After I die, my wife becomes a tyrant

"It's only the second time I saw you, how did you recognize him?"

Knowing that Ye Qiufeng had disguised herself before coming here, Hua Muyu was impatient, rushed outside with a water basin, and wiped her face roughly and quickly with a wet handkerchief.

"Be gentle." Ye Qiufeng didn't move, allowing her to fiddle with her.

"……Um."

Despite the verbal promise, the hand didn't slow down until the familiar face fully appeared.

Hua Muyu looked at the three deep marks, and her rage forced tears out of her eyes and even into her throat, causing her chest tightness to suffocate, and she couldn't breathe.

She gritted her teeth, and squeezed out the words one by one with strong hatred:

"I want, kill him."

"I don't even hate it, what do you hate?" Ye Qiufeng raised his face, and when a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, tears also fell down:

"Mu Yu, I miss you so much."

Hua Muyu threw herself into her arms, tears gushing down like water.

"Think why I didn't come to see me! Four years!"

"Where have you been all these years, why are you so cruel, you don't come to see me for four years, I dream about you every day, I dream that I leave you behind."

Ye Qiufeng raised his hand to caress her back, but he couldn't exert much strength with his palm:

"I'm sorry, it took four years to walk, make a sound, hold a pen, and push a wooden wheelchair. When I can come, I will come."

It was very difficult for her to speak, and she was a little out of breath after talking too much.

"Why the voice..." Hua Muyu didn't dare to think too much, and could only cry bitterly.

"I wanted to kill myself, but the piercing was missed and my vocal folds were pierced."

Hua Muyu gritted her teeth tightly against the pain in her heart, almost gnashing her teeth:

"Fool, fool, if you send me a letter, I will go to you. Why do you have to be alone for four years, why don't you let me accompany you, why don't you let me go to you."

Ye Qiufeng pursed his lips, tears poured out uncontrollably:

"I'm afraid that the appearance of this useless person will scare you, and I'm even more afraid... I'm afraid that the sentence you said you like is just to keep me from falling asleep, but that sentence is very useful, and that sentence made me hold on."

"You are not useless, you are my sweetheart."

Hua Muyu let go of her arms, her eyes were red, and she looked up at her with an uncomfortable expression on her face. Ye Qiufeng's lips trembled, tears kept falling down, but he still wanted to smile at her.

After looking at each other for a long time, Ye Qiufeng turned his face away, avoiding the right side of his face where she was looking directly at him, for fear of scaring her.

"Turn around, I'm not afraid, it was hurt because of me, why do you think I dare not look at it, why do you think I'm afraid to see it."

Hua Muyu was crying, trembling slightly parted lips, and forced her to hold her face. Ye Qiufeng could only keep his head down, tears falling down inadvertently.

"Mu Yu, you are so good-looking. You are about to turn [-], and you are still so good-looking. I am getting more and more unworthy of you."

"In this world, only you are worthy of me."

Hua Muyu gritted her teeth tightly, finally being able to hold back some of the unrestrained tears, she looked at Ye Qiufeng's face with a treasured face, shook her hands, touched her face, and then shook her hand.

She no longer had the strength to clasp her hands tightly with her ten fingers as before. Her hands were cold and rough, and when she squeezed them back slightly, her hands trembled.

From the deep marks on the side of the wrist, it can be seen that when the knife was dropped, the edge of the knife sank into the wrist extremely deeply, and it hurt to look at it, and Hua Muyu's tears began to flow again.

He bent down to touch her ankle again.

"pain."

With one word, Hua Mu Yushan withdrew her hand, wiped her face completely, and looked at Ye Qiufeng with a smile:

"Help you catch the wind and wash away the dust, help you... take a bath."

Ye Qiufeng became dull for a moment, then nodded lightly, Hua Muyu went out quickly, and ordered to prepare hot water and bathtubs in the side room of the side hall, for fear that if the speed slowed down, Ye Qiufeng would disappear again.

She stood up on her back, walking very slowly, as if her feet hurt when she landed, Hua Muyu carefully supported her and helped her take off her clothes.

It was the first time to help her take a bath, but Ye Qiufeng didn't show any shyness, and just let her move.

That's right, husband and wife, there's nothing to be ashamed of.

After she sat in the water, Hua Muyu rushed to the outer hall again, and told Lang to buy or make a pair of wooden crutches quickly, so that he could walk with her and take care of her.

Ye Qiufeng had scars all over his body, but he didn't know how these injuries came from, so he couldn't help but shed tears with distress and embarrassment.

"Don't cry, it hurts to see it." Ye Qiufeng was as cold as in a dream, although there was a smile on his face.

Hua Muyu glanced at her, filled with resentment, blame, discomfort, distress, and countless other emotions.

Looking at her, besides wanting to cry, I still want to cry, because my heart is too uncomfortable.

Ye Qiufeng is no longer used to being stared at directly. After being stared at for a long time, she turned her face away again. She has been filled with inferiority complex for many years, and occasionally her inferiority complex dissipates. It is also because of the thought of the word "like" that her mood repeatedly turns to inferiority complex and "Like".

"Ye Qiufeng, turn around, don't avoid me, as I said, I'm not afraid of seeing it, not only I'm not afraid, but I also like to watch it, no matter what you become, I like it, I've learned to speak my mind, it's you Teach me, when you come back, my heart disease will be cured. Since childhood, only you can cure my heart disease. Only you can make me laugh, make me laugh from the bottom of my heart, don’t avoid me, I will sad."

Ye Qiufeng shed a few drops of tears silently, but he still didn't turn his face away, still hanging his head.

Hua Muyu wiped the water off his hands twice, then stood by the bucket and took off his coat.

