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

Chapter 79
Qiao Yuan ignored his glib words, grabbed his arm, and approached him eagerly: "Are you really going to march south?"

Qi Cun has seen many appearances of these water eyes.

Happy, angry, coquettish, pampered...

And on the couch, when he was greatly stimulated, his water eyes widened slightly, his pupils were loose, covered with a layer of mist, and after a while, he condensed a beautiful appearance that fell down.

However, this was the first time he had seen her eyes filled with him so clearly.

It turned out to be such an ecstasy.

Qi Cun was stunned until Qiao Yuan pulled his sleeve and asked him again before he came back to his senses.

"Yuzhou is not too far away, I can come back in a month."

His expression was as relaxed as ever, as if it was just a trivial matter.

Even if outsiders heard it, no one would be able to say that he was arrogant. The title of Marquis of Zhenbei was earned through actual battles.

However, standing here was his little Jiaojiao, who had to be coaxed even if she scratched her skin. When she heard him say that she was going to fight, tears welled up in her eyes almost the next moment.

This made people feel distressed. He hugged his slender waist, put his face against his face, and the breath he exhaled blended together.

"Can you..." No.Qiao Yuan had just thought of this, and he knew it was impossible, so he was even more sad.

The beauty is weeping, which man can't bear to see it, especially when her seductive husband is present.

Qi Cun held her small face, the tip of his tongue rolled away the crystal clear teardrops, listening to her soft crying, his heart almost broke.

"Ayuan, don't worry. You can eat and drink as usual. When you get bored, go talk to your best friend. A month will pass quickly."

He kissed Qiao Yuan's face and said, "We will never be separated again."

It's all written like this in the storybook. The more he talks like this, the more likely he is to have an accident.The little beauty couldn't stop crying.

If there were outsiders here, they might say she was ignorant.

There is no husband who is about to go to war, and the wife is crying in front of her husband. Isn't this disturbing the morale of the army?

Qi Cun didn't think so, he hoped that Qiao Yuan would cry and laugh whenever he wanted in front of him.

If she secretly hides and cries in a place where he can't see, then he will be very distressed.

Two years ago, Qi Cun rushed to the border on the third day of his wedding. At that time, Qiao Yuan felt relieved and wished that he would leave quickly.

During this expedition two years later, the little beauty was extremely sad.

Seeing that she was crying uncontrollably, Qi Cun simply protected her waist with one hand, put his other hand through her knees, and hugged her like a child.

Qiao Yuan felt her body rise into the air, and subconsciously hugged his head, feeling him patting her back with a soft and gentle voice.

"Sweetie, don't cry, my husband will take you to see the lotus, okay?"

A few days ago, a pond of ink lotus was transplanted in the mansion, which can be regarded as a rare scene.

The beauty was buried in his neck, her face was hot, she didn't want to make him worry, so she gave a muffled hum.

The day of parting was approaching, and Qiao Yuan went to the temple to ask for a peace talisman for him.

A safe talisman is a triangular piece of paper. Qi Cun never believed in these things before, but it carries Qiao Yuan's heart, and in his opinion, it is worth a thousand gold.

Qi Cun's heart was about to soften into water, he hugged his beloved little daughter-in-law and kissed him several times.

Qiao Yuan blushed but didn't push away.

Relying on the soft-heartedness of his daughter-in-law, the dog man can let go these days, and every time he hangs out until the dark, the maid goes in to clean the bed, her face is so red that she is about to bleed.

In the dream, it is fragrant, so refreshing that the bones are almost crisp.

Fearing that Qiao Yuan would cry again when he saw it, Qi Cun sneaked away at night.

When Qiao Yuan woke up in the morning, she felt her hands were cold and her eyes were red again.

Letters from Yuzhou arrived one by one, in which they reported good news but not bad news, and only talked about small daily things and the customs and customs there.

Of course, a lot of frank and hot love stories are indispensable, such as always being disobedient, going back to let the little beauty take care of it, etc. Qiao Yuan would blush every time he saw it.

Qi Cun said he would only fight for a month, it would only be less but not more.

When news of the victory came, there was another sensation in Beijing.

Emperor Longyan was very happy, and ordered the army to return to Beijing.

No one expected that news would come from the army again at such a happy time.

On the way back to Beijing, Zhenbeihou was plotted against by Li Minyu, and fell off the cliff, whereabouts are unknown.

The cliff is so steep that it took the army three days to go down.

The impact of the cliff is so strong that if a person falls from the top, he will only be smashed to pieces. In addition, there are wild wolves underneath, so it is difficult to preserve the bones.

Dajun searched for seven days, but to no avail. In grief, he had no choice but to issue an obituary to Beijing.

The emperor was terrified, and proclaimed the Marquis of Zhenbei as the Duke of Zhenguo. The duke's mansion would not be reduced to a noble by hereditary, and he stopped court for three days. A piece of plain silk cloth was hung on the door of every household in Shangjing to express his condolences.

Three months later
Outside the upper capital, stood two men in coarse linen clothes.

The thinner man looked at the people coming and going at the gate of the city, and said with emotion: "As expected of Shangjing, this city gate is much more magnificent than our place, big and strong, don't you think?"

He bumped the taller man with his shoulder, seeking approval from his companion.

Shangjing is prosperous and welcomes a large number of foreigners to the city every year to make a living.

The passers-by heard this and knew that they were also such people. They were just a little surprised that the man was too tall.

Now that the weather is getting hotter, the man is wearing a brown jacket and a short coat, and his uncovered arm muscles are smooth, and it looks like it contains great strength.

Da Zhuang raised his head slightly, revealing his face under the straw hat.

The high nose, deep eyes, sharp outline, and a scar on the forehead make him look even more masculine.

Da Zhuang touched his chest, and the touch of paper came from his fingertips, which slowly calmed down his slightly fast heartbeat.

Since he woke up, he has no memory in his mind and only found this peace charm on his body.

Strange to say, every time I feel restless, I feel a sense of solidity when I touch it.

The thin man seemed a little dazed when he saw him, and didn't care about his indifference, so he hurriedly dragged him to line up at the gate of the city.

Da Zhuang appeared in their village one day.

At first, the villagers were frightened by the man lying at the end of the village, covered in blood. They thought he was dead. But when they bravely walked in, they discovered that there was still some breath.

Some kind-hearted people in the village thought it was a human life, so they called a few strong men to carry it back together.

This man was also strange. Seeing that he was covered in blood, he thought he had been seriously injured. When he opened his clothes, he saw that there were only a few scratches on his body, and he woke up the next day.

When I woke up, I had no memory except that my name was Da Zhuang.

The villagers saw that he was good at farming and cutting firewood. He was obviously a man who was used to the job. They felt relieved and thought he was just a poor man who had encountered misfortune.

When Da Zhuang was working, occasionally his eyes would unconsciously look in one direction.

The number of times was too many, he wondered himself, asked the villagers, and said that it was the direction of Shangjing.

Da Zhuang didn't know what was going on, but when he heard this place, his heart suddenly missed a beat.It was as if something in the dark was guiding him.

It happened that there was a young man in the village who wanted to go to Beijing to make a living. Knowing that he had inquired about Shangjing, he thought that the young and strong could take care of each other in the future, so he took the initiative to come to the door.

(End of this chapter)