Bai Yu paused and held the reins of Yin Lan.

He stared blankly at the direction where the sound came.

It was a red horse, riding a woman in freshly-clad armor. She was bright and full of tension, her petite figure had unyielding perseverance, and her delicate facial features shone brightly in the melting spring light.

Especially those talking apricot eyes, even though they were far away, he seemed to be trapped in the tenderness of his eyebrows and eyes.

"Jiao...Jiaojiao..."

Bai Yu's eyes turned red in an instant. He choked and called out, and could no longer make any sound. Through the hazy tears, he watched the woman who was dreaming of from far to near.

I have wandered countless times on the verge of life and death, but the elderly, weak, women and children in my family are unable to let go.

I couldn't hold on any longer, so I gritted my teeth and survived because I was beaten countless times in order to see each other, climbed on the wall thousands of times, and had a thick skin thin before I married the woman home.

"Biaojiao!"

Bai Yu called out, trembling all over with excitement, and even the sound was trembling.

He was stunned for a long time before he threw down Yin Lan's reins, jumped off the tall horse, and staggered almost unsteadily, without slowing down his speed.

He quickly ran towards the person who was worried about it, letting the wind blow through his ears, and the cloak on his body was filled with the wind, making a sound.

"Ah...Ah Yu..."

Yu Jiao looked at the man getting closer and closer to his eyes. When she saw the thin and bone-skinned face, her eyes were filled with overwhelming distress.

She turned over and dismounted, and quietly waited for her husband to run towards her like every time she met before.

The greenness is everywhere, and life grows freely.

There are piles of corpses, full of desolation.

She couldn't see these, and the thin boy was only in her eyes, and her vision became clearer and clearer.

The young man was so energetic when he was out of his fresh clothes and angry horses, and he could not think that he could overcome all obstacles with just one sword.

With a little more concise and steady demeanor, all unruly is restrained into this thousand-drained temper to be calm.

However, no matter how the other party changes, it is the one who blushs when she sees her and wants to see her and rushes to come.

"Ah...Ah Yu..."

Yu Jiao smiled on his face, but tears flew away with the wind.

She threw down the reins, took a few steps slowly, and finally ran uncontrollably.

Until he got closer and closer, so close that he could reach.

"Jiaojiao..."

Bai Yu had red eyes and gasped heavily, staring at the woman in front of him with good eyes.

When they met for the last time, Jiaojiao was still a pretty and charming woman with black hair tied to the back of her head. When she smiled, she had two shallow dimples on her lips.

Even though he watched it many times, he still couldn't resist such a smile.

When the woman's big eyes bent like a moon and two dimples gently rippled on her lips, she would always sink deep into mud and unable to extricate herself.

It was still the smile that could turn his heart into water.

It's still the person he wants to rub into his bone marrow.

But the wind and sand in the northern border finally blew the broken little face.

The sufferings of the border also left many traces on the petite body.

Compared to Mingwei's sword sharpening and sharp blades that felt like a sharp sword were impressed, his wife's changes were not that big.

However, just one glance, in addition to seeing the differences that made him feel distressed, he also saw a mighty and unyielding stubbornness.

Just like a small bud breaks out of the ground, full of tension and tenacity.

"A Yu..."

Yu Jiao smiled on his cheeks and tears were on his almond eyes.

She stared at the man in front of her for a moment.

When she bid farewell to the suburbs of the city, her husband was wearing armor and erect, and her handsome temperament turned thousands of miles into the background of the painting.

But now...

While feeling distressed, she plunged into Bai Yu's arms.

The world is full of shimmering and beautiful.

The two newlyweds who have experienced separation and death hugged each other tightly.

I don’t know if it was because of the rapid running but it never calmed down, or because it was too excited, Bai Yu’s breathing was still fast and thick.

He put his chin on Yu Jiao's shoulder, gasped and choked with a choking voice: "Jiao Jiao, I thought I would never see you again."

He is not a martial artist. Although he is quite powerful in fighting among the playboys, he is different from Wei Xiao and Bai Mingwei who have been practicing martial arts since childhood. He does not have deep internal strength and the tricks of killing swords.

The past few months of running around have been completely dependent on his tenacious will, and they have been safe again and again.

However, when he was waiting for the battle, danger would happen at any time. He had not dared to close his eyes for several days and nights because he was evading the pursuit of Li Xianzhao's clues. He had not entered several days and nights.

He thought he would never come back several times when he was wandering around the edge of life and death.

Yu Jiao hugged his husband's thin waist tightly, and his voice whimpered: "I also thought that I was going to be a widow... Woo... I have thought about my partner to remarry."

She is talking nonsense.

She likes to see her husband's anxious appearance, so she always says nonsense to tease her husband. Every time she looks at this fool who is helpless and reluctant to leave her anxious appearance, she will find it interesting.

This habit is easy to develop, but it cannot be changed.

How could he really remarry?

Where can I bear to remarry?

Bai Yu knew her little thoughts and didn't mind. He raised his arms and held the person in his arms tightly, clasped the back of her head tightly, and greedily breathed her breath. The excitement of reuniting for a long time could not be calmed down.

But his peaceful face showed that even if he was an eight-foot-foot-high man, he had found a safe haven that could make him feel at ease.

Finally, he held Yu Jiao's cheeks in one hand, his eyes still red: "I've lost weight and dark."

Yu Jiao put his hand on his hand, and the deep affection in his eyes seemed to form a sea: "I don't feel bitter, don't feel sorry for me."

She was born into a general, and she was filled with the heroic spirit of battlefield conquest.

Although her father and brother are no longer as good as her ancestors and have been erased from all corners of the capital, she has had the desire to gallop on the battlefield since she was a child.

The bitter cold on this border did not make her feel bitter, but instead made her feel happy.

This time, she went to the army to achieve her wish. She finally didn't have to be bound to the back house for the rest of her life, and could only embroider, write, recite poems and write to be a pair of art.

This frontier makes her desolate life full of tension.

She is not bitter.

Bai Yu was full of deep love: "But I feel bitter. Every moment when I am not by your side, I feel bitter."

Yu Jiao burst out laughing, suddenly stretched out his arms and wrapped around Bai Yu's waist: "It's Benqi, it's my Benqi, it's not changed at all."

Bai Yu hugged her tightly: "Jiaojiao, I'm so happy to be able to return to you!"
Chapter completed!