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

Chapter 75
Qiao Yuan tripped over him unpreparedly and fell on him, holding his strong chest with both hands to steady herself.

She was a little angry: "Qi Cun..."

Qi Cun moved his hands and feet and broke free of the silk cloth under Qiao Yuan's astonished gaze.

The little daughter-in-law was so weak that she could poke him down with one finger, so she felt that such a small thing could trap him.

The situation reversed in an instant.

Qi Cun lay lazily, holding her feet: "Did I not get enough of the lesson just now, let's do it again."

There were still people waiting outside. At this moment, my son didn't have enough time to do anything, so he let go reluctantly.

The restraint was released, and Qiao Yuan quickly climbed down on the bed with the tips of her ears red, fearing that she would be dragged back again if she took a step slower.

Qi Cun looked at her like she was avoiding a scourge, and couldn't help but chuckle: "Daughter-in-law, your hair is messed up."

Qiao Yuan paused, and stroked his hair in doubt.

He looked confused and confused, as if he was being lured forward, but he had been deceived too many times before, and now he didn't dare to believe it completely, so he could only tentatively poke his head out.

Qi Cun waved: "Come here quickly, I'll help you sort it out."

Qiao Yuan is very particular and does not allow himself to appear in front of outsiders with a disheveled appearance.

Qiao Yuan looked at him hesitantly for a while, then slowly moved back.

Qi Cun sat on the edge of the couch with a golden knife, and stretched out his hands in a leisurely manner until he completely embraced the fragrant and soft little daughter-in-law in his arms.

Qiao Yuan looks thin, but she is actually soft when held in her arms. Her face is white and tender, like a fragrant and delicate pastry. Holding her makes you want to take a bite.

He is ignorant, obviously protected in the greenhouse, and has no experience in the world, but he has an unconscious allure.

The little beauty was simply perfectly fabricated based on his preferences. Every time Qi Cun looked at her, he would wonder how there could be someone so in line with his heart in the world.

Like a trap with honey, Qi Cun walked cautiously, fearing that it was a joke played by God on him, and that God would suddenly react and take back everything in front of him.

Qi Cun buried himself next to her neck, covered his red eyes, and took a deep breath viciously.

The hot breath he exhaled hit his ears, slowly dyeing the snowy skin red.

Qiao Yuan felt a little itchy and couldn't help pushing his shoulder.

Qi Cun came back to his senses, closed his eyes, opened them again and returned to normal.

Qiao Yuan looked up at him, her jade muscles taut, and she was waiting to be served with peace of mind.

Qi Cun pinned the broken hair from her sideburns behind her ears, and helped the hairpin on her bun, and tidied it up for her slowly.

By the time the two of them finished packing, Qi Ling was already waiting in the flower hall.

Her dress today is very refreshing.

Her hair is all pulled up, there is no jewelry on her hair, her clothes are simple, her cuffs and trouser legs are tied up, she looks neat and tidy.

Qi Ling raised her lips and smiled when she saw her beautiful sister-in-law.

There was a vague hint of Qiao Yuan's youthful spirit when he first met her, but she seemed to have matured a lot, and her features had calmed down.

When Qi Ling saw them coming, she stood up and saluted. It was not a body-blessing salute, but a cup of her hands: "Brother, sister-in-law."

The beauty was amused, her eyebrows and eyes curved.

Qi Ling didn't hesitate and directly stated her intention: "Brother, sister-in-law, I'm here to say goodbye."

Qiao Yuan was surprised: "Where are you going?"

Qi Ling explained: "In the next few days, there will be a escort team going to Lizhou. Among them are friends I have met before. I asked them to take me with them."

She smiled heartily: "After being a lady of the family these days, I think I still can't adapt to this kind of life."

The transformation from a wild girl to the younger sister of Zhenbei Hou will shock anyone who hears this.

Qi Ling now jumped out and looked back on this experience with many emotions.

A noble girl has a lot of etiquette, including how she walks and laughs. Qi Ling used to pretend to be a man and run around outside, but gradually developed a temperament that doesn't like restraint.

There are all kinds of banquets, and all kinds of socializing during New Years and holidays. Just remembering those interpersonal relationships is a headache. You have to prepare gifts according to your status and preferences, without making any mistakes.

Especially after experiencing Wang's cold treatment, Qi Ling grew up and understood that in life, you should not live for other people's opinions, you are the most important.

She wanted to see other scenery and truly take control of her own destiny, instead of waiting until the right age to marry a well-matched husband, raise a husband and raise children, and live out her life.

Qi Cun has done a lot of unruly things himself, and he doesn't have to restrict others with rules.

Whatever choice Qi Ling made, he didn't interfere, or rather he didn't care.

In fact, it can be said to be extremely cool.

Except for Qiao Yuan, he doesn't want to be responsible for anyone else's life, even if this person is his own sister.

He looked at the little beauty sitting on the armchair.

Outside the railing is a clump of crabapple, and in spring, a tree is pink and white.

A thin branch with a flower bud poked out from the hollow pattern and hung weakly beside her.

Qi Cun leaned forward, picked one off, and tucked it behind her ear.

Qi Ling, who was about to leave, saw the hems of their clothes intertwined. The skirts were delicate and charming, while Xuan Yi was silent and restrained, locking in the scenery silently.

It seems as if they are forever inseparable, always red-hot.

Although Qiao Yuan didn't seem to be affected by falling into the water, Qi Cun still forced her to rest on the couch for a few days.

Her body is weak and she can't see anything now. When she gets older, all kinds of minor problems and injuries will appear. Then she will cry and blame him for neglecting her when he was young.

It wasn't until the spring banquet was held in the palace that Qiao Yuan got rid of all kinds of tonics.

Shangjing pays attention to elegance, and the custom of spring banquet has a long history, enjoying the spring scenery and stepping on the spring mountains. At the same time, because spring is the beginning of the four seasons, it also has the meaning of inspiration.

There are skilled craftsmen gathered in the palace, and all kinds of famous flowers and rare plants are competing to bloom, which are eye-catching.

The monarch and ministers are in harmony, talking and laughing.

No one expected that the emperor would suddenly propose that the Marquis of Zhenbei should also serve as counselor for political affairs.

In Daji's political structure, military power and administrative power do not interfere with each other.

The position of being a political adviser is the same as that of the deputy prime minister, which belongs to the administration.

The Marquis of Zhenbei is now at the pinnacle of military affairs. He does not have to hand over his military power. He can mobilize all the troops and horses in the world. If he also serves as a counselor in political affairs, he can be said to have all the military and political power with one hand.

The flowers are blooming, and the fire is cooking oil.

This is the real Jane in the emperor's heart, under one person, above ten thousand people.

Qi Cun looked calm and calmly stepped forward to thank him.

All the officials in the hall had different expressions.

Wonder, envy, jealousy, fear.

Qiao Yuan sat on her seat and looked up.

The emperor who was above the rank had a majestic aura, but he could not hide the old look in his gestures. His increasingly thin body could no longer hold up the bright yellow dragon robe.

I heard that the emperor had caught a cold recently, and the smell of medicine lingered in the Qinzheng Hall all day long.

(End of this chapter)