Chapter 8 Dragon and Phoenix and Ming--Happy Life

(First of all, if it is really a tragedy, I will spend a lot of pen and ink to write about the death of the hero. The war is just a trick, so Momo deliberately wrote it briefly and is afraid of abuse. It's not that it's unclear. Momo doesn't want to affect the plot because of this. Please understand. If you want to see it, Momo will improve it then.)

One (freshman)

"Mom, mother, look, now my son Mo has caught a rabbit, and Zimo has caught a rabbit."

Hearing the sound and putting down the clothes in his hand, Shen Sirong turned around and looked. Not far away, a child in white was running towards her, but because he was holding a rabbit in his hand, his movements were particularly awkward. This child looks exactly the same as the child in Shen Sirong's dream, and he was born with cold plum fragrance, so Shen Sirong still named him Zimo. He is the lost child.

Looking behind the child, a cloth robe still can't hide his long figure and handsomeness between his facial features. Those black eyes with a smile made Shen Sirong's heart tremble.

"Mother..." A milky child hugged Shen Sirong's leg, forcing her to squat down helplessly.

A kiss fell on the child's face: "Go ahead, Zimo put the rabbit away, and then call his uncle back for dinner."

"Good." He promised loudly, and Zimo twisted his little body and walked to the river not far away.

The man who put down the objects in his hand had washed his face, came forward to hug Shen Sirong, and pecked her sideburns.

"Are you back? But it's hard?"

"Hmm. Not tired." How can you be tired when you are waiting?

A simple dialogue, but there is infinite warmth flowing in Shen Sirong's chest. Yes, the person holding him is Xiao Yuanqi who "dead" at the border. The warmth on his back made Shen Sirong laugh, and such a relaxed smile seemed to have never happened before.

"What are you laughing at?" Xiao Yuanqi stroked Shen Sirong's slightly bulging lower abdomen and whispered.

"I'm wondering how you wanted to take advantage of the war..."

Shen Sirong drilled into Xiao Yuanqi's arms and listened to the gentle voice in his ear: "At the beginning, when I saw that you lost your heart, I knew that I didn't want anything without you. And the seventh brother said, break his wings and grind his heart. It just made me realize that I really shouldn't have let you stay there. So, I want you to leave, and I want you to live your own life. And the war in Xikun helped me. The commander of Yanmen Pass was killed by Xikun, but the injury of the seventh brother was indeed done by me.

"So you have a reason to drive in person?" Shen Sirong kissed Xiao Yuanqi on the chin.

"Yes, so I personally fought in the northwest. In the battle of Xuefeng, I am fully sure that I will not be injured at all. That body is just a dead general in Xikun, but I poisoned his body and ruined his face." When Xiao Yuanqi said this, he couldn't help sighing in his heart. How would the people react if they knew that the hero emperor they worshipped was a general in Western Queensland?

Shen Sirong also smiled and couldn't help wrapping Xiao Yuanqi's generous back of his hand: "But the news made me so sad, at no time..."

"What at all costs? Don't hesitate to jump off the cliff and follow each other?" Xiao Yuanqi's words were full of jokes, which made Shen Sirong blush.

"Jumping off a cliff? What's jumping off the cliff?

Holding the cold night in black, the little Zimo asked doubtfully.

Looking at the cold night, Shen Sirong smiled. If it hadn't been for the cold night following her, Xiao Yuanqi would not have died, but he would have died.

And the cold night was not officially integrated into the imperial army like the rest of the dark guards, but followed them to this desert village. He married her as a brother and sister in front of Xiao Yuanqi, and Xiao Yuanqi also agreed.

But Shen Sirong is not at ease. Isn't it harmful for a lifetime to follow them like this...

"Your parents said that there is a kind of kung fu that you won't get hurt if you jump off the cliff." The cold night smiled at Shen Sirong and picked up Zi Mo.

"Really? That ink also needs to learn, uncle, can you teach me? Zi Mo stared at a pair of pearl-like eyes, and his cheeks were full of transparent pink, which naturally made the cold night unable to refuse. The cold night nodded and took the lead in walking into the wooden house.

"The cold night seems to be particularly attentive to Zimo." Xiao Yuanqi muttered.

Shen Sirong took his hand: "Yes, but it's not a bad thing for one more person to love Zimo..."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Two (Sun sunrise)

On the cliff, two figures in white were mixed, with the man behind him and the woman beside him in the other. In the distance is a sea of clouds, and the sky is still dark blue. The dark blue and white clouds are wrapped around each other, making people feel soft.

"Is it cold?"

Xiao Yuanqi untied his coat and wrapped Shen Sirong in a cold plum fragrance.

"I'm cold, but as long as you are by my side, I won't feel cold. Isn't it?" Shen Sirong held Xiao Yuanqi's arm with his backhand and couldn't help but get closer to each other.

Xiao Yuanqi nodded and looked into the distance, looking at a trace of light red spreading in the deepest part of the clouds.

"Look, the sunrise is about to come out."

Shen Sirong was no longer distracted, and a little flame ignited in his watery eyes: "This is the first time I've seen the sunrise..."

"In the future, as long as you want to see it, I will come with you, how about it?" Xiao Yuanqi came to Shen Sirong's face and stretched out the tip of his tongue to tease her earlobe. Shen Sirong's face was dyed red like a morning glow.

Shen Sirong broke away from his arms a few times, and when he raised his eyes again, Hongxia had spread closer and closer from the distance.

"It's beautiful..."

The clouds have never dispersed. The white clouds were stained with red clouds. Looking at the red light from the pavement, their eyes couldn't help but darken. Xiao Yuanqi stretched out his hand to block some light in Shen Sirong's eyes and said softly, "It's dazzling."

With a smile on his lips, Shen Sirong slowly opened his eyes and adapted to the brilliant light.

When the red disk rose, everything seemed to revive. There was the sound of chicken singing in the barren village at the foot of the mountain, and there seemed to be birds singing under the cliff.

"Let's watch the sunset next time." Xiao Yuanqi chewed and smiled and whispered in Shen Sirong's ear, "In that case, we don't have to leave in a hurry..."

The meaning of the words made Shen Sirong blush and reached out to hit him. And Xiao Yuanqi also readily accepted that this scene was very plain, which she once thought about.

"Have you ever regretted giving up everything?" Shen Sirong and Xiao Yuanqi held their fingers and asked.

Xiao Yuanqi squeezed his thin lips: "I don't regret it. Holding the son's hand, my heart is enough.

"Wish to win a person's heart and never leave each other."

"This is natural, heart to heart, how can it accommodate others? You are the only one beside me in this life. I will always hold your hand and watch Zimo and Wanwan grow up with you and watch them get a family. Is it good?" Between his thin lips, he said the love words belonging to Xiao Yuanqi. His heart has never been so warm. The distant past is only buried in the outstret memory point. Since then, thousands of mountains and rivers have been deeply in love with you and me...