íêééééé Fu Xuechan nodded. If there is really any hidden disease, it is really useless in embroidered pillows. I unconsciously looked down on Zhao Kuangyi a little. My marriage is really unsmooth, and my mood is a little irritable. instructed Yaoqin: "Don't forget to take a few rosewood screens and bring them back to your father." ”

Fu Xuechan's father, Fu Yanqing, is expensive because of his daughter. was crowned the king of Wei, and he still held a large army of the Great Zhou in his hands. In addition to the Tianwei Army led by the emperor himself, the Tianying Army of Zhao Kuangyin's brothers, the Xiaocai Army in the hands of General Zuo, and the Tiancheng Army in the hands of King Wei are considered to be many elite soldiers. At present, the emperor is driving the expedition in person, Zhao Kuangyin also led the army to set off, General Zuo's troops guarded the Beijing division, and the king of Wei had just received the emperor's order to send troops to Haozhou to support. It seems that the war in Haozhou is not very optimistic.

Fu Xuechan knew that her father was about to go on the expedition, so she was also in a hurry to complete the return ceremony. This wedding, from the beginning, was rushed, and now nothing is satisfactory. Yaoqin had to be ordered.

Zhao Kuangyi was in the barracks that day, and his whole person was unhappy, and his temper was extraordinarily big. Normally, the training of the soldiers lasted only one or two hours, and this day lasted from morning to afternoon. continued to train, and he himself demonstrated how to climb and roll, and by the evening, the soldiers were already complaining of distress and were almost paralyzed. But Zhao Kuangyi still felt that he couldn't finish spreading the fire from nowhere. The adjutant couldn't stand it. Carefully persuaded: "Major General, if you continue to practice like this, I'm afraid the soldiers won't be able to stand it, and if there is an emergency, it will be troublesome." ”

Zhao Kuangyi had just taught him how to fight with the other party with a gun for a long time, and after listening to the words of the adjutant general, he waved the gun in his hand on the tree next to it. The spear poked three inches deep into the tree. The adjutant general couldn't help sighing: "Good skills." Zhao Kuangyi turned a deaf ear to this admiration, and strode back to the camp camp coldly.

The team dispersed to rest, but Zhao Kuangyi was upset and didn't know where to go. The new house was killed and he didn't go back, thinking about dealing with Fu Xuechan, and then thinking about the situation when Fu Xuechan stuck himself, he was not right anywhere. It's strange to think about it, Fu Xuechan looks no worse than Xiao Tao, and is even more colorful, but in the face of her body, he feels interested for no reason, although he can't bear it in his heart. But there is no way, I can't react by myself, and I can't be the master. Then go back to the old house? Thinking about the awkwardness with Xiao Tao last night, his fingers buckled heavily on the table. What exactly did she do? Why can't all the hard work on her be exchanged for her willingness?

Thinking about the headache, he simply slept in the camp. Zhao Kuangyi instructed his subordinates to go back and tell Fu Xuechan that he would not go back and rest in the camp tent.

Xiao Tao's day in the Zhao family's old house was also sullen. She couldn't say what kind of affection she had, Zhao Kuangyi's actions, she instinctively resisted. But he is different from Ye Guang, she always feels a little sorry for him. But as for why I'm sorry, she can't say. She was afraid to see the painful coldness in his eyes, as if she had stabbed him herself. Alas, after all, it was owed to him.

In the evening, it is estimated that Zhao Kuangyi will not come back. Xiao Tao has had dinner, a little bored, in addition to reading, is writing, but his own words are not good-looking, like insects crawling. Xiao Tao flipped through it and saw a word written by Zhao Kuangyi, the content of which was incomprehensible, it seemed to be a kind of strategy on the art of war, but the words were still known. Xiao Tao followed Zhao Kuangyi's words and copied them one by one.

Zhao Kuangyi stayed up until dinner in the barracks, but he couldn't bear to toss and turn, so he returned to his old house. As soon as I entered the house, I saw Xiao Tao writing carefully one by one, and there were already a bunch of pieces of paper written next to her. Zhao Kuangyi paced lightly, and his heart was fluttering again. Xiao Tao copied his words. His chest thumped again.

This woman kept rejecting him, but she kept doing something that tickled his heart. What the hell is going to be?

Xiao Tao had just finished writing a fairly beautiful oblique hook, turned to the side, and saw Zhao Kuangyi standing beside him, he was so frightened that he covered his chest, and his face turned white: "Why do you walk without a sound, I'm scared to death." ”

"Still so timid." Zhao Kuangyi picked the corners of his lips, and flipped through a few pages of things written by Xiao Tao, a little funny, good guy, what kind of thing is this written, a lump of things.

Xiao Tao grabbed the pen and was still talking to herself: "Look, in addition to your words, I will also write others." The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. The lover complained about the night, and unexpectedly—"Little Peach is stuck there, and she can't write it again."

Zhao Kuangyi raised his hand, held Xiao Tao's hand, and continued to write: "Acacia at night." The word acacia, the first time he wrote it so well, every stroke, every tick, tick, all moistened with strong feelings.

Xiao Tao was held by his hand, and at first he thought it was weird, but when he saw that the words in his pen were dozens of times more beautiful than the original, he was happy again, and he didn't mind being held by him. Instead, he watched with interest as his words magically changed.

Seeing Xiao Tao purse her lips and smile, Zhao Kuangyi's heart pounded gently. He found that he was quite useless here in Xiao Tao, all the chagrin, unhappiness, entanglement, and when he met her heartless laughter, he could only give up. After writing a poem, Xiao Tao looked at the vigorous and powerful words in his pen, happily straightened, squinted at Zhao Kuangyi and said, "Teach me to write another poem." Good no good? He carefully added: "Just one song." ”

"One song?" Zhao Kuangyi hooked his lips and smiled.

