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A few days passed, and Fang Qing lived peacefully with Daukou every day.
In addition to taking care of her body, eating hard, and trying to gain weight as much as possible, Fang Qing avoided Zhao Zhi as much as possible.
Zhao Zhi and the fourth housekeeper seemed to have forgotten her.
For a few days, they lived in seclusion and often stayed in the house for a day.
Daukou went in to deliver meals several times, and both of them looked solemn and sad.
Even the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Young Masters were a lot quieter.
Every day they were either eating, sleeping, or practicing martial arts and sharpening their swords.
However, Xue Zilong would come to check on Fang Qing and Daukou's safety and tell them not to leave the hospital.
Fang Qing also tried to stay at home as much as possible, not for anything else, but because she was afraid of seeing Zhao Zhi's eyes, which were full of the helplessness and sadness she was familiar with.
The more Zhao Zhi became silent, the more uneasy Fang Qing felt.
After noon, the weather was very good.
Fang Qing felt that if she stayed in the house any longer, she would turn into a resentful woman in her boudoir.
So she and Da Kou made a pot of tea and sat on a sunny stone in the center of the yard.
On the table, quietly sipping tea.
The afternoon sun was still a bit dazzling.
Fang Qing looked up at the weeping willow tree in the yard, fluttering freely in the gentle spring breeze.
In no time, she was delighted to find that there were new and tender branches growing on it.
Unconsciously, some joy arose in my heart.
"It's still a bit cold.
I'll go up and get you a cloak."
Daukou brought a cup of tea to Fang Qing.
Although nominally, Daukou is Fang Qing's personal maid, but after spending time together these days, the two of them have become as close as sisters.
So intimate.
Fang Qing nodded and saw Daukou's thin body swaying away like a butterfly.
Fang Qing felt a little depressed in her heart.
She stretched out her bare hands and held the branches in her palms.
The green shoots were like shy girls slowly blooming their graceful figures.
Fang Qing was happy and found that He became sentimental, "Year after year, you leave and come again.
What is the purpose of your rebirth today?"
"Let's meet again in this life."
A cold voice came from behind.
Fang Qing trembled coldly and panicked in her heart, "A meeting in this life."
After hesitating, he turned around and saw Zhao Zhi taking off the black robe he had been wearing for several days and standing in the afternoon sun in a moon-white plain clothes.
His resolute and stern face was so dazzling that the micro velvet on his face was so bright. , the clarity in his eyes, the calmness in the corners of his mouth, yesterday he still looked like a dandy, but today he stood in front of him like a gentle jade tree, as if he was like Shao Ziqing in the past.
Fang Qing suddenly thought that the person in front of her might be Shao Ziqing from her previous life.
Suddenly, Fang Qing couldn't help but shed tears.
Zhao Zhi frowned, his face full of distress.
A pair of thick hands gently brushed Fang Qing's smooth face, carefully wiping away a few tears.
There was indeed a heavy look in his deep eyes.
Fang Qing blinked her eyes, her eyelashes as light as bluebirds brushed with moisture in Zhao Zhi's hands, pursed her lips, and coughed lightly, "Your hands are so rough, it hurt my face. " Zhao Zhi's hand stopped on Fang Qing's face, he sighed helplessly and sneered, "That's right.
At the age of ten, he followed his father's expeditionary army to learn horse riding and archery in the army.
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At the age of fifteen, he followed Zhao Sishu Nan In the Northern War, I led the army at the age of seventeen and was never defeated.
I never thought that I would be where I am today.
I never thought that my iron army would be stripped of its armor by a token."
Zhao Zhi said this calmly, but there was no trace of sadness or indignation between his brows, as if what he was talking about had nothing to do with him.
"Fang Qing, I, Zhao Zhi, was born in the royal family and grew up with Luo Qi.
Except for the Thirteenth Young Master of the Iron Army, who has been with me through life and death, I, Zhao Zhi, have no friends or relatives.
