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

Chapter 105 Visit the small building again
Qiao Yuan unconsciously buttoned the embroidery on his shoulders and whispered: "There is nothing to see here, let's go."

The more she said this, the depression rose in Da Zhuang's heart unconsciously, and he wanted to go in and take a look.

Qiao Yuan thought about it and didn't stop him.

The furnishings in the small building have not changed, everything is still the same as before. At this time, the maids have all fallen asleep, and it is very quiet inside.

At first, Qiao Yuan felt a little novel about revisiting her old place, but when the interest dissipated, she lazily leaned back on her strong shoulders.

Da Zhuang carried his wife on his back and walked step by step through the cloister and flower hall.

The shadows of the two people were cast on the wall by the weak candlelight, and their footsteps fell on the wooden steps, making a dull sound.

After going up to the second floor, Da Zhuang casually entered a room that looked the most gorgeous, and he heard Qiao Yuan muffledly introduce in his ear: "This is the living room."

Da Zhuang wanted to ask who Qiao Yuan lived with before, but as soon as the idea came up, he felt ridiculous.

Who else could it be.

I don't know if the maid was careless, but the window in the room was not closed tightly, and the wind came in through the gap, and Da Zhuang felt a little chill in his bones.

The furnishings in the room are even more luxurious. The soft smoked gauze curtain is light and transparent, and the huanghuali cabinet is simple and luxurious. The moonlight outside the window shines on the mahogany tables and chairs, and a layer of cold light is reflected from the corners, which is so sharp that it seems to be able to cut people.

The anger in Da Zhuang's heart became even stronger at this moment.

It was him who insisted on coming in, and now that he really saw it, his mood became more and more restless.

He looked at the tables and chairs in front of him, and couldn't help but wonder what his wife and her late husband had done here.

There was a soft couch under the window. Da Zhuang could imagine his wife sitting on it, leisurely eating cakes and reading a storybook. Occasionally, she could lie down on the window to rest when she was tired.

Madam didn't like to wear shoes indoors, so her white toes just stepped on the carpet, her clothes were slightly messy due to her movements, and her face was marked with a few red marks due to her sleeping position.

If the man comes back from outside at this time, the lady will be awakened by the sound of footsteps, and her watery eyes will still be filled with hazy moisture when she first opens her eyes. Before her consciousness is fully awake, she has been separated for only a few hours, and she loves her with all her heart and eyes. The dead man pressed eagerly on the windowsill.

Madam is so delicate, she must scream in pain at this time, but she has the strength of a little kitten, how can she break free from the confinement, and in the end she has to worry about people passing by outside the window, so she can only bite her fingers with tears in her eyes, barely holding on. Live breathless with moisture.

The window sills are carved with exquisite and hollow patterns, and the madam's snowy muscles are like white jade cakes. If she is pressed on it, the imprints left will take several days to disappear.

Da Zhuang knew that he was paralyzed again, and this suspicious feeling almost drove him crazy.

He stopped here for a long time, and Qiao Yuan asked softly: "What are you looking at?"

"This small building..." Da Zhuang murmured.

Qiao Yuan brought her face closer, "What?" Da Zhuang suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Madam.

Her hair is like clouds, her color is like spring flowers, and her lips are a natural rouge color. It looks like she has never suffered at all.

The innocent beauty is so suitable for such a golden house.

She doesn't need to do anything every day, she just needs to wait for the man to love her.

Qiao Yuan's hair was a little messy due to the wind outside. Da Zhuang helped her straighten it, and touched her soft cheek with his long fingers, "This house is very beautiful, very suitable for Madam."

His movements were very gentle, and his tone was steady, but Qiao Yuan was inexplicably thinking of that weird dream, and his heart felt terrified.

"Don't say such things."

She couldn't help but frown, feeling a little uneasy in her heart, "You've been acting weird lately."