"Hmm. Just one song. Xiao Tao nodded desperately. She just wanted to experience the joy of writing again, and she couldn't keep being held by him to write.

Zhao Kuangyi found a thick pile of paper and spread it on the table, studied the ink, held the little peach and wrote seriously: "The Han Emperor is heavy on color and thinks about the country, and Yuyu has been unable to ask for it for many years. "Zhao Kuangyi's words are iron halberds and silver hooks, and the pen is vigorous, and Xiao Tao looks at it with a trace of inexplicable pride.

Sentence after sentence, I thought that the four sentences were finished, but there were still four sentences. Well, Mademoiselle said that the lyric poems are eight lines. Eight sentences are finished, and there are still five or six sheets of paper after writing them all. What "there are 3,000 beauties in the harem, and 3,000 are pampered in one." "What" has been living and dying for many years, and the soul has never come to dream. ”ííí

Xiao Tao's hands were sour when she wrote, and she couldn't help asking, "Isn't it over yet?" ”

Zhao Kuangyi raised his lips and smiled, this Bai Juyi's long hatred song, eight hundred and forty words, should be the longest poem, I didn't lie to her, just one. Seeing Xiao Tao's frowning and pouting, Zhao Kuangyi replied with a smile: "It's a song you said." ”

"I didn't want such a long one." Xiao Tao pouted, "It's so long." My hands are sore. "More than a dozen pages have been thrown out, when is this a head. Miscellaneous medical talents.

"In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to be a branch." is finally about to write to the end, looking at these two sentences, Zhao Kuangyi suddenly blushed and heartbeat. This poem touched him for the first time, he used to read this poem and felt that it was like that, but he only read it because of Bai Juyi's fame and Ma Weipo's experience. Looking at it now, it's very heartfelt. One word, one word, made him feel the same way.

Xiao Tao tilted her head and asked, "What is a winged bird?" Is it the same thing as swallows? What is Lian Lizhi? ”

Zhao Kuangyi smiled sullenly: "You'll know later." ”

Don't tell it. Xiao Tao didn't have the heart to ask again, her hand was already numb. I wrote two more sentences, and finally finished it. Xiao Tao shook her sore arm and bared her teeth: "It's really enough to write, enough is enough." I'm still going to the kitchen to get something to eat. With that, he ran out of the house.

Zhao Kuangyi paused, and wrote at the very end, "Taoyi, Zhao Tingyi, Yu Ding Sinian." When I finished writing and the ink was dry, I received a manuscript at the top of the bookcase.

That night, Zhao Kuangyi slept in the outermost room, but he slept peacefully, and dreamed until dawn.

Fu Xuechan tossed and turned all night, and it was still difficult to sleep at the fourth watch, so she called Yaoqin directly, gritted her teeth and said: "I'll go and check it carefully tomorrow, what's wrong with Zhao Kuangyi, can the camp sleep better than at home?" ”

I've had enough of it, I've been married for five days, and I don't come back every day. If the rest of the day is to stay alive and widowed, it is better to make another plan. Anyway, the eldest sister has been married and can still be a queen, and the women of the Fu family are not affected by this anger.

Yaoqin saw that Fu Xuechan was really angry, and she didn't dare to slack off. Some of Zhao Kuangyi's mansions were his original family servants, and some of them were brought by Fu Xuechan's marriage. Yaoqin didn't dare to support Zhao Kuangyi's people, so she called a very capable family member in the Fu family's mansion, gave some orders, and sent him out.

In the afternoon, the results were there. Yaoqin ran to Fu Xuechan's room in a panic, branched out all the servants and subordinates, closed the doors and windows, and said in Fu Xuechan's ear: "Miss, I inquired." ”

"Say it quickly." Fu Xuechan's heart lifted.

"Your Excellency wasn't in the barracks at all last night." Yaoqin said, "I heard, I heard, the adults have returned to the old house." ”

"The old house?" Fu Xuechan snorted coldly, "Could it be that he is still thinking about that dead ghost Yin Zhenwan?" "The old mansion is nothing more than the old residence of him and Yin Zhenwan. In this way, it is infatuated and pedantic.

"Listen, I heard that there is a new woman in your old house." Yaoqin replied.

"What?" Fu Xuechan's brows furrowed, and her voice became sharp, "Say it quickly!" ”

Yaoqin didn't know if it would cause an uproar when she said this, Miss Fu's temperament was not easy to deal with, but if she concealed it, Miss Fu would know about it in the future, and she would not be spared. He simply gritted his teeth and said, "They said that the lord brought a woman back from outside a few days ago, and she should have known her before." The woman seemed to be injured when she just went back, and the adult personally scrubbed it and invited Lang Zhong. The two nights that the adults didn't come back were there. I also heard that Lord Ííí was very kind to the woman. ”

Yaoqin's words were poured down like a scoop of cold water, good, very good, it turns out that he is not impossible, he is very good. It's only been a few days since she got married, and she did this kind of thing. Fu Xuechan only felt that a wave of heat exploded from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and the whole person was about to explode. Fu Xuechan's fingers twisted the handkerchief, almost tearing it apart.

After a long time, Fu Xuechan calmed down a little and asked Yaoqin, "What is the origin of that woman?" ”

Yaoqin shook her head: "I don't know, I heard the news that the detective came back, it's not a lady." When he first arrived, he was dressed in tatters and wounded, no better than a beggar. ”íêéééé