A happy event in a fertile field: the black-bellied husband is as beautiful as a flower

Chapter 762 He is here

Normally, she would have to get up and swing a set of marksmanship in the yard, but it's better not to think about it now.

She didn't know how late it was before she fell asleep in a daze.

The lights in the corridor were dimly lit.

Summer has passed, and autumn is coming, and a layer of cool autumn dew falls in the night.

In the dead of night, a shadow flicked across the corridor very quickly.

Ming Yanjun slept very lightly, and suddenly felt something strange, her hazy consciousness instantly woke up, and then she felt someone broke into her room.

She watched the situation quietly for a while, pretending to be asleep.

The figure was standing beside her bed, she tensed up secretly, but after waiting for a while, she didn't see any next move.

So she adhered to the principle that the enemy can't move and I can't move, and she had a stalemate with the other party for a long time.

Later, the figure suddenly and slowly bent down, reached out and grabbed the corner of the quilt, and held her by the hand.

However, she didn't understand what it meant, thinking that the other party finally couldn't hold back and was about to make a move, so at the moment when he was about to touch her quilt, Ming Yanjun stretched out his hand to strangle his wrist, and immediately stood up, with the other hand After lifting the quilt, she covered him.

Ming Yanjun is agile, and this series of movements is as smooth as flowing water in her hands.

After she covered him, the hand holding his wrist neatly cut back and twisted his back, while turning over and putting her knees on his back, pressing his upper body hard on the couch.

There was still a quilt covering his head, if he didn't remove it, he would be strangled to death in a short time.

It's just that he let Ming Yanjun do whatever he wanted, and he didn't resist at all. After Ming Yanjun suppressed him, his muffled and helpless voice came from under the quilt: "Yan Jun, it's me."

Ming Yanjun was stunned, and couldn't help but let go, kicked the quilt away and took a closer look, it wasn't Qiu Ke.

Both were speechless.

Ming Yanjun sat cross-legged on the couch, looked at him and said: "You are sneaking around like a thief, why are you silent when you come?"

Walking around at night, his body smelled very light, like a layer of dew, she didn't recognize it for a while.

Qiu Ke didn't want to disturb her, but he couldn't sleep until he came to see how she was doing.Even if he came, he didn't intend to wake her up, he just wanted to sneak a look at her and left.

I can't count how many nights in the past, but he has actually been here.

It's just that Mr. Ming Yan used to sleep well, but she didn't notice when he came.

Qiu Ke would never say these things to her, and he didn't stay by her bed for too long. He moved two steps, sat down on the seat next to her, and said, "Did you sleep well?"

Lord Ming Yan said: "Sleeping too much during the day." She looked at him and said, "You are better than me, even if you don't make a sound, your skills are faster than me, but you don't shoot, aren't you afraid that I will smother you to death?" .”

Qiu Ke said: "I'm not as fast as you, I didn't even realize it."

I heard that she was injured, if he took action to deal with it, she would definitely be more energetic, and it would be easy to involve the injury.

Lord Mingyan said: "Stop pretending, you used to let me go. Last time you clearly..."

Having said this, Lord Ming Yan stopped abruptly.

The last time was at Haitang Garden.When he was serious with her, she couldn't resist him with all her strength.

She knew at that time that all the situations where he was defeated by her in the past were all caused by him deliberately letting her go.

It was when these words came out of his mouth that Mr. Ming Yan realized that he shouldn't have.

The two sat opposite each other, and the room suddenly fell into a long silence.

This kind of silence made her breathless, and she said again: "You won't let me go over the wall to find you again, so why did you come here without authorization?"

Qiu Ke said: "I heard that you are not well today. So come and take a look." After a pause, she asked softly, "Does the injury still hurt?"

Ming Yanjun said: "I fell down and got a few sticks, it's not a serious problem." She said nonchalantly, "I remember when I was climbing a tree when I was young, I fell down and broke my hand. In my impression, that It hurts more than today."

Qiu Ke said: "At that time, you were still young, and you were in pain and fear. Naturally, you were deeply impressed."

Now that she thinks about it, today she fell and was beaten with a stick, Meng Mei lost a child, Concubine Xu lost her grandson, it seemed they were the ones who suffered the most.

It's just that she didn't want Qiu Ke to know about those things in the palace, so she didn't mention a word.

But when the news of the Ming Dynasty spread, he would hear a few words no matter what.

The light that the porch lamp can shine in is very limited. Qiu Ke looked at Mr. Ming Yan through the dark night, and said nonchalantly, "But seeing you are so alive and kicking tonight, I feel relieved."

Afterwards, Qiu Ke got up and said, "Recover well these days, go to bed early, I'll go back first."

Ming Yanjun didn't respond to him, just watched his back turn out of the window of her room.

A cool breeze came in from the window.

Ming Yanjun didn't feel sleepy for a while, and his sitting posture may not have moved for a long time, and he kept looking at the empty window.

She didn't know that Qiu Ke didn't go away, he just leaned against the wall quietly.

After a long time, Ming Yanjun came back to his senses, pulled the quilt again and lay down.

Qiu Ke listened to the rustling of the quilt in the room before leaving.

When Ming Yanjun woke up the next day, the window was slightly closed.But she remembered that she didn't get out of bed to close the window last night.

***
After Meng Yan came back yesterday, she found a few books, studied with Yin Heng for half a day, selected some characters, and planned to name Jiao Jiao Zhuang Zhuang.

But after choosing and choosing, I didn't decide which one was better in the end.

Yin Heng said: "When they are one year old, let them choose by themselves. They can choose whichever they like."

Meng Yan said with a smile: "Others' children have to grab four treasures of the study, swords, guns and sticks when they are one year old. Our children are going to catch their own name?"

At that time, Yin Heng pulled her into his arms and sat down, wrapping his arms around her waist, spreading paper on the table with one hand and dipping a pen in the ink, and wrote down the selected characters one by one, saying: "If you want to If you choose the path you want to take in the future, you should choose your name first."

Meng Yan looked at his writing with soul and bones, and every simple word seemed to become more complicated after he wrote it down.When he was writing and talking, his breath was in his ears, warm and warm.

After the handwriting was dry, Meng Yan folded the words and put them all in the drawer under the side of the desk.

At present, the paper and ink on the table have not been collected, and Meng Yan has nothing to do, so she took the pen from Yin Heng and began to draw on the paper.

When watching Yin Heng's paintings in the past, she saw that he wrote lightly, thickly and lightly, more casually, as if in his hands, it was a very easy thing.

But when it was in Meng Yan's hand, when she wanted to draw something, she just felt very dissatisfied.

Yin Heng raised his eyebrows, watching intently.

In the end, it would be great if Meng Yan could draw a human figure. The eyebrows, eyes, and facial features were painted black by her. She originally wanted to add some willow branches, but after thinking about it, she decided to forget it.

(End of this chapter)