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

This is Chapter 50. The original Chapter 49 was banned and is waiting to be lifted.
Qi Cun was about to make a move again, but he knew that Qiao Yuan might drive him to sleep on the roadside at night, so he had to bear it down.

For this trip, Qi Cun didn't arrange a maid for selfish reasons, so everything about Qiao Yuan was arranged by him.

Qiao Yuan was well-clothed and well-fed since she was a child. When her father was sent to Suzhou, she also had maids to take care of her daily necessities. The cumbersome clothes she wore every day were twists and turns.

This trip, I thought it was just for fun, and the clothes I brought were mostly gorgeous dresses, so even though I was so angry that I wished to drive out Qi Cun, who was full of expressions in the corners of his eyes and brows, Qiao Yuan could only let him serve here with.

It is customary to take medicine on the body, and feel some kind of soreness, Qiao Yuan is ashamed and angry.

She asked how Qi Cun could take her to a hot spring for no reason. It turned out that he had no good intentions for a long time.

He must have known about the wind outlet in the flower field, and he was just waiting for Qiao Yuan to get scared and call him.

At that time, the fashion was quite decent, but now that Qiao Yuan came to his senses, what else did he not know, he was really a wolf in sheep's clothing, harboring evil intentions.

How could there be such a brazen person in the world! ?

Even on the way, his head was full of crooked ways, and he spent all day trying to trick her.

Qiao Yuan ate breakfast angrily, thinking about how to win back the victory under him.

The guard asked outside the tent whether to go on the road.

While Qiao Yuan was sleeping soundly, Qi Cun had already ordered the guards to pack up his luggage.

When Qiao Yuan finished breakfast, Qi Cun was about to pick up Qiao Yuan and carry her back to the carriage.

Qiao Yuan glared at him fiercely, and was now being carried back. Many guards saw her, and she didn't know how to be laughed at.

But now he can't walk on his own, even though he is taking medicine, it is still very inconvenient, so he has no choice but to follow him.

When she got out of the tent, she buried her head in Qi Cun's arms, not daring to look up at the expressions of the guards around her.

In fact, she was overthinking. Everyone knew that Qi Cun's possessiveness was so strong that they dared not pluck the hair on the tiger's head. When they saw him coming out with his wife in his arms, they lowered their heads and dared not look this way at all.

Qi Cun maliciously didn't tell Qiao Yuan, enjoying her clinging to him like a vine clinging to a big tree.

The morning breeze blows on the body, which makes people feel refreshed.

After getting into the carriage, the little beauty immediately turned her face, climbed onto the embroidered couch, and stayed away from him.

Qi Cun was amused by her innocence. The carriage was so big, where else could she hide, and the end result would be to return to his arms.

But now Qiao Yuan had a pretty face and seemed to be still angry. Qi Cun didn't dare to recruit her, so he had to withdraw first.

"Ahem, I'll go see if there's anything else to pack."

Qiao Yuan pursed his lips and ignored him.

She thought that she could let Qi Cun know how angry she was with her stern face and bad attitude. She thought about it, but now that she was on the road, in the wilderness, she couldn't think of a bad idea to deal with Qi Cun.

Little did they know that the little beauty had her crow's eyelashes hanging down, casting a shadow over her eyes, as if she had been bullied, but she didn't know how to fight back, so she could only curl up in a corner and lick her prey in the wound.

The red lips were plumper than usual, and there were traces of the raging storm.

All this fell into the man's eyes, and his blood boiled almost at a glance.

Qi Cun slowly exhaled a breath, fearing that he would do something to make Qiao Yuan even more angry, so he quickly got out of the carriage.

In fact, the campground has almost been tidied up. Qi Cun almost didn't sleep all night. He only slept with Qiao Yuan for a while before getting up at dawn, so everything had been arranged long ago.

Qiao Yuan stayed in the carriage, her body ached and she was even more upset.

Couldn't Qi Cun see that she was angry, so he just left her here?

Shouldn't you coax her?Sure enough, the world is as black as crows.

Qiao Yuan had forgotten that she had solemnly warned herself that she and Qi Cun should treat each other as guests.

Qiao Yuan walked step by step into the cage that Qi Cun had set up, stepped into the quagmire step by step, and got stuck in it, unable to break free.

She burst into tears of grievance, secretly feeling sad, and suddenly felt someone pulling her hair.

I don't know when Qi Cun came back again, with black hair and black eyes, a handsome face, and dew on his clothes.

Qiao Yuan was stunned, feeling his head move, and something got stuck in it.

The rich floral fragrance lingers on the nose.

Qi Cun took a step back, took out a small bronze mirror, and held it in front of her.

"Does it look good?"

A beautiful face appeared in the bronze mirror, with hibiscus like face and willow like eyebrows.

Without a maid to comb Qiao Yuan's hair, she naturally couldn't do it herself, so Qi Cun took care of her hair during this time.

Fortunately, he had watched many maids combing Qiao Yuan's hair, and he had practiced combing it with his own hair, and he actually did it well.

Qiao Yuan's hair was thick and thick, so he pulled part of his hair into a simple bun.

The rest of the hair hangs naturally on the back, black and smooth, Qi Cun always wants to touch it unconsciously.

When lying on the bed, her hair was spread out on the quilt, always showing a different kind of charm.

Now, there is no jewelry in the black cloud hairpin, only a delicate and charming begonia.

Qiao Yuan raised her hand to touch it in a daze, and the delicate petals kissed her fingers lightly.

Qi Cun hugged her gently, resting his forehead against his, his dark eyes deep.

The lips were too close, and Qiao Yuan felt that when he spoke, he opened and closed his lips, brushing her lips vaguely.

"Don't be angry, okay?"

The voice is the deep one she is familiar with, especially at certain times, it is too hoarse to hear.

Such a voice should have been commanding thousands of troops on the battlefield, scolding Fang Qiu.

Now it is deliberately darkened, trying to cover up the aggression in it. In the quiet carriage, all sounds are isolated.

The ferocious beast restrained his aggression and coaxed his angry wife.

As the carriage moved forward, Gongzhou was getting closer.

Gongzhou is a corner of the Daji territory and has never been taken seriously. If an official is sent here to serve as an official, it is generally considered to be a leftist move.

If the disaster relief incident hadn't been too loud this time, the Holy Majesty would not have set his sights here.

After a month of traveling, the carriage will finally reach Gongzhou in three days.

In the evening of this day, no one could find accommodation, so the convoy set up a tent for the night as usual.

When the guard came to inform that the food was ready, Qi Cun was braiding Amy's wife.

Under the candlelight, Qiao Yuan sat on the couch, with his head down, turning a handkerchief in boredom.

She slept in the carriage all day today, her bun was loose, and a few strands of hair hung down in her ears.

The dim yellow light spreads on the beautiful face, adding a jade-like brilliance.

Beauty is like a flower across the clouds.

Qi Cun stood behind her, skillful, obviously used to this kind of thing.

The green hair in my hand is warm and smooth, with a faint fragrance.

(End of this chapter)