That beauty was wrapped in a thick layer of ice. She wore a snow-white gown, a hibiscus crown, skillful bow shoes, and a light yellow silver mud cloud robe. It was not a modern dress at all. She was extremely beautiful and gorgeous.
Extremely. Wuming didn't recognize this kind of clothing. He just felt it was vaguely familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it at all.
Wuming stared at the frozen beauty for a moment, his heart beating like a porphyry. He didn't know what was going on with him. His inner world, which had always been cold and arrogant, actually had a heartbeat beating when he faced this "ice beauty" for the first time.
It scares him but makes him want to get close.
He couldn't take his eyes away from the beautiful woman's body and face for a long time, and he couldn't think of how to describe her beauty.
The beautiful woman's hands are like catkins, her face is like Shunhua, her skin is like gelatin, and her breath is like orchids. If there is such a thing as "taking flowers as poses, the moon as gods, and willows as form", she should probably be bestowed upon this peerless beauty in front of her.
But Wuming couldn't think of these words of praise at all. He had a vague feeling in his heart, but he couldn't say a word and was stunned!
"The fragrance of Luo Weiqi's foil and powder, the graceful beauty of distant mountains" is used to describe a boudoir woman. In addition to the beauty in front of her, there is also a faint hint of nobility, coldness and arrogance, and an exquisite aura all over her body, even the ice.
Her jade skin, weak bones and slender shape also seem to be above all worldly matters, both ice and beauty, both cold and gorgeous, embodying the most moving charm of a woman.
This is the most beautiful woman in the legend.
This is also the most cherished yearning of all men in the world!
Wuming was stunned! It would be a pity if this woman was a dead person.
The light blue light just now came into view again. The light came from a small round bead. This strange bead was held in the beauty's other hand. Under the reflection of the pearl, the beauty's skin
It's not dehydrated at all, it's soft, crystal clear, and has a jade-like luster. It doesn't look like the skin of a dead person at all.
Wuming suddenly had an impulse, an impulse to break through the ice and rescue the beauty in the ice.
At this moment, he was no longer afraid. He didn't know that he had fallen in love with this beauty at first sight. He just felt that it would be a pity if she died. He might not be able to forget her in his life. Subconsciously, Wuming came closer and caressed her with his hand.
Unable to suppress the excitement in his heart, the iceman finally gritted his teeth, found a lot of dry firewood in the dark, and used a waterproof lighter to light a bonfire.
This lighter was picked up by Wuming in the garbage dump a few days ago. It was the only thing he felt was precious. Now it finally came in use, and he felt very happy. What was even more happy was that this precious thing could save lives.
Beauty in front of me.
Wuming held the frozen beauty and moved it to the fire, using the temperature of the fire to melt the ice cubes. He was careful, for fear of hurting the beauty's skin. Even a little bit of damage would be unforgivable to him.
After a while, the ice cubes gradually melted, and he could finally hold the beautiful woman's hands - they were warm and smooth at first, but how did they look like the hands of a dead person?
Wuming couldn't explain his behavior at this moment, let alone understand his mood. The faint body temperature coming from the other person's hand, as well as the elegant and attractive fragrance, further strengthened his approach. He said to himself: "No matter you
Who is it? If you can be resurrected, Wuming will definitely marry you in this life! If you can't survive, Wuming will build you the most luxurious ice palace so that you can stay with me forever and never leave me!"
Wuming has no special scheming, but still has the most primitive possessive desire. When he thinks about it, he makes up his mind to swear his heart's desire. He is a bit naive, but his true feelings are revealed. He is stubborn and determined, and for this desire of love, he will never know what will happen in the future.
What a hardship he has gone through, which he could not have predicted.
Time seemed to have stopped, passing very slowly. Wuming held the bead glowing with light blue, his eyes never leaving this frozen beauty. Finally, the entire ice melted, and his
I couldn't help but feel excited. I held the beautiful woman tightly in my arms, using my own body temperature to warm her and test her heartbeat.
At first, this peerless beauty didn't even have a beat of heart. Later, her heart gradually warmed up, and her soft and delicate little fingers moved slightly - this subtle movement could not escape Wuming's rapt eyes.
An indescribable feeling of joy suddenly filled his chest. He was not afraid at all, thinking to himself, this woman is not an evil ghost, this is Wuming's favorite woman, and she is the woman I will use my life's love to take care of and care for her.
At this moment, he felt that he was no longer a stupid boy who knew nothing, but a good, responsible and courageous man who should take full responsibility to take care of the woman he loved most.
And that woman will be this miraculously resurrected woman. He must marry her!
A long time, a long time.
The frozen beauty finally woke up. The moment she opened her eyes, Wuming felt that the whole world lit up.
"Ah, you finally woke up?" Wuming stroked the beauty's delicate cheek, and said the first sentence to her in the most gentle way, but he stuttered a little: "I...I'm so happy, so happy!"
"Where is this place? Why am I here?" The beauty blinked her charming eyes, her tone was cold and joyful, and she struggled out of Wuming's arms, "Who are you? Why are you holding me?"
"I am your savior," Wuming said softly, "You have too many problems. Take a break and don't talk too much, okay?"
The beauty nodded, sat aside obediently, looked at Wuming curiously, and thought to herself: "This man is so handsome. The nanny said that in a new world, there will be a man worthy of my love to take care of me, and it will be him."
Is that so? Qin is a sad place, and no man is good. I hope this new world won’t make me sad anymore.”
Wuming stared at her in fascination, never leaving her face, which made her a little shy and at a loss.
"What's your name? You don't look like a modern person!" Wuming asked. Thinking that he also came out of an overseas iceberg, he couldn't help but feel emotional. Is it fate that two men and women of unknown origins met like this?
Arrangements?
"My name is Die Wu, Ying Die Wu." The beauty sighed, her eyes suddenly fell into extreme sadness, and she said faintly, "The youngest daughter of Qin Shihuang."
Wuming was stunned, almost unable to believe his eyes. He once heard an old man on the roadside telling a story that Qin Shihuang was an emperor more than three thousand years ago. Unexpectedly, the woman he saved turned out to be an emperor more than three thousand years ago.