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

Chapter 101
The next morning, Da Zhuang had to go on duty during the day. Before midnight, he opened his eyes, gently took back the hand holding his wife, quietly lifted the quilt and sat up.

Qiao Yuan always woke up naturally from sleep. She felt the heat leaving in a daze. She rubbed the pillow uncomfortably and turned around. Her black hair spread half of the bed, revealing a small part of her face that was as soft as jade.

The tip of Da Zhuang's heart felt like a puddle of water, so he tucked his wife into a quilt and gave her an almost imperceptible kiss.

As the festival is approaching, the village begins to clean and sweep, and special herbal water is sprinkled in every corner to prevent any poisonous insects from getting close.

When Da Zhuang went out, he bumped into a boy holding a box.

The young man recognized that this was the famous man next to Mrs. Zhenguo, and begged for mercy in fear.

Inside the box were the things that had been cleared up during the general cleaning, and they fell out in miscellaneous places.

An old picture scroll rolled down to the man's feet.

Da Zhuang frowned, but did not embarrass the young man. He bent down and picked up the scroll.The scroll was a little loose as it rolled down. As soon as the man's hand touched it, the scroll fell apart.

The man in the painting wears armor and has a red cloak trailing behind him. He has an unusually majestic appearance and glares at everyone. The painter wished he could have been given three heads and six arms, and his aura was almost terrifying.

Da Zhuang's casual eyes glanced at the face of the person in the painting and paused, staring at the person in the painting: "Who is this?"

The style of the painting is a bit rough, and the facial features of the person in the painting are almost distorted. No one can connect this painting with the real person, like a door painting pasted on the door by ordinary people.

The boy's face turned pale: "These are old things that I collected before. They may be some heroic soldiers from the previous dynasty."

A storm gradually gathered in his big eyes.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, the boy confessed with a mournful face, "It's the former Lord Zhen!"

The reputation of Duke Zhen Guo for his might spread throughout Daji during his lifetime, and there was a folk saying that it could stop children from crying at night.

Some people even hang the portrait of the Duke of Zhen in their room, which is said to ward off evil spirits.

Later, the emperor felt that it was unlucky to make portraits of living people, so he banned this behavior and destroyed all the portraits.

This painting was secretly imitated by the boy at that time. He only took it out to pay homage when something evil happened. Normally he didn't dare to let anyone know about it, so he just kept it at the bottom of the box.

"Please don't tell me, sir. I will throw away the painting right now."

The boy hurriedly wanted to put the painting away, but saw the adult holding the painting tightly, and the veins in his hands popped out.

With a tearing sound, the scroll was torn in half.

He turned around and walked back to the room. When he was about to open the door, he paused and stood straight in front of the door like a tree stump that had lost all its strength. After being silent for a long time, he turned around, straightened his clothes, and went out as if nothing had happened.

The atmosphere in the ceremonial hall was particularly heavy today. Many "colleagues" felt that a storm was coming and that dark clouds were threatening to overwhelm the city. Da Zhuang above them was silently correcting documents.

In the evening, Qiao Yuan was having dinner when he saw that Da Zhuang, who had been coming home late in the past few days, suddenly came back early today.

The man looked calm, and as soon as he sat down, he smelled the aroma of wine.

Qiao Yuan held back her wine glass guiltily.

Today, the people below brought wine to worship ancestors during the Bath Orchid Festival, and Qiao Yuan opened a jar out of curiosity.

The wine had a mellow aroma, obviously not comparable to the fruit wine that Beauty Xiao Qiao usually drank. Neither Qi Cun nor Da Zhuang would let her touch such a strong wine.

Da Zhuang is a little different today.

The man looked at Qiao Yuan's face for a while and suddenly smiled: "Strong alcohol is harmful to your health, don't drink too much."

She was allowed to drink.Qiao Yuan happily took out the wine glass hidden behind the bowl. Without thinking too much, she just thought it was a festive exception and took the initiative to pour him a glass.

Da Zhuang played with the wine glass, stared at the little beauty for a long time, then picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

His eyes never left his wife, his eyes were dark, like a ferocious beast hiding in the dark and usually hunting.

The wine was indeed very strong. Qiao Yuan took a tentative sip and was choked and coughing the next moment.

The hot taste burned from the tip of her tongue to her throat. Qiao Yuan's eyes turned red. Da Zhuang poured her a cup of cold tea, but she still didn't understand the spicy taste.

Qiao Yuan nestled in the man's arms, holding onto his clothes with her fingers, her eyes filled with tears: "This wine is not good at all. It's too strong. It's not as good as the osmanthus wine you made last year."

"Osmanthus wine?" Da Zhuang caught something too abrupt in Qiao Yuan's words. Madam and I have only known each other for a few months. I'm afraid I didn't brew Osmanthus Wine with the Duke of Zhen Guo. I'm just the sweetheart in Madam's heart. .

He learned this word from the storybook that Madam read. That night, Madam had to pester him to read from the storybook to lull him to sleep. The person he used to despise has now become such a person.

She coughed until the ends of her eyes were red, her eyes were covered with mist, and everything in front of her eyes seemed to be covered with a veil.

Da Zhuang wiped her tears, and his fingertips were stained with water: "If you are not allowed to drink, you will always think about it, and you will be fine once you have learned a lesson."

Qiao Yuan shed tears uncomfortably. After hearing what he said, she was so angry that she hit him several times.

It was said that he was hitting someone, but the force on her body was so light that it was almost non-existent. She was obviously a beauty so fragile that she could be knocked down with just one finger, but she always wanted to provoke some unknown things.

But she didn't know that things that looked ordinary and seemed harmless would often make her suffer a lot.

Qiao Yuan's vision became increasingly blurry, and her consciousness seemed to be soaked in soft cotton.

After an unknown amount of time, the face in her sight came closer and closer. Qiao Yuan watched the man's lips open and close: "Madam, why don't you let your servant put red beans in the rice dumplings?"

Qiao Yuan looked at the face close at hand, with deep features. She reached out and touched it, sliding her fingertips from the high bridge of her nose to her tight, thin lips.

"Because... you can't eat it."

The men's clothes that his wife had given him before flashed before Da Zhuang's eyes. He didn't even know if he could eat red beans. How did his wife know?

Maybe it's not that he can't eat, but that the "man" can't eat.

Qiao Yuan's consciousness became softer and softer, her eyes were confused, the blush gradually spread from her cheeks, and the tip of her nose was dyed rouge, giving her a lively and fragrant look.

Da Zhuang closed his eyes and asked the last question: "Why don't you use that bottle of lip balm, madam?"

Qiao Yuan just wanted to sleep at this time, buried in his arms, willfully pretending not to hear.

Da Zhuang dug her head out, held her face in his hands, and asked again persistently.

What is it like to have someone around you when you want to sleep?

Qiao Yuan was finally woken up. She opened her watery eyes and said aggrievedly, "It's not because you don't like nectar!"

He said it tasted too sweet. Who told him to keep eating it? How could there be such a domineering person in the world?

Da Zhuang's heart was completely cold.

He was really a queen. The suspicions he had made for many days were finally confirmed, and a seed called jealousy sprouted crazily.

He thought it was because his wife didn't like it, but he didn't expect that it was because her late husband didn't like it.

(End of this chapter)