She fell out after crying at the wrong grave

Ah-yi said nothing.

Or maybe it was because his lips and tongue were blocked at the moment and he couldn't utter a word.

She was pressed against the door, and after a few slight leaning noises, Ying'en, who had been knocking on the door anxiously asking questions, stopped talking.

Ying'en took two steps back, but reflected on what he should have thought of earlier. He should have thought of it when he saw the two people meeting at the New Year's Banquet that day.

Inside and outside the house, different people have different moods.

Ah'an was distractedly thinking about the outside of the door while dealing with the people who were attacking the city in front of her.

He seemed as violent as a summer night storm, not giving her any room to breathe or retreat. The chill on his body had long since disappeared, and his dark clothes were even more indistinguishable in the increasingly dim surroundings.

Feeling the force of the clamp around her waist, Ah'ao grabbed Hengqi's shoulders fiercely, even digging her freshly manicured nails into the texture of his clothes, complaining of the dizzy feeling of suffocation.

Maybe it's because we haven't seen each other for a long time. When we were together every day before, we wouldn't feel embarrassed even if we did some intimate things. But the gap of these few months made the bridge-like medium disappear. If we get close again, we don't even know where to put our hands.

There is no need to talk about what to say when this kiss ends and we face each other soberly.

Hengzhi quickly let her go, but had no intention of retreating.

He lowered his eyes and watched. In the darkness, she tilted her head and gasped for breath. Although her breathing was low and light, she still attacked with great deterrence.

It's just like the beating of drums on the battlefield. Once you get too excited, how can you easily call it a day?

Hengzhi's throat rolled slightly, and after the disheveled A'ao in front of him adjusted herself, she continued to look at him with burning eyes.

It seemed as if there was a thread that tied both him and her together.

Ah'ao raised her head slightly, and he lowered himself without leaving a trace. Following her posture, he was easily manipulated by the string into a position that would allow them to face off again under the city wall.

She was not paying attention and just grabbed the hem of her skirt. Just as she raised her head to respond, she tripped.

If I fell to the ground at this moment, I would probably be bruised and battered.

Just when Ah'ao closed her eyes and prepared to feel the pain, Hengqi was quick to bend down and grab her.

His arm was firmly supported on her slender waist, and the cold jade pendant worn by Ah Yi just brushed against his wrist, brushing against the pulsating blue veins.

Then the whole warm and soft body fell into his arms.

A'ao's hair swayed slightly as her body moved, and when it hit Hengzhi, it easily brushed the tip of his right ear. The hairpins and rings also seemed to be caressing, quietly scratching the layers of his collar, leaving no trace.

It only took a moment, but it made the two people trapped in the embrace fall silent.

A sudden heat surged from behind, and soon it intensified and burned Ah's back. She couldn't help but straighten her body, trying to straighten her back and drive away the heat, but because of this action, she had to get closer to him.

In the pitch darkness, I vaguely heard Hengzhi smile calmly.

When the eyes cannot see, the ears become sharper. The sound of his breathing is particularly clear beside the ear.

Laughing at her?
Ah'ao gritted her teeth in rebellion.

We hadn't seen each other for several months, so why was he able to kiss her as if he was in an empty space, without any hesitation?

The grief and anger turned into motivation, and Ah'ao turned from defense to offense, instantly taking the initiative. She imitated Hengzhi's behavior and approached him, grabbing his folded collar.

The moment their bodies touched each other, the rings and pendants collided violently, and the gold and jade hit each other, making a clanging sound.

Hengzhi seemed to have not expected this and was stunned for a moment.

Ah'ao found that her mind was definitely not clear. Even the paste that every household used to paste Spring Festival couplets during the New Year was not any stickier than her current thoughts.

It is always an unknown courage, or perhaps it is the emotions that have been accumulating for a long time, that just surges up.

When the surging feeling came over her, it was like an arrow on a bowstring. Ah'ao put one arm around the back of his neck and the other hand on Hengzhi's heart.

