It was just a few glances, but it seemed like I had seen them all my life.
Yan Wei'er's tears flowed gently into the palm of Jilian Bino's hand, with a sad sadness and long separation. It seemed that only hysterical hugs, selfless kisses, and even endless lingering could express the love.
One ten thousandth of the suffering.
But, no.
She just looked at him quietly, not even daring to blink, for fear that when she opened her eyes again, he would disappear.
From his deep black eyes, she saw her little image, which was deeply engraved in his eyes. Even if they were separated for a longer time, he would still remember her original appearance.
It's like meeting each other in a dream.
Jilianbino gently touched her face, eyes, nose, lips, and finally fell to the corners of her crystal eyes. Her tears almost burned his hand.
He opened his mouth, but couldn't speak. There was a burning sensation in his throat, which made his heart ache.
She couldn't speak either. She opened her red lips several times, but she couldn't utter a single word. However, thousands of words rushed into her chest, making her feel hot and painful.
It's a real pain.
Even the simplest word: promise cannot be exhaled from the chest. How forbearing and disbelieving is that?
Hey, No!
She didn't know whether she screamed or not? Tears, drop by drop, continued to burn his hand.
The candlelight pulsed, and the beating flame flickered.
As if in a dream, Jilianbino's lips were gently close to the corners of her eyes. Her tears were salty, astringent, and bitter.
He pressed close to her ear and squeezed out a hoarse voice from his throat: "I'm not in my hometown, I'm in a foreign land. I miss you so much, my window is filled with worry, and when I think about it carefully, I laugh at the moon and become crazy."
I don't know when she also recited this little poem in his ear with him. Even if it became famous in Kyoto and spread all over the world, it was just a work of her longing for him.
Only he understands what she writes.
If he understands, that's enough.
From beginning to end, it was just her and him.
"I'm sorry, Bie Nuo." Yan Wei'er's blurred eyes were full of pain. She said, I'm sorry because she lost his child.
To Ji Lianbeino's ears, he thought he was treating people outside behind his back, so he was arrested by Feng Chuyang: "Fool, I don't blame you. I'm just worried that you will be in danger."
He still doted on her, as long as she was still there, it was more important than anything else. This was his purpose of not chasing, rescuing, or alerting the snake.
Yan Wei'er held onto Jilian Bino's hand tightly: "Next time, I promise there will be another next time. I will definitely pay attention next time." She foolishly promised him that one day in the future, she would definitely
I want to give him another child.
"What? There's a next time?" Jilianbino stared at her. How worried should this naughty little woman make him?
She sat up and snuggled into his arms.
She chuckled, this embrace was what she liked. It was so solid and warm.
"Come home with me, madam." Quilenbino hugged the little person in his arms, feeling relieved.
"I will stay for a while." Yan Wei'er lay in his arms. When she said this, she refused to raise her head and just buried herself in his chest.
Thump, thump, his heartbeat was still a rhythm she was familiar with, a melody that only she could hear.
But Jilianbino refused to let her do what she wanted. He raised her head and looked at him: "What else do you want to do? Do you still think I haven't missed you long enough?"
"At the most serious level, I can stately say that it is for the people; at the most minor level, I want revenge."
She wanted to avenge her child, but he thought it was for the experience of being kidnapped.
"Let me do these, okay?" Ji Lianbino coaxed her: "Go back with me first and discuss it in the long run."
"Bie Nuo, I have thought of hundreds of ways to escape, at least one or two of them should be effective, but I have tried all kinds of tricks along the way just to stay and steal some useful information.
Or, let Feng Chuyang pass by and treat the people kindly. At that time, you know how miserable the broken pillars were, Bie Nuo." Yan Wei'er looked at him closely.
"How can I let you stay here? You will die at any time." Ji Lembino was anxious.
"Bie Nuo, I don't know how you got in? But there are heavy guards here. It's impossible to escape with Jasmine, me, and Anu." Yan Wei'er looked at Ji Lian Bie Nuo in confusion: "
Where are the guards outside?"
"The guards have been replaced by your brother Qin San and Hua Yi." Jilian Bino smiled calmly.
"Then why don't you let Hua Yi come in and meet Jasmine?" Yan Weier was about to jump out of bed and rush out of the tent.
"He refused to come in for fear of causing trouble. He is now wearing guard clothes and standing guard at the door." Ji Lianbino explained clearly: "The same goes for your brother Qin San, otherwise he would have come in to see you long ago."
Yan Wei'er was not willing to listen, so she pulled Jasmine out from behind the screen.
Jasmine also understood that Hua Yi was outside, but as soon as she opened the tent, she immediately put it down with her usual expression: "Madam, you go talk to the young master. I am standing here. I feel that he is outside, so I
enough."
Yan Weier calmly turned around and saw clearly that Jilian Bino's black clothes were stained with a lot of grass, leaves and soil. He didn't know how many hardships he had to go through before he could meet her.
