Dandere General and his Lord

"You are doing the right thing. Economic status often determines social status." Cheng Qianye patted Yao Tianxiang on the shoulder, "Tianxiang, you are really a keen and insightful woman, it's a pity that you live in this era. if……"

"What if?" Yao Tianxiang asked strangely.

Cheng Qianye missed his mouth and was embarrassed.

Yao Tianxiang pushed her shoulders: "It's you, how long are you going to hide from Qiaosheng? He's going to Zhengzhou again? You are really cruel."

Cheng Qianye was lost in thought.

"Your Qiaosheng seems to be worrying about gains and losses recently," Yao Tianxiang said in her ear, "He came to see Sima Tu yesterday..."

When Cheng Qianye returned to the palace, the setting sun was already shining at night, and palace lanterns were lit everywhere in the palace.

She sat at the table for a while, always feeling a little uneasy.

So he paced out and walked around the corridor for half a circle. The side room, which was only separated from her bedroom by a wall, also lit up with dim candlelight.

Although Hashimoto lived near him, if he hadn't been summoned, he never took the initiative to find him at night.

Cheng Qianye was curious for a moment, and quietly approached the house, through the gap in the window lattice, she saw Mo Qiaosheng reading a book under the lamp.

"Qiaosheng?"

Cheng Qianye knocked on the door.

I heard a panicked sound of crackling in the house, and it seemed that someone had fallen from the chair.

After a while, Mo Qiaosheng opened the door, he looked flustered and his face was crimson.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Qianye bit her lip and stretched out her hand, "What are you so nervous about? Show me?"

Mo Qiaosheng avoided his eyes, turned his face away, stiffened his body, and refused to speak.

For the first time, he refused the master's request.

Cheng Qianye smiled, she knew what it was: "A hot spring? Tonight? Just the two of us."

The Moon God Spring in Xishan, surrounded by white mist, is like a dream come true on the night of the fox, fire and insects.

Mo Qiaosheng soaked his body in the warm spring water, holding a black ribbon in his hand, raised his eyes and bound them.

He will soon go out to attack the Quanrong, this may be the last chance to be alone with the lord before going to Zhengzhou.

Mo Qiaosheng repeatedly warned himself in his heart: No matter what the lord does, he must show his liking. This time, I must make the lord happy, and it must never be the same as before.

"Would you like to take off the tape and have a look? Hashimoto."

A voice sounded by the spring.

Take off the belt?

The lord asked me to take off the belt in front of me.

Mo Qiaosheng hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and untied the black silk ribbon in front of him.

He turned around slowly.

There was a figure sitting on the bank of the pond made of white marble. The man had long hair, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his slender feet slid gently into the water.

Dressed in the moonlight, he came towards him like a dream.

Chapter 75

At that moment, Mo Qiaosheng almost felt that he had lost the ability to breathe. He opened his mouth slightly, unable to believe his eyes.

At the other end of the spring, the man slowly swam towards him in the smoky water.

He, she is not a man.

Like the spirit in the mountains, and like the phantom of water.

That long wet hair, like gentle algae, floated on the water and swam in front of him.

She stretched out a jade arm with drops of water hanging from the water, and lightly touched Mo Qiaosheng's face.

"Qiaosheng, I'm sorry for hiding you for so long."

The mists of the past seemed to be cleared away in an instant, and the dream and reality overlapped.

Mo Qiaosheng felt that his heart had fallen into the warmest spring, rolling in the hot spring.

"Qiaosheng, do you... do you like it?" Cheng Qianye was a little embarrassed.

She pretended to be a man for too long.

So much so that asking her to confess her gender in front of others, even if that person is her sweetheart, is something that makes her feel a little embarrassed.

Therefore, although the words had come to her lips several times before, she was unable to say them in the end.

Even if she finally made up her mind this time, she was still a little nervous.

What if he doesn't like me as a woman? What to do then?

