Tyrant I am from MI9

Chapter 114

Qin Zhiyan's sleeves were held in Qingxia's hands. Under the lights, his face was as noble as a quiet lotus flower, and his gentle smile surrounded Qingxia like a sea. When he saw Qin Zhiyan for the first time, he could only I feel that his temperament is luxurious and extravagant, with the demeanor of a fairy.But now the more frequent contact, his face became more and more elegant, he sat down slowly on Qing Xia's bedside, with a soft voice, with the comfort of willow leaves brushing his cheeks.

"Emaer, I don't want you to apologize to me. If you really feel that you owe me, can you promise me one thing?"

Hearing this, Qing Xia quickly said: "You say, as long as I can do it, I will do it."

Qin Zhiyan smiled slightly, and said in a deep voice: "This matter may be easy for others, but it is very difficult for you. Do you really agree?"

Qing Xia was stunned, finally nodded, and said softly: "I believe in you, no matter what you say, I will definitely agree."

Qin Zhiyan stretched out his slender fingers to brush Qingxia's hair at the temples, and pulled it behind her ears, and said with a soothing voice, "I just hope that every time you want to do something in the future, you will do it for yourself first." Safety considerations, stop charging for others and disregarding your own life and death. I just hope that you can live a peaceful, joyful and happy life like an ordinary woman, and you will not be injured and bleed again. I just hope that you can stop pretending to be strong and sad You can speak out when you are sad, and don’t swallow your tears. I just hope that you don’t want to rely on others, and you are covered with bruises and bruises. I hope you can also be weaker. You can lean on someone else, hide behind someone else."

"Emaer, I just hope that you can live a simpler, calmer and happier life."

Qing Xia lowered her head slightly, with chaotic emotions surging in her heart, her tears gently echoed in her eyes, but they never fell.The room was quiet, and the smell of calming incense slowly wafted in the air, making one want to have a good sleep.

Qin Zhiyan's smile was very weak, but it was so warm, he put down the stove, approached Qingxia, put his hands on her slender shoulders, his voice was as mellow as old wine, like autumn wind and Fusang.

"Emaer, if I can, I really want to be the man you can rely on."

"Qin Zhiyan?" Qing Xia's tail voice slightly raised, she raised her head and looked at this usually calm man in astonishment.

"Don't worry," Qin Zhiyan patted Qing Xia's back lightly, like patting a child to sleep, and wrapped Qing Xia in his arms, "I can give you time, you can wait slowly, Now, I just hope you can give me a chance to take care of you and protect you."

Qing Xia's tears finally flowed out slowly, she leaned against Qin Zhiyan's arms, her cheek pressed against his chest, the tears drenched his faintly scented clothes bit by bit.

This is a kind of warmth that has never been experienced before, and it is also a kind of peace of mind that has never been experienced before. Whether it is in the past or in this life, her life is like a dry grass without roots. She is at ease in the cold wind and has seen too many autumn frosts. severe cold.She struggled to survive and looked forward to a place where she could settle down, but she never thought about finding a man who could accompany her and give her a stable life.Maybe, she once secretly pinned her hopes on Chu Li, but unfortunately she was ruthlessly crushed in front of reality. At this moment, her mind suddenly became a little confused, but she was moved, wronged, and unspeakable emotions. It surged in his heart, and finally turned into tears, flowing on his clothes.

Qin Zhiyan stretched out his hand to gently caress her hair. At this moment, Qingxia was as quiet and docile as a kitten.She put away her sharp claws, put away her fierce weapon, and put away her murderous spirit and cautiousness, just like a child.

"Emaer, if you have nowhere to go, just stay with me."

The night was thick and the moon was shining brightly outside. Once upon a time, someone whispered to her like this. Those drifting past events were finally swallowed up and disappeared in the tide of troubled times, and there was no trace of them anymore.And the person who once said this, under which bright neon is he living the life of a king full of prosperity and prosperity that he was looking forward to?

Qing Xia leaned against Qin Zhiyan's arms and slowly fell asleep.

If possible, let time stand still at this moment, everything is calm, the world is quiet, and everything is safe.

The Daqin soldiers and horses who had been stranded in Yaoguan for three days finally embarked on the journey to Bailuyuan again slowly.

Qin Zhiyan was sitting in the carriage, leaning on the soft cushion, with his black hair pulled up casually, wearing a plain robe, soft boots and big sleeves, holding a book, resting his hand on his forehead, watching quietly.That way he looked like a general leading an army, he clearly looked like a son of an aristocratic family who went out to parade.

Qing Xia was sitting in a corner of the carriage, holding a copper hand stove, tilting her head and looking at him fixedly, with a slightly dazed expression.Her body hasn't recovered yet. She fought to exhaustion that day and lost a lot of blood. It will take time to recuperate. Besides, she has a good record now. Zhuang Qingxia has maintained a body of fine skin and tender flesh for many years, which has been tortured by her There is not much left, big and small injuries are everywhere, completely destroying this beauty's body, I don't know if one day she is suddenly kicked out of this body and the real Zhuang Qingxia comes back, will she collapse and die depressed.

