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

Chapter 24 Tea House
Qi Cun looked at his lovely wife in his arms, and remembered the several contacts they had before marriage.

Before Qiao Yuan married Qi Cun, the two met several times.

On the summer solstice in Beijing, the red sun fills the sky and the earth, and the fire clouds form mountains.

The traitors in the barracks showed their signs and colluded with Hu Nu. Even after entering Beijing, they were still informing Hu Nu. Qi Cun secretly investigated and collected evidence.

And the most recent meeting was at Yunjing Pavilion.

Yunjing Pavilion is a well-known elegant place in Shangjing, full of fish and dragons.

In order not to startle the enemy, Qi Cun asked his subordinates to open a private room, and asked the hidden guards to take turns checking in the building.

While he was drinking tea in the cubicle, the door of the box was pushed open, and a little girl rushed in, seeing someone in the cubicle, she yelled.

"Have a cup of cold tea."

This is treating him as a shop assistant.

Today, one of Qiao Yuan's favorite famous actors rehearsed a play in Yunjing Pavilion. This famous actor sings, reads, plays and plays beautifully. He is famous for a while, and it is not easy to listen to his plays.

For this reason, Qiao Yuan begged Jin Shu to cover her and sneaked out quietly.

Arriving at Yunjing Pavilion, Qiao Yuan directly entered the wing room he usually reserved.

Xiao Er remained silent.

Qiao Yuan took the conical hat and sat crookedly on the couch, thinking he hadn't heard, so she weakly shouted again, and then she heard the footsteps coming.

The man stopped beside Qiao Yuan.

Qiao Yuan looked around outside the window, and nodded: "Pour tea."

The man stopped moving again.

Why is this Xiao Er silent? Will Yunjing Pavilion teach others?

Qiao Yuan was about to turn around when his palm sank and he placed a teacup.

She drank the cold tea, felt refreshed all over, and waved her hands back.

Qiao Yuan's clothes were always gorgeous, beautiful but flashy. She came out of the house and was already sweating.

She opened the front of her shirt, revealing a piece of snow-white collarbone, which made her feel cooler.

Seeing a figure from the corner of the eye, Qiao Yuan's heart skipped a beat, he closed his clothes, turned his head and scolded, "Why are you still here?"

A stern face came into view.

"Marquis of Zhenbei?"

It has been more than a month since Qi Cun entered Beijing, this is the second time they met.

Qi Cun scanned her surprised face.

Qiao Yuan was wearing a snow-green gauze skirt that day, which made her skin look like cold white jade. Her fair face was turned pink by the heat, her color was like a spring dawn, and the flower on her forehead was so gorgeous.

The aristocratic upbringing of the aristocratic family made her suddenly realize that she should greet the Marquis of Zhenbei: "Your Majesty is well."

Seeing that there was no one around, he complained first: "Why is the Marquis in my wing?"

Qi Cun looked at the girl in front of him who had just greeted him and then questioned him confidently. He had some time to relax: "Girl, I booked this wing."

Qiao Yuan said confidently, "This is the place I often come to."

She often sneaks out to watch plays, and every time she comes to this wing, the waiter in Yunjing Pavilion is familiar with her.

Qi Cun couldn't deny it, and said: "If you come here often, it's yours, and this wing room doesn't have your name written on it."

The next moment, Qiao Yuan told him, yes.

"Why didn't my name be written, here, this is it." She pointed to the teacup in Qi Cun's hand.

There is a small character engraved on the wall of the cup - Yuan.

Qi Cun suddenly thought that he had used this tea cup just now, and the lines on his lips carefully ran over the small word.

When Qiao Yuan saw that he was silent, she raised her eyebrows triumphantly and was about to drive him out.

Qi Cun slowly glanced at her smart brows and said, "I also spent some money to book this wing."

Qiao Yuan opened her eyes slightly. She was good-looking because of her family background, and was used to being domineering in Beijing. This was the first time she encountered someone who refused to let her go.

The sound of bamboo silk came from outside the window, and the play had already begun.

At this time, it was too late for Xiao Er to change the room for himself, and this place had the best view.

Qiao Yuan had no choice but to resign himself to it, and said: "Hmph, then I'll just be more generous and share it with you. Next time Lord Hou won't be so lucky."

Obviously, Qi Cun spent two taels of silver, and Qiao Yuan acted as if he took advantage of it as a matter of course.

A melodious babbling sound came, and Qiao Yuan's favorite famous actor appeared on the stage. She didn't care about both, and lay on the window, looking down intently.

The figure is exquisite and delicate, and her black hair spreads out like clouds.

The door of the wing room was knocked rhythmically, which was a predetermined signal.

Qi Cun glanced at Qiao Yuan who was engrossed in watching the show, turned around and went out.

The truth of the matter came to light, and the stolen goods were seized together, and Qi Cun asked people to take the traitor down.

The man was gagged and his eyes were dead.

Qi survived the name of the King of Hades, and his methods were ruthless, and everyone at the border knew it. Death in his hands would be the only relief.

The subordinates knew that Qi Cun was not a person who liked silk music and was not a womanizer. If it were not for investigating the case, he would never set foot in such a romantic place, so he asked if he would prepare a carriage to go back to the military camp.

Unexpectedly, his Marquis refused without hesitation.

When Qi Cun came out, he heard that the scene downstairs was already at its climax, and everyone's eyes were on the stage.

The babbling on the stage covered up the undercurrent of the drama going on below the stage.

Qi Cun returned to the wing and saw Qiao Yuan still lying down watching the show.

This girl was so deeply involved in the drama that the handkerchief in her hand was soaked with tears, and her tears fell like raindrops, seemingly endless.

Qiao Yuanliang burst into tears, and a clean handkerchief suddenly covered her nose. Before she could react, she heard a low and sweet voice.

"Strong."

Qiao Yuan subconsciously followed suit, and Tangtang Zhen Beihou helped a little girl blow her nose like this.

Qi Cun looked calm, as if he just didn't want to see the little girl crying, so he helped her with a small favor.

Qiao Yuan blushed slightly, but hesitated to speak.

I heard in the morning that the people in the border area were all unruly and unrestrained. I didn't expect them to be so open-minded.

In the end, no one knows where the handkerchief and teacup went.

The official ladies are all spreading rumors that the Marquis of Zhenbei who came to Beijing is powerful and strong, with a cold face, like the king of hell demanding life.

Qiao Yuan disagreed. Zhenbei Hou only had a bad appearance, but he was actually frank.

Afterwards, Qiao Yuan and Zhenbeihou had several face-to-face meetings. When Zhenbeihou saw her, he would nod from afar, looking very friendly.

When Qiao Yuan woke up, she felt like she was trapped in an embrace and couldn't move her body.

After finally breaking free from Qi Cun's hand, he ran to the entrance of the cave to check the progress of the flow stone.

The effect is very gratifying, the ground has been piled up to the height of more than half a person, and we should be able to go out tomorrow.

There is some wind here, and Qiao Yuan always feels gloomy behind him.

Qi Cun was still in the same position, probably not awake yet, Qiao Yuan put his face against his forehead, and looked at the wound again, the golden sore medicine seemed to have exerted its effect, the wound did not fester, but it was still horrifying.

Qiao Yuan looked at Qi Cun's pale lips, pressed them with her fingers, and stared at them for a while.

The fire has been burned out, and the cave is completely dark.

Qiao Yuan consciously snuggled into Qi Cun's arms, put his hands on her waist, opened the hem of her skirt as much as possible to cover the two of them, buried her head in his neck, and checked his body temperature. Go to sleep contentedly.

(End of this chapter)