But Jasmine could only stand in the tent and feel her husband's breathing.
She suddenly deeply regretted that she had been soft-hearted and left Jasmine by her side again. She had missed her, so she understood.
She just threw herself into Jilianbino's arms again. This time, it was tighter, deeper and harder.
"Bie Nuo, just wait for me." Yan Wei'er's face was filled with excitement: "I will definitely protect myself." She promised him.
"Follow me." Jilianbino firmly held her slender waist with one hand and scratched her nose with the other: "There is no need to discuss. I will get you out tonight no matter what."
"
"Bie Nuo, you should go back to the camp now and think more about how to win the battle in Huishan and how to drive the 300,000 troops north of the Moon River. And didn't I just give you information?" Yan
Wei'er pulled it apart innocently.
"Do you think Feng Chuyang is a fool? Little woman!" Jilian Bino frowned, dressed in black, which made him look majestic.
"He is not a fool, but he is possessed by a demon and fell under the poison planted by Master Fu Lin." Yan Wei'er sighed leisurely: "If I had known that he was such a love-struck person, why would I have delayed his illness and killed him...
…”
She stopped talking, feeling pain in her heart again, and did not dare to say any more.
He didn't hear clearly and didn't ask any questions, but his eyes were full of doubts: "Infatuated?"
Yan Wei'er shook his head: "I can't tell what kind of person he is. It's just that he is somewhat different from the person I originally knew. Otherwise, I either couldn't keep my innocence, or I would have been a corpse long ago.
A cold corpse."
Her eyes were blank. Feng Chuyang was like a child sometimes, easy to coax. He looked so cruel that even massacre of the city was nothing in his eyes. But sometimes, he had a good temper.
No matter how she angered him, provoked him, or angered him, he would just smile and pass her off.
Even just like just now, his eyes were filled with so much helplessness. So she knew in her heart that he was not as heartless as he appeared on the surface. Maybe there was a way to make him kill less, or preferably not kill anyone.
It's just that war is so cruel. Either you kill me or I kill you.
A life and death game.
Even Jilian Bino could not guarantee that his hands would not be stained with any blood.
"Nuo, wait for me." Yan Weier said firmly again: "Let me, the matron of the Ji Lian family, do more for the people. This is my responsibility."
Jilianbino was moved in his heart and kissed her deeply on the forehead: "My good Wei'er." He also spoke firmly and put her hand on his chest, feeling the heat of his beating: "But don't
It would be too painful to keep me waiting for too long."
Yan Weier stopped talking and hugged him tightly.
Just like the joy of meeting again after separation.
Just like facing the sadness of separation again after meeting again.
It's hard to separate and leave.
"Don't come out, I will arrange the outside." Jilianbino remembered something and smiled: "By the way, you picked up that Xiao Wu, he can swim. One day you stand on the shore, he is hidden in the water.
I saw you here."
Yan Wei'er laughed: "Then I will have a way to send information in the future."
After explaining some more details to each other, Jilenbino walked out of the camp.
When she got up the next morning, Yan Weier deliberately asked the guard at the door: "Were there any unusual movements last night?"
The guard touched his head: "No, I just feel dizzy occasionally."
Yan Wei'er scolded softly: "You can just talk about this kind of thing here. If you smell the aroma of wine, you will faint. If it reaches the ears of the third prince, you will be dragged out and chopped."
The two girls were shocked and quickly thanked the lady for giving some advice, which made Jasmine, who was hiding in the tent watching the fun, bend over with laughter.
Overnight, Yan Weier seemed to come to life, and even the leaves turned green.
Jasmine prepared breakfast, and as soon as it was served, Feng Chuyang shouted from outside the tent: "Miss Wei, I'm coming in." Before Yan Wei'er could react, he barged in openly.
But he was afraid of Anu, so when he came in, what he stared at was not how beautiful the beauty was, but how much teeth and teeth Anu had: "I passed the news outside." He explained while still staring at Anu.
Nu, watch its movements.
"Next time if you break into my camp in this way, you will be killed without mercy!" Yan Wei'er smiled slightly: "Feng Chuyang, do you want some breakfast?"
For the first time in history, she actually asked him to have breakfast.
There was a broken voice in Feng Chuyang's heart. He concealed his excitement and sat down at the table.
On this morning, he did not wear a hair crown, but simply tied his hair up casually with a black ribbon, clean and tidy.
Without that pretentious nobility, he could actually exude a little bit of righteousness in every move he made.
On the table, it was very simple, with only steamed buns and porridge.
During the march, this was a good ration.
Feng Chuyang felt a little apologetic: "I'm sorry, it seems that you always follow me and endure hardships." Even in Kyoto, she didn't really enjoy it for a few days. She had no child at that time and was in pain. How could she be in the mood to go there?
Savor his collection and luxury.
Of course, maybe she has never needed luxury, so what exactly does she want?