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

Chapter 94 Mrs. Zhou

Da Zhuang's eyes darkened, and for a moment he raised his eyes to look at the little beauty: "I really can't suppress the gratitude in my heart. I have offended Madam and apologize to you."

He lowered his head, restrained the sharpness between his brows, and looked no different from the previous Da Zhuang again.

Qiao Yuan looked at him suspiciously, and snorted: "Repay your kindness and repay your kindness, why take off my clothes?"

Da Zhuang said innocently: "Madam, I just want to help you change your clothes."

He glanced at the wooden frame aside. Qiao Yuan followed his gaze and saw the clothes she was going to wear today on it.

Did she misunderstand?

Qiao Yuan's cheeks heated up, and she held back a sentence for a long time: "This is not what you have to do."

Although I don’t know how many times Qi Cun helped me put on clothes before, the big Zhuang in front of me had no memory of before. Qiao Yuan always felt a little shy under such eyes.

The corners of Da Zhuang's raised lips slowly lowered.

He can eat at the same table with his wife, and share a room with his wife, but frankly speaking, only the closest men and women in the world can do this kind of thing.

As a servant, he was naturally not qualified to see his wife's icy and pure body.

It was Sun Yue's obstruction before that caused the accident between him and his wife at the waterside pavilion. He should have abided by his duty and just tasted the beauty slowly for the rest of his life, but he dared to think about more.

Qiao Yuan grabbed the clothes at the side, glanced at his calm face from the corner of the eye, but felt uneasy for some reason.

The sky, which seems to be covered by thick clouds, looks calm, but it is not known when strong winds and rain will fall.

After a long while, she comforted her: "I don't have much hard work here, just do your new job."

The innocent little beauty can't even understand the nasty words of men, making people want to lie on the couch, whisper nonsense in her ear, and admire Fenxia's white jade-like cheeks.

Qi Cun saw that she was holding her clothes still, looked at him with a blushing face, and turned around wisely.

As soon as he stepped out of the screen, the man's eyes changed.

He is truly a despicable person.

The kind lady offered him a chance, but he only thought of revenge.

If an ordinary servant is not qualified to care about the high-ranking Duke's wife, then he will keep climbing up.

One day, he will hold this bright moon firmly in his hands.

Qiao Yuan changed her clothes and came out and found that Da Zhuang had left.

He seems to be very busy these days, and he finally found some free time when he came back.

He didn't think it was troublesome, he could only stay for a while, most of the time was spent watching the beauties sleep.

Qiao Yuan doesn't understand government affairs, but Qi Cun has trustworthy people under his command, and even if he loses his memory, he won't be easily fooled, so Qiao Yuan is very relieved about his situation.

After having breakfast with her son, Qiao Yuan tidied up and went to the east of the city to find Qiao's mother.

Ever since Father Qiao signed the divorce agreement, Mother Qiao moved out of Jingshui Nunnery and bought a house in the east of the city as a place to stay.

Because I just moved in, I could still see servants moving in and out of the house.

Compared with her gloomy appearance before, Mother Qiao has indeed changed a lot now. The most intuitive thing is the lightness in the corners of her eyes and brows, as if she had let go of a major event.

She always had a dignified appearance, but now that she is troubled, she looks several years younger.

"I should have made a decision long ago. I wasted so many happy days in vain." Mother Qiao sighed.

Now when she recalls her days in Qiao Mansion, it feels like a dream.

Taking care of the food, housing and transportation of the big family, every day when you open your eyes, the servants who report have never stopped, and you have to deal with the disputes caused by the jealousy of the aunts, and discipline the sons and daughters.

Now she is no longer the mistress of a big family. Mother Qiao has abundant private property and is not short of money. In addition, she has a daughter of the Duke's wife, so no one dares to be rude to her.

Qiao Yuan took a sip of tea and chuckled lightly: "It's not too late now."

The mother and daughter chatted for a while and then began to discuss with great interest how to decorate the house.

Just as he was talking, the servants came to report that Mrs. Zhou and her son had arrived.

Seeing that Qiao Yuan was a little confused, Qiao's mother explained: "It's a distant relative. Her son is going to attend the Autumn Festival. The two of them have no place to live in Shangjing, so they will stay here for a while."

Qiao's mother has a good temper, and she didn't look down on these relatives who came to join her. Anyway, the house is big, so it's okay to borrow it.

Qiao Yuan understood.

After a while, a woman in her forties or fifties came in, holding a porcelain jar in her hand. Mrs. Zhou had a smile on her face.

"I'm really sorry for bothering you for so long. These are dried fruits made by myself. They are not as good as what my wife usually eats. I just try to make them fresh. I hope you don't dislike them."

Qiao Yuan raised her eyes slightly and saw a young man in his twenties following behind her. He was wearing a navy blue robe, with a slender figure, handsome eyebrows and a strong scholarly spirit.

As soon as Zhou Lian entered the room, he saw an unknown girl inside. He didn't look around. He just lowered his head and opened the porcelain jar. The maid took some out and put it on the plate.

The dried fruit was shiny and shiny, with white sugar stains sprinkled on top. Mother Qiao asked someone to take some out, twisted one and put it in her mouth, a little pleasantly surprised.

"I always feel tired of eating these things on weekdays. The sweet and sour dried fruit you made is to my liking."

Mrs. Zhou's expression relaxed, and the smile on her face became wider, and then she looked at Qiao Yuan.

As soon as she came in, she noticed the girl next to Mother Qiao, who was too eye-catching. She was wearing a lotus-colored brocade skirt with a water-tangled pleat on the outside. Her fingers resting on the small ebony table were as tender as jade.

Mrs. Zhou subconsciously felt displeased. It was not a good thing for a woman to be too beautiful. She could easily seduce her husband and indulge in bed affairs, and her homework would be wasted.

She thought about it in a circle, and said calmly: "I think this is Mrs. Guogong. I saw that she was a beauty when I was young, and she is even more beautiful now."

Although Qiao Yuan was a junior, she didn't dare to touch Qiao Yuan because of her status. She smiled brightly and said that she had hugged Qiao Yuan when she was a child. After that, she seemed to remember something and called Zhou Lian to come forward.

Zhou Lian was originally standing with downcast eyes, but now he was called on, so he had no choice but to stand up, "I have met Mrs. Zhen Guogong."

He raised his head and glanced at Qiao Yuan, seeing that her eyes were clear, as if reflecting the flowers outside the window, he quickly lowered his head again.

This way people don't feel offensive. Although his dress is not luxurious, he is clean and decent, and his temperament is outstanding.

Qiao Yuan nodded politely, and the blood pigeon jewels on her bun dangled in her ears, making her look more and more beautiful: "Mrs. Zhou came from a long way, if there is anything inconsiderate below, just tell my mother."

As soon as she opened her mouth, Mrs. Zhou was startled again by the soft and light voice.

She is a person who has experienced it, and she knows nothing but the inferiority of those men. If she is attached to such a natural beauty, she must tease her every day and listen to her coquettishly begging for mercy in her ear.

Mrs. Zhou glanced at her son beside her without any trace, but she had a kind smile on her face.

(End of this chapter)