"I heard someone said that Mrs. Zou's body was in mourning for half a month after she passed away, and the general who returned from afar cried in the mourning hall for half a month."
"Master is confused. General Zou is not married yet."
1. When Wen Tingyan saw Xie Qian at Daxiangguo Temple for the first time, his eyes were strange and fell heavily on him. For a moment, Wen Tingyan saw the deep sadness in his eyes, which must have been an illusion.
Rubbing his eyes to focus again, Xie Qian lowered his eyelids and noticed Wen Tingyan's gaze. He raised his eyes coldly and glanced at him. His incredibly dark pupils made people shudder.
Wen Tingyan was sure it was an illusion.
Wen Tingyan looked at the wooden sign in his hand and said, "This is Sir Xie's sign. It's not appropriate to give it to me."
"My wish is that you will always get what you wish for."
Wen Tingyan looked at Xie Qian's back as he turned and left, stunned.
2. Wen Tingyan was lying in this small boat, and the sound of rain on the boat awning above his head was very noisy.
Sorry, the wick of the kerosene lamp in the boat was burning loudly, but I was still shivering from the cold.
Wen Tingyan spent a long time mentally building up, straightened up and slowly placed himself behind Xie Qian.
"You..." Xie Qian felt like he was about to burn up. Compared with Wen Tingyan, it was like ice and fire. His ears burned red and hot.
Sticking to Xie Qian was not enough to directly wrap her arms around his abdomen, but she also shamelessly squeezed her hands into Xie Qian's palms. Well, it did need to be warmer.
Living his life again, Wen Tingyan always warned himself that hesitation would only slow down the speed of drawing his sword, and only a sharp sword could cut through the mess.
Intention: "There is a loquat tree in the courtyard. I planted it when my wife died. Now it has become as tall as a canopy."