Liu Xiangchen's eyes were burning and he said nothing, but he seemed to have said everything.
Liu Qingge always felt that she owed something to Liu Xiangchen. She opened her mouth but said nothing in the end.
In winter, Southern Qi is not as dry and cold as the Northern Desert. The wind makes people feel lazy, but it makes people unable to open their eyes.
If not, why would her eyes be so sore.
…
It was already the third day when she was waiting for Liu Qingge to return to Beimo. The bumpy journey made her exhausted. When she was waiting for Liu Qingge to wake up, she was lying in Leng Wushuang's arms.
She didn't know if Leng Wushuang was sleeping or not. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw his distressed look: "Ge'er, are you hungry?"
Liu Qingge shook her head and just looked at Leng Wushuang, with the slightest wave of confusion in her eyes.
"You're so tired along the way. You slept all afternoon. Even if you're not hungry, you should eat something." Leng Wushuang turned around and wanted to order his servants to prepare food.
As soon as he stood up, Liu Qingge grabbed his hand.
"I do not want to eat."
"How can you do this if you don't want to eat it?" He said with a straight face, as if he was severely criticizing.
"Then let's change the farewell dish." Liu Qingge said with a smile.
"Okay, what dish should I change?"
Liu Qingge stood up and lifted his chin, then kissed him: "Then I might as well eat you."
"you!"
His eyes suddenly changed, and his eyes turned bright when looking at Liu Qingge.
After Liu Qingge finished speaking, he kissed him directly. She nibbled on his lips bit by bit, as if tasting a rare delicacy in the world.
Frost fell all over the ground, and I could only hear someone whispering.
A cold wind came through the cracks in the window. Liu Qingge woke up and touched his side, but there was no one except the quilt.
After she put on her clothes, she saw that Leng Wushuang was already practicing, with a silver spear as nimble and versatile as a spiritual snake.
Leng Wushuang stopped what he was doing when he saw Liu Qingge approaching, threw the silver gun on the weapon rack and walked to her side and said, "Why don't you sleep more, but you are hungry?"
Liu Qingge nodded obediently.
Leng Wushuang said immediately: "I'll ask the kitchen to bring the prepared rice."
Liu Qingge responded and returned to the house, but a moment later Leng Wushuang personally brought the food: "Have a try."
Nowadays, food is in short supply, and even Liu Qingge only eats ordinary food. Liu Qingge is used to extravagance on weekdays, and ordinary food is difficult to swallow, but he still forces himself to eat.
Leng Wushuang seemed to be able to see Liu Qingge's serious reluctance, and comforted him: "If you are not used to it, I will let the soldiers hunt more game and improve their food."
"There's no need to do anything special for me. Although I'm usually a bit spoiled, I can still bear this little pain."
"It's a shame for me, Ge'er. The food in the military camp is vulgar and can't compare to the food you usually get cooked by the chef at Qingfeng Tower."
"I'm just a bit greedy on weekdays. This little hardship is nothing. If you think so, who do you think I am." Liu Qingge pouted her mouth and was very dissatisfied with Leng Wushuang.
"No, Ge'er, that's not what I meant, what I meant was-"
"Fool."
"Why do you always call me stupid?"
"Don't you allow others to tell you that you are stupid?"
"Then I think I am the smartest person in the world."
"Just you? Are you number one in the world?" Liu Qingge couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering.
"Yes, I'm not the smartest in the world, so why did I marry the smartest wife in the world!" Leng Wushuang looked proud and complacent in his eyes.
"Okay, okay! You are the smartest person in the world, the smartest person in the world. You can tell me what you did when I was away!"
Leng Wushuang's face turned red: "I didn't do anything. There has been some disturbance in Beimo recently, but I quickly suppressed it."
"Is it the Yelu family?"
Leng Wushuang was stunned. This news was very recent and should not have reached Liu Qingge. It was pure speculation that Liu Qingge could talk about the Yelu family.
"It is indeed the Yelu family."
"It's normal. Although your killing of Yeluqi is a secret, Yeluqi has been missing for many years, so this debt will definitely be settled on Zhongzhou."
"With the current situation, there are still a few people in the Northern Desert who want to fight." Leng Wushuang analyzed optimistically.
Liu Qingge sighed and said sadly: "Although I don't want to think of the worst, the situation in Zhongzhou is still the worst. You still have time to keep an eye on Beimo. If the situation in Zhongzhou If the chaos continues, will you still have time to control the situation in the Northern Desert?"
This analysis cannot be said to be the most pessimistic, but if Song Jingshu and Song Jingrong really get into a complete melee, the situation can only be worse than what Liu Qingge analyzed.
Leng Wushuang sighed: "Song Jingshu also understood that if he falsely conveyed the imperial edict and asked me to quell the rebellion, it would be the last move he could make. If he made this move, even if he forced me to send troops, the entire Zhongzhou would be defeated. Falling into a situation of no return.”
"If Wushuang really spreads the imperial edict, will you really go?"
Leng Wushuang confessed: "If it was for righteousness, I shouldn't go. I would rather persist in the name of resisting and disobeying the decree. But if it is for Ge'er, Song Jingshu's imperial decree just gave me an excuse."
"If Leng Wushuang brings the Leng family army into this battle, he will definitely suffer infamy. Although you and I are husband and wife, I don't want Wushuang to bear any infamy for me."
"Can Liu Xiangchen do it?"
"I don't know what you mean?" Liu Qingge was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to reply to Leng Wushuang.
"Ge'er, I am your husband, and I am also the general of Zhongzhou. I don't want there to be any estrangement between you and me. What's more, I have abandoned the identity of the Prince of Beimo from the beginning. There is no relationship between me and Beimo. There is no emotion, only hatred." Leng Wushuang looked at Liu Qingge, the pain in his eyes could not be concealed.
"Wushuang, what does Zhongzhou mean to you?" Liu Qingge asked.
Leng Wushuang replied without hesitation: "It is my real hometown. I grew up in Zhongzhou and saw a lot of warmth and warmth. My adoptive father gave me a real home. My education since I was a child is to protect Zhongzhou. It is my The responsibility is also my mission.”
"So you are different from my little uncle. He is the adopted son of the Liu family, and he bears the same hatred of the Liu family as I do. The new hatred adds to the old hatred. The hatred between me and Zhongzhou can no longer be solved." Liu Qingge couldn't help but feel a little bit in her heart. Bitter, there were too many things in her heart, and she owed too much to Liu Xiangchen.
"He is the adopted son of your Liu family, but I am the son-in-law of the Liu family. Do we have to separate one person from another?"
Liu Qingge was stuck in her throat, and she had no way to refute. Although she persuaded Liu Xiangchen countless times, she still couldn't stop Liu Xiangchen from doing this. It was her own selfishness to not let Leng Wushuang get involved.
She was destined to owe Liu Xiangchen her whole life, and she didn't want to add another person to her life.
"Wushuang, you know that's not what I meant from the beginning to the end."
