After waking up from the dream, the general's wife lost her love brain

Chapter 100 Mouth Fat
The Yulan Festival in Shangjing is approaching, and Zhuangzi starts to get busy.

The Yulan Festival is held in May every year, at the turn of spring and summer, when there are many mosquitoes, and it is customary for people to bathe in orchid grass soup to decontaminate.

After dinner, Qiao Yuan was bored, holding a lamp and learning to weave five-color ropes from her grandma. Daji has always had the tradition of wearing five-color ropes for children during the Bath Orchid Festival, which means to ward off evil spirits and eliminate disasters.

Luxiu was preparing for the Yulan Festival, and thought of something: "Ma'am, is this year's Zongfen the same as in previous years?"

Ordinary people usually put some candied dates and meat stuffing in the zongba. Qiao Yuan is different. She likes to put all kinds of ingredients, such as eight treasures, lotus seeds, pine nuts, and ham. freshness.

Qiao Yuan's white jade-like five fingers were entwined with multicolored silk threads, she was dazzled by the movements of the nanny, she didn't care to raise her head, and hastily responded.

Luxiu said angrily: "This year is different. Madam, if you think about it again, are there any taboos?"

Qiao Yuan was stunned for a moment, and only after recovering did he understand the meaning of Lu Xiu's words.

She has been with Qiao Yuan for many years and knows her wife's preferences very well. This sentence is naturally not about Qiao Yuan's taboos.

Qiao Yuan said casually: "Don't put red beans."

This kind of thing usually does not appear in daily meals, but Qi Cun accidentally ate a pastry filled with red bean filling and got a rash on his back. Although he didn't take it seriously, it was not painful or itchy, but it could be avoided. Just avoid it.

The mugwort leaves in the bamboo tube at the door have been burned, and the unique smell of mugwort still remains in the air.

Da Zhuang paused when he pushed the door open, and a trace of strangeness disappeared from his mind.

Naturally, he could tell that this was asking about his taboos, but he himself didn't know when he couldn't eat red beans anymore.

Perhaps Madam herself doesn’t want to eat red bean paste these days.

Da Zhuang didn't take it seriously, and crossed the threshold with his long legs.

When the grandma and the maid saw that he was back, they packed up their things and left.

Qiao Yuan was sitting on the soft couch with her head slightly lowered, her crow's eyelashes were long and slender, the candlelight shone on her face, her face was as smooth as suet jade, and it was rare to see a gentle expression.

She was still fiddling with the ball of silk thread, and didn't pay attention to the movement. She didn't come back to her senses until she was hugged on her lap.

"Why have you come back so late these days?"

Da Zhuang touched her face and rested his chin on her shoulder: "The emperor is sick again."

It was warm up in Kyoto at this time, and the emperor fell ill at this time, which shows how badly his body has collapsed.

Qiao Yuan let out an oh, and was still fighting wits and courage with the group of five-color ropes, with sweat dripping from the tip of his nose.

The little beauty has always done her best. She was dissatisfied with the weaving several times before and re-dismantled. Now the silk threads are all entangled.

Qiao Yuan became more and more confused. She stretched out her hands behind her and moved her fingers through the threads, patiently separating the tangled threads.

Qiao Yuan turned around and saw his slanted eyebrows, serious eyes.

A man who leads troops to fight is not impatient at all when doing such delicate work.

The dark eyes reflected the candlelight, and the warm body temperature came from the close back, and Qiao Yuan curled his fingers.

The man noticed her gaze, kept moving his hands, lowered his head and kissed her.

Qiao Yuan always felt that the place where he was kissed was terribly hot, and even the temperature spread from the small half of his face, and he couldn't help moving his body.

The room was extremely quiet, only the sound of the man's breathing remained in Qiao Yuan's ears, and he didn't know how many things he had done, the little beauty was always so innocent sometimes.

Da Zhuang didn't seem to notice his wife's discomfort, and still held her tightly.

