Luo Jinyu interrupted Meng Haowen's worries about himself.
"Stop thinking so much."
After finishing speaking, he walked towards his tent, quickly wrote a few lines of words, and then handed them to Meng Haowen.
"Send this to the Holy One intact."
Meng Haowen carefully took the letter from his hand and kept it properly.
"Yes, General, by the way, my subordinates have already sent a message to Haowu. I think they will be here soon."
"Well, okay, then go ahead and get busy."
After Meng Haowen left, Luo Jinyu sat alone and thought about some issues.
On the other side, Meng Haowu received the letter from Fei Ge and opened it to see that it was his eldest brother telling him to go to the camp quickly.
He immediately stood up and packed his clothes. He took a deep breath and looked at Miyue with firm eyes, which were full of determination and firmness. "Madam, the general asked us to go to the camp quickly. I think something must have happened." So, if you are tired, please ride over with me, it will be a little faster."
"okay."
Mi Yue didn't ask him why, thinking that there must be something serious going on by asking them to rush over.
And if he wants to let himself pass, then, presumably something happened to Shu Zhihan. Otherwise, how could the general let himself pass? This is definitely because of Shu Zhihan.
Just like that, they set off.
Meng Haowu was riding a horse, holding Miyue in his arms, his heart full of firmness and determination.
They passed through the village, passed the hills, and came to the road.
Meng Haowu used all his strength to bear every bump and every ups and downs. He knew that he could not relax in any way. .
In the evening, Meng Haowu took Mi Yue to a river.
They stood quietly on the shore, admiring the beautiful scenery under the sunset. The river was crystal clear, and the golden afterglow shone on the river, creating a peaceful and warm atmosphere.
Meng Haowu tied the horse to a nearby tree. He chose a tall and strong oak tree to ensure that the horse could safely wait for their return.
He deftly unbridled the horses and tied them comfortably to the trees, carefully ensuring that no harm came to them.
At this time, Mi Yue stood quietly, watching Meng Haowu's skillful movements. She felt very peaceful and safe in her heart. She stood beside Meng Haowu, enjoying this beautiful moment.
"Why are you looking at me like this? Do you think your husband is too handsome?"
Miyue smiled and stepped forward to hug his arm, "That's right, my husband is the most handsome man in the world."
"Why do I feel so uneasy when I hear you say such things? No, madam, you should be as kind to me as before. Otherwise, you can punch me, so that I feel a little better."
As he spoke, Meng Haowu actually stretched out his face, gesturing for her to beat him.
Seeing him like this, Miyue couldn't help but want to laugh.
She raised her hand and moved it down quickly. When it seemed like she was going to hit him, she hugged his neck.
Meng Haowu was caught off guard. He originally thought he would be beaten, but what he didn't expect was that he would be kissed.
Mi Yue's lip marks still remained on Meng Haowu's face, and the bright red color seemed to be imprinted on her heart, and also imprinted on his heart.
Both of them lowered their heads in embarrassment. Meng Haowu glanced at her secretly, and felt a sense of joy in his heart when he saw her shy expression that had not completely subsided.
Mi Yue lowered her head, her blushing face seemed to be even redder under the sunset, like a blooming peach blossom, slightly shy in the breeze.
She glanced at Meng Haowu secretly from time to time, the shyness and sweetness in her eyes blended together, as if she was acquiescing to this secret and deeply liking Meng Haowu.
As for Meng Haowu, his eyes were full of smiles, a happy smile. He looked at Mi Yue and her shy face.
, looking at her red cheeks, his heart was full of satisfaction. He knew that this was his woman, his wife, his sweetness, and his happiness.
At this moment, neither of them spoke, just enjoying this shy and sweet feeling.
Their heartbeats are racing, their smiles are blooming, and their happiness is in the air.
Meng Haowu was dressed in black. He held Mi Yue's hand. That hand was as slender as jade, cold and soft. He held it tightly, as if he didn't want to let go of this familiar hand.
The big tree they backed was ancient and solemn, showing the tenacity of life.
Meng Haowu found a comfortable position, and then carefully led Mi Yue to sit down. She gently snuggled next to him, and the faint fragrance, like warm sunshine, surrounded his soul.
They sat there quietly, holding hands, as if the whole world had disappeared and only the two of them were left.
"Aren't we in a hurry? We should rush to the camp earlier. Why are we still here? Otherwise, let's go."
