Huafanchunzhengming

Chapter 143 Peacock Soup (3)

Wu Yun was very unhappy when his good deed was interrupted, but because of his master's face, he reluctantly stepped aside.

Chonghua glanced at Zhong Weiwei, although he didn't say anything, it was more embarrassing than saying everything.

What are you looking at her for?
It's so hateful!
Zhong Weiwei blushed and glared resentfully at the man with a nasty smile.

Her mount suddenly had a stomachache, and it was like this when she changed a horse. She couldn't help but suspect that he did it on purpose.

The dark cloud was still very restless, and kept approaching the little mare.

Chonghua separated the two horses again, and said to Zhong Weiwei solemnly: "This horse can no longer be ridden, let someone send it back first."

Zhong Weiwei further proved his previous conjecture: "Then what should I do?"

Chonghua looked into the distance: "Maybe you will come with me."

Ha, sure enough, so this is the ultimate goal?
Zhong Weiwei was so angry that he wanted to speak.

Chong Hua rushed ahead of her and said in a low voice: "Just take it as the reward for giving up my life to suck the poisonous blood for you, how about it? Let's settle the matter."

Zhong Weiwei muttered unconvinced: "Then who am I for? It's not my son."

Chonghua didn't give her a chance to object, stretched out his long arms, and easily hugged her onto the back of Wuyun.

Untie the rein of the little mare and throw it to the guard: "Send it back."

Wu Yun lost his love and was a little unhappy. He walked weakly in the woods, gnawed grass here and picked leaves here.

Chonghua didn't care about it, and watched Zhong Weiwei sitting obediently in front with his ears full of red, contentedly.

Holding her in his arms, he shot several wild game with his bow one after another.

He swayed back and forth, rushing left and right, Zhong Weiwei couldn't use his arm, so he had to let him do it.

Several times, he put his chin on her shoulder, and his breath blew into her earholes, making her goosebumps all over her body, and she almost fell off the horse.

Chonghua helped her: "Why are you shy?"

"I don't. What is shyness? Am I shy? Hahaha..."

Zhong Weiwei was strong on the outside and dry on the inside, very stubborn, "I just don't like being so close to others."

Wu Yun didn't know what kind of temper he was having, and suddenly bumped.

Caught off guard, she leaned back and fell heavily into Chonghua's arms.

Chonghua whispered in her ear: "Then what about the past? I remember that in winter you love to stretch your hands into my arms to keep warm."

His temper has never been very good, and he doesn't like people treating him like this, especially Zhong Weiwei's hands are as cold as snow, stretching them into people's arms in winter can make people jump violently.

But she just likes to tease him, that is, to her, so he loses his temper.

Thinking of the past, Zhong Weiwei's hard heart softened a little.

"Let's forget about the past, shall we?"

The dark cloud started to run, and Chonghua's voice was blown into pieces by the wind.

Zhong Weiwei pretended not to hear, and shouted: "There is a deer there!"

Chonghua wisely did not continue this topic.

They understand each other very well, because of the existence of you and you, they can no longer be touched before.

If Zhong Weiwei asked Youyou's mother, he would definitely not be able to give her a satisfactory answer.

As for the matter of Zhong Weiwei and He Suoyi, I have already asked what should be asked, and it would be useless to ask any more.

It's good like this, at least she's not as hobgoblind as before, smiling at him playfully, and doesn't care about anything.

She would be angry, she would be sour, and she would dream of him.

Both he and she were locked in this high wall, face each other day and night, and lived and died together.

Time flies, one day, she and he will both forget the past, forget those people, forget those things, and start over.

Chonghua put down his bow and arrow, turned his horse's head, and took Zhong Weiwei back.

Beside the clear stream, on the green grass, Zhong Weiwei tied a simple fishing rod made of branches with worms, and swayed back and forth by the bushes to catch frogs.

Chonghua sat aside, critically instructing Li Anren to wash and strip the frogs and sparrows.

Zhong Weiwei muttered in a low voice: "I only know how to eat, but not how to cook."

Li Anren immediately said: "I'm happy! I'm happy!"

Zhong Weiwei threw the fishing rod and looked at Li Anren without saying a word.

Li Anren felt guilty when she saw her, he lowered his head and leaned towards Chonghua.

Without saying a word, Chonghua rolled up his sleeves, revealing the bandages on his arms.

"Since he was injured, why do he hunt and show off?"

Zhong Weiwei muttered, lowered his head guiltily and continued fishing for frogs.

Glancing quietly at Chong Hua, just in time to meet his eyes, he coughed dryly and looked up at the sky: "The weather is good today."

Chonghua ignored her, and just rolled up his sleeves a bit higher.

The roasted sparrows are delicious, and the frogs are tender and delicious. Just sprinkle a little salt, and they are so delicious that you can swallow your fingers.

Zhong Weiwei stuffed the meat into his mouth anxiously, and seeing Li Anren looking at her eagerly, he asked, "Do you want to eat?"

Li Anren nodded, and she said viciously: "I won't give you food."

Li Anren lowered his head, looking at Chonghua like a daughter-in-law.

Chonghua pretended not to see it, and gracefully and calmly handed a newly roasted sparrow to Zhong Weiwei: "Eat slowly, don't burn it."

Li Anren was very resentful, and determined to build a good relationship with Zhong Weiwei: "Zhong Tongshi, you don't remember villains, please forgive me."

Zhong Weiwei looked like a villain who was successful: "Who is a villain?"

"I am." Li Anren lowered his head, stepping on his left foot and his right foot: "I didn't hurt you, at best I sued, lied, and deceived you. And in the end, I was the one who was unlucky."

However, Zhong Weiwei was no longer in the mood to tease him.

She chewed the roasted sparrow in her mouth, the familiar taste exploded in her mouth, and those long memories invaded.

She looked at Chonghua, and Chonghua also looked at her. They had such a beautiful six years, and they hated each other for four years. Love and hatred intertwined, soul entanglement.

Chonghua stretched out his hand to Zhong Weiwei, Zhong Weiwei looked at his beautiful palm and put a roasted frog on it with a smile.

Chonghua was a little disappointed, and stuffed the frog into his mouth hard, chewing until the bones creaked.

Zhong Weiwei felt that her bones were weak when she heard it. She thought that Chonghua would do something to her, but the journey was safe and sound. He was a bit more gentleman than when he came.

It's just that when he helped her off the horse, he put his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear: "I hope you will still dream of me tonight."

It was already dark, and the dancing light of the torch shone on his face, which was dazzlingly beautiful.

Zhong Weiwei looked away reluctantly, wanting to slip away quickly.

He didn't let her go, held her wrist tightly, didn't speak, just didn't let go.

"I'm on my way tomorrow morning, get some rest early." Zhong Weiwei lowered his eyes, nervous as if holding hands with him for the first time.

Chonghua was finally willing to let her go: "I will definitely dream of you."

Zhong Weiwei pretended not to hear, and trotted into the tent.

Looking at her back, Chonghua felt that the appearance of the descendants of the Kunlun Palace was not entirely a bad thing.

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