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

Chapter 106 Questioning
Because it was a solemn occasion, Qiao Yuan dressed a little plainly, with a tender hosta sticking out from the black bun.

Her skin was as fresh as snow, her lips were red, and she wore a water-colored light skirt with a very thin waistline.

Da Zhuang seemed to have an inner demon whispering in his ear, tempting him to hold on to that thin waist. It was so soft and weak. Once imprisoned, he could do what he wished and could no longer escape.

Seeing that Da Zhuang didn't follow, Qiao Yuan turned her head and looked at him doubtfully.

Da Zhuang looked at her deeply: "Madam, let's make a deal."

Qiao Yuan was confused as to what kind of deal she was making at this time. Just when she was about to refuse, she heard him continue, "I will burn three sticks of incense with my wife, and she will answer my three questions."

What a strange deal this was. Qiao Yuan looked at him in surprise. Seeing that he seemed unwilling to move unless she agreed, she agreed without thinking much.

In the final analysis, the man's long-term pampering had spoiled her, and Qiao Yuan could not afford to be defensive in front of him, thinking that he would never embarrass her too much.

Seeing her promise, Da Zhuang stepped forward with a stick of incense.

Qiao Yuan turned her head and was about to put the incense in her hand when she suddenly heard him ask: "First question, why can't I see the memorial tablet of Lord Zhen Guo?"

Qiao Yuan turned her head to look at him in shock.

She didn't expect Da Zhuang to observe so carefully and still find problems among the dark piles of tablets. She hesitated and said: "Well... time is urgent, and the tablets haven't been moved here yet."

It can't be said that a living person is right in front of you.

"Really?" Da Zhuang was noncommittal. He put the incense in his hand into the ashes and took two more sticks from the side.

Seeing that he seemed to believe it, Qiao Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and took the incense he handed over.

Da Zhuang's throat moved, and he slowly said: "Second question, when Madam asked me to be a personal guard, was it because of my face?"

Qiao Yuan opened her eyes wide, as if she couldn't understand what he said.

Da Zhuang looked closely into her watery eyes, not missing a trace of her expression.

Even though he already had the answer in his heart, his heartstrings were still tense at the moment.

One of the candles on the candlestick was blown out by the wind from nowhere, and the room suddenly became darker.

Qiao Yuan felt something was wrong, but she couldn't explain it. Seeing that Da Zhuang seemed to be waiting for her to answer, she hesitated and nodded.

After a pause, she tried to explain: "Well... I felt like we were in love with you from the first moment I saw you..."

The strong face was shrouded in shadow. Qiao Yuan couldn't see his expression clearly, but he seemed to be smiling.

Qiao Yuan was stunned, and an indescribable emotion surged into her heart. Before she could figure it out, the instinctive sensitivity of a small animal in predicting danger came over her.

At this time, Da Zhuang had already brought the third stick of incense.

Qiao Yuan hesitated and did not answer.

She was thinking quickly about what was wrong with him during this period. No, maybe it started a long time ago, but he only showed it clearly recently.

Qiao Yuan thought for a while, but still had no idea, so she just looked at him blankly.

Da Zhuang's favorite thing is his wife's eyes, which are clear and watery like grapes. If they don't meet her expectations, they will quickly become covered with a layer of water mist, which seems to be a silent condemnation.

Every time she looked at him begging like this, the anger in his heart would dissipate, and his cold heart would turn into a puddle of water. He wished he could hold the little beauty in his arms and comfort her.

The little beauty is very aware of how much a man manipulates her. If an ordinary person receives such exquisite treatment, he must pay it back carefully, but Qiao Yuan is not like this.She has always been arrogant and arrogant, relying on her beauty to commit crimes. She will never even learn how to deliberately seduce, because there is no need for these. She only needs to show a little bit of feeling wronged, and men can't wait to hold her up like a fragile doll. palm.

But this time Da Zhuang seemed to be cruel and forcefully stuffed the incense stick into Qiao Yuan's palm.

Qiao Yuan's eyes were red. She had fair skin, and every time she was red, it looked particularly obvious and pitiful.

She felt frightened belatedly and couldn't help but take a step back.

But it was already too late. Da Zhuang looked at her with pity, then half-hugged the little beauty, holding her hand almost forcefully and inserting the incense into the ashes.

"The third question," Qiao Yuan felt her back pressed against a warm chest, blocking her from retreating. There was a hint of aggression in her breath.

"Madam, are you..." He paused and said that word, "Do you think of me as a substitute for the dead Duke Zhen?"

No matter how imaginative Qiao Yuan was, she never expected that Da Zhuang's heart would be like this, so she didn't react for a moment.

Her husband is Qi Cun, and her lover is Da Zhuang. Although their names are different, they are forced by the situation and they cannot directly explain the situation to Da Zhuang, but they are indeed the same person.

And then her current lover thought that she was a substitute for her deceased husband?

Seeing her stunned, Da Zhuang pinched her face dissatisfied.

Qiao Yuan came back to her senses and saw that he was still gloomy, so she quickly said: "It's nothing!"

Her voice was so clear and her tone so sure that it even made Da Zhuang wonder for a moment whether he had made a mistake.

"No?" He held the little beauty's face in his hands and forced her to look directly into his eyes, "Then why do I look like Duke Zhen Guo? Why did you give me his old clothes? Why is it such a coincidence?"

"Do you allow me, who looks a lot like Duke Zhenguo, to get close to my wife?"

In the final analysis, from Da Zhuang's point of view, he and his wife are from two different worlds. If his wife was looking for a lover, and there were so many people vying to come to her door, why did she choose him?

- Unless the lady likes his similar face, what else can he have other than this face? It cannot be so ridiculous that he is the deceased Zhen Guo Gong, or the wife does not accept the reality and thinks that the Zhen Guo Gong is still alive. Now, he admitted his mistake and thought he was the Duke of Zhenguo.

Qiao Yuan was stunned by his question, but the doctor said that he couldn't be stimulated and couldn't tell him directly, so he swallowed his words again.

"Why can't I just fall in love with you?" the little beauty said anxiously: "You taught Sun Yue a lesson for me, who has evil intentions. You have been taking care of me during this period. Even Green Sleeves are not as careful as you."

Da Zhuang only thought that the lady was still unwilling to tell the truth, and the blood in his body seemed to be frozen.

If Madam had simply admitted it, he wouldn't have suffered so much. Why did she deny it before and give him hope?

From hope to disillusionment, the distance is only a moment.

Qiao Yuan saw that his expression was wrong, and she subconsciously wanted to run away. As soon as she raised her feet, she was held down by the man who saw through it.

The altar behind them jingled as the two of them bumped into it, and the melons and fruits on the table rolled down and scattered all over the floor.

The man was angered by her behavior of escaping. His expression was too terrifying. Qiao Yuan's fingers trembled. She fumbled for something on the table and subconsciously threw it over.

The gold foil rubbed across Da Zhuang's face, leaving a tiny trace of blood.

The two froze at the same time.

Qiao Yuan retreated with a guilty conscience: "I...I didn't mean it. Who told you to be so cruel?"

(End of this chapter)