my wife is queen

Chapter 6
"Cough cough!"

With a burst of severe coughing, the wooden hairpin woman in a cloth skirt breathed in the cold winter air hard, her chest heaving up and down, which was another unforgettable scene.

It was originally a cold day in March, and there was a hint of spring on the banks of the Jinshui River with a layer of mist rising.

If an eunuch passed by here, after cleansing himself, he would inevitably feel agitated. Normal men are even more distracted, and they will never forget the grand scene by the Jinshui River in this life.

Li Mian let go of her arms, let her sit on the cold and prickly ground, took a few steps back, and asked kindly, "Are you okay?"

"woo"

Lihua, a woman in a wooden hairpin in a sarong, began to cry in the rain, frantically trying to tighten her peony on her chest, but the red apron straps in her skirt were torn, and she could no longer restrain her.

The tears on Qiao's face were like pearls with a broken thread, falling even faster with a 'bababada', anxious and aggrieved.

Li Mian sighed, knowing that this would be the result, he unbuttoned the round collar robe, took it off and held it in his hand.

Not close to the wooden hairpin woman in a cloth skirt, the lonely man and the widow lived together by the Jinshui River, so as not to cause misunderstanding, they threw it over a few steps away.

The round-neck gown made of satin is relatively light, blowing along with the cold wind, it falls on the body of the wooden hairpin woman in cloth skirt, it looks like a round-neck gown that the lover put on her in winter to keep out the cold.

The wooden hairpin woman in a sarong suddenly choked and stopped crying, and widened her beautiful autumn eyes.

There was no one around, if Deng Tuzi had malicious intentions, the innocence he had guarded for many years would be ruined, where there was no face left to live, it would be better to just throw himself into the river.

The beautiful face of the wooden hairpin woman in a cloth skirt turned pale, she hurriedly stood up from the cold ground, and approached the bank of the Jinshui River: "Don't come here, or I will throw myself into the river."

While speaking, one of the embroidered shoes of the wooden hairpin woman in a cloth skirt had already stretched out to the edge of the river, one foot was standing on the edge of the river, her slender palm was holding the willow tree by the Jinshui River, and she was watching Li Mian warily.

As long as he dared to take a step closer, he would immediately jump into the Jinshui River.

In the current cold weather, if you fall into the bitingly cold Jinshui River, if you don't drown in the river, you will freeze to death in the water.

Li Mian had no intention of getting close to her, so he shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked back, and returned along the original road, preparing to trot all the way to the mansion near Shichahai, and to beat his body by the way.

The wooden hairpin woman in a cloth skirt stared nervously at the tall figure and left. She breathed a sigh of relief, her heart was in a mess, and she didn't notice that the round-neck gown on her graceful body was the clothes of that climber.

Draped in front of him like a felt blanket, barely blocking the blooming peonies, he led the little donkey and hurried away.

The cold wind blows and rolls up the light mist on the surface of the Jinshui River, like the Qing people dancing in a cruise ship, it is a rare sight.

"It's quite cold. If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have given her the round neck robe."

Li Mian was not in the mood to appreciate the scenery. He was wearing a thick silk jacket. He usually had no problem keeping out the cold, but when the winter wind blew, he looked extraordinarily cold, so he could only slow down his running pace.

Fortunately, after running for a while, my body gradually warmed up and I no longer felt cold.

However, the cold wind hits the face, and the nose is red.

"ah"

The Muchai woman in a cloth skirt walked for a while in a panic by the Jinshui River, and suddenly noticed that the round-necked robe was the man's clothes, not the skirt she often wore.

He also thought that after being disturbed by a son of a rich family, the son of a rich family ran away on a horse, and the man without a horse kindly rescued her and gave her a round collar robe.

It's all the fault of the riding boy.

The wooden hairpin woman in a cloth skirt felt guilty, and immediately turned back with the little donkey. Qiu Shui looked around, but there was no sign of the man: "The servant should ask where the young master lives, and return the clothes after cleaning."