Mi Yue said and wanted to get up, but was stopped by Meng Haowu.
"Don't be so anxious. Look at how beautiful the scenery is now. I also want to be gentle with my wife for a while. The general treasures his wife and is anxious for us to go there. Then I have to treasure my wife properly." "
"This is the first time you have said such things to me. Think about it, when you saw me before, you either quarreled with me or laughed at me."
Meng Haowu took her hand and gently brought her into his arms, "Okay, it was all my fault in the past. I promise, this will never happen again in the future."
Miyue smiled and buried herself deeply in his arms.
The two people leaned against each other and watched the sunset gradually disappear and turn into a crescent moon.
Gululu~
Suddenly, a sound came from Miyue's belly.
She looked a little embarrassed. Meng Haowu looked down and then smiled.
"You must be hungry."
Miyue touched her belly awkwardly, then nodded, "Well, it seems true."
Meng Haowu stood up and said, "You take a rest here while I go find some food."
When he was about to leave, Miyue grabbed him and said, "I don't want it, or I'll go with you."
Meng Haowu looked at her and wanted to laugh. He shook his head helplessly, and then said, "Okay, then let's go together."
Then, he reached out and pulled Mi Yue up from the ground.
They walked into the forest. The two of them looked back and forth and found some fruits on some books, so they walked over.
Meng Haowu climbed up the huge old tree dexterously.
The branches of the old tree twist and turn, and under the cover of dense green leaves, the ripe fruits shine like pearls. His target is the farthest one, a fruit with deep red color and sweet fragrance.
He used his hands and feet to climb on the tree trunk. Every grip and every kick seemed to be a challenge to nature. The leaves of the old tree fell around him, seeming to tell endless stories. He ignored them. His eyes were firm, only aiming at the fruit he had longed for.
He finally got close to the fruit.
It was big and full, as if saying to him: "Come on, you deserve me." Meng Haowu stretched out his hand and picked the fruit. At that moment, his heart was filled with the joy of victory.
He sat on the trunk, admiring his prize, the fruit, like his victory, hanging in his hand.
With full satisfaction and joy, Meng Haowu jumped directly and landed firmly on the ground.
He wiped the red fruit in his hand clean on his clothes and then brought it to Mi Yue.
He said with a smile: "Madam, eat."
Mi Yue held the red fruit in both hands and was momentarily moved.
Miyue held the bright red fruit in her hand tightly, her eyes deep and focused. It is full and round, its outlines are full of the tension of life, and its unique smell permeates the air, carrying a
An irresistible temptation.
Miyue's fingers gently slid across its surface, feeling a silky smooth texture, a cold and slightly elastic feeling.
Her eyes turned to Meng Haowu. His face was filled with a joyful smile. It was a pure and sincere smile without any impurities. His eyes were full of expectation, which was an eager and hopeful expectation. , he was looking forward to Mi Yue’s reaction.
His figure was so resolute, and every move he made exuded incomparable confidence and strength. This confidence and strength made Miyue feel at ease, and at the same time filled her heart with expectations.
Meng Haowu stretched out his generous palm and looked at Mi Yue with a smile.
Mi Yue gently placed the red fruit in Meng Haowu's hand.
Meng Haowu couldn't help but feel a little strange. He looked at the red fruit in his hand, and then saw Mi Yue's eyes, and he quickly understood.
He stretched out the red fruit in his hand and stuffed it into Mi Yue's mouth.
Their eyes met, their heartbeats seemed to be beating at the same moment, and their souls seemed to be burning at the same moment.
Meng Haowu smiled again and said, "Let's see your man catch a fish for you."
"Really? Do you know this?"
Meng Haowu patted his chest, "That's necessary. Who am I? Let's go."
After saying that, he took her hand and walked towards the river.
Under the moonlight, the moonlight on the river was like silver and sparkling, stretching Meng Haowu's shadow long. His eyes shone with concentration in the dim environment, like a leopard looking for prey.
He gently bent down and carefully stretched out his trembling hands, as if he was performing a mysterious dance with the elves in the water. His fingers were like flexible boats, quietly gliding across the water without making any sound.
Suddenly, he thrust his hands into the water like lightning, and then quickly lifted it up.
I saw a shining silver fish tightly held in his hand. It shined seductively in the moonlight, and its tail kept twisting, trying to escape from his grasp.
A smile flashed across Meng Haowu's face, full of joy.
