Chapter 387 Epilogue (End) (2)

   Chapter 387 Epilogue (End) (2)

  Chu Qianqian leaned over and took a sip on his lips, “I’m happy that we can always be together like this.”

  Zhuge Ye’s eyes flashed a trace of complexity, and he clenched her hand.

   Ever since she witnessed Ouyang Qing’s death in front of her, Chu Qianqian stopped her plan to “confess and be lenient”. Anyway, what difference does it make if she is Ouyang Qing? She likes Zhuge Ye, and Zhuge Ye likes her too. There is no need to poke an ugly hole in this peaceful and beautiful window paper.

   As for His Majesty Sejong, this kindness may only be repaid in the next life.

  When Xiaobao was seven years old, Zhuge Ye began to travel around the world with Chu Qianqian. They played day and night, and the time passed very fast.

  On this day, Chu Qianqian sat in front of the mirror and looked at the wrinkled face in the mirror: “Zhuge Ye, look, I have wrinkles! Zhuge Ye, do you remember how old I am this year?”

  Zhuge Ye leaned over, looked at his pale wife from the bronze mirror, and smiled: “Where are the wrinkles? I didn’t see it.”

   “There are some! Look! Here! Here…” Chu Qianqian pointed to the corner of her eye, trying her best to prove that her observation was accurate.

   Zhuge Ye lowered his head and kissed her chattering lips, domineering and wild, wishing to tear her apart.

  Chu Qianqian was kissed so softly that she leaned against his shoulder, gasping for breath: “Zhuge Ye…I…I have wrinkles…Isn’t…that ugly?”

  Zhuge Ye kissed the corner of his eyes, tender and pious: “Then do you think I’m ugly?”

   said, he took Chu Qianqian’s hand and touched the corner of his eye, where, just like Chu Qianqian’s, there was also a trace of time.

  Chu Qianqian looked at him fixedly. After seeing this face for many years, he never got tired of seeing it. Not only did this little crow’s feet not reduce his beauty, but it made him more mature.

  Chu Qianqian saw her heart pounding: “It’s neither ugly nor ugly, so pretty!”

Snapped!

   Zhuge Ye patted her round little butt!

  Chu Qianqian smiled: “It’s not pretty, it’s handsome, handsome!”

  Zhuge Ye came to the roof with Chu Qianqian in his arms. Chu Qianqian sat on his lap with his back against his chest. Afraid that she would be cold, he covered her with a thin blanket.

   “Qianqian.”

“Um?”

  Chu Qianqian leaned back and pressed his forehead against his neck. It was early autumn and she was not cold, but she liked to rub against him.

   Zhuge Ye kissed her forehead, held her hand in his palm, and intertwined his fingers: “You are twenty-five this year.”

  Twenty-five.

  Chu Qianqian blinked her eyes: “I’m twenty-five, are you twenty-eight?”

   Wrinkled at such a young age, she must have been exposed to too much sun, no, she has to go back to the palace! She doesn’t want to age prematurely!

   “I like the way you look.”

   he said suddenly.

  Chu Qianqian was stunned: “Do you like my wrinkles?”

   “I like you to grow old with me.” He said, his tone was very calm and gentle.

Chu Qianqian’s heart softened for the most part, but she still couldn’t get over the hurdle in her heart: “Let’s get old again when we return to the palace? There is a special cream in the palace, and the queen mother used that, so she couldn’t tell her age at all. ”

   Zhuge Ye laughed.

  Chu Qianqian glared at him angrily: “What are you laughing at? Did I say something wrong?”

   Zhuge Ye held back his smile: “That’s right, she’s not naturally beautiful, she only uses the palace cream to keep her beauty forever. If we have cream, we must be prettier than her.”

  Chu Qianqian turned around and randomly bit his face.

  Zhuge Ye touched the embossing on his face and smiled instead of anger: “There is another one here, symmetrical.”

  Chu Qianqian lost her temper and lay down softly, like a dead pig.

  Zhuge Ye touched her head: “Qianqian.”

“died.”

   Zhuge Ye slapped her little **** again.

  Chu Qianqian stood up from the pain and glared fiercely at him: “Have you been addicted to domestic violence?”

  Zhuge Ye’s thin lips hooked, revealing a malicious smile: “Well, I’m addicted.”

   said, his big palm slipped into her skirt.

   In the next second, his face changed greatly!

   “Chu Qianyan!”

  Chu Qianqian smiled charmingly: “Guest officer, or?”

  This woman, this woman…

   Zhuge Ye’s hand was placed at the base of her bare legs, almost spitting out a nosebleed.

  The crescent moon hides in the clouds, the breeze blows the branches and leaves, and the mother bird covers the eyes of the baby bird with her wings.

   Don’t look at it, it’s not suitable for children.

  Chu Qianqian’s strength was exhausted, and she glanced at the sky inadvertently, only to feel that the stars were dazzling tonight.

   At dawn, Zhuge Ye received a biography from flying pigeons.

  Chu Qianqian fed him a mouthful of the crystal dumplings he had just made: “Whose letter? Are you so happy?”

   Zhuge Ye finished eating the dumplings, his lips and teeth were fragrant: “The mother wrote it, the father is awake.”

   Six years later, I finally woke up.

  Chu Qianqian raised the corners of her lips in relief: “Can we go see the royal father?”

   Zhuge Ye shook his head: “It’s too far.”

  Chu Qianqian didn’t understand the meaning of coming too far. In her opinion, let alone Liangzhou, the ends of the earth can’t be considered far away, because he doesn’t need to go to court, they have time.

   But soon, Chu Qianqian would find out that the two of them lacked the most time.

  After breakfast, Chu Qianqian and Zhuge Ye went for a walk on the mountain.

   Encountered a little white rabbit on the way, Zhuge Ye wanted to catch Chu Qianqian as a small pet, and fell into a deep pit accidentally.

The    pit was not deep, so he didn’t break any bones, but cut the back of his hand.

  The wound was deep with bones, which made Chu Qianqian feel bad.

   “You are you? You are not a child anymore. What can’t you do with a rabbit? Did I say I like rabbits? Did I say I want a pet?”

   While complaining, he cleaned Zhuge Ye’s wound.

  Zhuge Ye looked at her pitifully: “Hey—it hurts! It hurts! Ah! You murdered your husband!”

  Chu Qianqian couldn’t hold back and laughed.

   Zhuge Ye took the opportunity to kiss her lips.

  Chu Qianqian continued to treat his wound very “calmly”. How could she know that her face and small ears were already too red.

   “Huh? Zhuge Ye, your bones aren’t healed yet!” Chu Qianqian’s eyes widened in surprise when she saw his blue-gray hand bones.

   “What is it?” Zhuge Ye frowned slightly.

Chu Qianqian said: “You were stabbed by Zhuge Yan’s dagger on the day of the solar eclipse. When I was treating your wound, I found that your bones were a touch of black and gray. At that time, I only thought that you were poisonous…but this It’s been so many years, why are your bones still black and gray? I’m sure you’re not poisoned!”

   (end of this chapter)