Their lips and teeth were entangled passionately, and the warmth under his palms had a pulsating vibration that numbed her palms like the sound of a drum.

Amid the sound of war drums that shook her heart, Ah'ao let her emotions, which were deeply rooted in her heart, run wild like a war horse, spreading to her limbs and bones, filling her flesh, blood, and soul.

Until I felt my own pulse, which also began to quicken rapidly.

He pushed his teeth open and thrust it in easily. During the time, he pressed his lips against hers, and could feel the roughness of the peeling skin, rubbing against hers, causing both pain and itchiness.

Since Ah'ao stopped taking medicine, she has only been drinking water to heal herself, so her lips and tongue are moist, so there is no way that the corners of her lips are chapped.

Hengzhi's hands slid down uncontrollably. As long as Ah'ao bent down completely, he raised his chin high to meet her kiss, locked his waist, and lifted her up lightly.

For the second time today, I held Ah'ao high in my arms.

Hengzhi seemed to like this posture very much. When he was in a good mood, he would pick her up from time to time and not let her cross the threshold by herself.

Now that I think about it, I find that this person is really interesting even in the smallest details.

As his thoughts drifted away, the words Ying'en had said floated back to his mind.

If you have attachment, you will have a homeland.

When Ah'ao was trapped in the whirlpool of cold water, she followed the path of survival and came to the underwater high ground of Hengzhi.

Isn't this saving her from danger?

With his walking posture, it was particularly difficult to maintain the kissing posture. Ah-yi pecked stumblingly, and occasionally the soft flesh in her mouth hit his solid teeth, and she had to suck in a breath of pain.

As his clothes fluttered, he had already entered the inner room.

Ah'ao was lifted up and held in the arms. She was already a head taller than the man, and when she passed through the inner room, the floor-length curtain hung down on her back.

The veil brushed across her neck, from her skin to her hair, causing her to shudder wherever it touched.

When they approached the bed, Hengzhi couldn't see the way ahead, so he stretched out his knees and pushed forward. After confirming that the place he touched was the bed, he slowly put her down.

She was thrown onto the bed with her back facing up, and the sudden fall gave Ah'ao a fright.

Hengzhi had already put his hands underneath, and his long hair was softly entwined around his fingertips.

It was more affectionate than the way he was holding her half-armed now.

In an instant, his mood became clear and all his previous worries were resolved. He gently raised his hand and removed all the pearl hairpins in her hair.

Instantly, her long hair flowed like water, pouring down on the bed and spreading out. Hengzhi maintained his leaning posture, slowly stroking Ah's earlobe.

The faint light from the lanterns occasionally shone in from the window, and he patiently straightened the hair that was blocking her face. He said softly, "Time is limited. I have to leave early tomorrow morning."

"Where are we going?" Ah's throat tightened and she heard her own voice asking hoarsely.

Hengzhi opened his lips but said nothing for a long time.

I didn't want to tell her and make her worry, but if I didn't tell her the truth, she would know it sooner or later. If I really died in battle one day, it would be much easier for her to accept than to know it then.

I wonder if she would cry in front of her own grave at that time. She didn't need to be too sad. His wealth, which was not a fortune, was all given to her. She could just cry as seriously as she did for her bastard father.

He thought with a smile on his face.

"I'm going to Pingzhou to quell the rebellion." These few words came out of his mouth, but they were as light as the long yarn fluttering behind him. "I don't know when I'll be back."

indefinite.

Ah'ao suddenly woke up.

The uncertainty of return date means uncertainty of life and death.

Even when defending the city of Kezhou years ago, Hengzhi only needed to deploy troops in the tent. Defensiveness is not as important as offensiveness, and he did not need to lead the charge personally.

But now it’s different.

At this moment, Ah'ao truly realized that the moment of life and death was right before her eyes.

"You sneaked into Changsheng Palace and broke into my inner room with ease. What are you going to do?" A'ao had the answer ready in her mind, and was just waiting for him to explain it in person.

