"Yeah." Chu Qiao agreed softly and leaned her head on his shoulder. She suddenly felt that God was so kind to her.
Yan Xun's chest rose and fell slightly, and he whispered, "I will always treat you well."
Chu Qiao smiled softly and nodded imperceptibly, "I always believe in you."
There was silence all around, the gauze curtains of the tents drooped to the ground, and occasionally the sound of a copper clock could be heard, and the rustling of fine sand sounded like mulberry leaves in early spring.
"Ah Chu, let's get married after the war in the east is over."
Chu Qiao raised her head and looked at him, and Yan Xun also looked at her, his eyes were like blurred flowing colors, clean and warm. In a trance, the expression was still the same as many years ago. The young boy looked at the petite girl and swore through gritted teeth: "If anyone dares to hurt you, I will fight him to the death!"
At this moment, Yan Xun hugged her and exhaled softly, "Achu, all the storms are over, and we are still together."
Yes, everyone changes, but you and I won't.
"Yeah." A huge smile spread across her lips and she threw her arms around the man's young body, even breathing heavily with satisfaction. I always believe in you, always believe in you, always believe in you.
The wind is like the spring willows in March, silent all the way, cutting through the curtains, with flickering candlelight and gentle swaying gauze curtains. My mood is peaceful, just like Hotan. In the evening, Yan Xun came back and the two of them had dinner together. Seeing Feng Zhi and A Jing busy packing things for Yan Xun, Chu Qiao asked casually, "Are you leaving soon?"
Yan Xun opened the letter from the east while eating, and nodded lightly, "Soon."
"I'll go with you."
Hearing this, Yan Xun raised his head, put down the letter in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "The war is raging in the east, the Great Xia army is strong, and you are not in good health. I really don't want you to follow me on a long journey and take risks. Now that there is no war in Yanbei, you should stay here."
Chu Qiao frowned slightly and said anxiously: "I am fine now, please let me go with you, I can help you, I can..."
"Ah Chu, I have never doubted your ability, but you should take a break." Yan Xun said this very forcefully, in a low voice, looking at her with burning eyes, "Ah Chu, you have worked hard enough, leave the rest to me, don't you trust me?"
For a moment, Chu Qiao didn't know what kind of emotions were surging in her heart. She was slightly stunned, and her hand holding the chopsticks suddenly trembled. She took a deep breath and slowly said: "I'm just worried about you."
Yan Xun's expression eased, and he reached out across the table, held her hand, and said with a smile: "Don't worry."
Chu Qiao smiled slightly, but didn't know how to respond. She suddenly remembered that she had not asked about military affairs for a long time since Yan Xun came back. She didn't even know where the Daxia army was currently.
There was a cold wind blowing outside, and even though there was a blazing fire in the house, it still felt a bit cold. Yan Xun liked to eat chestnuts. When she had nothing to do during the day, Chu Qiao would sit at the head of the bed and peel them one by one. She would often sit there for most of the day. The sweet fragrance of the chestnut meat filled the air like mist, lingering silently in her nostrils, intoxicating her. Peeled chestnuts were placed on the bedside, desk, coffee table and other places within reach, and the room was gradually filled with fragrance.
The quilt was thick and soft, with patterns of auspicious clouds and flying dragons carefully traced in gold thread. The bed was huge, and could accommodate seven or eight people. Chu Qiao reached out her hand and spread the bed for him layer by layer, feeling a rare sense of peace in her heart. Perhaps, only when she did something for him could she feel at peace.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind her. Chu Qiao did not turn around, but just said casually: "The water is already boiled, you first..."
Her waist was suddenly hugged by someone, and the man's gentle breath sprayed on her snow-white neck. Chu Qiao was forced to stand up straight, and she smiled and pushed him away, "Stop it, I'm making the bed."
"Outsiders would never have thought that Lord Chu Qiaochu, who had defended Beishuo and made great military achievements, would do such trivial things."
Knowing that he was making fun of her, Chu Qiao laughed and scolded: "How heartless! I have taken care of you for nearly ten years. You make me sound like a female demon who can do nothing but fight."
Yan Xun smiled and said, "No, I'm just feeling grateful for my good fortune."
Chu Qiao suddenly turned around when she heard this and said, "Then let me follow you, and I can take care of you."
Yan Xun looked at her, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared. He looked at Chu Qiao for a long time and asked slowly, "Ah Chu, do you know what my biggest wish has been over the years?"
Chu Qiao raised her eyebrows slightly but did not answer.
Yan Xun did not want her to answer, and continued: "These years, every time I saw you running around for me, I swore in my heart that one day, when I, Yan Xun, have a chance to succeed, I will never let you suffer any grievance or harm. I will let you live a life of luxury, peace and happiness, and enjoy all the honors and favors that a woman can enjoy. Ah Chu, I am a man. I would rather see you make my bed and set the table for me than to fight for me."
Yan Xun's expression was very calm, but his eyes were serious. Chu Qiao looked at him, unable to tell what she felt for a moment. She lowered her head, many emotions flashing through her heart one by one. Finally, she slowly reached out her hand and hugged Yan Xun's thin waist, "I understand, I will stay here and wait for you. You must be safe and come back soon."
