Lu Bu: My wife comes from two thousand years later

The rain in May was drizzling, and the whole Lingquan Village was shrouded in a layer of mist. Under the eaves of the thatched house, raindrops flowed down the sloping roof like thin threads, as if building a transparent water curtain for the house. The water droplets fell on the bluestone moss in the yard, splashing small water flowers.

"Lü Bu, the water is boiling. Have you killed the chicken yet?"

In the farmer's small kitchen, Zhang Mo asked while scooping hot water into a wooden barrel.

"Right now!"

Lu Bu took out a pheasant from the chicken coop, held the chicken in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other, and with a whoosh, the chicken's head, which had just been glaring at Lu Bu, flew far away, and blood spurted from the chicken's neck.

Zhang Mo came out with hot water and saw the chicken head flying to the fence. She frowned and asked, "Are you killing a chicken or a person?"

Lu Bu said as if it was a matter of course, "What's wrong with that? I've always killed people this way before."

"The chicken blood is wasted, what a pity!" Zhang Mo quickly put down the wooden barrel and went into the house to get a bowl to catch the chicken blood.

Lu Bu put the chicken in the hot water, took the bowl from her hand and placed it under the rainwater from the eaves to rinse it. "It's just a little blood, what's the big deal? When the weather clears up, I'll go to the mountains and find as many wild animals as I want."

"Although your wound has scabbed over, the blood clot inside hasn't cleared up yet. It's better not to do any strenuous exercise for now."

Lu Bu said dismissively, "It's okay. I've been injured before. That old man was just trying to scare you. It's not as serious as he said. I can go to the battlefield and kill the enemy without any problem."

Zhang Mo brought a small stool over and sat at the kitchen door plucking the chicken feathers. "Mr. Zhang is a miracle doctor. It's always a good idea to listen to doctors."

Lu Bu squatted down and said, "I just want to spend a few leisurely days with you. Otherwise, I would have returned to Chang'an long ago. Who wants to see him being so rude to me every day?"

Ever since Zhang Ji knew that Lu Bu was Dong Zhuo's son-in-law, he had been finding fault with him in every way and disliked him no matter how he looked at him. If it weren't for his medical ethics, he would have really wanted to send Lu Bu to death with one injection. Lu Bu was also quite annoyed with Zhang Ji, and the two of them just couldn't stand each other.

However, Zhang Mo and Zhang Ji got along quite well. Whenever they had free time every day, they would go to learn how to identify medicinal herbs from Doctor Zhang, and they were very busy and happy.

Lu Bu was extremely depressed about this, but he couldn't resist his wife's love for him. Amo said that learning more skills would increase the possibility of survival!

Amo followed the old man most of the day. Lu Bu was bored, so he took some money and went to the town to make a few bows and arrows. He taught the young people in the village archery and recruited a group of followers.

For more than half a month, the two of them lived an ordinary married life in Lingquan Village like ordinary people, working from sunrise to sunset every day, forgetting their worries and living a leisurely and comfortable life.

On the third day, the rain that had lasted for two days finally stopped. The sky, washed by the rain, was as blue as a gem, and the sun was shining brightly. Zhang Mo took out the damp quilt to dry in the sun, had breakfast with Lu Bu, and prepared to go out to find Doctor Zhang.

Lu Bu untied Red Hare, which was tied to a tree in the yard, mounted his horse and followed him out of the courtyard. As he passed Zhang Mo, he bent down, grabbed her with his long arm, and lifted her onto his horse. "Let's not go to the old man's place today. I'll take you to a better place."

"Where are we going? I've already made an appointment with the miracle doctor. Please put me down." Zhang Mo struggled slightly to get down.

"You'll know when you go there. I guarantee you won't regret it." Lu Bu hugged her tightly and kicked the horse's belly. Red Hare immediately broke into a trot.

The two men rode out of the village and headed straight for the distant mountains. After walking around the mountain road for more than an hour, they arrived at a valley deep in the two mountains.

In the mountains in late spring, the grass is green and the flowers are blooming. In the middle, there is a crescent-shaped spring, like a piece of emerald green, crystal clear. Some red petals are floating on the water. The green water sets off the red flowers. The colors that should have been gaudy seem unusually suitable at this moment.

In the early morning, the moisture in the mountains has not yet dissipated. The red flowers and tender green trees are hidden in the light mist, layer upon layer, hazy and like a fairyland.

"Do you like it?"

