My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

It was a rainy day in March and April. It was gray and lingering. It was damp inside and outside the house, and the light and shadow were dim. In the sunny room, the windows were not closed, and the raindrops floated in, like a hazy veil.

The rain was hitting the windowsill, dripping.

The person on the bed was frightened by the dream, frowning, and had not yet woken up. In the dream, there was an unparalleled handsome young man standing at the bridge. He was wearing white clothes and looked noble and handsome.

It was you who knocked me off my horse just now?

Whose son are you?

The daughter pretended to have a male voice: Yong'an Marquis Mansion, the Third Young Master of Qin.

He knocked her hair down and lazily put the sword on his shoulder: I am the seventh son of the Tian family, Prince Li, Rong Li. I dare to ask the girl her name.

At the palace banquet, beside the rockery, he was still dressed in white and reached out to brush the fallen flowers on his sword.

This sword is given to you. Your father said that to be your husband, he must be able to beat you.

Urnajia. Yingchen, what do you think of me?

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon was full, the sweet-scented osmanthus was fragrant, and the wind was blowing the flowers all over the sky. He was under the tree, looking at the woman's heroic features.

Yingchen, you please me.

You like me, right?

He held her hand: On August 28th, there will be a draft at Prince Li's Mansion. I'll be waiting for you.

If you come, I will choose you as my concubine. If you don't come, I will run away to find you.

Yingchen, I will proclaim myself emperor, and I will demolish the three palaces and six courtyards. On August 28th, can you come? I want to marry you, I want to marry you.

The person under the tree smiled sweetly: Okay, I will be your wife.

On August 28, there was an urgent report from the border. All the loyal members of the Dingxi General's Mansion were killed in the battlefield. She took off her blouse, put on her military uniform, and ordered the generals to send out troops under the city gate.

He chased her out of the city on horseback and begged her in front of the city gate with red eyes.

Ahe.

Can you please not go?

I'll go for you. I'll guard the northwest.

I just want you, don't I just want you?

Don't die in the battle. No matter what, save your life for me. When you come back, I will marry you as my queen.

War smoke was everywhere in the northwest, and the news of the defeat came to the Imperial Capital. At that time, he was already the ninth most eminent person in the country. He fell from the dragon chair with red eyes.

I will fight in person, and those who disobey persuasion will be killed.

The soldiers came to the city, and the mountains and rivers were stained with blood.

He stood on the city, looking at her under the city with the light of the beacon tower, his pupils were scarlet: Wan Guang, if you dare to touch a hair of hers,

I will slaughter your whole family!

He drew his sword and pointed it at Marquis Yong'an: Why should I sacrifice my beloved woman? She is my queen. Which one of you's life is worthy of being exchanged for her?

Open the city gate for me!

Open the city gate!

Almost at the same time, the woman's blood-stained hand held the handle of Wan Guang's knife and pushed the sharp blade into her throat.

Ahe!

Go away, my Ahe is down there, she is waiting for me!

He was crying, on the high wall, in front of all his ministers, his eyes were red from crying.

Ah He, wait for me, I'll be here...

In front of the Golden Dragon Palace, wine bottles fell to the ground. He was holding the sword she gave him and talking to himself. Blood spurted on the sword, and he curled up and called Ah He.

Qin San, in my life, I will live up to the country, the country, and the millions of people in Chu.

I only failed her, I failed Ah He.

The sword fell and knocked over the wine cup.

He closed his eyes and tears fell down the pillow: I'm leaving, I'm going to accompany her, I can't keep her waiting any longer...

Ahe.

Ahe...

The person on the bed suddenly opened her eyes and woke up from her dream. She was stunned for a long time and touched her face, which was full of tears.

What's going on here? Why are you crying again?

Xiao Jinghe wiped his eyes carelessly, put on a coat and got out of bed, opened the door, and the aroma of vegetables from the kitchen filled his nostrils.

Did I wake you?

He Liangqing poked her head out from the kitchen, her eyebrows were gentle, and her voice was like the rain outside the window, soft and thin.

Xiao Jinghe shook his head, poured a glass of cold water, and drank it in one gulp: I woke up from a dream.

Her hair, which is just above her shoulders, was cut short in the morning. She has three eyes and five eyes, with starry eyes, pink and phoenix eyes, and upturned eye ends. She is very beautiful but has a certain heroic spirit. Perhaps because of her profession, her temperament is much calmer than that of her peers.

He Liangqing always said that she was too heroic and it was easy for people to overlook the exquisiteness of her appearance.

Did you dream about that movie again?

Um.

He Liangqing came out of the kitchen and frowned: If I had known better, I wouldn't have taken you to see it.

At the end of May last year, The Empress was released, and they went to the cinema to watch it together. Since then, Xiao Jinghe has always dreamed about the scenes in the movie, over and over again for a long time.

