Huafanchunzhengming

Chapter 127 Heart wound (3)

A drop of cold rain fell on Zhong Weiwei's face.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and found that she was still on the back of the dark cloud, and Chonghua was still behind her.

She was curled up in his arms, wrapped in his cloak, with her head resting on his arm.

And he has always used the same posture to make her feel safe and secure.

Zhong Weiwei didn't dare to move, she didn't know how to face such Chonghua, she half-opened her eyes and kept looking forward.

The moon had already hidden in the clouds, the cold wind was blowing, and occasionally a few drops of rain fell.

Chonghua raised his free hand and gently pulled up the cloak to cover her head and face.

His big warm hand brushed her cheek, did he pause in nostalgia?
Zhong Weiwei couldn't hold back, blinked her eyes, and her eyelashes brushed Chonghua's palm, and she keenly noticed that his movements were stiff.

She was a little nervous, both afraid that he would speak sarcasm to her, and hoped that he would sarcasm her.

In this way, she can stay away from him logically, cut off all hope and desire, and think about nothing.

Chonghua seemed not to notice that she had woken up, he withdrew his hand and continued to drive the horse forward quietly.

Zhong Weiwei was full of thoughts and felt that the road to the camp was as far away as thousands of miles.

It was clear that Wuyun was carrying her, and it was clear that Chonghua's arm was supporting her head, but she just felt unspeakably tired.

If she couldn't pretend, she stopped pretending. She sat up straight, stretched her waist, and yawned again.

Pretending as if nothing had happened: "Oh, why did I fall asleep? Where is this going?"

After a while, Chonghua said in a deep voice, "We will be at the camp soon."

"Oh." Zhong Weiwei moved forward and left his embrace, feeling a chill down his spine.

She thought about it, then decisively retracted, what should I do if I'm sick?

It's not that she suffers on her own, she is reluctant.

Chonghua did not make things difficult for her, but silently let her rely on him to draw warmth.

The rain only stopped at a few points sporadically, and there was no wind, and there was peace everywhere.

Zhong Wei only had a feeling, as if only she and Chonghua were left in the world.

She has never wished so much at this moment, the road will never come to an end, the sky will never be bright.

Just let her and him snuggle up quietly, ride a horse together, feel each other's body temperature, and continue like this.

But the sky will always be bright, and the road will always have an end. The person walking in the front to explore the road stopped and gestured to Chonghua.

Chonghua signaled Wuyun to stop, grabbed Zhong Weiwei's arm, and lifted her off the horse.

Zhong Weiwei was so cold that he felt that it was really disgusting for him to treat her in this way.

Shouldn't you tell her well that it's not okay to let her get off the horse by herself?

Lifting her down like a chicken, how annoying!
Before she had time to express her resentment, she was covered by the cloak with Zhonghua's body temperature.

She wrapped her cloak very spinelessly, forget it, adults don't remember villains.

Chonghua got off the horse, handed Wu Yun to the guards, grabbed her arm with one hand, brought her to him, and said in a low voice: "Don't make a sound, there are not many people in the camp who know I'm not there, go quietly go back."

The environment he faces is complicated and dangerous.

If King Qi and the others knew that he had left the camp and only took a dozen or so people on a night trip through the mountains, they might have done something risky.

Zhong Weiwei followed behind Chonghua in a complicated mood, and walked into the camp quietly.

Suddenly remembered that she used to sneak out with him in the middle of the night in Cangshan Mountain to play.

Playing until the next morning, when he touched her back quietly, it was he who walked forward, holding her arm with one hand.

She was wrapped in his robe, holding the snacks he bought for her, walking and eating all the way.

Occasionally, I would give him two, but he would always be disgusted by him.

Just as he was feeling emotional, he saw Chonghua turn his head and look at her with nostalgia in his eyes.

Zhong Weiwei knew that he also remembered the past, his heart softened inexplicably, he lowered his head obediently and stopped making troubles.

After bypassing the secret sentry, he finally returned to the camp smoothly.

Chonghua stood still and looked at Zhong Weiwei silently.

Zhong Weiwei was flustered by his sight, she took off her cloak silently, and handed it back.

Chonghua didn't pick it up, nor would he let go of her hand.

Zhong Weiwei stuffed the cloak to Li Anren, and then sneezed heavily.

Chonghua finally let go, and walked into the big tent without looking back.

Aunt Qian stayed up all night, sitting beside You You's bed.

Seeing Zhong Weiwei go in, he stepped forward and patted her twice: "Do you want to die?"

Aunt Qian's beating didn't hurt, Zhong Weiwei had a hippie smile, regretfully:
"How could I die so easily? If the wind hadn't leaked, I would have walked out of the paddock right now, and I would be able to arrive at Changlian tomorrow morning."

What a great opportunity, wasted like this.

Aunt Qian hated iron for being weak: "I'm too lazy to talk about you, just go to sleep."

Zhong Weiwei hugged Aunt Qian's arm and acted like a baby: "I'm hungry, I can't sleep if I can't eat enough. Where's Xiaotang?"

Aunt Qian said angrily, "I didn't see you."

Could it be that Chonghua really drove Xiaotang back to Cangshan in a fit of anger?
Zhong Weiwei was sweating all over in a hurry, turned around and ran to Chonghua's big tent.

Probably because of the order, the guards of the big tent didn't stop her at all. She rushed in and just said, "Your Majesty..."

Immediately, he turned his back again, covered his eyes in embarrassment and walked out: "Wei Chen didn't see anything."

Chonghua, who was taking a bath, looked up calmly and glanced at Li Anren.

Li Anren immediately coughed, and the two iron guns "choked", blocking Zhong Weiwei's way of retreating.

At the same time, Li Anren took advantage of an opportunity and slipped out.

"Wipe my back." Chonghua casually threw a wet handkerchief over, which happened to hit Zhong Weiwei's hand.

Zhong Weiwei threw the veil on the ground in disgust, pretending that he didn't hear anything.

"Come on, send Xiaotang back to Cangshan immediately." Chonghua laughed angrily.

This woman's temper is getting bigger and bigger, and she is getting more and more confident. She knew how to pretend before, but now she doesn't bother to pretend.

Zhong Weiwei softened immediately, bent down to pick up the wet handkerchief, and sighed: "Oh... I am old and useless, look at the shaking hands."

Chonghua didn't expose her, and sat firmly in the bathtub with his back to her.

The masculine and graceful shoulders were exposed in front of her, which made Zhong Wei only blush.

She dawdled and touched him, pinching the veil with two fingers and rubbing it like itching on his body, all she wanted was to make Chonghua unbearable and throw her out.

However, Chonghua seems to be very patient, not only does not dislike it, but also enjoys it.

On the contrary, Zhong Weiwei couldn't take it anymore, just like rubbing clothes with a washboard, she rubbed them roughly and violently.

She rubbed more and more vigorously, and with the sound of water splashing, Chonghua suddenly stood up, revealing a strong and powerful lower back and a faint groove underneath.

Zhong Weiwei was angry and hated, and was about to express his disdain when he was attracted by a hideous scar on Chonghua's left vest.

(End of this chapter)