Xiahou Yin looked at Yuqiao, and after a few days of hurrying, the old men felt hard, not to mention this little beauty with a big belly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing her weak and pale nested in the chair, her pretty feet curled up in the carmine dress, the skirt was stained with a large amount of dust, the white placket was unbuttoned, revealing half of her crystal neck, her hair was slightly messy, and her eyes were full of indescribable panic and confusion. Inexplicably, I remembered the sad appearance of the little girl in my dream, and the delicate and soft made people's hearts.

Pursed his lips and reached out to wipe the water temperature in the wooden basin, it was a little hot, but the body was most tired and relieved by soaking in it.

He turned around and took a stack of clothes and placed it on the empty chair, and said in a deep voice: "The world is chaotic, and you can't wear the brocade clothes you bring in your baggage. This is left by Aunt Zheng's dead daughter, and she is the same size as you. After washing, you go to the bed and sleep well, and you have enough spirits, and you have to continue to hurry when it gets dark. ”

"Good!" The woman rarely agreed obediently, and Xiahou Yin strode away without saying a word, and closed the door with his hand.

Carrying a bench and resting five or six steps away, she sat down against the gray wall, lazily stretching her legs to guard the door for her.

The sun is warm, sprinkled in the courtyard of the four directions, when the half furrow is sparse and green, there are vegetable butterflies flying and stopping, a gust of autumn wind, blowing the jujube flowers scattered, and the leaves are mixed with the ripe jujube squeak.

He got up, picked up a long bamboo pole and poked the branches, and after three or two clicks, half of the jujube fell like rain.

After washing half a bowl and sitting back in the same place, I took one and tasted it, it was sweet and sour, and the woman loved it.

Suddenly, how could he weigh this, pricked up his ears and listened again, there was the sound of water flowing on his skin in the door, and he was deliberately suppressed in a low voice, not like the rude and uninhibited old men.

Shaking his head, he gnawed the dates one by one, and a few hens looking for food surrounded him, pecking at the jujube cores and feeling bored, and scattered everywhere.

In fact, for so many years, what he wants is very simple, a lady who agrees with his heart, a pastoral garden by the mountains and rivers, just like this, the sun rises, the sun comes in and rests, and the clouds and the wind are light for a lifetime.

What prosperity and wealth, fame and glory are all passing in his eyes, and the scene in front of him, the person in the house, seems to be his Xiahou Yin's life.

"Squeak" The red door opened halfway, and Aunt Zheng came in with a basket full of meat and vegetables in her arms.

Xiahou Yin's expression was stunned, and he smiled gloomily, what was he thinking, the lady's courtyard was all bystanding, only the dates in his hand, and he bit into his mouth with a crisp sound.

Aunt Zheng came out of the Yuqiao room, took the vegetables and sat next to Xiahou Yin, peeling beans one by one.

"She slept?" After waiting for a long time, Aunt Zheng didn't say anything, and Xiahou Yin's expression was a little unnatural.

"Well, I slept so soundly, I didn't even notice the corners of the quilt for her, it hurts." Aunt Zheng sighed and turned her head to look at him: "Who is this little lady?" Why are you still in a hurry when you're about to give birth? Where did her husband go? ”

"It's General Zhou's wife, he wants to lead the troops to fight, and he ordered me to escort my wife back to Yanjing." Xiahou Yin didn't want to talk about it, just a few simple sentences.

Aunt Zheng knew his temperament, so she didn't ask much, and said silently: "If it weren't for the prolongation of the war, it would be not too late to live here with me until I was well born and raised, but I went to the alley to buy meat, and I saw that the neighbors had already left, and the barbarian dogs were coming this way, and I had to collect my burden and leave here tomorrow." ”

Xiahou Yin bowed his head, suddenly stood up and said with a smile: "I'll take charge of dinner, so that Aunt Zheng can see if my skills can be improved." ”

After finishing speaking, he picked up the hanging red and white meat and walked towards the kitchen, Aunt Zheng looked at his back until it disappeared, then she lowered her head and continued to peel beans, thinking about it and a little stunned, that kid, how could he move his heart to a married little woman!