If one day, I mean if, I, Zhao Zhi, die in battle, can you, My body is sent back to Ziyun City."
"Why curse yourself when you are talking nonsense?
There is hope when you are alive.
Living is more important than anything else."
Fang Qing didn't know why, but when she heard Zhao Zhi's words, her heart ached and she became excited.
"Why are you nervous about me?"
Suddenly a glimmer of hope flashed in Zhao Zhi's eyes, which dimmed instantly.
He no longer looked like the usual careless rogue, but looked like a soldier before the war.
"Who am I to be worried about you?
I just feel that you are so heavy.
If I send you back to Ziyun City, I don't know how much money it would cost to hire a carriage."
Although Fang Qing was worried in her heart, her face was serious.
He looked extremely disgusted.
Zhao Zhi didn't say a word, just looked at Fang Qing infatuatedly, watching the broken hair on Fang Qing's forehead fluttering in the spring breeze, and looking at Fang Qing's clear eyes as clear as a stream, besides the shyness of a girl.
He is a rare wise man, and his face is as white as snow, as cold as the snow on the Tianshan Mountains, without a trace of human atmosphere.
Catkins were flying and the breeze was gentle.
Zhao Zhi could only say silently in his heart, "Wait for me to return."
Zhao Zhi stretched out his calloused hands and gently brushed Fang Qing's forehead, stretching her slightly wrinkled forehead.
He looked doting and tender, with a thousand-word silence hanging from the corners of his mouth, and between his eyebrows.
The color of joy is full of deep reluctance.
Just when Fang Qing was about to have a seizure, Zhao Zhi's deep eyes darkened, he turned around without hesitation, and left with meteor-like strides, returning to his house.
Fang Qing, who was left in a daze, looked at the back of Zhao Zhi who left resolutely, with such suave and free and easy steps.
On spring nights, there was always the fragrance of flowers and the deep moonlight.
Fang Qing lay on the bed, tossing and turning, but could not sleep well.
During the day, Zhao Zhi's cold eyes were always filled with something vaguely decisive, which made Fang Qing feel very uneasy.
"There must be something on his mind, definitely."
Fang Qing became more and more annoyed as she thought about it, unable to get rid of Zhao Zhi's silent face during the day.
"Cardamom" Fang Qing simply sat up and woke up Cardamom who was sleeping next to the bed.
"What's going on, sister?"
Daukou leaned over and sat up with a yawn.
"When you went to deliver food to the fourth prince during the day, what were he and the fourth housekeeper doing in the house?"
"It seems like reading a book, or playing chess with the Thirteen Young Men."
Although Dou Kao replied, her eyes were kept closed and her head was shaking.
"Reading books and playing chess depends on which book you read and which chess you play."
"Sister, it's midnight, please spare Daukou, I can't read."
Daukou pouted and fell down.
"Then describe to me what the book looks like and what the chess piece looks like.
Don't sleep yet."
"The book is very long and large, and there are paintings.
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It looks like a courtyard.
The chess pieces are just chess pieces.
A small red flag is stuck on the chessboard sitting on the sand."
"The book looks like a yard, isn't it a map?
The little red chess pieces are in the sand, isn't it a sand table for fighting?"
Fang Qing thought secretly in her heart, feeling something was wrong more and more, and there were waves of coldness in her heart, and she felt chicken skin on her arms. pimple.
Suddenly, Zhao Zhi's words suddenly appeared in his ears.
"If one day, I mean if, I, Zhao Zhi, die in battle, can you send my body back to Ziyun City?"
Could it be said?
Could it be said?
He wants to lead the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Young Masters to attack and fight to the death Fang Qing's heart suddenly tightened, her heartbeat was about to burst out of her throat, and beads of sweat oozed from her forehead for a while.
In the slight wind outside the window, the sound of broken footsteps suddenly came in.
Although it was very light, it was also real.
“Too bad” Fang Qing didn't care so much, she rushed out of the room like crazy, barefooted and wearing underwear.
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