The cliff was empty and the wind was a little cold. Qin Shuhuai looked at Qin Peng quietly. Qin Peng listened to his words, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll carry you."

Qin Shuhuai raised his hands without saying anything, looking like he was ready.

Qin Peng walked up to him, bent down, picked him up, and carried him on his back.

Her physical condition was not good, and carrying such a big man was still very heavy. Qin Shuhuai noticed that she was struggling and frowned: "You have learned martial arts, but you don't have a basic foundation?"

"Ah, yes." Qin Peng had already prepared a lie about this: "In the past, a master came to the palace for a while, studied for a few months, and then left without continuing."

Zhao Peng's master was such a great man, traveling around all day, and when he saw something he liked, he would learn from it. Zhao Peng built her martial arts foundation on her own, after all, Beiyan values ​​martial arts, and even the basic courses include martial arts, but the more advanced things were taught by her master Lin Shuang.

Qin Shuhuai's face was a little turbulent when he heard Qin Peng's words. He was carried on her back, with his hands hidden under his sleeves. He grabbed his sleeves tightly and asked harshly, "What's your master's name?"

"Lin Shuang?" Qin Peng thought for a moment and said, "He only told me his name once. It's been so long that I can't remember it clearly."

Qin Shuhuai said nothing. He felt as if the flame of passion in his heart had suddenly gone out, and he returned to his usual coldness.

In fact, she died in his arms. He confirmed her breath and personally sent her to the Zhao Imperial Mausoleum, watching her being buried in the earth.

Supernatural powers have always disturbed people's hearts. If they are gone, they are gone. How can they still be alive? If they are still alive, why would they not come to find him and ask him questions?

Even if she didn't look for him or ask him, what about Zhao Yu? She would have to meet him anyway.

Qin Shuhuai thought calmly, and his heart gradually calmed down.

He didn't feel lost or disappointed. Anyway... he was used to it.

In the years since she died, what kind of mentality has he not seen?

She once believed crazily in reincarnation and kept a large number of Taoists and monks to calculate the time of her reincarnation. In the end, she brought back a child, but was stabbed to death when the opportunity arose.

Blood flowed out, and he knew it very clearly in his heart as he watched the killer's disguised child tumble out in front of him.

This will kill him.

If you can’t find Zhao Peng, you can’t take revenge.

When a person dies, he is dead. Even if he is reincarnated, he is no longer that person.

Qin Shuhuai closed his eyes, forcing himself not to think too much. Qin Peng carried him on his back and walked out step by step. She was extremely tired, and was afraid that the pursuers would catch up with her. She didn't dare to rest at all and just gritted her teeth and moved forward.

Qin Shuhuai felt that her breath was a little disordered, so he opened his eyes and looked at her. He saw that this person was walking forward with a cold face, looking very tired.

Qin Shuhuai suddenly understood why Lin Shuang accepted Qin Peng as her apprentice. This person was exactly the same as Zhao Peng in many ways. For example, if she couldn't hold on any longer, she would put on a stern face; if she had to have some strength, she would think about how to make you angry.

He lay on her shoulder. He was a little dazed due to blood loss. Qin Peng felt that the person on his shoulder was about to fall asleep. He couldn't help but ask, "Are you going to die?"

"I can't die."

Qin Shuhuai forced himself to speak, and Qin Peng sneered after hearing what he said: "It looks like he's going to die."

If Qin Shuhuai still had that much strength, his tone wouldn't be so hollow.

After being seen through, Qin Shuhuai was not panicked. Although he and Qin Peng were now in an enemy position, he didn't know why, but he always felt that this person could not do anything to him.

Qin Peng saw that he didn't speak, and felt a little uneasy. The mountain wind was howling, and now it was night, it was a little scary. Qin Peng found a topic to talk about, "Don't sleep, I don't know the way."

Qin Shuhuai held his eyes open and looked at the guilt in the eyes of the girl next to him.

Zhao Peng is afraid of the dark.

He vaguely remembered.

That year, Zhao Peng was locked up in a dark room by the Queen for three days. After she was released, she became particularly afraid of the dark. She was especially afraid of being alone in a room. Although she became much better when she grew up, the dark night was still a sore spot for Zhao Peng.

Although Qin Peng didn't say anything, she was obviously a little scared. She looked like a ferocious girl, but she was afraid of the night coming.

Qin Shuhuai couldn't help laughing, and for a moment he couldn't tell the difference between the person in front of him and the past. He leaned against her and said hoarsely, "I don't want to sleep."

"You said," Qin Peng said quickly, "Come and have a chat with us, you must not fall asleep."

"good."

"Qin Shuhuai," Qin Peng racked her brains to think of something to ask. Due to her years of curiosity about him, she could only ask some gossip: "Have you ever liked anyone?"

"Um."

"Who do you like?"

"Why tell you?"

"Qin Shuhuai," Qin Peng gritted his teeth, "You are not sincere at all when you chat like this."

Qin Shuhuai: "..."

"Tell me something," Qin Peng pestered him, afraid that he would fall asleep: "You don't have to tell me her name, just tell me what she looks like, how you met her, and so on."

"She..." Qin Shuhuai spoke, but for some reason his voice sounded a little dry.

