Years turn into wind

With the enemy eliminated, Ling Xiaotian's residence finally welcomed a long-awaited peace. The haze of war gradually dissipated, and Cheng Yuwei and Ling Xiaotian were finally able to live a few days of peaceful life.

In the early morning, sunlight streamed into the courtyard. Cheng Yuwei sat in the courtyard, holding a book. She smiled as she watched Ling Xiaotian, who was doing his morning exercises in the distance, a tenderness welling up in her heart. Ling Xiaotian, dressed in casual attire, looked less aloof and more relaxed. He wielded his spear with smooth, powerful movements.

Cheng Yuwei couldn't help but shout, "The Marshal is so majestic, it really makes people admire him."

Ling Xiaotian turned around, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Madam, are you making fun of me?"

Cheng Yuwei smiled and shook her head: "No, no, but the way you are dressed today makes me afraid to recognize you."

Ling Xiaotian put away his spear and walked up to her, a smile on his face: "Since you don't dare to admit it, then I should show my best and see if I can impress you."

That afternoon, Cheng Yuwei suddenly had an idea and decided to show Ling Xiaotian some of her cooking skills. She donned an apron, rolled up her sleeves, and busied herself in the kitchen with a focused expression. Ling Xiaotian watched with interest, occasionally coming over to peek at her progress.

"Go away! Marshal, you are not welcome in the kitchen." Cheng Yuwei pushed him out.

Ling Xiaotian pretended to be aggrieved and said, "I was just checking to see what you were doing. Why are you so nervous?"

Cheng Yuwei smiled and said, "Just wait until I'm done before you try it, so you won't laugh at me."

Half an hour later, Cheng Yuwei brought out several exquisite side dishes. Ling Xiaotian took a bite and tasted it, nodding repeatedly, "I didn't expect you to be such a good cook. It tastes really good."

Cheng Yuwei's eyebrows curved, and she smiled proudly: "Then you must remember not to look down on my cooking skills as a 'military cook' in the future."

Ling Xiaotian chuckled and said, "If my wife is willing to cook, how dare I turn her down?"

In the morning, Cheng Yuwei, on a whim, dragged Ling Xiaotian out for an outing to the bamboo forest and lake outside the city. The two of them walked hand in hand, the sunlight shining on the lake, the ripples sparkling, a refreshing sight.

Cheng Yuwei found a few stones from somewhere and, playfully, dragged Ling Xiaotian to a competition to see who could skip stones the farthest. Ling Xiaotian smiled helplessly and said, "Madam, you're being so naughty. I'm a little overwhelmed."

Cheng Yuwei chuckled and said, "People say the general is mighty, so why would he be afraid of these little rocks?"

Ling Xiaotian also laughed, picked up a stone and threw it gently. The stone bounced on the water five or six times before sinking.

Cheng Yuwei clapped and cheered, her eyes full of admiration and praise for him. She suddenly approached him and whispered, "Xiaotian, I hope we can always be like this."

Ling Xiaotian was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then he gently held her hand and said affectionately, "Yuwei, I hope so too. As long as you are with me, no matter what the future holds, it will be enough to give me peace of mind."

One evening a few days later, as the two were enjoying a moment of peace, a secret letter was quietly delivered to Ling Xiaotian. The letter was brief, but it brought heavy news—it turned out that the remnants of the Canglang faction were still secretly active, secretly allying with other warlords, and preparing to strike.

Ling Xiaotian frowned and slowly put the letter down. Cheng Yuwei, who was beside him, noticed the change in the atmosphere and asked with concern, "Xiaotian, what happened?"

Ling Xiaotian handed her the letter, his eyes serious. "It seems the enemy hasn't given up yet, and the remaining forces are plotting something. I'm afraid we're about to face a new challenge."

Cheng Yuwei pondered for a moment and nodded firmly: "No matter what, I will always be with you. We will face it together."

A new round of crisis is quietly approaching. Although the two are uneasy, they are ready to deal with it.