Chapter 1681 As long as Senior Sister is here, it won't be your turn to die. (44)
After a moment of contemplation, Song Jinhuan got up and slowly paced around the tree hollow twice before finally stopping in the center and looking at the unconscious Song Feichen.
The dream I just had was very clear; she was the one in control.
If she enters his dream and he remains unable to wake up, she is very likely to be trapped inside indefinitely.
To become the dominant one in someone else's dream... is not easy, and one could even say it's hopeless.
This matter must be related to the hollow of the mimosa tree!
Song Feichen's breathing became increasingly weak.
Without thinking too much, Song Jinhuan sat down beside him, closed her eyes, and a wisp of white gas floated out from the top of her head and entered Song Feichen's body.
"Wife? What are you thinking about?" Song Jinhuan opened her eyes again, looking at the unfamiliar scene around her, feeling a sense of déjà vu.
He couldn't help but shake his head.
His brows furrowed slightly, as if he had forgotten something important.
I tried hard to remember, but I just couldn't.
I vaguely remember that she was originally a hunter in Xinghua Village. She bought a husband and later returned to the capital with him.
The couple's relationship is fairly good.
"How did I get here?" she asked again.
Huo Qingcang was in a dilemma; his wife was not satisfied with his previous answer.
It might be due to his attitude.
He thought for a moment and said very seriously, "Today, His Majesty has specially permitted all officials to bring their families on the hunt."
"I was worried that you would get bored staying in the house for too long, so I carried you to the carriage while you were still asleep. Once you wake up, you can go for a walk in the hunting grounds."
His wife is an expert hunter, and while relaxing, she also shows off her skills, letting everyone see that his wife is no slouch.
Song Jinhuan hummed in agreement, then naturally walked to the horse's side and mounted it.
Then he stretched out a hand to the other person and said, "Come on up."
Huo Qingcang stared at the slender yet powerful hand, its skin looking extremely healthy, and the calluses on its tiger's mouth testifying to its hunting prowess.
As soon as he touched her hand, his hand was grasped without hesitation.
Then, following the force, he mounted the horse.
Song Jinhuan released his hand, held the reins with one hand, and rode the horse leisurely behind the ministers.
Huo Qingcang sat behind her, his hands awkwardly unsure of what to do.
If only my wife would let me hold her waist!
The thought had barely crossed my mind when I suddenly heard her voice from ahead.
"Hold onto my waist."
"I need to speed up."
"If you fall, you will get hurt."
A wave of joy washed over me.
Perhaps it was a blessing from heaven, but today his wife seemed to know him like the back of her hand, indulging him exceptionally.
The moment the man's hands touched her waist, Song Jinhuan felt a jolt of fear rise from the depths of her heart.
Although their marital relationship was fairly good, they always seemed to treat each other with respect and never engaged in overly intimate behavior.
But today, for some reason, I kept doing some unusual things involuntarily.
Oh well, what can she do when this man is her husband?
It's appropriate to be somewhat lenient.
Upon seeing this, the accompanying ministers deliberately avoided them and did not travel with them.
Let's not disturb the newlyweds as they're getting to know each other.
The flow of time slowed down.
Song Jinhuan's quiver contained thirty arrows, and every arrow hit its mark, killing the target instantly.
Huo Qingcang was enjoying the wonderful moment, as this was the first time he had ever seen his wife's heroic figure in person.
It is so powerful it makes one's soul tremble.
His eyes were filled with admiration and worship. "My wife, you are truly amazing!"
"Unlike me, I'm just a scholar who can't even kill a chicken."
"If we encounter danger, would you protect me, my wife?"
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