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At dusk, Yuqiao woke up leisurely. The light in the room was dim, and because there was no candle lamp, the hosta flowers on the windowsill could only see a hazy shadow.

This sleep was heavy and solid, the mattress was warmly wrapped in the lazy body, and the smell of the sun was exposed to it.

I remembered that it was good to be hugged by Zhou Lang into a thick and hot chest, she was afraid of cold, her hands and feet were always frosty and snowy, and in such a slightly cool weather in early autumn, he still needed him to warm her up a little bit.

Wiping his eyes with a handkerchief, he was about to get up after a while, but he heard Xiahouyin's voice by the door: "How long will you sleep?" It's like a pig, even if it's a pig, you have to get up to eat, right? ”

At noon, his gratitude to him was instantly exhausted, biting his red lip, Yu Qiao slowly sat up, touching the black clothes: "You wait, I want to tell Zhou Lang, you scold me for being a pig, let him punish you." ”

"Then you'll have to have a chance to run into him." sneered, and the words were full of ridicule.

"Alright! When did you learn to bully? It was Aunt Zheng who was angry, and as soon as the curtain was lifted, she came in with a candle, and the room was full of lights.

Yuqiao had already stayed at this time, wearing a primrose-colored placket and a red skirt lined with water, all of which were ordinary cotton fabrics, but she was dressed in a rich and noble style.

Aunt Zheng stepped forward to smooth the sleeves for her, and couldn't help but redden, it was her own daughter's clothes, which had been pressed at the bottom of the box for a long time, and now she was wearing it, as if she had seen her old friend again.

In his heart, he regarded Yuqiao as his own daughter, combed her black and oily hair with a grate, and then loosely pulled it up, took out a lotus flower and inserted it into the emerald silver hairpin.

"How can you be so good-looking!" Aunt Zheng touched her cheeks with pity and said with a smile: "Your husband....... Is there such a majestic spirit as Xiahou Ye? ”

"Hmm!" Jade tilted his head, and his tone must be a little ashamed: "Zhou Lang is unmatched." ”

Aunt Zheng wanted to say something, but saw some people coming in from outside the door, holding dishes and dishes, and setting them on the table.

Yuqiao felt that her stomach was spinning at this time, and she looked at the table curiously, a bowl of fried green leeks and silver sprouts with oil and salt, a bowl of lettuce tofu, a plate of sauce-flavored lion's head, a bowl of steamed wine stuffed fish, and a large bowl of bamboo shoots and fresh chicken soup, fragrant and tempting. Zhao Guanghui Ji Ping Tiezhu also came back, so she helped Aunt Zheng distribute bowls, and everyone allocated a bowl full of rice in front of them.

Yuqiao tasted the fish, it was fragrant and sweet, with a hint of wine, but it was not enjoyable, and he sandwiched another chopstick. smiled at Aunt Zheng: "Aunt Zheng is a good craft, I have never eaten this fish with such deliciousness." ”

Aunt Zheng hurriedly waved her hand and said, "Don't praise me, this table is all set by Master Xiahou." ”

Yuqiao was stunned, and then remembered to ask where Xiahou Yin had gone, why didn't he come to dinner?

As soon as the curtain was lifted, I saw him come in with a plate of snacks, and casually put it in front of Yuqiaoyan: "Try this sour jujube honey hot cake, made of freshly beaten dates today." After speaking, he sat down and picked up the bowl of rice.

Yuqiao picked up a piece and took a small bite, sweet and sour, soft and glutinous, hot, and the lips, tongue and nose were full of the rich fragrance of fresh dates.

No wonder even the Queen Mother only loves to eat the pastries he makes!

Yuqiao thought about the pastries she made in the past, and Zhou Lang always praised her for being better than Xiahou Yin, and it turned out that she was all happy.

But it's not as good as carrying shoes for him! My face was a little red, and after eating a piece, I couldn't help but pick up another piece.

Xia Houyin looked at her quietly, probably because she had slept enough after taking a bath, and her cheeks were no longer as pale and pink as before.

Little Red Lips took a bite of the hot cake and ate it happily and contentedly.

The corners of his mouth tugged at the corners of his mouth, but he hid it, unwilling to let others look at him.