He hadn't told anyone about her for many years. That person's name was buried in his heart. He was afraid of forgetting it if he didn't mention it, but it hurt to mention it. Everyone thought it was a taboo and never dared to ask him about that person. And he was not good at speaking, so he never told anyone about her.

Suddenly someone asked her the question, and it was someone who looked so similar to her. For some reason, he actually started to think seriously about the other person's question.

What kind of person is she?

"She was...very beautiful," Qin Shuhuai recalled, describing that person: "very gentle, very smart, and considerate..."

Qin Peng was stunned when he heard these adjectives.

It's over. The one Qin Shuhuai liked back then was definitely not her.

Qin Shuhuai used almost all the beautiful adjectives he knew, such as...

Kind-hearted, high moral standards, helping the weak and fighting for the strong, loved by everyone...

Smart yet cute and silly, charming yet pure...

After hearing the last part, Qin Peng waited expressionlessly for Qin Shuhuai to finish his beautiful vocabulary. Qin Shuhuai said he was tired, and finally realized that Qin Peng had not replied to him, so he asked curiously, "Why don't you talk?"

"I'm a little confused."

"Um?"

"Is this still a human being?"

In one episode, she is beautiful, smart, kind, cute, silly, good at using schemes and tricks, etc.

Does such a contradictory and perfect person really exist?

After hearing Qin Peng's doubts, Qin Shuhuai thought about it and answered her seriously: "Maybe she is not like this in the eyes of others, but in my heart, she is indeed like this."

She really felt sad for that woman... and even more sad for Qin Shuhuai.

Qin Peng sighed, thinking that although Qin Shuhuai liked someone, he probably had never really entered that person's world. Maybe he just glanced at her from a distance and started his delusional thoughts.

But she was still very curious, who did Qin Shuhuai like?

She had been lurking by his side for so many years, and she had never heard of him having any affair with any woman. And who else in the world could be the woman Qin Shuhuai looked up to except Zhao Peng?

Although it sounds a bit shameless, Zhao Peng believes that she is the most famous and the best woman he knows.

Who doesn't know Princess Zhao Peng of Beiyan Zhen State?

Qin Peng, out of curiosity, chatted with Qin Shuhuai in a random manner.

The two of them were like a pair of ordinary friends, chatting about their lives.

"You have been hiding your true abilities in the past because you are afraid that the Queen will be wary?"

"Oh, no, I'm just lazy."

"So you have been a widow for ten years because of Wei Yang, is it because you love him so much?"

"The Wei family is fine."

Qin Peng thought about it and felt that if he were the real Qin Peng, he would probably make the same choice.

"Besides, Wei Yang is also very good."

Qin Peng still had a very good impression of this husband. Although they had only met once, this man was very caring towards her. After he went to the battlefield, he kept writing to her every month, and his words were gentle.

Qin Peng was willing to remain a widow for Wei Yang for ten years, and she was not actually unhappy about it.

For Qin Peng, who had never been cared for before, this was the first time he was treated so gently. His heart was naturally filled with gratitude and admiration. After Wei Yang died, Qin Peng's tears were sincere.

Not only for her future, but also for this remaining tenderness.

"No one has ever been nice to me before. Wei Yang is the only one who has been nice to me."

Qin Peng spoke, her words mixed with her original body's memories, making them sound very gentle. Qin Shuhuai opened his eyes, and he keenly captured the sincerity of this person.

This bit of tenderness wiped out the last bit of hope in his heart.

She is really Qin Peng.

Zhao Peng should not have said such gentle words to anyone else in his life.

If she told it, that person, the only person, should be him, Qin Shuhuai.

It was he who accompanied her through all the lows and glories in her life, and it was he who stayed by her side alone during the empty six years after her death.

She was his wife in life and in death.

Qin Shuhuai closed his eyes and had already walked out of the cliff. Qin Peng saw a cave. She lifted Qin Shuhuai up and walked into the cave. She put Qin Shuhuai on the ground, wiped her sweat and said, "Let's take a rest. I really can't walk anymore. They shouldn't be able to catch up here."

"Um."

Qin Shuhuai leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and looked very lordly.

Qin Peng resisted the urge to take action, looked at the moonlight outside, and wondered whether he should go and pick up some firewood.

But it was pitch black outside and she felt a little scared. Finally, she decided to wait until daybreak.

So she and Qin Shuhuai leaned against the wall and waited for dawn.

The cave was dark, and only the sound of Qin Shuhuai's breathing made her feel more at ease. After resting for a while, Qin Peng felt a little cold. She felt uneasy, but she didn't dare to show it. She moved carefully to Qin Shuhuai's side and squeezed together with him shoulder to shoulder.

"Stay away from me," Qin Shuhuai suddenly said in a calm voice, "Be more reserved."

"I'm not reserved!" Qin Peng squeezed closer to him and said, "It's cold at night, don't be so hypocritical."

Qin Shuhuai: "..."

Qin Shuhuai's warmth penetrated through his clothes, and Qin Peng felt much more at ease.

She never thought that one day her sense of security would come from her murderer.

She was somewhat disappointed with her own failure, but when she turned around and saw Qin Shuhuai's frowning face in the dark, she suddenly understood...

Perhaps, she herself did not know that she was actually a woman of romantic character who would light a beacon tower just for a beautiful woman's smile.

If that's the case, considering Qin Shuhuai's looks, forget about killing her three times.

Even if you kill him a hundred times, you can probably kill him.