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

Chapter 47 Gongzhou
At that time, she woke up in the carriage, opened her eyes, and saw the man curled up beside the couch.

Qiao Yuan thought about Qi Cun coming to the bedroom before going to bed last night and saying that he wanted to take some time to hang out with her. Could this be the case?
She said expressionlessly: "Where are you taking me?"

Qi Cun killed first and then played. He didn't dare to look at her at this moment, "I found something along the Baiyuan Tower and I want to go to Gongzhou."

Qiao Yuan was staring at him, so why did he have to take her with him?

After looking at each other for a moment, Qi Cun suddenly covered her eyes and gasped, his voice hoarse.

"Don't look at me like that."

Qiao Yuan: ???
Her vision was obscured, making other senses more apparent.

The heavy breathing sprayed behind the ears, causing the skin to turn into a thin powder, and the pink halo continued to spread to the white neck like jade.

Qiao Yuan heard him say in a daze: "It takes two months to go to Gongzhou and back, and I can't live without you."

It wasn't that the delicate Qiao Yuan couldn't do without him, it was that he couldn't do without Qiao Yuan.

He seemed to have been poisoned by an unknown poison, and this beautiful little wife in his arms was the only antidote.

Qi Cun wished that Qiao Yuan could become smaller, so small that he could put it in his pocket, so that he could take it with him and never leave it anywhere.

Qiao Yuan was stunned.

She didn't want to go to Gongzhou. It was such a long journey and it was still freezing outside. Wouldn't it be better for her to just stay in her warm golden nest?
But how could the little beauty who got into the thief's car be able to go back?

Qiao Yuan was about to die of anger, so he tossed Qi Cun even more.

Qi Cun traveled lightly this time, as if he didn't want to alert others, so the conditions were naturally not as good as those in the mansion.

There are only a few stations on the pipeline to Gongzhou, and the fresh food brought from Shangjing in the convoy is almost gone.

So Qiao Yuan did everything in his power, because he felt uncomfortable sleeping in the carriage and the food was not tasty, so he refused to eat.

Qi Cun was wronged and went hunting in the woods in the wind and snow.

The carriage stopped on the side of the road. The guards lit a fire, made mushroom soup, and carefully asked Qiao Yuan to get out of the car.

It was very windy and silent outside.

Qiao Yuan took a sip of the hot soup, and the white air he exhaled was vaguely visible on his face.

There was snow on the leaves, and the picturesque beauty sat quietly in the clearing that the guards had cleared.

The red cloak trailed the ground, like flames blooming in the snow, extremely stunning.

They should be resting here tonight. The guards were busy setting up tents and occasionally exchanging glances.

They are all old people who survived together, and they were all killed on the battlefield. They have never experienced any kind of hardship.

These days, they all see Madam's behavior, but they don't dare to have any opinions at all.

Even General Qi, who killed people like hemp on the battlefield, took good care of her, so you can see her place in Qi Cun's heart.

This time in Gongzhou, he should have acted in secret, and he knew at a glance that it was General Qi who had kidnapped his wife.

The guards secretly blamed the Marquis in their hearts. The road was difficult, and they, these rough guys, were nothing. How could the delicate lady endure it?

But then again.

The guard secretly raised his eyes and glanced at the beauty's back.

She has black hair and cloudy hair, thin neck and fragrant shoulders, and smooth jade muscles. Under the thick winter jacket, the willow waist is still astonishingly thin.

If they had such a daughter-in-law, they would be eager to take her with them wherever they go.

Qiao Yuan finished a bowl of hot soup, but Qi Cun hadn't come back yet.

It's a world of ice and snow here, and the animals have been hiding for the winter early, so it's not so easy to find them, let alone bring them back.

Little trolls are just pure bullies.

When the guards started cooking, Qi Cun finally came back.

The first thing he did was rush to his wife, his eyes greedily scanning the snow-white face inch by inch.

They had only been separated for less than an hour, and it was like they hadn't seen each other for a long time.

If he hadn't been in such a mess and Qiao Yuan's clothes were clean, she was sure that this man with a ferocious expression would have hugged her fiercely.

Qi Cun was holding a pheasant that was either dead or alive.

Qiao Yuan was speechless, speechless.

The man in front of her was tall and strong. If you looked at her from behind, the beauty standing in front of him was completely covered by his figure, and you couldn't even see the hem of her clothes.

Qiao Yuan's eyes moved from the pheasant to his face.

In fact, she never thought Qi Cun was handsome.

The skin is bronze, unlike the men in Shangjing who have thin skin and tender flesh, with profound features, sharp outlines, and eyes that are always fierce, unlike the gentle men in Shangjing.

Qi Cun is now even uglier than usual.

There are dark patches on Xuan Yi. I don’t know if they are the blood of pheasants.

There was some dirt on that wild face, which must have been rubbed against the tree.

Brows and eyes are rough, nose bridge is high, as if running back in a hurry, still panting heavily, looking at her straight in the eyes.

Qiao Yuan was wearing thick winter clothes and a fluffy cape, feeling cold.

Qi Cun only wore a layered layer, and the warm heat radiated out through the clothes, transpiring into white air.

The heat seemed to spread to Qiao Yuan.She looked at him carefully.

For the first time, Qiao Yuan discovered that Qi Cun's eyelashes were also very long, thick and dense, and if she put her hands on them, they might hurt.

Qi Cun stood in front of her tall and big, his eyes sparkling.

Like a hound that has caught prey, it desperately wants the praise of its master.

Qiao Yuan was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand, and brushed away the residual snow from his hair.

The ice is cold, and the warm fingers are still shivering when they touch it.

Qi Cun noticed it, took her hand off, put it to his mouth and exhaled.

With a smile on his brows and eyes, he was very happy: "Today I will take the spoon, and A Yuan will have a bowl of rice later, okay?"

Qiao Yuan's appetite has been bad these days, and she stops eating every time she moves her chopsticks. Qi Cun looks on, anxious and panicked, fearing that she won't be able to hold on until she reaches Gongzhou.

There seemed to be something across the heart, bringing a burst of itching.

Qiao Yuan felt hot behind his ears, and hummed softly.

The guards in the distance looked at each other, as if they couldn't stand it anymore, and turned their heads.

No wonder they haven't married a wife yet. It turns out they are not as cunning as the Marquis.

When they were at the border, there was a thick layer of snow outside, which would sink into one's legs whenever one stepped on it. The Marquis even took them on a winter hunt with great interest.

Hunting in this forest may be difficult for them, but it is just a piece of cake for Lord Hou. As for making himself so embarrassed.

They didn't believe it if it wasn't intentional.

The guards watched helplessly as the innocent lady held the Marquis' hand and blew air on the shallow white mark that was not even a wound. They also vaguely heard the delicate "Does it hurt?"

Everyone sighed deeply and learned.

At dinner, under Qi Cun's burning eyes, Qiao Yuan really ate a bowl full of rice.

Unexpectedly, Qi Cun’s cooking skills were pretty good. The pheasant meat was not cooked too badly, but it was quite tasty.

As soon as she put down her chopsticks, Qi Cun wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and happily praised her: "It's great."

Qiao Yuan's face turned red. He looked like he was dealing with a picky child.

(End of this chapter)