Disguised as a man: I am not your wife

Chapter 883
"I know."

At that time when Yun Fufeng took away Ren Qiubai's coffin, Yun Zhuohua had expected this to happen.

But unexpectedly, Cang Yu specifically talked about this matter with her.

"Aunt Zhuang and Uncle Shi, are they okay now?" Yun Zhuohua asked softly.

While stroking Yun Zhuohua's soft long hair with her hand, Cang Yu nodded and said, "I saw them at my grandfather's place."

"Mother is still the same as before, and her mood is much better than before."

"Father took the medicine and escaped from feigning death. He is still recuperating in bed. He didn't have much time to wake up, and I couldn't talk to him."

"Compared to the days when I was in Changle with a knife hanging over my head, it's much better."

Yun Zhuohua also saw Ren Qiubai's situation before.

Not to mention that Zhao Yanzhen's suspicion of Ren Qiubai all the time was the weapons they transported from Wengshanli.

Ren Qiubai also made up his mind to do so at great risk.

Since he did such a thing, he had already thought of the consequences.

Being able to escape by feigning death is the most fortunate thing for Ren Qiubai.

"Far West Army..." Cang Yu's voice sank again.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Yun Zhuohua knew what Cang Yu wanted to say.

He mentioned Ren Qiubai and Zhuang Muchi at this time for no reason, and Yun Zhuohua had already thought of it.

Out of the corner of Yun Zhuohua's eye, he caught a glimpse of the incense burner slowly emitting light smoke.

Inside, there was news about Changle City sent by Zhu Chengjie to Yun Zhuohua.

Xirong, as expected, took advantage of this moment to move.

Previously, Xirong had spent so much manpower and troops, but failed to take down Changle City.

Now that Ren Qiubai is not in Changle City, and the Far West Army is only half of its original size, the King of Xirong will not look at this rare opportunity.

"Are you going back?" Yun Zhuohua asked him.

Cangyu embraced Yun Zhuohua's waist with both hands, and pressed him close to her. She was as intelligent as Yun Zhuohua, and she couldn't fool her in anything.

"En." Cang Yu muffled in reply.

"I've been away for too long, other things can be done for me by others."

"But this matter is of great importance. I have to go back."

"The emperor ordered me to lead the Far West Army and rush to Changle immediately to resist the invasion of Xirong."

Cangyu's ending sound gradually dissipated in the room, and Yun Zhuohua didn't pick up the words immediately.

She stretched out her hands and wrapped them around Cang Yu's fingers, tightly clenched her fingers, palms connected.

When Yun Zhuohua asked about Cangyu's visit earlier, Cangyu said that he would spend more time with Yun Zhuohua.

She thought that the two of them would get along well for a while, but who would have imagined that, in the end, they would still have to separate the two places.

"Changle City can be considered your home. You should go back as a matter of course. I won't stop you." Yun Zhuohua's voice was muffled.

She is sensible, but it doesn't mean she won't be disappointed.

"Where is the lady, where is the husband's home, as a husband, I really can't let go of the lady."

Cangyu raised her head slightly, her warm and beautiful lips were imprinted on Yun Zhuohua's forehead.

"Young General Ren of the Far West Army, when did he become so affectionate?" Yun Zhuohua laughed angrily.

Cangyu shook her head, Rumo's hair was pillowed behind her head, "Who made the lady so good, as a husband, I can't help but love my son and daughter."

Yun Zhuohua pursed his lips, let go of Cang Yu's fingers while suppressing a smile, and drew a circle on the palm of his hand with his slender fingertips.

The crisp and itchy touch has been transmitted to Cangyu's heart.

(End of this chapter)