobe, on the grounds that Qin Liu was a woman, so she should have a big wardrobe and hold a lot of clothes she liked.

When he was promoted, he went to pull a few pieces of floral cloth and put this beautiful and hardworking woman in bright clothes.

Ma Ang helped the sluggish Qin Liu to the West House, but hugged her tightly.

For the first time, his feelings for her were revealed.

Now, he is already a military attache of the fourth grade, and he is also a high-ranking official, that Qu can't think of hanging himself, he has a widower, and it is very suitable for a widow.

Qin Liu let Ma Ang hold her, and she also reached out to hug him, trying her best to absorb the warmth in his arms.

Maang was the first man she had a crush on since she came into this world.

She had imagined that they would get married and even have children here.

But so what?

He didn't marry someone else just like that.

Qin Liu stood on tiptoe in self-abandonment and kissed Ma Ang's lips.

Maang was stunned.

Blue sky and white day, widows and widows, lonely men and widows, living in the same room.

He simply picked up Qin Liu, closed the door of the West House with his feet, and the two got on the kang together.

……

When it was dark, Ma Ang got up and got dressed, and gently kissed Qin Liu's somewhat red and swollen mouth.

"I'll cook, you rest first."

That night, Ma Ang stayed here and finalized with Qin Liu the matter of getting married and visiting the church the next day.

He was originally a native of Shabaozi Town, and he has been working here for several years, and he is well-connected, so he can get twice the result with half the effort.

Most of the townsfolk know about their old things, and they even joked about them a few years ago, and getting married is just a treat to a wedding wine.

From now on, she will be Maang's wife, and she has nothing to do with anyone else.

Qin Liu wore a red hijab on his head, and his heart was extremely sour when he worshipped each other amid the lively coaxing of the villagers and the noisy sound of firecrackers.

The last time Ma Ang got married, she and her two children were bystanders, and Erlang cried so angrily that he didn't see it lively.

Now she herself and Ma Ang are married, but the two children are separated from each other, and neither of them can come to her wedding.

A few years have passed, and it seems like a dream. Coming full circle, she was back here.

What reminded her that this was not yesterday was the high wall between the courtyards of the Li family and the Ma family. (End of chapter)