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

Chapter 65
sunset under the eaves corner
Qiao Yuan is now under house arrest, and can't go anywhere except this yard.

When Chanjuan came in, she saw such a scene.

In the last ray of light, the beauty is sitting on the swing, her tender face pressed against the rope, and her little feet wearing embroidered shoes are tapping the ground out of boredom.

Even though her expression was wilted, it didn't cover up her beautiful face at all. No wonder the news said that the Marquis of Zhenbei outside was going crazy.

Chanjuan's eyes flickered, and she walked in step by step.

Qiao Yuan looked up lazily, she couldn't get out of the yard, Chanjuan was afraid that she would be bored, so she often came to play with her.

Zhang Mao didn't forbid her to come in. Qiao Yuan's mind flashed this idea, but was scattered by the swinging swing.

Chanjuan stood behind her and pushed the swing gently.

She also seemed to know that such a beauty made of colored glaze couldn't bear too much force. The strength of her hands was very light, and the height of the swing only rose a little, and then slowly fell back.

The little beauty is really easy to coax, so she has attracted attention, and her eyes are bright: "Sister Chan, please be taller."

Chanjuan's eyes softened and she applied a little more force, but it was still within control.

A figure flashed past the small door, but accidentally stepped on something and made a sound.

The two were startled.

Qiao Yuan stepped on the ground and the swing stopped, hesitatingly said: "...who is that?"

Chanjuan was shocked and doubtful, with an imperceptible disgust flashing in her eyes: "He is the personal servant of the eldest son Zhang Li. The eldest son is a lustful person and likes beautiful women the most. I am afraid he is eyeing this place."

Except for that one time, Qiao Yuan never left the yard again, and even that time she avoided people. How could Zhang Li have seen her before, and he was afraid that someone said something in front of him, which made him want to lust after her.

Chanjuan looked at her with pity.

Qiao Yuan lowered her head, her black hair sticking to her snow-white cheeks, and her white jade-like fingers grasping the rope, which made her look more and more delicate. Her delicate skirt was spread on the wooden board, and it was astonishingly beautiful.

The wild beast is not around, and the delicate flowers high above are still in the greenhouse, releasing their fragrance according to instinct.

Unexpectedly, without that layer of protective film, the soft petals are no longer contained tightly, and the leaked scent unknowingly attracts coveted insects and rats.

The beauty lowered her head and couldn't see her expression clearly. She must be very scared. Are her bright eyes filled with tears at this time?
Chanjuan couldn't help but put her hand on hers: "Don't be afraid, I will sleep with you tonight."

When Chanjuan said sleeping with her, she didn't mean that the two of them slept on the same bed, but that they slept in a small cubicle, separated from the inner room by only a bead curtain, so that she could hear any movement in the inner room.

Thick black hair is spread on the brocade quilt, thin and soft, with warm and shiny tentacles. At a glance, you can tell that it took countless gold and silver to develop her appearance.

Chanjuan carefully touched her hair: "This Zhang Li does all kinds of evil on weekdays, but he has a father who is an assistant leader and is tyrannical in Gongzhou. The people are really angry but dare not speak out."

She didn't hesitate to say that the person she said was her cousin, and the disgust in her words was almost full.

The beauty sank into the soft quilt, half of her snow-white cheeks faintly exposed, and said in a small voice: "I heard that the second prince is also in Gongzhou. He has a good reputation. Why is no one going to complain?"

Second prince?
A sarcasm flashed in Shi Hui's eyes: "...It's just raccoon dogs."

Qiao Yuan raised his head slightly, and was about to ask her why she said that.

Shi Hui met her pure and innocent water eyes, and suddenly stopped when she reached her mouth.

She suddenly understood why Zhenbeihou didn't want his wife to get in touch with these things, and wished to build a warm greenhouse, transplant this delicate flower in, and never come out.

The filth is as sticky as a shady curtain, which is very rare.

Some people are eager to tarnish the pure white, but some people hope that the pure white will be flawless forever.

Chanjuan has been in the dark for a long time, she should have cultivated a heart of stone, but at this moment she can't be ruthless.

Qiao Yuan tilted his head, apparently still waiting for her answer.

Chanjuan suddenly pinched her face: "Anyway, they are not good people at all. If they come to you, ignore them."

The little beauty's skin was delicate, and her little strength left a trace of red marks.

She still didn't know what would happen tonight. Qiao Yuan covered her face that was red from being pinched and responded with a dull voice.

Dealing with smart people is easy, so Qiao Yuan was never afraid of what Zhang Zuo would do to her, but according to Shi Hui, that Zhang Li was obviously not a smart person, thinking with his lower body, he couldn't guarantee that he would really do something.

There is nothing unusual about this Chanjuan these days, but when people are under the eaves, it is best to guard against her.

Qiao Yuan has been keeping a hairpin in her sleeves for the past few days, always ready. As a weak woman, this is the best way to defend herself.

Chanjuan saw her worry and touched her head: "I'm right next door. If you need anything, just call me."

In the dead of night, there was a slight noise from the window.

Sleeping Beauty's eyelids moved, and she slowly stretched her hand under the pillow. Before she could pull it out, she was suddenly pressed down by someone.

Qiao Yuan opened her mouth to call someone, but a pair of big hands stretched out to cover her lips.

She murmured twice, but the next moment she heard fiery breath spraying on the back of her neck.

……

In the dead of night, there was a slight noise from the window.

Sleeping Beauty's eyelids moved, and she slowly stretched her hand under the pillow. Before she could pull it out, she was suddenly pressed down by someone.

Qiao Yuan opened her mouth to call someone, but a pair of big hands stretched out to cover her lips.

She murmured twice, but the next moment she heard fiery breath spraying on the back of her neck.

"Daughter-in-law, it's me."

The voice was hoarse and outrageous, beating on the beauty's heart dullly.

The wild beast just took a nap, and the treasure it guarded disappeared, and the wildness that had been suppressed for many years was about to burst out of the iron cage that was restrained.

For a moment, Qi Cun didn't want to kill the thief who stole with his own hands, but he hated himself even more.

Why involve Qiao Yuan, why not send more people, why let her go back alone?

Even if Qiao Yuan beat him and scolded him, he should have kept her in a stern manner.

The delicate wife has no ability to resist the outside world, and even thorn grass can scratch her delicate snow skin.

Qi Cun thought about what kind of bad words Qiao Yuan would have received during the past few days when he was missing, and maybe even punches and kicks, and he felt like there was a sword in his heart.

She is so delicate that she won't eat food if it doesn't suit her appetite. Rough clothes can make her skin red. People who speak louder will be frightened to tears. Qi Cun can hardly imagine how the delicate flowers will wither.

Now holding the lost and recovered treasure, Qi Cun's heart that seemed to have stopped suddenly for the past few days revived violently, almost jumping out of his chest, like beating a drum in this silent night.

There are calluses on the palms of the hands, which makes the delicate lips hurt.

Qiao Yuan turned around and saw a familiar face. Her nose felt sore and she threw herself into his thick arms.

Qi Cun held her face in his hands, looked at the watery color in those eyes, which were as beautiful as crystals under the moonlight, and looked at the red mark on her lips imprinted by his fingers, it was boundless and charming.

Zhenbei Hou, who doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, doesn't believe in Buddhism, hugged this soft body, and squeezed out a thought in his mind.

Thank God.

Qiao Yuan was still the domineering, lively and outrageously spoiled Qiao Yuan.

　Chapter 65 is under review again and is expected to be completed

　　I just wrote a little intimate scene
　　
　
(End of this chapter)