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

Chapter 9
As soon as the army entered Beijing, the people lined up to welcome them, but consciously kept their distance. The scene was unfamiliar and embarrassing.

Qi Cun was sitting on the horse with a cold face. At this moment, something hit his cheek.

A flower that had just been picked from a branch slipped from his face and got stuck on the cold armor on his chest.

Qi Cun picked up the flower and looked in the direction. There was a beautiful girl standing by the window of a small building nearby.

Noticing his gaze, she didn't panic in the slightest, she propped her white jade-like fingers in front of the window, half of her body leaned out, her expression was delicate and innocent, and her tone was sweet.

"I heard that you beat Hu Nu to a pulp, which really made us feel bad."

The street was quiet for a moment, and then it started to boil, as if some kind of barrier had been broken.

Because Qiao Yuan took the lead, the people also started throwing things at the soldiers.

There were flowers, handkerchiefs, and even soldiers who were hit in the head by melons and fruits, causing a burst of good-natured laughter.

As the leader, Qi Cun was almost overwhelmed by gifts from all directions, but he kept wearing the original flower on his armor and did not take it off when he entered the palace.

His Majesty was very happy when he saw Qi Cun.

He laughed loudly at the people below and said, "Okay, okay, okay. Furong is decorated with pockets, and armor is worshiped by the king."

Back at the mansion, the housekeeper at the door looked at Qi Cun who had returned with a smile, and asked, "Does the Marquis have a woman he likes? Which girl gave you the Bingdi hibiscus, you must cherish it."

The steward was the general who led Qi Cun when he first joined the army. After he was injured and retired, Qi Cun took him to take charge of the affairs of the house.

Qi Cun paused and thought again of the delicate and innocent woman in Xiaolou.

Twist the hibiscus from the armor, under the heavy and cold armor, the hard heart is softer.

……

Due to the excessive riding today and the sunset in the past few days, my body was a little weak.

When Xiao Yuyu was washing Qiao Yuan, she saw the abnormal blush on her face and exclaimed: "Madam, why is your face so red?"

Onion slender fingers took the semi-wet veil and brushed it across the cheeks, the faint blush on the skin under the thin water mist made that face more beautiful.

The black hair behind him has long been scattered, and the waterfall-like black hair hangs down, gently covering the round shoulders.

After touching the cool veil, Qiao Yuan realized that her face was indeed a little warm.

Qiao Yuan let out a warm breath: "Yaomo hit the wind today while riding a horse."

Xiaoyu took the veil, lowered her head and cleaned it, then returned: "Master Hou is too rough, he only cares about riding a horse and having fun, regardless of whether your body can bear it or not. A few days ago, Madam fell into the water and she was not fully recovered. How can you bear this? Slaves go The small kitchen will cook a bowl of ginger soup for you to dispel the cold."

Qiao Yuan frowned slightly.

Half an hour later, Qiao Yuan drank the ginger soup, changed into her pajamas, and lowered the curtains.

Qiao Yuan became drowsy and fell asleep soon after.

She had another dream.

The dream this time was longer than the last time when she fell into the water. The last dream passed in front of her like a flying horse, and then fell into a vast expanse of whiteness, quickly pulling her into the next scene.

She came to the backyard and saw an extremely luxurious small building with marble steps and glazed tiles that reflected the dazzling sunlight.

Qiao Yuan was wearing a vermilion flowing skirt, with an array of exquisitely shaped white jade and precious stones hanging all over the skirt, reflecting tiny pieces of light.

The skirt is complicated and delicate, and you can tell at a glance that even the most skillful embroiderer in Beijing has to spend a lot of time and effort.

It should be at some grand banquet that he would get up.

Qiao Yuan stood in front of the steps in a daze, came to her senses, and hurriedly ran to the main courtyard.

When she arrived at the main courtyard, she could not help but be taken aback when she saw the scene in front of her clearly.

The formerly bustling main courtyard was quiet, and there were still piles of fallen leaves in the courtyard.

The people below all know that Madam pays attention to arranging noodles, if Qiao Yuan sees the fallen leaves piled up like this, they will definitely reprimand them.

Qiao Yuan subconsciously looked for the lazy maid, but she turned around and saw no one.

The main courtyard of the Tangtang Town Beihou Mansion actually looks like a lifeless and empty courtyard.

Qiao Yuan froze on the spot, then turned around and walked towards the small building.

She was there as soon as she woke up. Could it be that Xiaolou has some secrets?
Several maidservants passed by on the road, passing straight through Qiao Yuan's body.

This feeling was very novel. Qiao Yuan felt that her body was very relaxed and she felt like she could fly even wearing such an inconvenient skirt.

She was about to walk forward when she suddenly heard the words of the servant girl behind her.

"Madam has been gone for less than three months, Lord Hou brought that one back and placed him in Baoyue Pavilion, looking like an eyeball."

"I heard that even the ground in Baoyue Pavilion is paved with white jade, and the night pearls are used as candles. It's a pity we can't go in and see."

They can't, but Qiao Yuan can.

Relying on the fact that no one could see her, she walked in the door swaggeringly.

The maids talked so extravagantly that Qiao Yuan thought there would be a lively scene of clothes rubbing against each other, but after walking for a long time, he didn't meet a single maid.

When Qiao Yuan came to the living room, a silhouette was reflected on the window.

She has a slender figure, a slender neck, and a flying fairy bun. There seems to be flowers in her hair, and the fragrance of flowers is wafting in the air.

This is a beauty raised with care, who is loved by thousands of people.

This silhouette alone arouses endless reverie.

Qiao Yuan was a little suffocated and felt sour in her heart for some reason.

My wife had only died less than three months ago, and before the mourning period passed, the newlyweds entered the house.

Qiao Yuan somehow didn't want to go through this door to see what the beauty looks like.

Anyway, she is definitely not as good-looking as her. Qiao Yuan is the most beautiful woman in Beijing. She doesn’t believe that Qi Cun can find the second one!

Qiao Yuan stood outside the door with unknown feelings and did not leave.

Not long after, she heard footsteps, and it turned out to be Qi Cun.

He seemed to have just come down from court. He was wearing a black court uniform, and he looked majestic, with muscles as strong as iron.

I don't know if it's because of the time difference, Qi Cun in the dream is deeper than in reality, exuding an aura of not getting close to strangers.

Qiao Yuan watched Qi Cun frown into a Sichuan character, but softened the moment he pushed the door and walked in, for fear of frightening his little Jiaojiao.

She is the only audience in this drama, the one who opens the door is her husband, and the person in the room is her husband's apex.

"They are probably a pair of hard-luck mandarin ducks. Qi Cun married me because of an imperial edict, and I dared not bring her back until I died."

Qiao Yuan connected the previous stories of the three of them based on the drawing book he read before going to bed.

In the room, Qi Cun's low voice could be heard, it was just something common, Mr. Zhou added a new boy, Mr. Li had a quarrel with his wife again, and so on.

Qiao Yuan heard him say: "During the court today, Mr. Sun wanted to invite me to drink flower wine, but I refused sternly, and even sent him a task. If I have time, I might as well do more." Facts."

His tone was proud, and he was asking for praise inside and outside his words.

Surprisingly, Qiao Yuan didn't hear the beauty's response after listening here for so long.

Maybe her voice is small.

Qiao Yuan had no doubts and looked at the silhouettes nestling together with a complicated mood.

Qiao Yuan slowly woke up, her forehead covered with fine sweat. She stared blankly at the begonia flowers embroidered with pearls and silver threads all over the gauze curtain, recalling the scene in her dream.

(End of this chapter)