Da Zhuang looked at Madam, his eyes were dark, and after a while, he smiled and said, "Okay, I won't say any more." Seeing that he seemed to want to go to other rooms, Qiao Yuan felt inexplicably dangerous and quickly stopped him: "There's nothing interesting to see. let's go."

After a long time, I heard the man let out a low hum.

The two of them walked back and passed by the dressing table. Qiao Yuan thought of something and quickly tugged on her thick sleeves.

As expected, Da Zhuang stopped, with doubtful eyes, and saw Qiao Yuan finding a Luosi golden phoenix hairpin from the makeup box.

Only when you take a closer look can you feel the astonishment of this phoenix hairpin.

The head of the hairpin is a golden phoenix bird. Its wings are as thin as cicada wings and seem to move automatically in the absence of wind. The golden phoenix is ​​already luxurious enough. What is more eye-catching about the whole hairpin is the huge pearl held in the phoenix's mouth. It is white, delicate and hidden. There is brilliance flowing.

The only flaw is that there are a few small scratches on the pearl.

Qiao Yuan fiddled with the hairpin a few times and touched some switch. The phoenix's beak suddenly opened and spit out beads.

The shiny beads fell on the white jade-like palm, and I couldn't tell which one was more elegant.

Qiao Yuan pushed the beads to Da Zhuang and said, "Have someone give it to the master of Zhenbao Pavilion to take a look. If you can fix it, just fix it."

If it were an ordinary person, that would be fine, but Da Zhuang knew that with his wife's picky temperament, no matter how good the treasure was, as long as it had flaws, it would definitely not be able to get into her eyes again.

Da Zhuang suppressed the thoughts in his heart, but his expression remained calm: "If it's broken, it's broken. I'll go back and find a better one."

There are better ones, but this phoenix hairpin was brought by Qi Cun when he came to Qiao Mansion to be employed, so it has some special meaning.

But no matter how big-hearted Qiao Yuan is, she still knows that she can't say this in front of Da Zhuang, who has no memory. Isn't this equivalent to giving her husband's things in front of her current husband? It's strange that she won't be stimulated.

She hesitated for a while, and only said that she really liked it, and it was a pity to abandon it.

I don't know how many precious jewels there are in the storeroom, but why do I have a special liking for a damaged hairpin ring.

Da Zhuang's eyes flashed with a hint of sinisterness, and he took the beads without saying anything.

The moment the two stepped out of the door, a touch of white powder fell from his sleeve and disappeared into the air.

After returning, the two fell asleep. In the next few days, Qiao Yuan was trapped by the tedious details of the festival and did not pay much attention to Da Zhuang.

The festival passed in an orderly manner, and it was time to finally enter the ancestral hall.

Da Zhuang rarely disappeared for a whole day. Qiao Yuan asked people to look for him and went to the ancestral hall first.

The ancestors of the Qi family were farmers, and they spent their lives digging in the fields, until Qi Cun, a lunatic, joined the army and made great achievements. The memorial tablets of the ancestors of the Qi family were also moved from the earthen temple to the spacious ancestral hall, where incense continued.

Qiao Yuan knelt down on the futon. She heard the sound of the door opening behind her and the footsteps gradually. She turned back and waved: "Da Zhuang, come here quickly."

Da Zhuang faced the light and couldn't see clearly the expression on his face. He knelt down on the futon beside her calmly.

He didn't ask why the Qi family's ancestral hall let him in, he just stared closely at the beauty beside him, his pupils were faint, and a faint light seemed to flash in the depths.

Qiao Yuan closed her eyes and didn't notice anything strange about him. When she opened her eyes, Da Zhuang had returned to normal.

The ancestral hall was a bit cold, the maids had all left, and now only two people were left.

After burning three sticks of incense, it is considered a ceremony. Qiao Yuan touched his arm, thinking of finishing it earlier and going back earlier, he went forward with the first stick of incense from the table beside him.

Da Zhuang didn't move and looked at her quietly from behind.

(End of this chapter)