56th bowl of soup (2)

Later Tan Youling regretted it because she got too much...

From the plain tent, a white and tender arm was occasionally stretched out, Ruyu’s skin was covered with reddish hickeys, and sometimes a slender leg was stepped out, but it was quickly pulled back, and then it continued to be ambiguous and moving. Good voice.

Tan Youling was already crying. How did she know that after the sensational hug, she didn't say something about herself together, or else she held her hand and watched her tears and her eyes were silent and choking. How could there be no end? Although this kind of thing is very comfortable to do, and she panicked after not being together for a long time, but this frequency is a bit too much. As for even eating in bed? !

"Hey, don't cry, don't cry." Han Qingyan coaxed her softly, seemingly gentle and considerate, but in fact brought back the half of her body that had managed to escape with a hug and belt, and while kissing her teardrops, Indulge in endlessly.

When Han Qingyan was finally satisfied to let Tan Youling go, she was tired of crying and fell asleep.

He was indeed out of control, he just wanted to hold this woman tighter, half-heartedly letting go. But... Han Qingyan looked at Tan Youling with tears in the corner of his eyes, unavoidably guilty in his heart, got up lightly, cleaned the bodies of the two and hugged her into a deep sleep.

When Tan Youling woke up, it was dark outside. She didn't know how long it had been, but she didn't have the soreness and pain she had imagined, and she exuded the scent of ointment. In the past, he would inevitably have times when he was in need, every time he would massage her with medicine while she was asleep, this time he wanted to do the same.

Tan Youling wants to be angry, but how can he be angry? She was lying on Han Qingyan's chest, her heartbeat in her ears was so real and powerful. This time, none of them need to pretend, all of them are real, in this life... etc. She was robbed of relatives as soon as they met, and then she was turned into a red wave. She was made to forget: "Husband, husband! Husband wake up--"

Han Qingyan opened an eyelid, listened to her call, took it down and pressed it into his arms, hummed casually, and kissed her little face again, "Go to sleep."

"Don't sleep! You haven't told me what is going on yet!"

He opened his eyes and looked at her, sighed, still held her arms, kissed and kissed again: "What's the matter?"

"How can I still see you? Mo Ze said that if I took the initiative to tell you who I was, I wouldn't be able to show up next to you, how could it—" She seemed to think of something, her face pale. "Did you—did you do something I don’t know?" If so, why bother to follow her, everything is for him to return to his world and not get lost, or to kill innocent people indiscriminately. In the end, there was only one life left, and after the revenge, the soul was gone. But if such a consequence is caused by his own troubles, Tan Youling's heart is full of guilt.

"It's not your relationship." Helpless, Han Qingyan lifted her small face and let her look at him. "Who said I did something you didn't know? I won't hide anything from you. I will tell you what you want to know."

She stared at him blankly.

Han Qingyan felt that she was very cute, so he couldn't help but smile, and said, "Thanks to you, I didn't get lost in Zhan Ran's world. Otherwise, I would kill those innocent disciples. Even if I could come back, there would be no afterlife. ."

Tan Youling still didn't understand. Han Qingyan couldn't help being amused when she saw that she was a little stupid: "Being able to pretend to be by my side without being recognized for so long, Ling'er doesn't look like a fool!"

After getting a blank eye, he continued: "I just let it go."

"Let go... what?"

"Perseverance."

Tan Youling blinked: "I don't understand..."

"The ghosts in the Wangchuan River are neither afraid of death nor pain. The only thing that traps us is obsession. The reason why every minute and every second in the Wangchuan River is tortured is because even if there is no After the memory, the pain will not disappear, but it will always exist with the flogging of the soul, and it will become more and more painful." Han Qingyan's voice was calm. "Because of this, every ghost wants to climb up. If you climb up, you can go back to the past, but who can really climb up?"

"I was selected by the Naiheqiao master to complete the task through five worlds before returning to my life. The reason why each world works so hard is for my own obsession." Han Qingyan kissed her finger and stared at her. "Now I put it down."

Tan Youling didn't think so, she just didn't understand, she was not a fool. "What did you put down?"

"I don't want to hide from you, I still hate it, and I hate it to the bones, and the desire for revenge has not stopped for a moment. But if I can get you back without revenge, then I am willing to do anything." Han Qingyan said indifferently. "Anyway, they will die in the future. After death, there is justice."

"I'm still dragging you down..." Tan Youling's eyes flushed, just wanting to cry.

Han Qingyan couldn't see her crying, and simply overwhelmed people. Tan Youling immediately forgot to cry: "Do, what?!"