However, she never cared about these things. In modern times, she had countless wounds, including gunshot wounds and knife wounds. It's just that modern scar removal techniques are better, not as primitive as here. Only some drugs that promote blood circulation and promote muscle growth can be used.

Xi Linchen really worried about the scars on Qing Xia's body for a long time, Qing Xia told him several times that it was okay, but he could only meet his guilty eyes.The child believed that everything happened because of him, so he blamed himself all the time, no matter how Ren Qingxia tried to enlighten him, it was of no avail.

Perhaps feeling Qing Xia's blank gaze, Qin Zhiyan put down the scroll and turned to look at Qing Xia and said, "What's wrong? Is it uncomfortable to be a carriage?"

"En?" Qing Xia was taken aback for a moment, then regained her composure, quickly shook her head and said, "No, I'm fine."

Qin Zhiyan put the scroll aside, picked up the teapot on the small table beside him, poured a cup of clear tea, handed it to Qing Xia and said, "I'm bored sitting in the carriage, if you are bored, you can call Xi Linchen to accompany you .”

This carriage has a huge space, with bookshelves, long tables, soft beds, incense burner and brazier and other items, it is simply a small bedroom, and three or five people can eat and chat in it without appearing crowded.Just as Qing Xia was about to speak, Qin Zhiyan frowned slightly, half clenched his fist, put it near his mouth, and coughed heavily.A gust of cold wind blows in, Qing Xia's eyes swept away, only to see that the curtain of the carriage was blown open, and the white cold air was visible to the naked eye.With quick hands and quick eyes, Qing Xia pulled the thick curtain, hooked it with the small hook underneath, then half-kneeled on the thick carpet, beside Qin Zhiyan, patted his back nervously, said in a deep voice Asked: "How are you? Is there anything wrong?"

Qin Zhiyan coughed for a while, took a sip of the tea Qing Xia handed over, and then calmed down a little.After a lot of tossing, his cheeks flushed slightly sickly, but the rest of them were as pale as snow, he raised his head and smiled weakly at Qing Xia, and said softly: "It's okay, it's an old problem."

Qing Xia half-kneeled in front of him, raised her head, looked into his gentle eyes, felt a burst of unspeakable depression, slowly stretched out her hand, and caressed Qin Zhiyan's chest, like a mother stroking a little girl. The child is smooth.

"Qin Zhiyan, what's wrong with you? Can you tell me?"

Qin Zhiyan smiled lightly, brushing the top of Qingxia's head with his palm, he twitched the corners of his mouth with a light smile, and said gently: "It's some old disease, don't worry."

Qing Xia lowered her head slowly, seeing that he didn't want to say more, she wisely stopped talking.That day in the Qingmu Hall, she saw Qin Zhiyan vomit blood with her own eyes. How could such a serious and fatal illness be as simple as he said? He has always been like this, and everything seems so calm , but only he knows the danger inside.

Qin Zhiyan, you always say that I carry everything on my shoulders, but in fact, why aren't you such a person?

"Then eat more pears." Qing Xia conveniently picked up a yellow pear from the fruit tray on the table and handed it to him, saying, "You always cough, and your trachea must be bad. Eating more pears is bad for your throat and trachea." They are all good, and I will eat three of them every day, one in the morning, one in the evening, and one in the evening.”

Qin Zhiyan nodded with a smile, his smile was bright, like a ray of pure sunshine.

"Don't read the book." Seeing that Qin Zhiyan picked up the previous volume again, Qing Xia snatched it off, flipped through it casually, saw that it was some geographical maps of mountains and rivers, threw it aside casually, and said : "There are still a few days to go, so you should sleep for a while and take a rest."

Qin Zhiyan smiled lightly, and nodded when he heard the words, like a person who would never lose his temper, he agreed: "Okay."

Inside the warm carriage, fine sandalwood was burning faintly, and above the incense burner, there was a light blue smoke rising vertically.Qing Xia laid a cushion for Qin Zhiyan, took out a thin blanket from the small box, covered him, and said with a smile: "Go to sleep for a while, I will call you when we arrive in Fancheng."

The campsite for tonight is Baizhangyuan, [-] miles away from Fancheng City. The terrain here is open and close to the foot of Mingshan Mountain. It is an excellent camping place for marching.

After observing during this period of time in the army, Qingxia finally understood the reason why Xichuan dared to open the country and let the other three countries enter.The topographic division of the four countries is indeed a masterpiece that has never been seen before. It is no wonder that the four countries have suppressed each other for so many years, but no one family has become so dominant that it is out of control. They all come from here.

(End of this chapter)