Cheng Qianye nervously looked at the sapphire soaked in water in front of him, for fear that there would be a hint of disgust or rejection in the pure azure blue.

The night wind blows gently,

On the water under the moonlit night, a gorgeous peach tree bloomed.

Cheng Qianye laughed,

She breathed a sigh of relief and stood on tiptoe in the water.

For the first time, he got his wish and put a stamp on that person's lips with his real identity.

Mo Qiaosheng couldn't help but take a step back. The hard stones on the shore of the pool pressed against the skin of his back, reminding him that there was no way back.

The cruel days of childhood flashed through his mind,

Muddy and dilapidated tents, threats of starvation and death, years of desperate struggle in a pool of blood...

Why, I can get all this now.

In front of him, the woman was standing in the spring water shrouded in white mist, staring at him with a gentle smile.

The master gave me, always more than I expected.

Too many to believe.

Will all this

just a dream,

If this is a dream, please let me never wake up.

he wept,

Reaching out his hands, holding up that gleaming white face,

Weep softly, kiss repeatedly.

Cheng Qianye closed his eyes, letting Mo Qiaosheng's wet lips and cháo wet tears keep falling on his face.

He cried again, he always likes to cry like this, but I like him like this.

It's just that I like it, I enjoy it, and I don't want to extricate myself.

When she first came to this world, Cheng Qianye was a woman with a gentle personality, even with a little cotton softness common to ordinary women.

She was also at a loss for a while, hoping to find a support in this crisis-ridden world.

But she met her own sapphire, a unique gem that only belonged to her.

This seemingly taciturn and stoic man has a sensitive and fragile heart.

In front of him all the time, his eyes could not be restrained from reddening and tears fell.

So she always felt that she should be firmer, stand firmer, and be able to reach out and take care of her beloved.

Unconsciously, the two held hands with each other and came to this day together.

Now, she stands taller and more stable. And Qiaosheng also picked up his self-confidence and got his own world.

Cheng Qianye stretched out his hand, pressed Mo Qiaosheng's chest, and pressed him down little by little, letting him lie on the warm white stone on the pond shore.

Leaning down, she kissed the tears off Mo Qiaosheng's face: "Don't cry, Qiaosheng, if you cry like this, I can't help but want to bully you again."

With her hands in the water, she quietly picked up the black ribbon floating on the water and touched Mo Qiaosheng's hands.

When Mo Qiaosheng, who was dizzy from the kiss, reacted, his arm had been cut behind him by a black silk ribbon.

"My lord, I..." Mo Qiaosheng wanted to sit up.

Cheng Qianye's finger on his shoulder stopped him,

"Qiaosheng, you know, I still have a lot to do. I don't want to and can't restore my daughter now, so I can't really be with you yet."

Mo Qiaosheng blushed: "Well, then I can also wait."

"What are you waiting for?" Cheng Qianye laughed, she leaned over and bit the red pendant gently, whispering in his ear, "You are so cute, I don't want you to wait at all, eh? "

Mo Qiaosheng was flustered and speechless.

The soul-sucking voice came in thinly from his ears, and drove in until he poked at the top of his heart.

"Just tell me, do you like it or not?"

He didn't know what he was doing indiscriminately.

The man smiled happily: "This time, if you are crying and begging me, I will not let you go."

...

In the night sky, a full moon shines over the mountain springs.

On the warm white stone by the spring, lay the body of a man.

The red glow on the man's face had not disappeared, there were tears in the corners of his eyes, his thin lips were slightly different, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Cheng Qianye sat on the shore and carefully packed his things.

She poured herself a glass of sake. Drink and pour yourself.

The wine was cold, and it slightly lowered the redness on her face.

Raise a glass to the moon.

Cheng Qianye sighed softly.

She stretched out her hand and pulled at the thin blanket of the person lying beside her, shielding him from light.

Am I going too far.

But he is about to go out. I don't know how long it will be before we can be together again. I really miss him.

When will the world be stable and achieve the real goal in my heart.