"Sir, Mr. Song has arrived." said Kawahira, bowing outside the tent.
As soon as he finished speaking, the heavy curtain was suddenly lifted, and Song Chuyi saw a handsome young man in white clothes staring at her, their eyes locked. Just as Song Chuyi was about to speak, Zhao Yilou took two steps forward and suddenly wrapped his arms around her, causing the cloak on his body to fall off without him noticing.
Song Chuoyi could feel his body slightly trembling, he came back to himself and gently patted his back.
Heavy snow was falling, Zhao Yi Lou was like a drowning person grabbing onto a floating log, the strength in her arms made Song Chu's hair hurt, but she didn't push him away.
Kanping looked at them in surprise for a long time, but only lowered his head and did not interrupt.
The light in the lantern was blown by the wind, shining warmly on the two people, falling on their heads and shoulders, and suddenly, it was as if they had turned white-haired.
"I thought you were dead" Zhao Yi Lou's voice was low and husky, with a masculine tone that was unique to the changing voice of puberty, his beautiful vocal line made Song Chu inexplicably feel luxurious.
At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a throat-parching dryness and sour pain, deeply breathed in a cold and cool air, recalled his thoughts, only to find that Zhao Yi Lou's body had only a thin robe, patted him and said, "Let's go in first and talk later."
"Hmm" Zhao Yilou responded with a murmur and immediately turned around and walked into the tent.
Song Chu saw his reddened ears from behind and thought that he must have been embarrassed by his impulsive actions just now.
Ignored white blade unsatisfied scraped a few times snow, followed Song Chuyi into
In just half a year, Zhao Yi Lou had grown a whole inch or two taller than Song Chu. The changes from sixteen to seventeen can be described as one day at a time. In these six months, he transformed from a slender youth into a robust young man, with more defined facial features and a sharper jawline. His eyebrows slanted upwards, still the same bright eyes like cold stars, his gaze moved slightly, enough to move people's hearts.
Song Chu patted his broad shoulders "I'm so relieved, I didn't waste my time finding you all this while"
Zhao Yi Lou thought that Song Chu was comforting her, still thinking of her, and his eyes were slightly sour. But then he saw her wipe away non-existent tears with her sleeve and added, "This face is really worthy of me."
"It's better if you just think it in your heart." Zhao Yilou furrowed his brow and said.
Zhao Yilou didn't go to the main seat, instead he casually picked up two soft cushions and placed them beside the stove, where he sat down with Song Chuyi. It was then that Zhao Yilou saw the white-bladed creature crouching beside Song Chuyi, "You raised a wolf? It's so big!"
At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a pat on the head of White Edge, "It was I who went to the State of Wei and later to the State of Qin. On the way, I happened to pick up a small wolf cub that looked like you, so I raised it."
Zhao Yi's face turned dark, and he stopped paying attention to Song Chu. He got up and went to the case, took out a plate of venison, heated it over the fire, and ate it with Song Chu. At the same time, he picked up a few pieces to feed Bai Ji.
Song Chu ran all night and was both cold and hungry. Seeing Zhao Yi eating with gusto, he couldn't help but say, "You don't need to eat anymore, do you?"
"What's wrong with me being hungry too?" If it weren't for the fear of hunger, Zhao Yilou wouldn't have always had food ready in the house.
"Eat less" Song Chuoyi patted his hand down
"Hmm" Zhao Yilou didn't eat anymore but kept feeding Baijue.
For this reason, Baijian, a man who normally doesn't bother with others, seemed to have finally found his long-lost relatives and immediately threw Song Chuyi to the back of his mind.
Because Song Chu Er had never fed it deer meat so generously before
"Eat, eat, eat! You haven't done anything and you still have the nerve to eat so much, how shameless! ” Song Chuoyi looked at the plate that had been cleaned by Bai Jing until not even a drop of oil was left, and angrily poked his head.
White blade humbly weeps
Zhao Yilou looked at it in surprise, plucked up her courage and reached out to touch its head, "It's actually quite docile"
Usually, Ping Xi didn't dare to bully Bai Ye, but at this moment when he was being scolded, he got comforted and immediately went to curry favor with Zhao Yi Lou by rubbing against his hand.
"Despicable! You're really shameless!" Song Chu glared at it and said:
Zhao Yi Lou ignored her and praised, "I've never seen a wolf that understands human nature so well and is so gentle, it's really strange"
"Sir, would you like another dish?" Kawahira finally managed to interject a sentence.
Zhao Yilou said, "Good"
At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a smiling Zhao Yi Lou was beating him, his wild nature had not retreated at all. Looking at the calm and peaceful gaze, it still seemed like a beast full of vigilance, but perhaps because of her beautiful appearance, she didn't think such an expression was coarse, on the contrary, she thought it had a unique air about it.
Zhao Yilou picked up a bucket of water from the edge of the tent and poured it into a basin, pushing it in front of Song Chuyi. He still remembered that she had a habit of cleaning herself before going to sleep.
After they finished cleaning up, Kawahira brought in a plate of meat. "Young master, there's no venison left, this is wild boar meat."
"Hmm" Zhao Yilou nodded
Kanping cupped his hands and said, "That's all for now, young master. If you have any orders, just send someone to call me."
"Hmm" Zhao Yilou said
Chuan Ping sighed inwardly, he was sent by the Wu family to get close to Zhao Yi Lou, but for half a month now, Zhao Yi Lou remained guarded against him, and most of his responses were like just now, just one word.
The only thing that made Chuan Ping feel comforted was that although Hua Rong Jian was also trying to get close to Zhao Yi Lou, until now, Zhao Yi Lou had not said a word to him. Just now, it was clearly Hua Rong Jian who told Song Huai Zhen the news, but Zhao Yi Lou turned around and made demands on him instead.
This was the first time Zhao Yi Lou had let him do something, so even though he knew it would anger Master Fan, he still went ahead and did it, just to drag Hua Rong Jian down with him and make Master Fan remember his hatred. It was worth taking this risk.
"The sky is not yet bright, I'll rest for a moment" Song Chuyi had been in the raging wind and snow all night, her whole body was in severe pain. Although reuniting with him made her wide awake, she still needed to take a break.
"Let's go." Zhao Yi Lou didn't think much and took her to his own bed.
Song Chuyi took off her outer cloak, slipped into the quilt and felt a lingering warmth inside. She snuggled in comfortably, let out a contented sigh, patted the side of the bed, "What are you doing sitting there? Lie down."
Zhao Yilou heard this and took off his shoes and slipped inside.
At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he turned over and saw Zhao Yilou's beautiful and flawless profile, his black hair flowing from his shoulders to the white jade pillow, reflecting Zhao Yilou's increasingly red cheeks, truly an ultimate beauty.
Beautiful, Song Chu couldn't bear to stretch out her claws and destroy it for the first time
"What's there to be embarrassed about? It's not like we haven't slept together before." Song Chu said with a pout.
"Mind your own business!" Zhao Yilou flipped over, turning his back to her. At that moment, he was also blushing, but the night was too dark and his whole body was too dirty and messy, so Song Chuyi didn't notice.
"Hey" Song Chu poked him lightly
Zhao Yi Lou didn't turn around, reached out and patted her hand, "Don't move your hands or feet, I can hear you"
Song Chu bit her teeth and said, "Alright, I forgive you because of your beauty. How did they find you?"