"I like it, I like it so much!"

Looking at the beautiful scenery in front of her, Zhang Mo had long forgotten the unpleasantness of being abducted by him. She took two deep breaths of the air with a faint floral scent, turned over and dismounted, and ran towards the clear spring.

"Lu Bu, how did you find this place?"

"The village dog told me."

Zhang Mo took off her shoes and socks, rolled up her trouser legs and waded into the water. The spring water near the shore was only up to her knees. The bottom of the pool was made of pebbles formed by the impact of the water. Stepping on them made her feel itchy and numb, which was extremely comfortable.

"The water is warm..." Zhang Mo turned around and looked at him in surprise.

She bent down and picked up the fallen petals floating on the water. Water leaked through her white fingers, and red petals remained on her hands, making her hands look even more jade-like.

"It's actually a hot spring! That's great! I can take a bath!"

Lu Bu let Red Hare eat grass on its own and followed her at a pace.

Her pretty and bright smile made the scenery of the mountain lose its color. Lu Bu took off his shoes and socks, waded into the water, and hugged her from behind.

"If you like, we can come here every day from now on... take a bath and hunt some wild animals."

Zhang Mo's face flushed crimson. She leaned against him and said with some regret, "We'll have to go back to Chang'an in about half a month..."

"As long as you want to play, I will go find another hot spring near Chang'an for you to play. If there is no hot spring here, I will send someone to find one after returning to Bingzhou. If there is still no hot spring here, I will dig one for you."

Zhang Mo smiled and joked, "Do you want to be King You of Zhou or Emperor Xuanzong of Tang?"

"I know King You of Zhou. He lit beacons to trick the princes just to make a beautiful woman smile." He whispered in her ear, "To make you smile, I can do anything..."

"You are going to be a tyrant!"

Lü Bu argued confidently, "Don't wise rulers enjoy life? As long as they do their duty well, why can't they let their wives and children enjoy a good life?"

"of course……"

Zhang Mo turned around and hugged him back. Her body under the thin shirt was full of wildness and strength, giving her a great sense of security. Her hands playfully slipped into his clothes, gently stroking his back and the scar he got from saving her.

The hand was cool and soft, but the place that was touched seemed to be hot as if on fire. Lu Bu's body stiffened involuntarily, and his breathing became heavy. He looked down at the person in his arms. He really had no resistance to this woman.

"Lu Bu, I like this kind of life the most. Every day is simple and there are no worries. When the world is peaceful in the future, we can come here to build a small house and enjoy our old age, okay?" She looked up at him.

"Okay, but we need to have a child first..."

"child?"

Lu Bu nodded seriously. "In the future, I will leave those trivial matters to my son. I will take you all over the world to see the most beautiful scenery. When we are tired, we will find a place like this to build a home. I will farm and hunt, and you will cook and weave. Then we can give my son a brother or sister..."

Zhang Mo laughed and said, "By then we'll be old, and it's enough for us to take care of our son's children, not have any more children... and I don't know how to weave..."

"Fifteen years, about that. You're only thirty-one, not old at all."

Lu Bu raised his hand to caress her face, inserting four fingers into her hair, and gently stroking her cheek with his thumb. He half-knelt down and looked at her straight in the eyes, "Amo, let's have a child now..."

There was a hint of expectation and longing in his eyes. Zhang Mo thought about how he had been a monk for her for so many years at such a young age, and she couldn't bear to refuse him. She blushed and whispered, "Your injury hasn't fully healed yet..."

Amidst the green mountains and clear waters, the face before him was as beautiful as a flower. Lu Bu couldn't help but gently bite her moist red lips, "This little injury won't hinder..."

The hand on her waist began to become dishonest.

Zhang Mo grabbed his wandering hand and looked around, "What if someone comes..."

Lu Bu put one arm around her waist, pressing her body against him, and with the other hand clasping the back of her neck, resting his chin on her forehead. His deep, magnetic voice was punctuated by some rapid panting, "The rain just stopped today, and the roads are muddy. No one would come all the way here..."

His slender, warm fingers gently stroked the back of her neck, caressing it intentionally or unintentionally, as if teasing a kitten, and a tingling sensation spread throughout her body.

The gentle kiss fell like the continuous spring rain. He picked her up and walked to a huge blue stone on the shore. The breeze blew, shaking off the peach blossoms. His thin shirt fell off, bringing up a pool of spring scenery.