As he said this, the sound of bricks and wood collapsing in the West Palace was still ringing in his ears.

The firelight illuminated the entire sky in the west, which was gorgeous and magnificent.

Hengzhi looked at her carefully in the dim light of the fire.

Even though many years had passed, the Ah-yi in front of him still seemed like the one he saw from afar at the foot of Yanqing Tower when he was young. The bright pomegranate flowers dazzled him while riding his horse.

At the age of nineteen, covered in blood, he met A'ao again and used threats and inducements to pretend to marry her.

When pretending to be respectful to each other, didn't you feel for a moment that even if you welcomed her home and just watched her sleep in the sun every day, it would be a happy and peaceful life?

So the person who dropped the bait was lured away first.

"Stay awake and think about it."

Whether in the past or now.

"I'll be in the outer room. I'll leave after you fall asleep." Hengzhi struggled to move his eyes away from Ah'an. He was afraid that if he looked at her rosy cheeks and scarlet lips for too long, he would not be able to take his eyes off her.

The person who had just been kissing her tenderly and sincerely, suddenly put on an act of chastity and abstention from women. Ah'ao opened her mouth to speak, but after a long pause, she fell silent.

Just leave after teasing?
That is definitely not possible.

Ah'ao immediately sat up, her sleeves slipped down, and she stretched out her slender white arms to grab the hem of the person in front of her.

Hengzhi was pulled for a moment and turned around to look.

Ah'ao raised her head, her eyes filled with unfulfilled desire and smile.

"Wait until I fall asleep, at least three o'clock in the morning. At five o'clock, the gates of Yongning City will open, and then Zhao Hou will go to the battle, but he must go with his dark eyes."

"No." She tilted her head, and her scattered hair dimly covered her almond-shaped eyes. Then she patted the bed, and the brocade quilt made a muffled sound.

The words were not fully said, but the meaning was already very clear.

Hengzhi took two steps forward, spread out his palms, and wrapped her hand that was torturing his clothes. He lowered his head, shrugged his shoulders and neck slightly, and laughed uncontrollably.

Ah's smile disappeared immediately.

Hengzhi became more and more cheerful, unaware of the danger of the impending storm.

Until the belt was loosened, the candlelight was blown out, the long curtain could no longer remain quiet, and was gracefully blown by the wind, and there was no more laughter or whispers.

It's the coldest time of winter, but my skin still feels sticky.

Ah's head was dizzy, and she was sometimes in dream and sometimes in reality. She seemed to have lost all her weapons and armor, and was floating up and down in the scorching sea water without any basis.

Every time the water level rose, her breathing slowed down.

His palms were sweaty and clenched tightly. Every time he touched them, they burned more.

It felt like I was lying on a cloud in the air, unrealistically, and I couldn't feel comfortable at all.

Hengzhi put his forehead against hers, and sensing her impatience, he slowed down his movements.

From eyebrows to cheeks, kisses are dotted here and there.

He pushed aside Ah's long hair that was soaked with sweat and tangled around her neck, held it loosely under his palms, and sank his waist and back again.

The unclear moans did not express a single word of joy, but every moment was filled with joy.

The distant sky is hazy at first, and the low trees are gradually becoming lush and green.

The bright candle shed tears like a candlestick. When the charcoal fire burned out, it froze in the cold and hung in mid-air.

Hengzhi stayed awake all night, and watched her sleep. He went to the outer room and quietly lit a candle, and in the dim light, he took out a piece of paper and wrote down the answer to Ah-yi's persistent questions all night.

When the ink dried, it was gently pressed under his wife's soft pillow.

Not only was he comforting her, he was also comforting himself. After leaving a kiss on her forehead, Hengzhi left without looking back.

Pingzhou is not far away, but my heart, which has not yet set off, is already homesick.

Ah'ao was still wrapped in a brocade quilt, sleeping on her side, unconscious.

(End of this chapter)