The capital city is huge, and I don't know if I will meet again in this life.

The wooden hairpin woman in a cloth skirt left with regret and guilt, feeling sad, and sang a Kunshan accent that was slightly hurt by parting.

"The silk of the clear wind blows to the courtyard, shaking the spring like a thread.

Stop for a while, and make flowers.

Without a water chestnut flower, stealing half of someone's face, and the colorful clouds are swaying."

Before Li Mian could go back to the mansion, a group of people walked up to him, anxiously looking for someone by the Jinshui River.

The pheasant slave was holding the corner of the goose-yellow skirt, his face was full of anxiety, followed by the servants of the mansion, each with a knife and a stick, came in a hurry.

"Uncle!"

The pheasant slave yelled in surprise, put down the little hand holding the hem of the skirt, and patted his chest: "The horse ran back to the stable alone, scaring the slaves to death, thinking that my uncle fell into the Jinshui River, bah, bah, bah, bah, you're lucky. How could there be such an accident."

Seeing her pat her chest, Li Mian couldn't help but think of the grand scene of peonies in full bloom, which lingered in his mind and couldn't get rid of it.

I also saw the pheasant slave "peh peh" on its own, muttering, muttering that he had said something wrong.

Li Mian laughed, and continued jogging back to the mansion. From time to time, he could hear the faint singing of pipa ditties by the courtiers on the cruise ship, which finally dispelled the peony scene.

It's just that there is a soft Kunshan accent of Wu Nong's soft language mixed in it.

I thought again of the little lady riding a donkey with a soft and waxy voice, and the rare bust in my life.

The impression is too deep, and it will be unforgettable after seeing it once.

Li Mian glanced back, and couldn't help laughing: "It's just a chance meeting, and I didn't leave an address, it's hard to say whether I will see you again in this life."

If you can't forget it, you won't forget it.

There are always some people and things that you can't forget once you meet them, but it's also interesting to think about them when you have time to relax.

He ran all the way back to the school grounds.

Li Mian walked to Zhu Qi Lanqi and took down a magpie painting bow, tried the bow strength, it was about two stones.

It belongs to the bows and crossbows used by elite soldiers in the army, not the ones used as decorations in ordinary official mansions.

His riding and archery skills have been practiced for many years, and they are extremely superb, even astonishing the big officials and businessmen, and they are used as a stepping stone to get acquainted with the big officials and businessmen.

The current body is the bones of a scholar, and it is no problem to forcefully draw the bowstring. In the future, I will work harder on my body, so that I can reach the point of fitness as soon as possible.

The pheasant slave asked in amazement: "Young master can also bow and horse, ride and shoot, you are a remarkable civil and martial artist, Duke Yuan, hurry up and shoot two arrows, let the princess know how good you are."

Li Mian mobilized his physical strength to catch the arrow, and was about to shoot an arrow, when he heard what the pheasant slave said, he almost lost his waist, and could only stagger back the bow and arrow.

Li Mian glanced back at the pheasant slave, his face jumped with joy, he reached into the Su embroidery pouch and took out a candied fruit, he was waiting for the arrow to be shot before eating it.

Confused, I don't know how much ambiguity this sentence has.

The wicker pane of the embroidery room opened slowly as Li Mian bent his bow and set an arrow, revealing a thin slit.

Just when the pheasant slave said these words, the wicker pane suddenly trembled.

Soon it was still again, but with the trembling, the slit was bigger than usual.

Li Mian collected his emotions, bent his bow and set his arrow again, held his breath, and shot towards the target a hundred paces away.

"boom!"

After a muffled sound, the arrow hit the bull's-eye.

"Uncle shot."

The pheasant slave quickly stuffed the candied fruit into his mouth, cheered, and ran over with a goose-yellow skirt: "The target is still the bull's-eye. The princess will be glad that my uncle is a capable son-in-law."

(End of this chapter)