"Do something that can make you forget about it." Han Qingyan said. "In order to make me forget the hatred too, if you stay with me wholeheartedly, I won't be sad."

Is that the truth? Tan Youling seemed to make sense at first, but when she thought about it, she felt cheated again. But by the time she reacted, it was too late...

As a result, she was eaten over and over again. As long as she mentioned that she had something bad, Han Qingyan would not say a word and pressed her to do it until she stopped mentioning it again. In the end, she was tired to death and fell asleep, but Han Qingyan was refreshed and there was no kidney deficiency and leg softness.

Looking at the sleeping beauty in his arms, Han Qingyan just wanted to laugh. He has a new body and a new identity, and a beautiful woman who can accompany him throughout his life. Hatred is important, but he doesn't think about it. Is there anything he can't overcome in this world? Because no matter how great the hatred, Yi and Ling'er seemed not that important anymore.

As long as he resists revenge, in this life, they can live together happily and have a few children. She has always wanted children. This time he will not leave her. This is more important than anything else.

Han Qingyan is not a fool, Han Qingyan knows how to choose.

Tan Youling fell asleep until the next day. She yawned, but realized that she was the only one on the bed. She immediately lifted the quilt, and the door was pushed open. Han Qingyan walked in, with early in her hand, looking at her with a smile.

Her face flushed with a brush, as if returning to when she had just married a long time ago, he would get up and punch every time she woke up, and then would return to the room before she got up, full of sunshine and the beauty of the morning.

"Woke up?"

Han Qingyan first kissed his wife before reaching out to take the prepared clothes and put them on her. Seeing the wedding gown shredded and thrown on the ground last night, he felt more unpleasant and kicked to the bottom of the bed, even the value. Even the Phoenix Crown of the city has not escaped the fate of being destroyed.

"I can do it myself..."

"I want to help you."

He had said so, Tan Youling had to obediently stretch his arms and legs, and put on clothes with the help of Han Qingyan. Finally he squatted down and put on her shoes. The small lotus feet were white and tender, and the toenails were round and lovely. Han Qingyan couldn't help but touch it lightly, and Tan Youling flushed with embarrassment: "My husband!"

Only then did he wake up from his confusion and intrigue, smiled low, put on her shoes and socks, took her as a baby and sat at the table in his arms as if he were a baby. Tan Youling thought it was so strange. They used to be married for so long and he had never been so clingy, but now it seems that she can't walk or eat by herself, so she has to feed every porridge.

"tasty?"

Nod. "The husband did it?"

"Yeah." Han Qingyan's expression was indifferent, and his eyes were indeed unspeakably gentle. He fed Tan Youling, so he swept away the rest of the food. Tan Youling opened the door and found that there was a small yard, and there was a swing in the yard. He asked, "Husband, that swing..."

"let's go play."

She smiled, kissed his face, lifted the skirt and ran over. Han Qingyan followed along and rocked her swing. Hearing her silver bell-like laughter, it seemed that the whole person was much happier.

Tan Youling never asked for much, but he wanted to give her all of himself.

When she was tired from playing, Han Qingyan wiped the sweat on her forehead with his fingers, and asked, "Is it fun?"

"Yeah." She likes to swing and fly high in the air, as if she has no troubles.

Han Qingyan smiled and squeezed her face. "Tomorrow we are leaving."

She didn't ask why, but nodded her head very well and sensibly. "it is good."

Han Qingyan explained to her: "The people of King Ruyang don't know when they will come over, and I am anxious to take you back."

"What are you going back for in a hurry?"

"Get married." Han Qingyan touched her forehead. "I have already ordered the people in Guli to prepare for marriage. This time it is Han Qingyan who wants to marry you, not that fellow Chi Jing."

Tan Youling was amused by his jealousy: "But Chi Jing is also you."

Han Qingyan said, "Then I'm not happy."

She laughed happily when she heard it. The husband used to be taciturn and seldom talked about love, but the husband now seems to have honey on his mouth, especially sweet words. "My husband's mouth is so sweet."

"you try."

try what? Before Tan Youling could react, Han Qingyan squeezed her chin and dropped a long kiss. The thunder that kissed again for a while shook the ground, almost out of control. It didn't take long to get off the bed, but it seemed that he was going back again. It was Tan Youling who pushed him away and separated his lips, and there was an ambiguous waterline connecting with each other. Han Qingyan's eyes were like fire, extremely hot. At that moment, Tan Youling felt that the soul was burned to ashes and it was worth it.