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

Chapter 82
Da Zhuang returned to his residence.

The farm paid the long-term workers good wages, and also assigned them additional accommodation.

Although they are in the same Zhuangzi, the residences of these long-term workers are naturally far away from the wife's yard, which is a row of ordinary low houses.

Zhao Yong was nestling in his bedding, and when he saw him come back, he yawned: "Da Zhuang, where have you been?"

He and Da Zhuang lived in the same room, and they slept on their own beds.

Da Zhuang's body paused, and he said nonchalantly, "Dinner ruined my stomach."

He felt that the food in the village was very good, with vegetables and meat, and the taste was good, much better than what he had eaten before.

Zhao Yong scratched his head, but didn't care.

There is a well in front of the house for the people in this area to get water.

There happened to be no one around at this time, so Da Zhuang fetched water and took a shower by the well.

He was born tall and burly, shirtless, carrying a bucket of water and pouring it over his head, the night could not hide his iron-like muscles, and the bronze-colored strong chest reflected the light of water.

The cold well water was poured on the skin, but the dryness in the body was not extinguished at all.

That jade face appeared again in my mind, with eyes closed, lips were bright red, the lips were plump and plump, stained with water color, looking at it, I wanted to put it in my mouth, and bite it a little bit.

The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, so an unknown scene happened in the pavilion.

Da Zhuang suddenly opened his eyes and slapped himself.

How could he do such a thing to his wife!

He is just a lowly long-term laborer, he can't make up five taels of silver, and he doesn't even have a stable residence. How dare he...how dare he think about the noble moon.

The appearance of a person like him is a blasphemy against the moon.

Da Zhuang closed his eyes and poured another bucket of well water from his head, trying to get all these dirty thoughts out of his mind.

Zhao Yong was in a daze when he saw Da Zhuang coming in, with wet hair hanging on his undulating back muscles, and he casually put on a pair of obscene trousers, and the big bag couldn't be covered when he moved.

Zhao Yong felt envious and jealous again. They were both men, so why was there such a big gap?

It was getting late, so Da Zhuang blew out the candle and got on the kang.

At this time, Zhao Yong became more energetic and chatted a lot. He heard that Mrs. Zhen Guogong came to the village today, and asked Da Zhuang if he had seen her before.

Da Zhuang didn't speak.

Fortunately, Zhao Yong was used to his temper and could continue talking alone.

"...I heard that Mrs. Zhen Guogong is a famous beauty, but it's a pity that Zhen Guogong went there at a young age."

Da Zhuang was silent.

Duke Zhen Guo was a well-known war god in Daji, and even if they had not been in Beijing before, they had heard about his death.

But at that time, Da Zhuang seemed to be listening to an irrelevant person, but now his heart was not so peaceful.

He thought of the lady he met today.

When most people see Qiao Yuan for the first time, they are only amazed by her beauty, and often ignore other things.

Da Zhuang looked at the top of his head quietly, thinking of the reddish corners of her eyes, the unnoticeable illness in her eyebrows, and her thin waist that could not be bent under her dress.

The heart seemed to be bound by a thin thread, and when it was slightly pulled, there was a thin and dense pain.

Over there, Zhao Yong continued to say: "... I heard that the people in the Duke of Zhen's mansion are not prosperous, and the little prince is not yet one year old. The wife of the Duke of Zhen guards such a large family fortune. In the eyes of those people , isn’t it just a greedy fat sheep?”

These days when he came to Beijing, he was used to talking with people, so he knew a little about these things.

Da Zhuang's eyelashes trembled.

Madam is so weak, like a delicate flower, she is only suitable to be held in the palm of someone's palm, nourished by gold soup and silver juice, how can she deal with those wolves, tigers and leopards.

Life in Zhuangzi was easier than Qiao Yuan imagined. She just embroidered purses, took walks, and passed the time.

There are also melons and fruits growing in the yard, and sometimes Qiao Yuan picks them by himself when he is in the mood, and washes them in clean water, which is also very pleasant.

Brothers and sisters Sun Yue and Sun Hui also visit the door sometimes, they are knowledgeable and interesting, what they say will not be offensive, and the time they stay is not long each time, Qiao Yuan will not find it annoying.

On this day, Sun Yue brought a plain-guan lotus cauldron to his house and asked Qiao Yuan to appreciate it.

Suguan Heding is a very rare variety of orchids. It is beautiful in shape, difficult to cultivate, and has a price but no market.

Qiao Yuan loves flowers, and her interest was indeed aroused.

The jade-white petals are stretched and graceful, a bit like lotus petals, with a red meridian in the middle, which looks more crystal clear under bright light.

The Suguan Lotus Cauldron was placed on the stone table, Qiao Yuan leaned slightly, and a faint fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

She appreciates flowers, others appreciate her.

The famous flower blossoms in the country and the two enjoy each other, and the king often looks at it with a smile.

In the past, Sun Yue didn't understand that he had seen many beauties, and when he heard of a stunning beauty, he often felt that it was nothing more than that.

He felt tired and couldn't imagine what kind of beauty it was that could attract the attention of kings who admired countless beauties.

Now I have seen it, even if there is such a beauty, even if she does nothing but just stands there, she will be a scene of her own.

The color is like spring dawn, the eyes are like brilliant flowers, only a jade bead is inserted in the cloud bun, and the shiny tassels hang down on the face, making the pink color shine.

Relying on Qiao Yuan not being able to see, Sun Yue stood behind her, his obscene eyes wandering wantonly.

Tsk tsk, this figure is not even comparable to that of the most romantic kiln girl.

It's a pity that the Marquis of Zhenbei died early. Such a lively beauty is not blessed to suffer.

Qiao Yuan frowned slightly, turned around, and faced Sun Yue, who looked as usual.

His eyes were warm: "how is it? This pot of plain crown and lotus tripod was originally in the hands of a rich man. I asked someone to make peace with him, and it took a lot of twists and turns to get it."

Qiao Yuan paused, then said, "That's right, it's indeed a treasure."

Sun Yue smiled slightly: "I also have a pot of Chunjianhuangmei at my place. It will be shipped from the south of the Yangtze River. It will arrive in three to five days. I would like to ask Madam to reward it by then."

Qiao Yuan declined: "I feel a little unwell recently, let's talk about it another day."

Sun Yue had some regrets on his face, but he no longer persisted: "Okay, madam, it's most important to take care of yourself."

His tone was the same as usual, and he picked a suitable scale, which made people feel cherished and not embarrassing.

Qiao Yuan looked at him probingly, but found nothing, but his interest in viewing the flowers was gone.

Sun Yue said goodbye with a wink.

Turning around, there was a hint of interest in his eyes.

He's still just a very wary little lamb, but that's what makes it more interesting.

Sun Yue imagined the scene of the beauty snuggling in his arms obediently, letting him play with him, and felt that the world was nothing but bliss.

He thought he was concealed, and his two faces were moving freely, but it didn't matter, all of this fell into a pair of wolf eyes in the distance.

In the evening, Qiao Yuan was having dinner, and someone said that Sun Yue went out to play in the city in the afternoon, but he accidentally fell off the horse, was covered in blood, and passed out on the spot.

It seems that the Spring Sword Emperor Plum will not be rewarded after all.

Qiao Yuan looked calm and waved to let people go down.

(End of this chapter)