At this time, Dugu Muyu really felt that they were husband and wife, facing each other day and night, living together. Dugu Muyu spread out the book to cover his face, and secretly glanced at the person in front of the case from time to time. I saw him pursing his lips tightly, and his brows were frowning slightly, as if he was holding a thousand-pound military newspaper in his hand.

But she knew that his serious expression was actually painting a portrait of her. said that he was painting portraits, and he only raised his head a few times during this period.

He knew that she was tired, so he said, "When I am tired, I will rest, and I will split a piece of land behind the house and plant all kinds of flowers." He raised his eyes and looked at her, spitting out two words: "Go! ”

She stretched her stiff limbs and walked briskly around the back of the house. Sure enough, a lot of flowers were planted, and they were very well cared for, no less than those in the palace. Seeing those flowers blooming one by one, she didn't know which one to choose, so she simply gave up.

At this time, he must have drawn it, and thinking of her, he walked back into the house. The huge room was empty, so she didn't think much about it, and walked straight to the desk to look at the danqing he painted. The woman in the painting sits on the ground, holding a book, and her appearance is exactly the same as hers. He must have engraved her appearance in his heart, and the thought of her lips hooked up a faint smile.

At this moment, a tall figure walked in from outside the house, holding a steaming bowl of something in his hand, and he beckoned to her to come.

When she got closer, she saw that it was a bowl of silver silk noodles, and he handed the chopsticks to her hand and said, "Eat!" Just down. ”

Hearing that it was just ordered, she only thought that it was him, nodded and ate a few mouthfuls of smooth noodles, and said with appreciation: "The taste is sweet and refreshing, Wen Yan, your cooking skills have improved a lot." ”

There was a little bit of joy on his face, and he regained his calm expression and said, "Mu Yu, do you know why I ordered you a bowl of noodles?" She shook her head: "Why?" ”

"Today is the first day of the eighth month, and it's your birthday!" He looked at her, "I know you don't want to celebrate your birthday, so I cooked this bowl of longevity noodles, I only wish you a long life and good health." ”

She put down the chopsticks in her hand, her heart choked with a sour breath, she lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment before saying, "My birthday is my mother's Good Friday, and there is nothing to celebrate. ”

Her voice was flat as promised, without the slightest emotion. He took her hand and said softly, "But today is the best day for me, eighteen years ago today, my mother gave birth to you. My heart was filled with gratitude and joy. ”

She gradually lost her memory of the events of her childhood, but she remembered that her mother would also give her a bowl of noodles like this, and there would always be two white and tender poached eggs lying on it. There was a misty mist in her eyes, and she said with a shallow smile: "Wen Yan, you have to cook me a bowl of longevity noodles for every birthday in the future." ”

He looked at her fixedly for a long time, nodded in response, and then lowered his head and grabbed her upturned lips. The sweet taste in her mouth, he couldn't absorb enough, and he invaded and possessed it roughly. At last he savagely bit her soft lips, and a heavy snort burned her face.

She gasped slightly, her eyes staring at the face close at hand, and every bit of it was tempting her. She complied with her heart's request and imprinted his hot thin lips. His eyes deepened, and he lifted her horizontally through the veils and supported her body with the palm of his hand.

She hurriedly dodged his movements, covered his face with both hands, and said shyly: "The sky is blue." He brushed his hand away from his face, his cold jaw gently grinding against her tender face.

She pushed his heavy body away again, her face was so red that she could drip blood, and her voice was like a mosquito: "Besides, I only woke up in the morning... Excessive indulgence is detrimental to the body. ”

He raised his lips and smiled lowly, and said in a dumb voice: "Mu Yu, it's not that you suspect your husband, so your husband has to lead by example." He buried it in her thick hair, and the two hugged each other tightly. The hot autumn wind swept the veil in the house and fluttered, sinking, and there was no return.

The sky was getting dark, and the gnats outside the house were calling. In his ears was the sound of his light and even breathing, and her mind was foggy when she was buried in his arms. The hunger in her stomach reminded her from time to time, and when she saw that he was sleeping soundly, she did not dare to move, and her fingertips ran over his hard chest.

A force from her waist took her into her arms, and a low voice sounded: "Hungry? She snorted, and he lifted her up again, his deep eyes meeting her, and the two of them snorted together. The air was hot again, and his long curled eyelashes swept across her eyelids, bringing a sensation of *.

"Ahh His hearty laugh rang out, and the long finger ring rested on her slender waist. She cowered, her eyes tightly closed.

In the next moment, her body was in the air, and she hurriedly wrapped her arms around his neck. When she opened her eyes, she saw him carrying her out, and she hurriedly grabbed the veil hanging beside her. A doting smile tugged at the corner of his mouth: "Didn't you say you're hungry?" ”

"Yes, but, I, bring it in and eat it, don't go out." She stumbled across her eyes, her eyes glancing over the half-open placket. Seeing that she was so cramped, he had no choice but to put her on the beauty floor.

