Rebirth of the fairy in the painting

An Xining controlled Ta Yan with one hand, and hugged Zi Hua with the other, his eyes swept across the surrounding bushes like a knife, and made a defensive posture, protecting the people in front of him tightly.

Zihua obviously felt An Xining's nervousness, raised his hand and patted the arm around his waist, with a hint of comfort: "Don't worry too much, I heard there seemed to be mourning in the howling of wolves, I'm afraid it might be that What kind of difficulties the alpha wolf has encountered, it is rarely a threat to us."

Having said that, An Xining was still worried, if he was alone today, let alone a wolf, even a tiger, he would dare to go forward and tease him.

But today is different after all, he has Zihua beside him, he can't let himself take risks rashly, and he is even more reluctant to take Zihua to take risks. Their life is short, and he doesn't want to end this relationship early.

So An Xining turned his horse's head and said solemnly: "Zi Hua, even if the wolf is really in trouble, we have to avoid it, so as not to cause trouble."

"No," Zi Hua frowned, "God has the virtue of loving life, I can't see death without help, An Xining, take me to see."

"Zi Hua, the wolves are treacherous by nature, so don't take your life as a joke."

"It's okay, I have my own measure."

"Zi Hua..." An Xining waited to persuade, but after a quick glance at Quilt Hua, the sound automatically disappeared, and he raised his hands helplessly.

That's all, the big deal is to protect him with all his might.

Kicking the horse's belly lightly, An Xining took Zihua and walked towards the howling wolf, the closer he got, the shriller the howling, accompanied by the little wolf's weak choking sound, he couldn't bear to hear it.

Passing through a narrow path, Zihua and An Xining were moved by the scene in front of them.

A two-month-old wolf cub was caught by the hunter's rope and hung high above the treetops, crying sadly and dying.

The ropes on the hind legs were deeply embedded in the flesh due to the wolf cub's struggle, and the soft down was soaked with blood, turning a dark brown.

The female wolf under the tree cried out to the cubs, her eyes were so sad that one couldn't bear to hear her voice.

It kept rushing towards the tree trunk, trying to climb up to rescue its own child, but the tree was too tall, and wolves were not good at climbing trees by nature. The trunk was hooked by his sharp claws, and the claw marks were mottled, and there were bloodstains on it. It was unbearable. Sigh.

"Poor parents in the world, all beasts love their children, how can people stand by and watch." Zi Hua whispered, obviously feeling compassion for the behavior of the female wolf.

An Xining knew that his face was cold and kind-hearted, and he was afraid that he was going to save the little wolf, so he listened to Zihua and continued: "I'll go and carry the little wolf down, An Xining, just wait here."

An Xining didn't want Zihua to meddle in that business, but now he heard that he wanted to save the wolf cub himself, and he immediately became unhappy, but he was afraid that Zihua would misunderstand that he was a cruel person, so he hesitated and said: "The she-wolf is eager to protect her son, and she is afraid of losing her mind. If you go up at this time, you will be misunderstood by it. I am worried that he will be against you."

"Don't you want to die?"

Zihua's voice cooled down, and An Xining cried out in his heart: "I mean, I'm going to save that little wolf, you wait here."

Zihua's expression softened, and he looked at him with a smile: "Wait for you to climb up slowly?"

An Xining, Jiong, has a fairy wife at home, so she will be despised like this.

Just when he was thinking about how to win in terms of strength in the future, Zihua floated out of his arms, and stood on a branch while his clothes fluttered.

Seeing Zihua appearing suddenly, the female wolf was furious, fearing that he would harm the cub, restless under the tree, howling at Zihua from time to time, her voice was threatening and beseeching.

Zihua ignored him, cut the rope, and flew back to An Xining with the little wolf in his arms. Just as he stopped, the female wolf rushed over with another little wolf, standing not far away, staring at An Xining. There was a threatening sound in their throats.

Zihua put the shivering wolf cub back on the ground, and stroked his hairy head to signal that he could leave.

The little wolf was still a little confused at first, staring blankly with a pair of black eyes, and the little tail behind him trembled, which made people feel soft-hearted.

It wasn't until the mother wolf's call came that the little wolf reacted. After Nuo Nuo responded a few times, he ran towards the mother wolf with his chubby body.

This naive look made An Xining laugh, and Quilt Hua glared at him before restraining himself. He would never say that when he saw the little wolf just now, he would think of Zi Hua's expression when he was at a loss. It's a pity that there are not many opportunities.

After the wolves made out with each other, the female wolf barked twice at Zihua and the two to express her gratitude.

An Xining felt ashamed, touched his nose and lowered his head without saying a word, Zihua looked at him amusedly, and took the lead to get on the horse: "If you don't leave, don't tell me you want to spend the night in the woods?"

Although Zihua's tone was light, the smiles in his eyes were like the spring sun in March, which made An Xining feel like a deer bumped his heart. He wished he could hold her in his arms and love him. After he endured it, he calmed down and got on the horse Then she buried her face in Zihua's neck, deeply absorbing his breath.

