She didn't speak, tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, making his palms wet.

Yu Xiheng frowned slightly.

He wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a tissue, and his voice became softer every inch: "Did you dream about your sister again?"

Only in dreams and when she is sick does she reveal her true side.

He was really, really distressed.

He bent down, took her out of the game cabin, and asked again: "What nightmare did you have?"

She suddenly raised her head, locked her eyes tightly with him, and called out: "Yu Xiheng."

This was the first time she called him by his full name.

He has always been a person who doesn't care about his name.

He was unknown in his previous life, and received a lot of cold looks when he ascended to the throne of God.

But when his name came out of her mouth, his heart moved slightly.

Yu Xiheng paused: "Huh?"

"You can't leave me too." Si Fuqing hugged him, she gritted her teeth and trembled, "Absolutely not."

In fact, she is not old, but she has seen too many deaths.

It is true that death can bring growth, but she doesn't want to experience it again.

Yu Xiheng's arms couldn't help but tremble, and his heart was shocked by these words.

It was clearly a command, but it couldn't be called gentle.

But to his ears, it sounded extremely pleasant.

He laughed softly and hugged her tighter: "I should be the one to say this."

She is like an erratic wind, doing things as she pleases and being frivolous and undisciplined.

Hard to catch.

He was afraid that if he let go, she would disappear quickly.

But now she is getting closer to him and opening her heart gradually.

"I won't." Si Fuqing rested her chin on his shoulder and said in a muffled voice, "Don't beat him up."

He admitted his mistake naturally: "I was wrong."

Si Fuqing glanced at him and warned fiercely: "If you dare to leave, I will find a hundred and eight young people in front of your grave to piss you off. Anyway, the people chasing me in the entertainment industry have already lined up in the Western Continent.

"

Yu Xiheng fell silent.

He was really angry.

There are so many points of attack in one sentence.

"Okay, I'm here." He patted her back and coaxed her patiently, "Stop crying, it's very harmful to your body."

"Let's go have breakfast, okay?"

Si Fuqing wiped the tears on his face indiscriminately: "Well, let's go."

She was pulled by him to the dining table, like an adult leading a child.

The buns are freshly baked and still steaming hot.

Si Fuqing picked up one of them and took a bite.

Yu Xiheng pushed a glass of hot milk over.

Warmth flows into the stomach, blowing away the coldness of summer and winter.

Si Fuqing held the milk and drank it slowly. She suddenly raised her head, with bright fox eyes: "Brother Ninth, let's elope."

Yu Xiheng's eyebrows moved and she became more interested: "Elope?"

"I have no announcement this week." Si Fuqing said, "Today I will live broadcast to celebrate my birthday with my fans, and we will go to Xizhou for a walk. How about going to Zhongzhou from Xizhou?"

"Take it to no one and tell no one."

After Emperor Yin died, because he left a will, she asked her to scatter his ashes among the rivers and mountains of the five states of Daxia.

No matter how reluctant and sad the three families and four alliances were, they still had to let her take away Emperor Yin's ashes...

So she scattered his ashes into various rivers along the road from Xizhou to Zhongzhou.

He fought in all directions on this land during his lifetime, and after his death he became one with these flowers, plants and trees, free from restraints. It was indeed a good destination.

She wanted to walk again along the path that he had not been able to complete during his lifetime.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Yu Xiheng raised his head, "I recently learned a new word, and they said it's called honeymoon?"

Si Fuqing was expressionless: "There will be a honeymoon after marriage."

"Then wait until we get married." Yu Xiheng raised her hand to lift her hair, smiling lightly, "I can still wait."

**

At eight o'clock, Si Fuqing returned to the bedroom.

She walked to the back of the game cabin and opened the storage box.

There was a jade bottle lying quietly in the originally empty box.

Si Fuqing paused and took out the jade bottle.

She also kept some of Emperor Yin's ashes, but she didn't expect to actually bring them out.

This also proved that he was really dead and did not even leave a body behind.

Si Fuqing found a sachet embroidered with a dragon and bird, poured the ashes into it, and wrapped it carefully.

Si Fuqing whispered: "I'll show you Daxia. It's really not a dream."

She sat in front of the window until there was a knock on the door.

"Qingqing." Yu Xiheng called her, "The live broadcast equipment is ready for you."

"Here we come." Si Fuqing ran over, "You're not allowed to come in while I'm live broadcasting."

Yu Xiheng lowered her eyelashes: "Okay."

Si Fuqing didn't believe this black-hearted monster.

She entered the study and locked the door.

The mousse guys have been waiting obediently in the live broadcast room.

As soon as she turned on the camera, dense barrage appeared on the screen.

[Happy birthday, baby Qingqing! It’s the second anniversary!]

[Wife, wife! You wait for me at Xiamen University, I will take the college entrance examination next year! 】

[Goddess, are you going to guest star in the variety show "Historical Relics"? I'm ready!]

Si Fuqing answered them one by one, very patiently.

After some time, a voice sounded from outside the door.

"Qingqing, do you want some water?"

The last three words happened to fall into an empty space and came through clearly.

The barrage disappeared instantly.

Si Fuqing's fist hardened.

A few seconds later, the barrage began to surge exponentially.

【Ah ah ah ah! What's going on?】

【Did you hear the man’s voice? I heard it!】

[Holy shit, is there a man hiding in my wife’s house? Wife, you can’t let me go. 】

"What man's voice?" Si Fuqing took a sip of water calmly, "Then did you hear the voices of old people, children, or anything else?"

When she said this sentence, she used four voices.

Men, women, old and young.

Mousse: "..."

[...Excuse me, I forgot that this perverted woman has dozens of voices. 】

[Honey, to be honest, if you don’t become an undercover intelligence agent, your skills will be wasted.]

Si Fuqing looked at this barrage with great regret.

Her style is too violent, and she often has no chance to do this kind of intelligence work.
To be continued...