She said it was probably because her name was also Ahe.

She changed the subject: What did you do?

He Liangqing smiled: The winter melon pork ribs you like to eat.

He Liangqing is a girl from a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. She has a good temper and good cooking skills. She is a gentle person without any temper. She and Xiao Jinghe were college classmates. After their parents divorced and started their own families, she became redundant and stayed with him after graduation. Imperial Capital, shared with Xiao Jinghe.

Xiao Jinghe is a native of the imperial capital, similar to He Liangqing. Having a family means not having one.

The phone rang. It was her father. Xiao Jinghe frowned and answered.

On the phone, Xiao Changshan said in a bad tone: It's your grandma's birthday next month. Please come back.

It's not a discussion, it's an order.

Xiao Changshan is an authoritarian person and doesn't like others to disobey him.

He had never liked her as a daughter, so he only said: Let's see.

Sure enough, there was anger over there.

What's your attitude?

She tried to be patient: I'm very busy and have to go on a mission.

When Xiao Changshan heard this, he became even more displeased and sarcastically said: What's the point of a useless firefighter?

She couldn't listen anymore and interrupted: Mr. Xiao, her tone was already cold, I will hang up if there is nothing else.

After saying that, without waiting for Xiao Changshan to say anything, she hung up the phone and rubbed her temples, her head hurting a little.

He Liangqing brought out the pork rib soup: Your father?

Um.

She went to the kitchen to get a bowl again: He seems to be contacting you frequently recently.

Xiao Jinghe thought about it, and it was indeed: Maybe my stepmother blew some pillow wind.

That Mrs. Xiao is such a powerful person. She can write a textbook-level history of struggle from the third grade to the first wife, from the stage girl to the wife of the chairman of Xiao Real Estate.

There will be a book signing for The Empress in the afternoon, He Liangqing asked her, Are you going?

She took a sip of the soup and hesitated for a long time.

Go ahead.

When I passed the bamboo courtyard, I met a monk and talked to him, so I had half a day's leisure.

The name of Tiao Xian Ju is taken from these two lines of poetry. Lu Qidong, a rough guy, is very arty and makes Tou Xian Ju look decent.

Among the four first-class private rooms of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum, the one on the left is the most respected. The Meiyuan on the far left never entertains guests and is only for his group of young children to have fun.

When it comes to eating, drinking and having fun, Lu Qidong dares to be second in the entire imperial capital, and the first is of course the young master of the Huo family.

Huo Changxun crossed his legs and nestled on the sofa in the elegant room as if he were boneless. He poured himself a glass of foreign wine. He had a good appearance and was a bit more handsome than a girl from Jiangnan. However, he had hooks at the corners of his eyes. Adding to the romance: At three o'clock in the afternoon, the youngest of the Lin family has organized a game. Are you going?

Rong Li hung up the secretary's phone: I'm going to the autograph session.

What are you going to do? Huo Changxun laughed at him, Didn't you ask Dongzi to show up for you? What else can you do?

This guy is Lu Qidong, who was sent by Rong Li to show up for him at the book signing. Lu Qidong, the two brothers from the Huo family, and Rong Li, the youngest of the Rong family, all grew up wearing a pair of underpants. They are all in the same military compound.

Rong Li said nothing and was looking at his phone.

Huo Changxun put down his wine glass and kicked the table opposite him with his toes: Are you looking for someone?

He said in a very calm tone: Yeah.

Sure enough, I still didn’t give up.

After the movie was finished and the book was published, he blew the wind of The Empress abroad. The two elders of the Rong family thought that Young Master Rong was going to give up business and pursue literature.

Only Huo Changxun knew that he was having a big dream and was going crazy.

Rong Li, it's okay if it's not enough, it's been so many years. Huo Changxun persuaded jokingly.

Rong Li raised his eyes: Young man.

Junyi's dusty skin looks a bit otherworldly, like a fairy walking out of a painting, with cold and indifferent eyebrows.

This guy, really!

Huo Changxun was angry: Who cares about you? I have nothing to do.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and a woman wearing a red cheongsam walked in, carrying a glass of wine in a white porcelain bottle. She was graceful and graceful, and said, Young Master Rong.

This voice alone is worth millions.

Even the number one who lived secretly called her Hong Nong. Her real name was unknown. She was charming and could play music well. No amount of young men could win her a look. However, the beauty was only interested in the young man. When Rong Li came, This iceberg beauty Hong Nong is showing off her beauty.

However, falling flowers are intentional, but flowing water is ruthless.

Rong Li got up, took the cigarette and went out.

Hong Nong turned around and followed him with her eyes.

Huo Changxun touched his chin and smiled: He has a woman, don't mess with him.