The warm breath sprayed on the skin, making Zihua hide for a while, and turned back to give An Xining an elbow: "Be honest, don't get too close."

An Xining was heartbroken. Those who didn't marry back home had no benefits, and couldn't even hold hands. It seemed that he had to work harder to abduct Zihua back home.

As soon as the two of them returned to the military tent, Shi Da came forward to report that the crown prince had sent a letter from the capital on horseback.

The express mail sent at this time was probably unusual, but An Xining understood it after thinking about it, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and he took the letter in Shi Da's hand and read it.

This letter was written by the crown prince, and it was always concise and to the point, but just a few lines made An Xining feel very happy.

As expected, his second elder brother lived up to his expectations. Under the lobbying of the prince's informant, he led his troops to the miasma forest in the southwest in order to make military exploits despite Li Weiyuan's opposition. Then he came back with miasma and almost died in the Miao country, so he had to go back to the Xia Dynasty first.

Why not make people happy? !

In front of Zi Hua and Shi Da, An Xining lit a fire and burned the letter. When the fire was extinguished, a sense of pleasure of revenge arose spontaneously, and the resentment and unwillingness from the previous life spewed out, distorting his face.

Zihua has been with An Xining for so long, and he has never seen him show such an expression. Feeling puzzled, he waved Shi Da back and handed him a cup of tea.

The steaming heat brought An Xining back to his senses, looking at the worried Zihua in front of him, he took a step forward and took him into his arms: "Zihua, it's a good thing you're still here."

His emotions came out of nowhere, Zi Hua was suddenly at a loss in embarrassment, his hand holding the teacup was held out stiffly, and he couldn't bear to push the depressed An Xining away, so he could only stand there.

An Xining sniggered in his heart, he really lost control of his emotions at first, but when he saw Zi Hua, he became sober, and later took advantage of the situation to hug him in his arms, both involuntarily and deliberately.

It has been more than half a month since Zi Hua came out of the painting, and the days and nights of the past half month have relatively let An Xining know that he is not wishful thinking.

Zihua has never been in love before, and he doesn't know what love is, but recently he has become more and more able to take care of his emotions. Sometimes when he sees him, he will look away and hesitate to speak. An Xining is happy to see this change It's done.

It's just that this is not enough, he wants Zihua to love him as much as he loves him.

He once heard a concubine of his father say that as long as she lives, she will love his father, even if his father doesn't love him at all.

At that time, An Xining still felt that the concubine was quite steadfast, but it was a pity that she fell in love with a man who had long since given his heart to his mother.

But since he had Zihua, his thinking has changed, and he is unwilling to accept the nonsense that you don't love me, but I'm still willing to love you.

He knows how much he loves Zihua, and he understands it day by day, and deepens it every day. When he loves deeply, he will naturally feel fear, worry about gains and losses, and restless, so he will keep confirming, using words, using words The limbs use everything that can be proved to confirm that Zihua is by his side, and among them, what he desires most is that Zihua also loves him.

At this moment, the frequency of breathing became disordered. An Xining's hand that was originally attached to Zihua's back slowly came to his hand through the arm, took the teacup in his hand, put it on the table, and then retracted it, He clasped fingers with Zihua.

The rustling sound of clothes added an ambiguous atmosphere to the small space for no reason.

Zi Hua only felt the temperature in the tent suddenly rise, his face was scorching hot, and the arm touched by An Xining was numb, and he couldn't exert any strength, but his senses were extremely sensitive, and he could even feel the fingertips of the other person. temperature.

An Xining called his name over and over again in his ear, lingering and affectionate, making him feel like he was being pampered.

There was a light in front of his eyes, and everything around him lost its color. He could only feel An Xining's hand slowly descending his back with astonishing heat. Wherever he went, it felt like a burn, burning hot and numb, and comfortable. Abnormal, just want to let myself indulge in his voice, indulge in his palm.

He didn't reject the experience he had never had before.

Looking at Zihua, An Xining narrowed his eyes slightly, blushed on his cheeks, raised his chin in an elegant arc, with a comfortable expression, like a pleased cat, he couldn't help being in a good mood, looking at his Ear said: "Zi Hua, you look so pretty."

Zihua can do but can't talk, so he immediately bit him on the shoulder: "Stop talking nonsense."

An Xining was a little embarrassed: "...as ordered."

The atmosphere was just right, but Shi Da's voice came from outside the tent: "Your Highness, the marshal asked you to go to the main tent to discuss something important."

An Xining was breaking through the hug at this time, and wanted to take the opportunity to sneak a kiss, but was interrupted by his own little guard who didn't wink. In the chest, the stalk is uncomfortable, the chest is empty, and even the only warmth is gone.

Zi Hua returned to his cool and immortal appearance again, raised his eyebrows and looked at the furious An Xining, "Are you still leaving?"

Walk!Of course we have to go!An Xining gritted his teeth, he still wanted to find out what kind of military affairs he had, which was more important than his life's event!