Chu Qiao's voice was gentle, and Yan Xun was immediately moved when he heard it. He couldn't help but stretch out his slender fingers and slowly lift up Chu Qiao's pointed little chin, looking deeply into her eyes, and then, soft and delicate kisses fell on her temples, eyes, cherry lips and neck. His arms were so tight that he tightly embraced her waist, and between the friction of lips and teeth, a slight murmur was heard, so tempting, as if to tear one's reason apart.
Yan Xun's breathing became a little disordered, and a fire started in his lower abdomen. His big hands wandered over her back, but even with such force, it was still not enough. An urgent desire arose from deep within his body. The touch of lips and teeth could no longer satisfy him. He seemed to want more, more and more.
The huge bed was hidden in the heavy gauze curtains, and it had a different kind of seductive atmosphere than usual. Yan Xun picked up Chu Qiao's soft body by the waist and laid her down on the bed.
When her body touched the bed, Chu Qiao was panicked. She suddenly felt a chill in her body. She opened her eyes helplessly, but was immediately covered by a hot breath. The symbolic shove did not stop the sudden rise of desire. The man pressed her down, rubbing his body against hers. The thin shirt he wore indoors could not cover her skin, which was hot and burning.
"Yan...Xun..." A panting voice sounded, like water waves flowing in gently. For a moment, it was impossible to tell the joy or anger in it, and it was hard to tell whether it was rejection or acceptance.
The hand that had been holding the sword for years lifted the collar of her clothes and slid in slowly. When he touched the smoothness of her chest, Chu Qiao's cry in his ear could no longer stop him. His breathing suddenly became extremely rapid. The wonderful touch instantly ignited the last bit of rationality in his mind. His hoarse voice echoed in Chu Qiao's ears, like a dream, "Ah Chu, I'm afraid I can't bear it anymore."
Chu Qiao had lost the ability to speak. Her slightly open mouth was covered with a cloth and she could only make a humming sound. Bian Bei's teeth were gently licked by the tip of the tongue, and he felt a tingling electric shock and his skin trembled. The quilt beneath him was smooth, and the weight of his body was so heavy, yet so safe. Her clothes slipped off her shoulders, revealing her snow-white shoulders, which looked like fine porcelain under the light.
A thought suddenly flashed through her mind. Chu Qiao struggled to free her mouth. Her voice was as hoarse as water as she murmured, "Yan Xun, how old is Jing Yue'er?"
Yan Xun was slightly stunned. She was talking about how old Jing Yue'er was, not how old Chu Qiao was. But is there any difference between the two? The man who didn't know the truth was somewhat resentful. He looked at her and accused her, "Ah Chu, you seduced me!"
Chu Qiao shook her head pitifully, "How could I have that?"
"You appear in front of me so beautifully, just to seduce me!" Yan Xun took a deep breath and kissed her white earlobe gently, "Besides, every time you seduce me, you are irresponsible."
Chu Qiao felt a tiny shiver all over her body, and she couldn't help but slightly arch her body, but she still said intermittently: "You... are... unreasonable..."
"I'm just too reasonable, that's why I can't do anything to you." Yan Xun sighed silently, "Ah Chu, I really want to marry you right away."
"Then marry her." Someone suddenly said in a low voice without thinking.
As soon as she finished speaking, her face turned red. Chu Qiao buried her head in the quilt. Yan Xun was stunned for a moment, then he burst into laughter with a very hearty voice. Chu Qiao felt that she had lost her mind. How could she appear to be more impatient than him?
"That won't do." Yan Xun forcibly pulled her out and held her on his lap. "Yan Xun is now just a traitor living in Yanbei. Yanbei is a desolate mess, and everything needs to be rebuilt. How can I welcome my wife in this humble room? When the war in the east is over and the overall situation in Yanbei is stable, I will build a golden palace to marry you, and use the northwest granary of Daxia as my betrothal gift. My Ah Chu, you must be the most distinguished bride in the entire Simon Continent, and the one and only love of my life, Yan Xun."
Even though she already knew what he was thinking, Chu Qiao was still shocked when she heard his words suddenly. Her eyes turned red and she almost cried. She slowly lowered her head, leaned on his shoulder, and whispered, "I don't want anything, I just want you to be well and safe."
"You don't want it, but I have to give it to you." Yan Xun smiled and kissed her forehead. "I know how you have lived these years. This is my dream. I have dreamed of it for many years. I owe you too much. I can only use the rest of my life to make it up to you."
Her heart seemed to be placed in warm water, gently enveloped by the candlelight. Chu Qiao sighed softly, "Is there still any debt between you and me?"
Yan Xun's face darkened slightly, and his voice lowered slightly, "You have suffered a lot, I know it."
The candlelight crackled, the heavy gauze curtains swayed, and figures leaned against each other, with their clothes fluttering.
After bathing, Yan Xun did not wear a nightgown, but a casual dress. Chu Qiao asked in confusion: "What are you going to do?"
Yan Xun casually picked up a long cloak and put it on her, then said with a smile, "I'll take you back to your room."
"Go back to the room?" Chu Qiao was stunned. She had been sleeping together with Yan Xun these past few days. Actually, it was nothing. They had always slept together when they were young, and it had been many years. Yan Xun has been guarding her day and night since she was sick these few days, and he often eats and sleeps with her. It’s already so late today, why does he want to send her back?
"Why? You can't bear to leave me?" Yan Xun teased her, but then he said with a sad face, "Ah Chu, we are not children anymore. I have been unable to sleep at night these past few days. My life is even more miserable than being a hostage in Zhenhuang City for ten years."