Qiao Yuan struggled a few times, but not only did she not push the hand away from her waist, she felt that the muscles under her body were getting tighter and tighter. She was too frightened to move, so she stayed in his arms.

The candlelight reflected on the window paper, swaying with a bit of warmth.

I don't know how long it took, Qiao Yuan almost fell asleep in a daze, and felt something wrapped around his wrist.When I opened my eyes, I saw that it was a five-color rope that had already been braided.

The size is right, not a very delicate pattern, but the texture is delicate, and the various colors set off the slender wrist to bully Saixue.

Qiao Yuan dialed the wire and said awkwardly: "This is worn by children."

When she was a child, Qiao's mother would weave it for her every year. The five-color rope around her wrist feels familiar and strange.

Da Zhuang touched his wife's fingertips and spread his fingers.

His finger joints were slender and slightly gathered, covering his pink and white jade hands with ease, as if enclosing a delicate and delicate flower stamen.

"Compared to me, Ma'am is still young."

Qiao Yuan scratched the palm of his hand, remembering how he was so busy all night and how lazy he was to give him Brother Ting's share.

Da Zhuang agreed with lowered eyes.

Qiao Yuan watched him slowly and methodically pull out a few new silk threads, propped up his legs and wanted to sit up, but accidentally pressed against an angular object.

Something like a box.

Sure enough, Da Zhuang took out a wooden box from his clothes: "I passed by Cuirou Pavilion today, and there just happened to be a new lip balm."

Inside the box are several exquisite small porcelain bottles. When you open it, you can see a light and bright red.

Qiao Yuan's eyes lit up, he couldn't wait to get up, sat in front of the diorama, and struggled with which color to paint first. After thinking for a long time, he turned around and asked Da Zhuang which color he thought looked better.

Da Zhuang looked at the similar red colors in several small porcelain bottles and pointed to one with difficulty.

Fortunately, Qiao Yuan picked out the bottle with dignity, dipped a little lipstick on it, and applied it carefully on her lips.

This lip balm should be mixed with pearl powder and has a fine texture.

Qiao Yuan's lips were not as thin as usual, but a little fleshy, fresh and plump like a freshly picked cherry, with lip balm, it looked even more charming.

Qiao Yuan took pictures from left to right, and looked at the beauty in the mirror happily. After admiring enough, he wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and tried other colors.

Da Zhuang couldn't help but smile when he saw that she was very busy, she was as beautiful and flamboyant as a little peacock.

By the time he finished braiding the five-color rope for the young prince, Qiao Yuan had already tried all the colors with great interest, and had even thought about what clothes to wear and which bottle of lipstick to apply tomorrow.

Several small porcelain bottles were opened and placed in front of the makeup box. Da Zhuang glanced at it briefly and saw that one of them was almost untouched: "Why don't you apply this, madam?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Yuan turned around.

There was even some strange resentment in the little beauty's eyes. She looked at him for a long time and muttered: "Why don't you paint it? Of course you don't like it."

Da Zhuang picked up the small porcelain bottle strangely. With his eyesight, he couldn't see any difference between this color and the others. "Why don't you like it?"

Qiao Yuan curled her fingers, seeing Da Zhuang was really curious, as if she would keep asking if she didn't answer.

The little beauty was silent for a while, the tips of her ears were blushing, and finally she couldn't help but say, "Because nectar is added to it, it tastes too sweet!"

Her expression was embarrassed, her lips were slightly pursed, and her eyes were filled with resentment, but it made people unable to help but bully her further.

Da Zhuang's eyes darkened, he dipped his fingers into some lipstick, and applied it bit by bit on the red lips.

The tip of the nose is filled with faint fragrance, and the fingertips are delicate to the touch, with a little force, the fingertips stroke the corners of the lips, leaving a bright red mark on the snowy skin.

Da Zhuang followed his intention and bent down to taste it carefully. Afterwards, his eyebrows furrowed.

Really cloyingly sweet.

(End of this chapter)