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

Chapter 104
When she was in the steward's hall during the day, several stewards wanted to tell her everything that happened in the house during this period, so they wasted some time.

Qiao Yuan glanced at the brazier casually, as if it was burning a blanket or something like that, and didn't care.

The next moment, Da Zhuang held his face and turned her around, as if he couldn't stand her gaze staying on it for a moment.

She was a little confused: "Dazhuang, what's wrong with you?"

Da Zhuang looked at her seriously and said nothing.

When he was sullen and silent, his dark eyes always showed a bit of cold scrutiny. In the past, his subordinates were most afraid of seeing the Marquis like this, as it seemed to evoke the deepest fear in people's hearts.

Qiao Yuan didn't understand this, so she moved closer to him out of curiosity, and twirled the man's eyelashes with her delicate white fingers: "What's the matter, but someone made you angry?"

He looked like he was going to eat people, and those who didn't know it thought they saw his wife putting a colorful hat on him.

The man's eyelashes are not as long and soft as his daughter's, but thick, black and sharp, with distinct roots. A slight tingling sensation spreads from the delicate fingertips.

Da Zhuang twitched his lips: "Nothing, I just got possessed by the devil when I was taking a nap."

Death is like a lamp going out. He used to not believe in these ghosts and gods, and it was better to rely on himself to pray to gods and Buddhas, but now he felt a bit regretful.

If there really is a ghost, he should let that shameless bitch watch from the sidelines. Seeing him and his wife live a perfect life, no matter how much he gnashes his teeth with hatred, there is nothing he can do, but it is still a relief.

Thinking of the scene in the inner room at night, Da Zhuang closed his eyes. Suddenly he felt a heat on his lips and couldn't help but open his eyes.

Qiao Yuan's eyes wandered for a moment, and she slowly straightened up. The lipstick on the corner of her lips fainted with a moist red mark, which was ambiguous and delicate on her jade-white skin.

But she still looked innocent and beautiful, and said seriously: "Okay, I won't have any more nightmares in the future."

Da Zhuang looked at her blankly.

Qiao Yuan was so irritated by him that she was about to stand up. Unexpectedly, Da Zhuang put his arm around her waist. Qiao Yuan fell down on his lap and quickly supported his strong chest to steady herself. She was immediately hugged tightly again. .

Da Zhuang buried himself in the crook of her neck, saying nothing, and gently rubbed Qiao Yuan's snow-white and delicate cheek with the tip of his nose.

His face seemed to calm down, he just lowered his head and gently smelled her fragrance.

Qiao Yuan whispered about itchiness, the tips of her ears turned red, and she turned her head to avoid it. The next moment, she was chased towards him again.

Luxiu came back with his wife and went to get a box of snacks on the way. When he entered the door, he saw the trembling shadow of the clothes at the back of the closet. He lowered his head and snickered, and quickly exited.

It's sticky.

There are not many festival matters to say, the whole house knows Madam's temper, and the stewards dare not bother her with trivial matters, only come to ask for instructions when it comes to sacrificial matters.

Therefore, Qiao Yuan is not busy these days, and often leads Da Zhuang around the mansion, hoping secretly that he will think of something when he sees the familiar environment.

After a few days, the restoration of memory did not seem to have any effect. On the contrary, Da Zhuang's recent behavior became more and more strange, such as liking to fill the house with objects.

A new pastel-colored hollow porcelain vase was placed on the shelf, and the replaced colorful chicken bowl cup was placed aside, waiting to be taken out.

Qiao Yuan was a little confused: "What are you doing?" Da Zhuang said lightly: "These objects have been placed for too long. It's time to replace them with new ones." "

Qiao Yuan nodded as if she understood. Seeing that he was busy changing other items, she couldn't help but keep looking at him until Da Zhuang turned back in confusion before asking questions. "Why did you change your clothes today?"

Da Zhuang looked at his wife and suddenly asked, "Isn't this pretty?"

His tone was obscure, but Qiao Yuan didn't hear it, his eyes were shining brightly, and he twisted a bit before saying: "... nice."

In the past, the man's clothes were mostly calm black. He was tall and muscular, and the black clothes made him even more imposing, making people afraid to look directly at him.

Today, he suddenly changed into a sapphire blue robe. In addition to being calm, he was a little more chic, and he had the temperament of a handsome gentleman from the capital.

The little beauty's face turned red, and when she saw Da Zhuang staring at her, she couldn't help but look at him in embarrassment.

Da Zhuang observed her expression carefully, and didn't see any regretful and dazed emotions. His tense face relaxed almost invisibly, and he hugged his wife and kissed her.

After dinner, Qiao Yuan took Da Zhuang out for a walk in the yard as usual, but she got tired halfway through and saw no one around, so she coquettishly let Da Zhuang carry her on his back.

She exuded a faint fragrance and pressed softly against his back. At this moment, she really looked like a well-behaved and beautiful little beauty. She didn't show her usual troublesome temper at all. Da Zhuang tried his best to walk as smoothly as possible.

Qiao Yuan found a comfortable position on his back, rested her chin on his shoulder, and asked tentatively: "Dazhuang, what do you think of this house?"

As he spoke, the sweet breath spread on the side of his face.

Da Zhuang was silent for a moment, "Very good."

No matter how jealous he was of his wife's late husband, at least in terms of material things, the Duke of Zhen was blameless, and his wife's food and clothing were all meticulous. It could be said that she was nourished by gold soup and silver juice.

That's not what Qiao Yuan wanted to hear, so she pulled his hair dissatisfiedly: "Do you have any thoughts?"

For example, a place feels familiar.

Feelings?

Da Zhuang twitched the corners of his mouth, do you want him to say that Madam and your deceased husband really loved each other?
It's a pity that no matter how loving she is, the short-lived ghost still died long ago. Now he is holding his wife, and he is the latecomer. The short-lived ghost can only watch in tears in the underground hell.

Da Zhuang's face was calm, and no one could see the bad thoughts in his heart: "Madam, when was that small building in front of you built?"

His original intention was to change the subject, but he didn't want Qiao Yuan to listen to his words. He looked up and opened his beautiful lips slightly, but said nothing.

Although the emperor posthumously granted the title of Duke of Qicun Town, he did not grant him a new mansion. The current palace was expanded from the original marquis mansion, and the small building was naturally preserved.

Qiao Yuan's feelings for this small building are a bit complicated. On the one hand, when Qi Cun asked people to build this small building, everything was done according to her preferences. Now it has been completed, with carved beams and painted buildings, pearl curtains and emerald curtains, exquisite and gorgeous .

But she can't forget the strange and treacherous dream she once had. In the dream, she seemed to be an immortal puppet. That kind of sick and crazy emotion, even thinking about it now, Qiao Yuan's scalp tingles faintly .

Therefore, although the small building is very suitable for Qiao Yuan's preferences, she only comes here occasionally, especially after Qi Cun's accident, and she never came again.

When Da Zhuang saw Madam's startled expression, he didn't understand anything. He was afraid that Madam and her deceased husband would have some unforgettable memories here, and his heart suddenly became cold.

(End of this chapter)