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

Chapter 109 The Golden Cage

Qiao Yuan didn't know anything about it in advance. When she opened her eyes in the morning, she found herself on a walking carriage.

Lu Xiu cautiously advised: "There are no quarrels between husband and wife. If there is any misunderstanding, just talk it over."

Qiao Yuan buttoned the pattern on the soft pillow in her arms, lowered her eyelashes and remained silent. Light occasionally squeezed in through the gaps in the curtains and shone on her white and rosy face, where even the tiny down hairs were clearly visible.

Seeing Madam like this, Luxiu couldn't say much. When Da Zhuang came back after taking the things, he consciously got out of the car and got on the carriage behind.

Da Zhuang was holding a brocade box with a branch pattern in his hand. He didn't know what important thing it was. He was halfway through the trip, so he had to turn back.

Qiao Yuan looked away, but he came over and opened the brocade box as if offering a treasure.

It turned out to be a Dongzhu head and face, shining brightly in the light.

Qiao Yuan was stunned for a moment, then blushed all over her face, she couldn't believe it: "Why are you putting it away!"

She thought this thing had been thrown away a long time ago, but when she first saw it, her mind was filled with absurd scenes from that day, and her whole body was almost boiling.

Da Zhuang gently bit the tip of her steaming ear and said in a low and hoarse voice, "It's a pity to throw it away. Madam, don't worry about that phoenix hairpin. Look at how beautiful this one is."

It looks really good. A pair of earrings are wrapped with gold wire to form a complicated pattern.

Qiao Yuan thought of something and said angrily: "You still gave these beads to the master craftsman?"

Da Zhuang hurriedly explained: "No, I asked the master of Zhenbao Pavilion for advice. I made this head mask myself."

He first used ordinary pearls to contact the craftsman, and then slowly used Dongzhu to create this head and face.

How could he let others see those beads? They were stained with the lady's scent. He wanted to cut off their hands if outsiders touched them.

Da Zhuang observed the lady's face and added: "Madam, don't worry, I cleaned all the beads before making this headdress."

[-]That won’t work either!

Qiao Yuan felt hot when she touched the picture, so she closed the lid with a snap.

If Da Zhuang's purpose was to stop her from thinking about the phoenix hairpin, then he had achieved it now, because when she thought of the phoenix hairpin, she would think of Dong Zhu's head and face, and she wished she would never hear the words about these two things again.

When he returned to the village and packed up his clothes, Da Zhuang tried to put the portrait into Qiao Yuan's daily jewelry box. Unfortunately, she saw through it and picked them out one by one, preparing to put them in the most inconspicuous place to gather dust.

Da Zhuang looked very regretful, but he did not give up after that. He was keen to take care of all the food, clothing, housing and transportation for Qiao Yuan, and almost changed all the items around her, determined to let her cut off the relationship with the past.

Qiao Yuan was too lazy to care about him and let him do what he wanted, eating and drinking by herself, waiting for him to regain his memory in two days.

She proposed to visit Qiao's mother, but Da Zhuang stopped her because "the weather was too hot and she was afraid of heatstroke when she went out." Qiao Yuan vaguely felt that something was wrong, but it was indeed approaching the end of summer and it was not suitable to go out. If he behaves strangely every day, he will leave it alone.

In the evening, the two of them sat on the swing. Qiao Yuan sat in the man's arms, tilting her head up in a daze and being kissed by him.

Someone was passing by. At this time, outsiders only knew that Da Zhuang was the popular person in front of Mrs. Zhen Guo. They probably didn't know the intimacy between them. Qiao Yuan woke up and pushed his shoulder.

Da Zhuang lowered his eyes, held her hand, intertwined his fingers, and deepened the kiss.

The servant didn't seem to notice the charming figure on the swing, and walked far away to the other side of the road.

Only then did Qiao Yuan realize that Zhuangzi after she came back was completely different from before.Logically speaking, now that Da Zhuang has hidden his identity, Qiao Yuan is the only owner of this village. However, he does not know how to do it. He has changed all the servants. Whatever she asks, the servants must first go and report back to her. Da Zhuang, please tell me what he wants.

Not only that, Da Zhuang also hired a few maids on the grounds that there were few people serving his wife. When he was not at the village, these maids followed his wife every step of the way.

When Qiao Yuan went from Qiao's Mansion to the Duke's Mansion, there were still fewer maids around her. A few more people didn't matter. She didn't take it to heart at first, until she saw the maid behind her lowering her eyebrows through the reflective surface of the soup spoon during a meal. A pleasing face.

It's called care, but it's actually monitoring.

By the time Qiao Yuan finally came to her senses, the manor was like an iron barrel, firmly in Da Zhuang's hands, and it was watertight.

Qiao Yuan felt that this was not going to work and decided to have a good talk with Da Zhuang. However, he seemed to be a little busy today. She fell asleep waiting in the room and felt like she was being picked up in a daze.

"You're back……"

Under the candlelight, the man's eyebrows were gentle and he gently placed the person on the bed.

Da Zhuang had just finished taking a shower, and his hair was still wet. After putting down the little beauty, he was afraid of getting water on the bed, so he turned around and found a clean handkerchief to wipe his hair.

He is not so meticulous on weekdays. Due to his strong body and high body temperature, he usually lets his hair dry naturally like this. Today, it seems that his wife is very sleepy, and he wants to finish it as soon as possible and accompany her to sleep.

The water droplets at the end of the hair slid over the hill-like bulge of back muscles and merged into the clothes, soaking a large area.

After all, Da Zhuang was not used to doing such delicate work. He snored roughly a few times with the handkerchief, and the muscle lines on his arms collapsed with his impatient movements.

It's a pity that this scene exuding strong male hormones was not seen by anyone. The little beauty was still lying on the bed, groaning in sleep.

Da Zhuang thought that his wife couldn't wait any longer, so he speeded up his movements and swiped a few times at will, then he thought it was done and hurried over to hug the fragrant and soft little beauty.

Qiao Yuan rubbed her eyes, remembering that there was still business to do, and turned over to sit up with difficulty. In the process, her collar slightly spread out, revealing her snow-white skin.

Da Zhuang touched his wife's white and smooth neck, "The tooth marks are gone."

The tooth mark was not deep to begin with. After applying the ointment twice, nothing was visible anymore. The original place was smooth and clean.

Qiao Yuan rubbed her eyes and finally regained consciousness, only to realize that Da Zhuang was staring at her neck with a thoughtful expression.

Qiao Yuan was afraid that he would want to pounce and bite her again. Now that she thought about his situation at that time, she felt frightened and quickly took his hand away.

Fortunately, Da Zhuang saw his wife's nervous expression and quickly looked away. He seemed to be unwilling to give up and was thinking of other ways to mark her.

As long as it doesn't hurt her, Qiao Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and thought about how to mention today's events to Da Zhuang and ask him to stop locking her up like this. She wouldn't run away.

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard him ask: "Did you play with the young prince today?"

He knew his whereabouts very well, and Qiao Yuan was not surprised at all. She was still thinking about how to speak, when he raised her chin with his stretched out fingers and looked into his deep black eyes.

Qiao Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

Da Zhuang seemed to have thought of a good way to mark it, and lowered his voice to her ear.

"Madam, give me a child."

(End of this chapter)