"You, what are you doing?" Ye Qiufeng was puzzled.

"Wash together."

"This……"

Ye Qiufeng was still stuttering, but Hua Muyu had already entered the water frankly.

And he knelt directly on her lap, forced to face her face to face, and stuck very close, so close that his messy and hot breaths rushed into each other's faces.

Ye Qiufeng still turned his face sideways, hiding the right side of his face.

Looking at Ye Qiufeng's profile from such a close distance, she also has some slight scars on the left side of her face, as well as on her neck.

Squeezing her right hand, Hua Muyu knew that her right hand had been pierced many years ago, this was the first time she looked at it, and only now did she see that there were actually two piercing scars.

"Why two puncture wounds, besides the one in Chuzhou, why did you get the other one?" Hua Muyu asked while staring at her while holding her hand.

Ye Qiufeng didn't want to make her cry anymore, so he shook his head lightly.

If Xing'er hadn't used her right hand to help Xing'er resist the flying blade, when the palace was set on fire and besieged that day, when the assassin stabbed Hua Muyu with the flying blade, she would not have chosen to resist with her back.

She was afraid that she would not be able to block it with her hands, so she chose to use her back.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Hua Muyu put his arms around her back, put his hands on her back, hugged her shoulders tightly, put his face on her shoulders, and continued to look up at Ye Qiufeng's profile .

"Still unable to speak." Ye Qiufeng raised his hand, hugged Hua Muyu tightly with his arms, and hugged her tightly in his no longer thick arms.

In the past, Hua Muyu's body was not as warm as hers, but now, because her body was too cold, her body seemed warmer. This warmth made her lustful, wanting to hug her forever.

"You used to talk a lot, but it doesn't matter. In the past, you told me five or even ten sentences, and I only told you one sentence. Now, instead, I will talk more."

"Ah."

"Ye Qiufeng."

"Ah."

"I love you."

Ye Qiufeng's soul was violently impacted by these three words, she turned her face, pursed her lips and lowered her eyes, looking at Hua Muyu's face.

Looking at her lips, he finally couldn't help getting closer, hugged her tightly, and kissed her.

The intertwining of lips, I want to say it's been a long time, but it's the first time that my sweetheart is in my arms, kissing me, and hugging me tightly. In the past ten years, I didn't even dare to think about it.

Ye Qiufeng gently kissed her lips greedily, hugged her tightly with his left hand, caressed her face with his powerless right palm, his soul was floating like in heaven, her lips were soft and warm, making people sink , Let the soul fall.

Strong sourness welled up in the nostrils, the tears were very salty, she was very fragrant, very soft, very craving, my arms couldn't help but hug her harder, wanting to melt her into my heart and cherish her forever.

When they parted, Hua Muyu's eyes were blurred, and he raised his eyes to stare at her face, while Ye Qiufeng looked at her with lowered eyes, and raised the corners of his lips in a smile towards her.

"Mu Yu, I love you more, I can do anything for you."

"I want you to live well, stay by my side, forever, and don't run away again."

"Sir, obey."

Hua Muyu scrubbed her body, Ye Qiufeng's body was thin and bony, and the ribs were clearly reflected one by one, and the fattening plan was silently settled.

She raised her eyes to look at Ye Qiufeng's face from time to time, and smiled at her with her lips pursed.

The water soon turned black, and Ye Qiufeng showed an embarrassed expression:

"You get out of the bath first, you're dirty."

Hua Muyu raised the corner of her right lip, squinted her eyes, and smiled meaningfully:

"It seems that no one has washed you for you, so I can rest assured."

"No," Ye Qiufeng lowered his head in shame:

"I wash it myself, and I can't clean it. Although I always think it's unrequited love, I still guard myself like a jade."

Hua Muyu gave a "puchi" smile:

"What a loyal little Yehou, by the way, who is that monk?"

When the word "monk" was mentioned, Hua Muyu's heart felt sour like falling into a vat of vinegar.

"The savior is also a master. He used to be an eunuch in the palace of the King of Fujian. His younger brother died in the war. That time when I opened the gate of Chuzhou, he came to Yue."

"Well," Hua Muyu listened quietly and understood:

"It turns out that what is good is rewarded with good. The people you rescued saved you again."

"Ah."

With his head down, Ye Qiufeng couldn't help but glance at her body from time to time. When he saw her for the first time, he was too embarrassed to look at her, but he wanted to look again.

Her skin is still so white and tender, and her collarbone is so delicate, she always wants to raise her hand to touch it.

She still exudes a mature and stable aura. Most of her memories, except for her childhood, are basically cold, fierce, and domineering.

She has a handsome appearance and was very good-looking when she was a child. She has delicate red lips, a small straight nose, eyes like willow leaves, and the corners of her eyes are slightly raised, exuding a sense of coolness.

In fact, if she hadn't come alive like a child, she should always be smiling. The sense of coldness and majesty is just a feeling that has been deliberately cultivated since childhood.

Thinking about it again, who is not like this, once born, there is a mold shell placed there, and he melts himself into that mold shell, grinding away the protruding ones, filling in the concave ones, until it perfectly becomes the shape of the mold shell .

Because of this, your heart and mine are hidden too deep.

Your heart is deeper, but I'm not that smart, you hide your heart, I can't see through it at all, and I can't confirm it when I see it.

It would be great if we could see through it earlier, so we don't have to waste half of our lives before finally showing our hearts to each other.

Peeking at her body, the nasal cavity suddenly felt a little warm. When Ye Qiufeng noticed it, he also heard Hua Muyu's "puchi" laughter:

"Husband, you have a nosebleed."

"..."