Xia Qianyan's eyebrows tightened, her slender fingers gently rubbed in her sleeves, and she went through all the methods she could think of in her mind.

Looking at Huo Zun sitting on the edge of the bed, her moist eyes became dull and cool.

"Ten more days, two years after we were married. Seven hundred and twenty days, our relationship is like the starlight on the horizon, illuminating and warming each other in the vast dark night, although there have been dark clouds and storms in between, but it is always happy to remember more beautiful things. In the past, I rarely sent anything to you, but now that autumn is coming, if you don't hate my clumsiness, I want to try to make a suit for you! ”

Huo Zun's eyes sank, and he turned his head to look at her quietly, these words were completely the same tone as the words they said when they were intimate, but there was no smile on Xia Qian's face.

knew that he was acting, but he couldn't help but be moved by her, and his heart, which was still hard and cold just now, was as soft as egg white.

"One set is enough, you have to make at least three sets, otherwise how can I change them?"

"Three sets?" Xia Qian pursed her thin lips, "Okay, then three sets." From tomorrow onwards, I'm not going to repair the frescoes, I'm going to stay at home and make clothes for you, but ......"

Thinking that now was not the time to make a qualification, she lowered her head and did not say the rest of the words.

Huo Zun looked at her quietly, took her hand and asked, "But what?" ”

She paused for a moment and whispered, "I've cut a few clothes, but I've never sewed them myself. From design and tailoring to embroidery and sewing, it was not easy for me to do three sets in a row, so I had to calm down. I hope no one bothers me these days, if I can! ”

"Okay, except for me and Jingya, no one will set foot in the West Courtyard in the past few days!" As he spoke, he shoved the letter into her hand.

Xia Qian clutched the letter of resignation tightly and fell asleep, and in the haze, she felt him hugging her from behind, burying his face in her hair as before.

In the old days, she would have taken his arm or lazily shrunk into his arms, but now she only raised her eyelids slightly.

It's not that she doesn't know Huo Zun's thoughts, it's just that love is gone, and in her heart, they are just strangers under the same roof.

Fifty days is very fast, and when she thinks of the freedom on the other side, there is nothing she can't endure and wait.

In the past fifty days, she didn't want to have anything to do with him, let alone the three women.

As long as you hide this letter of resignation, pretend to be a fool and play her role well, and wait for the time to pass day by day.

Early the next morning, Huo Zun urged her to sell materials on the street, saying that the fabric was too thick, too thin, too astringent, and too smooth.

When it comes to color, it's like picking a bone in an egg and saying a bunch of don'ts.

Xia Qian saw his thoughts, and said with a light smile: "There is a new piece of satin in the Biyun Brocade, and I happened to see it when Jing Ya and I took the clothes yesterday, although the place is far away, but the style of the clothes inside is quite unique." If you have time, you might as well go and check it out! ”

"You've pulled down your face and invited me to go shopping, if I don't go, won't I be told that I don't understand the amorous feelings. I don't know when I have to choose the three pieces of fabric, so let's go! Huo Zun's eyes fell on the new clothes worn by Xia Qian and Jingya, and the spring breeze said proudly.

After half a day's effort, he was already dazzled, and finally picked three materials.

In fact, his clothes are not difficult to make, even if they are cut and sewn according to the simplest style, they are very eye-catching to wear on his perfect figure, but Huo Zun proposed to make them the same style as the clothes on Xia Qian's body.

Couples?

Xia Qian was stunned, but unfortunately these styles she designed are only suitable for women's models, even if Huo Zun's materials are manly, I am afraid that they will have to be a little mother.

In the second half of the day, she had been sitting at the table of the Eight Immortals in a daze at the three pieces of material, drawing more than a dozen sketches, none of which satisfied her.

"Is it hard?" Huo Zun looked at her suspiciously.

Xia Qian turned the brush in her hand, sighed lightly and said, "It's not difficult, it's difficult!" The style of my clothes is obviously worn by my daughter's family, in case I dress you up as a beautiful girl who is beautiful and fragrant, then you can't kill me with a sword! ”

"Do I look that woman?" He pursed his lips disdainfully and flipped through the dozen or so grass patterns, "I know that you like personable and gentle like jade, so do it in the style you like!" ”

After Huo Zun finished speaking, he walked out of the West Courtyard, and Xia Qian stared at his back with a stunned expression.

What she just said was a mother's flavor, and he actually understood that he was a gentleman, gentle as jade.

Besides, did he pretend to be these eight words?

On the third day, Xia Qian finally sewed a piece of clothing, exquisite and luxurious fabrics, unique design, but full of scholarly atmosphere.

Seeing Huo Zun not saying a word in the mirror, Xia Qian frowned.

"This, it's really a little bit unsuitable for you, or I'll change it if you take it off!"

She said worriedly, wondering if embroidering a few auspicious clouds on the sleeves or neckline would dilute the bookish anger on her clothes.

Then, he turned around, looked at her, and chuckled, "Yes, at least you'll like it!" ”

She likes?

Xia Qian was confused in her mind, was he trying to please her?

If he said it earlier, if it was made into a doll suit, she would like it more when he wore it on his body.

Although she thought about it like this, when she saw him walking out of the West Courtyard in a fake book and angry, her heart still jumped inexplicably.

This is a heartbeat that she has not felt for more than two months, and her love has long since turned into ashes and melted into the dust with that red-hot and boiling heart, and she unexpectedly felt her heartbeat at this moment.

Is it the ashes that have been swept into the dust that are being revived?

Xia Qian's arm trembled, and the sharp needle tip stabbed into the fingertips, and the pain in the cone came to the back of his head, and the bright red blood stains came into view.

Unforgettable pain, bloody pain.

Xia Qian clenched the thin needle in her hand and silently drew a cross on the palm of her hand.

That night, Huo Zun handed her a delicate gilt box.

Xia Qian opened it and found that it was the three pieces of jewelry she had lost before.

A multi-treasure necklace, an amber "Diamond Sutra" necklace, and a white begonia hairpin, all of which he had given before, each of which hid a memory and a story.

She looked at him in surprise, didn't say anything, and silently put things into the dresser.

Although she has changed a lot of the second and third clothes, she maintains the same style as the clothes on her body, and she still inevitably gets a lot of bookish anger, although it is completely inconsistent with the heroic temperament of Huo Zun's young general, but he still wears it all day and night.

Jing Ya said that after Huo Zun put on the clothes of the past few days, his words and deeds have become much softer, and he even speaks softly, if his face is not so serious and cold, he actually looks like a gentle and elegant Hongru.

Xia Qian casually flipped a page of "Pincui" and said: "The vigorous eagle can't pretend to be an elegant jade rabbit, and I didn't do a good job of those three sets of clothes, but it's a pity that he is so sassy and heroic." “

That "Pincui" happened to turn the page that recorded Huo Zun, although it was just a lonely back on the picture, it was a golden iron horse swallowing mountains and rivers.

In the written records, except for the great military exploits he made on the battlefield, there is hardly a word of praise.

Huo Zun naturally saw this extract, but his attitude was as familiar and deaf as he had been before.

Xia Qian sighed lightly and silently closed the book.

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