She stroked the red and swollen marks on her neck, pulled the collar higher, and put on a Su embroidered stand-up collar robe, which covered up a little. At this time, he came in with food, saw that she was dressed neatly, and blurted out: "Why are you wearing so much, you have to take it off again in a while." ”

She said angrily, "Wen Yan! It's getting more and more improper. ”

He didn't think so, scooped up the porridge and blew softly: "You don't like Muyu?" He brought the spoon to her lips and stared at her.

She reached out to take the spoon: "I'll do it myself." But he dodged her hand and persistently put the spoon to her mouth. Her stomach was rumbling again, and she knew she couldn't resist him, so she opened her mouth obediently.

In the days in this garden, bathing and changing clothes, thrushes and grease, he had to help her with everything. Now, even if she eats and feeds her, she is afraid that she will not be able to take care of herself.

After using a bowl of porridge and eating a few snacks, she couldn't eat it anymore, so she pushed his hand away and said, "It's full." He stopped feeding her and let her lean against the beauty.

He picked up another bowl of porridge and ate it, and she suddenly looked at him with wide eyes and said, "This is the spoon I used." He nodded: "Yes, I just forgot and only took one." ”

She pursed her lips and didn't know what to say for a while, so she said: "Yunqi's skill is not bad at all compared to the chef in the house, and if a girl from any family marries him, it will be a good blessing." ”

At this time, she felt a burning eye, and she blinked, looking harmless and innocent. I saw him lightly open his thin lips and say, "It seems that you are full and have a lot of energy." ”

She laughed dryly, yawned a few times, and said, "No, no, I'm sleepy." He still had a meaningful smile on his face, and she couldn't help but shudder, so she opened her eyes and said, "You eat, eat." That, think calling, think calling! She called out to the outside of the house.

Since coming to this garden, Sizhao's personal guards often have to stay outside the house. Sizhao only stood in the outhouse and said cautiously: "Miss, what are you looking for me?" ”

I saw her cold voice coming from the back room: "You come in." Si Zhao stepped into the back room through the veil, but his eyes remained fixed on the floor.

"Si Zhao, do you have someone in mind?" Dugu Muyu asked this sentence for no reason, and Wei Wenyan smiled at the corner of her mouth and let her mess around.

Sizhao hurriedly raised his eyes and said, "No, no." She remembered that Miss had asked Songxia this last time, and then Miss sent Songxia back to Jiangnan, she was afraid that Miss would also send her back to Jianzhuang.

I saw a slight smile on the corner of her mouth: "That's very good." Si Zhao looked at her puzzled, where is this today.

She looked at Sizhao and said, "Sizhao, you see that you are in your youth, how about I tell you a good family?" Without waiting for Sizhao to refuse, she said thoughtfully: "Yunqi is very good, Yunqi has a docile temperament, holds important positions in the army, and has good cooking skills." And know the roots, and he is the best candidate. ”

Sizhao hurriedly refused: "Miss, don't make fun of me, I can only dance with a sword and a sword, and I don't feel the love of my children." ”

She was about to civilize this thousand-year-old iron tree for a while, but Wei Wenyan said, "Okay, Sizhao you retreat!" Sizhao gave him a grateful look, and before he stepped out of the back room, Wei Wenyan said, "Sizhao!" You can also think about what Fang Cai Mu said. ”

It is said that the husband sings and the wife follows, how can it be reversed when she arrives at her house, no matter what, it is the best policy to go, Si Zhao hurriedly surrendered his hand: "Since there is nothing to do, I will retreat first." ”

Looking at Sizhao's figure of running away, Dugu Muyu couldn't help laughing and said: "Sizhao, this 10,000-year-old iron tree, I'm afraid it won't be able to bloom." ”

Wei Wenyan said: "No, fate has not yet arrived." Back then, I thought that Mrs. You's iron tree couldn't bloom, but fortunately, my husband was graceful and handsome, and I influenced your iron tree. ”

He has been in the army for many years, and as soon as he returned to the imperial city, Wei Wenchu kept talking about her. What he learned from Wei Wenchu's mouth about her was indifferent and unkind, he almost thought that Mu Yu was going to break off seven feelings and six desires.

Ha! She let out a long sigh of relief and stroked her forehead. Wei Wenyan hurriedly stroked her forehead and asked, "What's wrong?" But uncomfortable? ”

I saw her shake her head and sighed: "But no, why am I planted in the hands of your graceful, handsome and dashing Prince Mu!" He approached her face and said, "What do you mean by this, Madame?" ”

She immediately changed her words: "I mean that the husband is so great, it is really a blessing to be able to marry the husband." The smile on his lips grew stronger, and he stepped forward and put his arms around her waist and pecked her lightly in the face. Then he said with satisfaction: "If I have a wife like this, what more can I ask for, marrying you is the greatest blessing in my life." ”

She was about to drown in a deep voice, why is there such a person in this world, as if God had tailor-made to descend on her. With just one look and one smile, she was obsessed and didn't know the way back.