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

Chapter 103 Shadow Play

The maid outside the courtyard gate was really arranging the flowers in the yard when she suddenly heard the door being opened. When she looked up, she saw the strange man the lady had brought back with a grocery bag in his hand.

He was tall and strong, and he was so powerful that he could lift a heavy sword out of a bag of groceries.

Da Zhuang said with a cold face: "Where is the woodshed?"

The maid was startled and said, "I will take you there."

She was about to step forward when she saw the man take a step back, "No, just tell me the direction."

it is good. "

The woodshed was in a mess, with bags of miscellaneous items thrown in there, not conspicuous at all, just like the firewood, just waiting to be thrown into the stove and turned into a handful of ashes.

Da Zhuang walked out and took a look at the sky. It was already afternoon when they arrived at the palace, and it was almost dinner time. Madam should go back to her room.

He walked back along the way he came and was about to open the door when he had a headache and a dull pain. Recently, the headaches had become more and more frequent, each time becoming more painful.

Da Zhuang has been having a headache since he woke up. He thought that he had always had it. After coming to his wife's house and seeing the doctor, the lady asked him to drink medicine every day, saying it was to cure the headache.

Since it was the Madam who asked me to drink it, there must be something reasonable about it.

After his head recovered, Da Zhuang's eyes went dark for a while. After he regained his composure, he pushed the door open and entered. Through the screen between the outer room and the inner room, he saw his wife lazily leaning on the soft couch.

She was flipping through a script book at her fingertips, her black hair spread out and fell across the couch, like a thick and colorful painting scroll.

The beauty seemed to hear the movement, raised her head, and then lowered her head.

"I heard that something called shadow puppetry has become popular in Shangjing recently. Go buy one and bring it to the house."

This topic was a bit sudden, Da Zhuang was startled: "What?"

He is now well informed about the news in the capital, and he is no longer the country man who first came to the city.

The last shadow puppet show left a few months ago. This kind of performance is not fixed and can be performed wherever it goes.

Qiao Yuan flipped through the pages of her script. It could be seen that her mind was not on it, and she was almost angry: "I said I wanted a shadow puppet show."

Da Zhuang paused, feeling something was wrong.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qiao Yuan threw away the notebook and raised her head with red eyes: "You don't let me out. This house is so stuffy and you don't allow me to have fun."

The sunset light came in through the window panes, casting strange shadows on the expensive carpet.

Da Zhuang stared at the shadows.

The monster hiding in the shadow seemed to be aware of human sight, its eyes turned green, as if it was waiting for an opportunity to pounce on humans unprepared to devour flesh and blood.

He was about to pass through the screen and enter the inner room to comfort Qiao Yuan.

Suddenly a voice came from behind, with a helpless smile.

"It's not peaceful in Beijing these days. The second prince is in prison. According to his cautious temperament, it's impossible for him to do nothing. Wife, can you bear with me a little longer?"

Da Zhuang suddenly froze.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly turned around.

Standing in front of the window was a man in black clothes with tied up black hair, broad shoulders and long legs.

With his back to the light, his face was shrouded in shadow, making it difficult to see clearly.

The little beauty in the inner room still seemed dissatisfied. The man smiled helplessly, put down his military book, and was about to go in to appease his angry wife.

The man behind Da Zhuang turned a blind eye to Da Zhuang and simply ignored him.

Da Zhuang stood in the middle of the outer room and the inner room. Inside was his pampering wife, and outside was his slowly approaching husband. In a daze, he felt like an unexpected outsider.

His body was so stiff that he couldn't even turn his head. He could only watch the black shadow getting closer and closer.Don't go in.

He begged silently in his heart.

The sound of steady footsteps fell on his ears, and then, the black shadow passed through his body without any pause, opened the curtain, and walked towards his wife on the soft couch.

Qiao Yuan became even more angry when she saw him coming in. She took out the soft satin pillow behind her and threw it over.

This cushion is also stained with the fragrance of the beauty. It is made of silky satin and embroidered with golden birds and hibiscus.

Qi Cun took the pillow and rubbed it onto the couch without any politeness at all, hugging the fragrant and soft little beauty and squeezing her soft and boneless fingertips.

Qiao Yuan pushed him away in disgust.

The man clung to him again. After a few rounds, Qiao Yuan pulled his hair. Seeing that he couldn't get rid of him, she had to let him go.

Da Zhuang, who was nailed to the spot, could only see the entangled figures in the inner room through the screen, just like the shadow puppet show Qiao Yuan was clamoring to watch.

Da Zhuang's blood ran cold all over his body, and his eyes fell on the screen. The entangled figures of the two people were reflected on it, complementing the embroidered birds clinging to each other.

The young couple in the inner room were still noisy. The man leaned into the wife's ear and said something unknown, and the room fell silent.

When Da Zhuang heard his wife hesitantly speak, his tone was shy and a little coquettish: "Really? You promised my shadow puppet show..."

He could almost imagine the lady behind the screen, her beautiful face full of blush, more beautiful than the sunset on the horizon.

The man shamelessly cajoled his lady: "Of course."

The room became quiet again, but there was an unusual ambiguity.

The figures behind the screen are inseparable, leaning against each other.

Da Zhuang's eyes were scarlet. He wanted to rush in, snatch his wife away, and hide her somewhere where she could never be found again. However, his limbs were trapped for unknown reasons, and the veins on his forehead almost popped out.

The delicate and fragile screen seemed to have become a chasm.

After a while, the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other came from behind the screen, like an executioner judging him.

In this ordinary evening when no one was around, the sound of the water flowing between lips and teeth seemed to be amplified countless times.

The snow-white toes made ripples on the complicated blanket, smearing out dark traces little by little.

All the strength in Da Zhuang's body was drained. He turned his eyes away and stared at the carpet with his face bloodless.

After a long time, Da Zhuang broke away from his confinement and strode towards the inner room.

It was empty and empty, like a shadow puppet show ending.

When Qiao Yuan came back, he saw Da Zhuang burning something in the brazier.

It was dark outside, and there were no lights in the house, only the light of the flames.

Such an environment made Da Zhuang's lips pale and his eyes dark. He was staring straight at the dancing flames, and the scene was inexplicably weird.

His forehead felt hot, and Da Zhuang finally came back to his senses. His dark eyes moved to the lady's beautiful snow-white face, and her grape-like eyes seemed to be filled with spring water.

If you take one more look, you will seem to be addicted to it.

His wife is truly an iconic beauty, even if she is a widow
I don't know how many young men in the capital city are thinking of folding this precious and fragile flower into their rooms.

If he didn't have the convenience of this face, he might never be able to have a relationship with a noble lady in his lifetime.

The temperature under her hands was ice-cold. Qiao Yuan was used to the man's body temperature like a hot stove, so she frowned slightly.

(End of this chapter)