Chapter 92 Heartbeat Temperature
Seeing her running towards him, Mingzhao couldn't help but soften his eyes, "Here she comes."
"Are we going up the mountain now?" Shi Jianli looked into his eyes, a smile hidden between her eyebrows, and her expression seemed to become lively in an instant.
Seeing his own shadow reflected in her smiling eyes, Mingzhao couldn't help but raise his hand and gently stroked the top of her head, "Well, let's go."
Shi Jianli blinked, and after he withdrew his hand, she followed him, resting her right fingertips on the armband, and occasionally glancing at him secretly from the side.
Mingzhao was still stroking the scimitar with a purple tassel in his hand, and asked with a smile, "What are you looking at?"
The scimitar is not big, and its style is exquisite and delicate, but the handle and scabbard are engraved with a ferocious-looking, fangs-baring, and claws-baring Taotie.
Shi Jianli tilted her head and smiled, "Look at you."
Mingzhao raised his eyebrows and his smile deepened. His heart was even more excited because of her two concise words. His subtle gaze passed over the corners of her lips that were raised.
"I already knew Yaoyao liked good-looking people. Am I good-looking enough?"
Shi Jianli said honestly, "If you don't look good, I won't agree to your engagement."
Mingzhao smiled, fortunately he had a good appearance, otherwise he would not have won her favor.
At the foot of the mountain, not many people were around. He hooked his fingers around the edge of her armband and, exerting a little strength, easily brought her to him. "Aren't you curious about what I have in my hand?"
Shi Jianli stopped and asked, "Are you going to give me a ride?"
"You guessed right." Mingzhao placed the scimitar in her palm. "When I was at the border, I saw that the women there usually wore a scimitar around their waists when they were dressed in riding clothes. It's also called a skirt-pressing knife."
Weapons are strength and also a means of protecting oneself. He always hopes that she is powerful.
"When the rebellion was about to be quelled, I had the army's blacksmith forge it."
Shi Jianli grasped the hilt of the knife and drew it out of the sheath. The flashing light of the knife reflected her smiling eyes.
She paused, sheathed the knife, and raised her eyebrows at him openly, "Thank you, cousin Jingyao, I like it very much."
Mingzhao curled his fingertips, his eyes lingering between her eyebrows, "A woman gives a man a skirt-pressing knife to express her love, and vice versa. I only give it to my sweetheart."
He liked the way she acted without restraining her emotions in front of him. If she laughed, she laughed; if she was unhappy, she was unhappy.
Shi Jianli's eyes trembled slightly. She stepped forward, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and looked up at him, "What do you want in return?"
"I want you to pay more attention to me, okay?"
"Okay." She nodded, her eyes and eyebrows showing a bit more tenderness and intimacy.
Mingzhao's eyes darkened slightly, and he looked away with a bit of restraint, his gaze falling on her fingertips that were grasping the corner of her clothes, "Let's continue up the mountain."
I want to hold her hand, hold her in my arms, and even do some less polite things.
Her lips should be soft and kissable.
Shi Jianli followed him in a good mood, lowered her head and hung up the scimitar.
She looked up and saw him looking down at her. Shi Jianli looked at him for a moment, and then she reached out and hooked his finger as if possessed.
After hooking her index finger around his, she blinked.
The next moment, a large hand with rough calluses wrapped around her entire hand. Unlike the comfort from last time, the warmth attached to it made her heart beat faster.
Feeling the delicate touch of his palm, Mingzhao raised the corner of his lips, "There's dew in the morning, and the mud and grass on the mountain are slippery. Don't fall."
"Oh." She responded after a moment.
He glanced at the attendants behind him, but they were looking at their noses and their minds, pretending not to see anything.
Shi Jianli followed Ming Zhaohuan one step behind him. He waved away the branches and weeds, and she was not swept away at all. The corners of her clothes were dry and tidy.
The deeper you go into the mountains, the thicker the forest becomes, the taller the treetops become, the more wild animals run around in the forest, and the chirping of mountain birds becomes more numerous and strange.
There were piles of fallen leaves on the ground, and when you stepped on them, you could hear a muffled "puff" sound. Mingzhao had not yet let go of Shi Jianli's hand, but pulled out the knife from his waist, cut off a long branch, trimmed off the branches and leaves, and handed it to her.
