You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 239
But the more she knew about Ying Yu, the more she fell in love with Ying Yu. Ying Yu was not only her A Yu, but also the young master of Yongwei Hou Mansion, and Daqi's General Ying.

Whether it's his tenderness, his ambition, or his iron bones, all of these are mixed in Ying Yu's bones, engraved in Ying Yu's blood, and constitute Ying Yu's living person.

It was such a vivid Ying Yu who was interlocking fingers with her and whispering to each other.

Wen Qing'er only felt that her love was inflated, and her heart could hardly contain it!

Wen Qing'er saw Ying Yu approaching in the blur of water and light, caressing the corners of her eyes with calloused fingertips, and asked anxiously: "Why is Qingqing crying suddenly, but where did Ayu offend Qing?" Are you unhappy?"

ah!It turned out that I was crying!

Wen Qing'er couldn't help but pounced on Ying Yu's chest, wrapped his arms around his thin waist, buried her small face in Ying Yu's arms, and said sullenly: "Qing'er is just feeling sorry for A Yu, when she held Wanjun , A Yu ever felt hard?"

Ying Yu's heart was shaken. From the moment he knew the matter, his father told him the responsibility of being born in Yongweihou Mansion.

He held the sword before he knew how to write, and from then on, no matter whether it was hot or cold, he never let go of the sword.

The world only saw the nobility of Yongweihou Mansion and the glory of generations, so they sharpened their heads and wanted to put on the shackles of generations.

Little did they know that the glitz in front of them was all bought with the lives of people in the Yongwei Hou Mansion, and the bitter tears of the women in the Hou Mansion who lost their father, husband, and son.

Just like his grandmother, she is still eating fast and chanting Buddha in the temple, praying and praying, for fear of losing her last grandson.

No one would shed tears for him, or ask him if he was tired. As time passed, he didn't know.

The soft voice entered the ear, and the delicate body was embraced again, Ying Yu suddenly burst out the repressed grievance in his heart.

Her arms were tightly wrapped around Wen Qing'er's shoulders, her eyes were pressed against Wen Qing'er's shoulders, and her trembling voice was suppressed.

A low choked voice sounded in Wen Qing'er's ear: "In the future, with Qingqing, I won't be tired of anything."

Feeling the suppressed trembling and gasping of the chest that was pressed against her, Wen Qing'er tightened her grip on Ying Yu, and brushed Ying Yu's broad back vigorously with her slender fingers.

Wan Jun was tightly clamped between the interlaced arms of the two, his skin and flesh ached from the pain, and he wished he could be embedded in their arms.

But no one is willing to let go, and no one is willing to break the emotional surge of this moment.

"Tuk-tuk!" The car window was knocked again: "Princess, it's time."

Ying Yu slowly raised her head from Wen Qing'er's shoulder, rubbed the corners of her red eyes, and smiled embarrassedly: "Qingqing, I should go."

Wen Qing'er relaxed her shoulders, and reluctantly withdrew from Ying Yu's arms.

Lowering his head and fingering the patterns on the cuffs, he murmured dryly, "Go back quickly, eat well and rest well."

Ying Yu tilted her head to look into Wen Qing'er's eyes, with a smile on her face: "Qingqing is reluctant to let me go?"

Wen Qing'er gave Ying Yu an angry look, she just wished she could go back with Ying Yu.

It's just that I'm too embarrassed to say this, so I can only look around and say to him: "The peach blossom tree in the yard has been pruned a lot of branches, and it won't damage the princess's cloak anymore."

Ying Yu patted the top of Wen Qing'er's hair, and laughed out loud: "The princess is busy with business recently, and I'm afraid I won't be able to come before the second watch. This time, I'm here to make amends for sister Qing'er."

(End of this chapter)