Yaoqin nodded, with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

explain:

"But it was a long time ago, and Uncle Lu was still there at that time."

"Um."

Chen Qiu held her hand and looked around.

explain:

"There is nothing changed here. Every time I come back, I always look the same. I recalled my life some time ago."

He looked at the yard and said:

"Remember clearly, that old man is here to teach Qingqing and me to practice martial arts."

Speaking of this, the atmosphere became a little deeper. It happened that there were children playing with firecrackers outside the yard. The noisy sound came, which made Chen Qiu feel energetic.

He said to Yaoqin:

"I have adventures in Qilu, it's like I've entered a illusion and lived out of thin air for ten more lifetimes. But do you know what surprised me the most?"

"Um?"

Yaoqin plucked her hair, raised her head, blinked her big eyes, as if she was looking forward to her husband's answer.

Chen Qiu took a step forward, held his wife's waist with both hands, put his forehead on Yaoqin's forehead, closed his eyes and said softly:

"In those ten lives, you will be there in every life.

Either living in poverty or wealthy.

Or you are waiting for the minister, or you are in war, your identity, life, and even your appearance, and your background are changing. But you remain unchanged, and you are in harmony with you in every life, and you can accompany you in every life and walk through your life.

I think this is probably the fate.”

"Really?"

An indescribable warmth surged in Yaoqin's heart.

But she blinked.

Asked slyly:

"It's not just me, right?

Husband, tell me honestly, who else is besides me who is tangled with you in those ten lives?”

It was a gentle and pleasant story, but when Yaoqin asked, the taste changed a little. Chen Qiu rubbed his forehead helplessly and said:

"My beloved wife, at this time, shouldn't you cry with pain that you shouldn't be moved and promised to you? Why are you so confused about the charm?"

"snort."

Yaoqin raised her head proudly, pushed Chen Qiu away, pretending to be angry.

explain:

"If I expected it would be right, there must be the heroine Huiyin, right?"

"Um."

Having said this, there is no need to hide it anymore. Chen Qiu nodded and answered frankly:

"It's not just her, the old ghost in the world is very particular. It's probably to mess up my mind, and Qingqing, do you know that in that lifetime, Qingqing was a big house.

You and Huiyin are both concubines.

The most outrageous thing is that for a lifetime, my wife I married as an important official of the court, was the witch Chen Lan. Her identity was still an assassin in the martial arts world, but her skills were very poor.

On the wedding night, she almost killed her in the boudoir."

"Hahaha"

Yaoqin covered her mouth and chuckled.

She said:

"This cannot be known to Liu Zhuoran, otherwise he will fight his husband to the death."

"It doesn't matter."

Chen Qiu tilted his head and said:

"He wants that witch, just give it to him. Just don't steal my beloved wife."

As the two of them were talking, they got together again without realizing it. They walked around and stopped in the yard, lovingly and finally walked into the room where Chen Qiu once lived.

No one has slept here for several years, but the bedding and pillows, and the debris in the room are all placed neatly.

"Xiao Si is intent."

Chen Qiu's fingers touched the wooden table he had used.

He remembered some embarrassing things again.

Go back and say:

"Actually, I wrote poems at that time."

"ah?"

Yaoqin, who looked at the narrow house, turned around blankly and looked at her husband.

It is absolutely fine to say he fights.

But writing poetry...

Such elegant things have nothing to do with your husband, right?

"What's your look? It hurts my husband."

Chen Qiu took a step forward and hugged Yaoqin in his waist.

The latter giggled and begged for mercy.

As a result, as I was talking, the atmosphere became more charming in this quiet room.

The distance between the two is getting closer.

Five inches, two inches, one inch.

Zero inch.

Negative distance.

It repeats itself.

Perhaps because they didn't have to worry about others, they both were very open tonight. When the fireworks rose into the night sky on New Year's Eve outside the window, causing violent explosions, there were also high-pitched moans in the room.

Chen Qiu was a little distressed, Qiankun Locking's martial arts.

Everything is good, but occasionally locking something is too tight.

"Husband, I..."

Yaoqin was panting and laying on the side.

Just as I was about to speak, I was stopped by Chen Qiu.

"You, have a good rest and don't be stubborn."

He pulled up the bedding and lay with his wife.

The two of them leaned against the bed.

Speak softly.

Yaoqin leaned on Shen Qiu's shoulder, Chen Qiu played with his beloved wife's long hair and enjoyed the quiet time.

"In the future, after everything is done."

Yaoqin said softly:

"Let's live here."

"Um?"

Chen Qiu looked at his wife in surprise.

He said:

"Can't you stay in Qintai? Or go to Taihang, Qingluan Villa has also been repaired. Brother is leaving a house for us."

"Don't go."

Yaoqin closed her eyes.

explain:

"Those places have to be shared, only here belongs to us. I have lived a life of luxury and food since I was a child, which is quite boring.

My brother is married, so he often bothers me, which is not good.
To be continued...