Shi Jianli took a branch and poked the weeds around her that were as tall as a person. A "hissing" sound came from the side of her hand. She paused and quickly retracted her hand.
A straight brown dog rushed towards them from the grass.
A strong wind blew, the knife flashed into her eyes, and a few spots of scarlet blood fell in the air. Then a snake head with fangs bared fell in front of her, and the snake's body curled up into a ball, shaking off the fishy blood.
The triangular dark brown snake head struggled a few times, and its sharp fangs spewed out venom. Blood continued to ooze out from the severed part and seeped into the dead leaves.
Shi Jianli poked the snake's head with a branch, and the snake's head bit the branch tightly. She knocked it on the ground, and the snake's head fell off.
"It's a pit viper." Mingzhao sheathed his knife. Seeing her calm expression, his eyes fell on the two maids behind her. "You're quite brave."
The maid beside her was the same as her.
"Of course." Shi Jianli curled the corners of her lips, took off the bow on her back, drew out the arrow and put it on the string, aimed at the colorful pheasant flapping among the branches, estimated its position slightly, and then let go.
The sound of arrows piercing the air, a pheasant fell from a branch.
Tianyu went to pick up the pheasant, weighed it in his hand, and said, "Miss Li, you have a good aim. This pheasant is not small, it must be eight or nine pounds."
Tianfeng picked up the snake on the ground and threw it into the large backpack on his back. He said, "This snake is quite fat. It will make a great snake soup. Peel the snake's gallbladder and take it back to Doctor Xiao Chu."
Xianyue and Lanxing silently moved away from him.
Seeing this, Tian Feng smiled and said, "I didn't ask you to take it. You're all dead, so what are you afraid of?"
During previous battles, they had often skinned and roasted snakes to eat. If the situation was dire, they would just tear the raw snake meat apart with their teeth and chew it into their stomachs. They had never been afraid of these reptiles.
Lan Xing said, "I'm afraid the snake's blood will drip onto my shoes."
Shi Jianli tilted her head and said to Mingzhao, "I don't eat snake soup."
Not being afraid of snakes is one thing, eating them is another.
Hearing her serious tone, Mingzhao suppressed his laughter and said, "Let Tianfeng and the others handle it. They won't appear on your dinner table."
Going further in, Shi Jianli shot another sika deer, and Ming Zhao was watching her calm expression as she drew the bow.
Tianfeng and Tianyu went to collect the prey. Shi Jianli turned to look at him and asked, "Why don't you take the bow?"
The bow he carried on his back looked very heavy, and the arrows were also specially made heavy arrows. He had walked for such a long time, and even climbed up the mountain, but he showed no signs of fatigue.
"I brought you here to play hunting because I saw you were good at it. I hope you enjoy it. Even if I don't help, we will still have plenty of prey today.
Before the breakup with the Yang family, his impression of her was that she was just his sister's friend and his brother's cousin, so he couldn't be rude and pay too much attention to her. His first impression of her was due to her exceptional archery skills.
Shi Jianli stared at his bow, "Can I try your bow?"
Mingzhao still smiled as he took off the bow and placed it in her hand, "You can hold it, but I'm afraid you can't open it."
The first feeling when she picked it up was that it was heavy. Shi Jianli found it a bit difficult to lift it with one hand. She pulled the bowstring, but it really couldn't be pulled open.
She handed the bow back to him in frustration.
Mingzhao still put his arms around her from behind, holding her hand, and helped her raise the bow. He pulled out an arrow from behind and put it on the string. He smiled and said, "I can take you to try it."
The warm breath he exhaled fell beside her ear, and a tingling sensation crawled up her skin. Shi Jianli tightened the string in her mind, "Why are you carrying such a heavy bow?"
Mingzhao's gaze shifted from her trembling eyelashes and tightly pursed lips to the silly roe deer jumping in the woods on the slope. He lifted her arm up with his hand, drew the bowstring to full length, aimed, and then released his fingers.
Then his voice fell into her ears along with his breath: "I heard there is a tiger in the mountains."
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