The boudoir was messy, full of her messy thoughts. A haggard and smooth little face was revealed in a cloud of pink, and a wisp of green silk gently hung down along the handsome face.

"Don't I have a place in your heart?" The pink silk tent is warm, the candlelight is flickering, it should be a warm corner, but now it is filled with cold air.

First:

The scene three months ago is vivid, Duan Zhongyong, the loyal and brave general, stopped at Qingshui Villa with a heavy dowry. At the age of twenty-five, he has made many military exploits on the battlefield, has a small reputation, and is a beloved in the hearts of many daughters. Brother Liu Qingjian pulled the shy Qingyue to the front hall, caught a glimpse of the mighty figure in front of him, and was silent. Listen to my brother's slow voice:

In the eleventh year of Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty (615), Emperor Yang was besieged by the Turkic Shibi Khan in Yanmen (now Dai County, Shanxi), and Duan Zhongyong, who was only 16 years old, was recruited as King Qin and rose to prominence. This is my brother's classmate and best friend for many years, his swordsmanship is excellent, and he is the second son of the Jin Palace" Liu Qingjian walked into the hall with his sister Liu Qingyue in front.

The feeling of celebration overflowed the entire Shimizu Villa.

The moonlight was just right, relatives and friends joined hands to admire the moon, leaving Liu Qingyue and Duan Zhongyong to take a walk in the West Garden. Qing Yue raised her eyes and looked at her loyal and resolute face with wide eyes, "Is this my future husband, the beloved of this life?" ”

"What are you looking at?"

"Ah" "Poof" Qingyue raised her head suddenly, and suddenly hit Zhongyong's solid chest, her left foot staggered, and her right hand stretched out, knocking over the fish pot on the railing, and she was about to fall into the pond behind her. was stepped forward by the man in front of him and grabbed him. "What are you doing, let it go, you're scared me to death, why are you standing still all of a sudden, fortunately, the pond is not deep." As soon as he stood firm, he raised his eyes and met the resolute and enthusiastic gaze, and couldn't help but bow his head and read: "Otherwise, where do you find such a good daughter-in-law as me?" "But the owner of Qingshui Villa was born in a reckless manner, and he never restricts his children with secular rules and regulations, but he doesn't know that if he puts this in an ordinary scholarly home, he is afraid that it will be extremely difficult.

Zhongyong leaned down, jumped up, and grabbed Qingyue in the pond with one hand and flew towards the West Pavilion

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you hurt" Looking at the delicate figure of the beauty in her arms, Zhongyong's tongue suddenly became clumsy.

"Ahh His face turned red. Quietly stayed in Zhongyong's arms, and did not dare to move.

Zhong Yong raised his true qi and stepped forward, "It's not cold, let's go to the West Pavilion to change clothes first?" As he spoke, he pushed open the door of the West Pavilion, "Zhu'er is afraid that she will have dinner at this time, so I will wait here for the time being, and I will ask her to bring a clean dress later." ”

"Well, what, what I said was that I was a guest, but you became the host, Brother Zhongyong, it should be me who greets you" Qingyue looked at Zhongyong, who was blushing like black pig blood, and was inexplicably happy.

It's okay not to laugh, it's okay to laugh, this loyal and brave is not standing or sitting, and the perennial war life makes this brave man rarely have the opportunity to talk to girls, especially beautiful girls. There are also many subordinates who sit in the spring garden in their spare time, but this loyal and brave is honest and tight, and he will never go to this kind of place.

"Brother Yong, Brother Yong" His fiery eyes seemed to engulf her, and his powerful big hand covered the slender little hand, and the two of them suddenly didn't know how to advance or retreat.

"What are you going to do?" Qingyue's clear eyes were full of doubt, shyness, and anger.

The voice was like a heavenly talisman that brought Zhongyong back to reality, and he watched Qingyue stand in front of him, turning around and leaving.

Leaving Qingyue alone with a lot of thoughts, tossing and turning: although she is in the depths of the boudoir, her righteous deeds since childhood have spread to every corner of Qin County, this is a hero with a narrow spirit, and I will live a happy life under my father's arrangement. But? I don't know? Thinking about it, I fell asleep in a daze.