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

Chapter 70 Longevity Map

A tall man dressed in black got out of the carriage, then turned around and helped a woman get out.

She has green fingers, a ruler wrapped around her waist, and the neck protruding from the azure round collar is as beautiful as the delicate lines of a lady painted by a royal painter.

The beauty slowly raised her head, her pale face so tender that it looked like she could squeeze out water.

Qiao Yuan got out of the carriage and shouted excitedly: "Jin Shu, I bought a lot of interesting things along the way, and put them behind, let someone get them."

The pampering look in her eyebrows was even more like before. One could tell at a glance that she was used to being held in the palm of someone's hand, and she had developed a coquettish and innocent look that didn't know anything about the world. It was not at all the weather-beaten appearance that Hong Yu had imagined.

Such a rough guy like the Marquis can actually take good care of his wife.

Jin Shu felt completely relieved and helped his wife to go inside while asking someone to get the things from the carriage.

"Everything is fine in the courtyard, and the young prince misses you too. Sometimes when he cries, no matter how much he is coaxed, I can't help it. I can cover him with one of your clothes and stop crying."

It's a pity that such a pair of parents will play together for ten days and a half months without going home, completely forgetting that there is a cub waiting to be fed at home.

The little beauty lowered her head in shame, held up her skirt and ran through the door, eager to see her sweet-smelling son.

It's all Qi Cun's fault, he took her away without saying a word, so she didn't even have time to say goodbye to Brother Ting.

Qiao Yuan was angry to himself, just about to scold Qi Cun next to him, but turned around but was wrong.

Looking back, the tall and big man was forgotten in place, and his aggrieved appearance looked like some kind of large dog.

Qiao Yuan coughed and waved to him.

Qi Cun finally moved over slowly, and said sourly: "Brother Ting eats and drinks, and a whole yard of maids circle around him alone, what the hell are you doing?"

He is a biological father and not a stepfather, so of course he had arranged everything before he left, and the only thing he had to do was confess this kid.

Qiao Yuan glared at him, it's not the same.

Qi Cun's brows and eyes darkened: "Brother Ting, good luck, you, my mother, are thinking about it, unlike when I was a child, I only had gruel and water, and when I could walk a little, I had to run around for the family's work."

The little beauty's eyelashes trembled slightly and she couldn't help but look at him.

She didn't know what Qi Cun was like when he was a child, but she had also heard that Zhenbei Hou was born in an obscure way and came from a peasant family. Is that how he came here?

In Qiao Yuan's mind, a scene of Qi Cun as a child, wearing patched clothes, sallow and emaciated, mowing grass tremblingly appeared in Qiao Yuan's mind.

If you don’t have enough to eat, you won’t have the energy to mow the grass. If you don’t mow enough grass, you won’t be able to fatten up your pigs. If you don’t have enough money, you won’t be able to sell them for much money.

No wonder sometimes she couldn't finish the meal, Qi Cun was very active and poured her leftovers into his own bowl, and it was delicious, no matter how many times she refused.

It must be that I was often hungry when I was a child, and now I don't want to waste food.

The little beauty's eyes softened, and she tugged at his sleeve: "It's nothing, it's all over, you now have me and Brother Ting, and the younger sister was also found a few days ago, our Hou family should be well."

Under the sunlight, her eyeballs showed a lighter glaze color, clear and juvenile, like a pool of flowing water, so magnificent that people can be sucked in at a glance, and can't be pulled out again.

Qi Cun couldn't help but squeeze her hand: "Okay, let's be good."

The trip to Gongzhou yielded unexpected results. Qi Cun sent Qiao Yuan in and rode into the palace.

The mighty servants surrounded Qiao Yuan and returned to the main courtyard.

Hot water has been prepared in the bathroom, and the petal balm is Madam's favorite.

After Qiao Yuan took a bath and changed clothes, she sat on the couch refreshingly.

The beauty had just finished taking a bath, and there was still some moisture on her snowy skin, and her pure white underwear couldn't hide her icy muscles and bones.

Standing behind his wife, Jin Shu wiped his black and thick hair, accidentally caught a glimpse of a red mark under the neckline, blushed and quickly looked away.

Brother Ting was carried over by the maid, biting his fingers, his black grape-like eyes were bright, and he looked at the pretty little beauty with tears in his eyes.

Xiao Zai Zai's hair is black and soft, and his small nose and mouth are ridiculously delicate, but he doesn't look feminine. People can tell at a glance that this is a beautiful male doll.

Qiao Yuan hugged Xiao Zai Zai guilty, and patted him on the back: "It's all Daddy's fault. When he comes back, we will condemn him together."

Brother Ting was stuffed into the soft embrace of his beautiful mother, his nose twitched, his eyes were red.

——The cute and lovely appearance, the success made the little beauty feel more guilty.

After finally coaxing Xiao Zai Zai, Qiao Yuan was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he remembered something, turned around and asked Jin Shu, "Miss Qi, I was in a hurry when I left, and I was about to arrange a pro-recognition banquet before I left, and it was delayed until today."

Jin Shu poured the hot tea and returned: "Miss Qi was picked up by the old lady a few days after Master Hou left with you. She said that mother and daughter had been separated for many years and lived closer. Let's cultivate their relationship. If there is no summons from the old lady, the slaves can't go over there, so I only know this."

Qiao Yuan nodded, at least her biological daughter had been lost for many years, and she only recognized her now, no matter how much she favored Qi Wei, she would not lose her biological daughter.

Suddenly there was a noise coming from outside.

"...Madam, please save our girl."

Inside the dark ancestral hall.

Qi Ling knelt numbly, the cold air from the ground passed through the futon and penetrated into her body, but she didn't seem to feel it.

After an unknown amount of time, the heavy door was opened with a creak, and a beam of light leaked in.

There was a sound of light footsteps, and the soft fragrance gradually spread.

Qi Ling hasn't had a drop of water since yesterday, and when he opened his mouth, his voice became hoarse: "I really don't know what's going on with that picture of longevity. It's clear that it was fine when I checked it before."

Qiao Yuan frowned lightly, she had already heard the story from the maid.

Ever since Qi Ling recognized his ancestors and became the younger sister of the Marquis of Zhenbei, he would sometimes attend some banquets.

Princess Deshu held a birthday banquet yesterday, and Qi Ling went there on behalf of the Zhenbeihou Mansion, presenting a Longevity Picture.

The longevity picture is not expensive in terms of value, but it requires a person to write 1 longevity characters and arrange them into a big longevity character, which requires a lot of time and energy from the pen holder.

Princess De Shu had never seen any gold and silver jewelry before. This sincere birthday gift really moved her. She was in a good mood and ordered someone to take a look on the spot.

Unexpectedly, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the silk was blank.

Princess Deshu's face was gloomy at the time, thinking that Qi Ling was playing tricks on her. Although she was concerned about the power of the Zhenbei Hou Mansion and said nothing, the people below would naturally look at their faces, and Qi Ling would be embarrassed a lot in the subsequent banquet. .

Qi Ling was so miserable that she couldn't tell. She wrote the picture of longevity one word at a time, and she carefully selected the silk, but the words on it suddenly disappeared overnight.

(End of this chapter)