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

Chapter 102 Jealous
Qiao Yuan feels that Da Zhuang's recent attitude is a bit strange.

For example, on this day, Zhuangzi invited a theatrical troupe to sing a new play that had recently become popular in Beijing.

It is about that after the male protagonist is forced to separate from the female protagonist, the ambitious female partner takes advantage of the fact that she looks similar to the female protagonist and takes advantage of the male protagonist when he is sad.

Fortunately, in the finale, everyone revealed the heroine's face, and the beautiful actress and the handsome young man were finally reunited, hugging each other and crying.

An old man sang beside him: "Marriage has been destined since ancient times. Even if villains interfere in the process, it will be just a dream after all."

Luxiu couldn't help nodding: "That's the reason. There are times when fate must be there, and it's better not to force it when there is no time."

Qiao Yuan has always been able to cry when reading a script, not to mention that everyone on the stage is good at singing and reciting, and the story is fascinating. After watching a scene, her eyes are red.

"That's right, this Miss Zhao is so hateful. Obviously Zhang Sheng and Miss Li are a perfect match."

Qiao Yuan wiped her tears and turned around, only to find that Da Zhuang was back.

He didn't know how long he stood behind, his face ashen.

Qiao Yuan was startled and complained: "Why didn't you make a sound when you came back? Why are you just standing here in a daze?"

Da Zhuang listened to the words coming from the stage, "The man is talented and the woman is beautiful. They are a match made in heaven. No one like you, with evil intentions, can match them." He chuckled.

"I see that Madam is fascinated by what she is looking at, so I don't want to disturb her."

Qiao Yuan always felt weird when he heard it, and looked at Da Zhuang's face, as if she was thinking too much.

Fortunately, Da Zhuang quickly returned to normal. He took out a handkerchief to wipe his wife's tears, paused with his fingers on the reddish corners of his eyes, and then left quickly.

What a match made in heaven, he just wants the one who comes after him to take precedence.

Just a dead person.

The two went back to the house.

Qiao Yuan didn't realize that Da Zhuang was becoming more and more unrestrained now. In the past, even if he stayed overnight, he would only come at night. Now, even in the clear day, he could enter the house with a calm face. Normally, if nothing happened, he would stay there for several hours.

Because there is a tradition of worshiping ancestors during the Bath Orchid Festival, Qi's mother went back to the countryside a few days ago. Now the government sent someone to urge Qiao Yuan to return home.

After all, she is a serious hostess, so it is unreasonable not to show up for such things.

Qiao Yuan didn't plan to stay in the palace for long. There were many people there and it was far less clean than the village.

Green sleeves pack their bags outside.

Qiao Yuan was arranging her makeup box and admiring her jewelry. She turned around and shook her hand at the man who had his head lowered and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Dazhuang, do you want to go back with me?"

After so long, his amnesia doesn't seem to be getting better at all. If he returns to a familiar environment, he might be able to recall some of it.

Da Zhuang was originally watching them pack their luggage, but suddenly he was slightly startled when his wife asked him.

"Ma'am, this is unreasonable."

Qiao Yuan picked out the jewelry she didn't like from the makeup box. She was very fond of the new and disliked the old. She had lost interest in the red coral bracelet that she had received from Zhenbao Pavilion a month ago.

She lowered her head and dug through the makeup box while comforting her: "Don't worry, no one dares to speak against you."

Da Zhuang watched his wife choose for a long time, and finally picked out a string of pearl necklaces inlaid with gold patterns. He gestured in front of the mirror. The delicate white and tender skin was more radiant than the lustrous pearls.

The light indoors was darker than outside. In the hazy light, the man was almost dazzled by the halo.

Da Zhuang raised the corners of his lips: "That's too disturbing."

The carriage stopped at the gate of Zhenguo Duke's Mansion. Qiao Yuan looked up at the familiar pair of stone lions, feeling dazed for a moment.Her last memory of this place was the heavy looks of the people around her.

When a funeral was held at the house, she accidentally caught a cold at night and moved to a secluded yard due to illness. Occasionally, she would dream about it at midnight, and the sharp sound of the suona could still come in through the gaps in the closed windows.

There was a hint of coolness on the back, and the next moment, a warm touch came from the fingertips.

Da Zhuang held her hand and asked with concern: "Madam, what's wrong with you?"

His eyebrows were deep and as familiar as ever.

Qiao Yuan raised her eyes and touched his face, suddenly feeling absurd that she didn't know what year it was.

When Da Zhuang saw that his wife was still looking at his face blankly, as if she had not recovered, he raised his arms to hug her.

The body of the beauty in his arms was trembling almost invisible, Da Zhuang's eyes were gloomy, but his face was still calm: "But I'm tired, I'll ask the coachman to enter the house like this."

Unlike other noble men who like to smoke all kinds of expensive incense on their clothes, he only has the refreshing scent of soap locust on his body.

Qiao Yuan's whole body was wrapped in this aura, her thin white fingers grasped the hem of his clothes, she lowered her eyes and said nothing.

Her crow eyelashes trembled slightly, her snow-skinned face was pale, and she lay quietly in his arms, letting the man hold her waist restrainingly, like a frightened bird.

Da Zhuang was not in a hurry, and gently followed the lady's back, placing gentle and intensive kisses on the smooth and tender face.

After a long while, the man in his arms moved his head. The little beauty felt that her face was a little painful from being kissed, and she must have blushed a lot. She wanted to be angry again, so she gave him a coquettish look.

After entering the house, Qiao Yuan was dragged by several housekeepers to listen to their reports on various matters in the house during this period, so she had to first have someone take Da Zhuang back to the main courtyard where they used to live.

The maid carefully raised her head to glance at this strange man wearing a mask.

Although he couldn't see his face, he was taller than the average man, with an erect figure and muscles that made his clothes bulge. He was obviously not the kind of frail scholar who lived in a romantic world.

The maid didn't dare to look any further, so she took the man and left.

Da Zhuang slowly crossed the threshold.

The Duke's mansion was prestigious, and the deceased Zhen Guogong seemed to have loved his wife very much and allowed her to do whatever she wanted.

The interior furnishings are gorgeous and luxurious, and the floor is covered with Persian carpets with complicated patterns.

There are rich people in Beijing who use this kind of expensive material, but the one in the house is obviously unusual. The strange thing is that the carpet is not made of several pieces of material, but a complete piece of material, which fits every corner and is completely natural.

When the master is away, the servants dare not slack off and clean up every day.

Da Zhuang swept through every part of the room, turned around, passed through the pear wood screen, and came to the inner room.

Compared with the gorgeous and dignified outer room, although the inner room is also luxurious, it is more secretive and charming, and there is still a faint fragrance floating in the room.

Da Zhuang only took a brief sniff and knew that this was Madam's favorite agarwood.

The house was both familiar and unfamiliar.

It's familiar because the room where Mrs. Zhuangzi lives is very similar to this one, and the style is roughly the same. What's unfamiliar is that this place obviously has a bit more of a different atmosphere.

I wonder if the Duke of Zhen left in a hurry, and then Qiao Yuan moved to another place. Although there was no man's belongings in this room at a glance, if you look closely, you can notice some signs that it has not been cleaned up.

For example, among the several glass cups on the small table was a simple wooden cup that obviously did not suit Qiao Yuan's preference, such as a man's belt protruding from a pile of dresses in the cabinet, or a military book on the small table.

Da Zhuang had a sullen face as he looked at this room that was full of possessiveness, intentionally or unintentionally.

Ghosts linger.

(End of this chapter)