Although we don’t know where he is yet, when these young men came of age, none of them was thin and fat, but Rong Li said he had a family.

What a ghost! No one is seen now.

Huo Changxun thought it was funny. What the hell? He only believed in love between men and women, not in love between men and women. He raised his chin and asked Hong Nong, I've never seen that guzheng player outside before.

The door opened a corner, just enough to see the girl playing the kite outside Meiyuan, dressed in white, hiding behind the screen.

As soon as Huo Changxunfu came in, he saw the corner of the white skirt. It was so white and clean that he wanted to dirty it for her. He had the destructive desire in his bones since he was a child.

Hongnon replied: She's new here.

Huo Changxun sipped the wine, looked outside the house, and said lazily: Let her have a rest, come and have a drink with me.

Hong Nong hesitated and declined: Young Master Xun, let's find someone else. Ling Ran will get drunk after just one drink, and he won't drink with others.

Not accompanying guests.

Huo Changxun raised his eyes with a smile in his eyes: Do I have to have her accompany me?

No matter which woman the young master of the Huo family wanted to play with, he could not refuse her. After about three or four minutes of touching her, the girl in the white skirt was brought into the private room.

The girl is very reserved, with her head lowered. Her hair has not been permed or dyed. It is very black and straight, and is draped over her shoulders obediently.

Sit. Huo Changxun sat lazily.

The girl sat down and chose the farthest seat.

Huo Changxun poured a glass of wine and pushed it over.

She still didn't look up and said in a thin voice, I don't drink.

What a good voice.

Raise your head. Huo Changxun finally had the patience to tease.

The girl hesitated for a long time before looking up.

I saw that she was still pitiful and charming, with thousands of flowers blooming in her eyes, soft and weak, but her brows were twisted and stubborn.

Ah.

Sure enough, it was her, the girl who cried beautifully on the rooftop. Damn it, he actually remembered it. Obviously, the girl didn't even remember it.

Huo Changxun smiled, confused: What's your name?

She seemed displeased and frowned even more: Ji Lingran.

She looks like a lady and has a similar name, but she plays the kite in a romantic field, which is a bit strange. He asked again: How old are you?

twenty two.

So tender.

Huo Changxun glanced at the wine on the table: Drink this glass of wine and go out. He said with a smile and cynicism in his eyes, It's okay if you don't drink. Just play me a piece of music until I'm satisfied.

She pursed her lips, obviously unhappy.

He felt even more happy. Shouldn't a girl who cries beautifully be made to cry? However, the girl was stubborn. She sat there frowning for a while, then went out, brought the guzheng in, and started playing without saying a word.

Really naughty.

He still likes women who are more well-behaved. The phone on the table vibrated a few times. He picked it up and lazily called her, his eyes passing over the hands playing the kite intentionally or unintentionally.

On the phone, the woman's voice was gentle and shy: Young Master Xun, why don't you come over.

He said perfunctorily: No time.

The woman asked carefully and with a flattering tone: Are you busy?

Yeah. He looked at the girl opposite, scratched his lips with his fingers, and said, I'm busy playing with women.

...

The other side hung up the phone obediently.

None of Huo Changxun's female companions dared to be arrogant because he never doted on women except when he bought bags and swiped his credit card.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the original author of The Empress held a book signing tour on the second floor of Tianguang Mall. The fans who came were lined up from the second floor of the mall directly to the lobby on the first floor.

Xiao Jinghe put the book down, and after a slender hand finished signing, she said, Thank you.

The other person raised his head: You're welcome.

With sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, he looked very tough. The author of The Empress was different from her imagination. She couldn't help but ask more: Is there a prototype for The Empress?

On the seat, the 'original author' signed the two characters 'Rong Li' in a flash, and raised his head: Of course not. He smiled brightly, It all depends on my invincible imagination and unparalleled writing style.

He Liangqing pursed his lips and smiled. The author himself seemed not to be very humble.

Xiao Jinghe took the book, nodded, and left.

Going back? she asked He Liangqing.

He Liangqing thought for a while: I want to change the tableware.

The kitchen supplies were on the sixth floor, and the two of them walked to the elevator together.

At this time, the 'original author' on the seat stood up, apologized to the book fans in line, temporarily left his seat, walked to the aisle, and shouted: Rong Li.

The rightful owner has arrived.

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I still recommend that you read it every morning. I am always stuck and the updates at night are unstable. I will revise and revise until I am satisfied before posting, but I will not stop updating.

Ps: Some girls said that Yu Ge ended too quickly. Have you forgotten that this is a side story? It’s just a cookie. I finished it after falling in love. I didn’t plan to write down the anti-drug struggle part in detail from the beginning. I just wrote it down in detail. It’s a big story with a million words, and I’ll exhaust you all...