In the morning, the first rays of sunlight shone in, Yang Qicheng instinctively turned over, and his palms went to his side like a big fence, and he muttered in his mouth: "Xiangxiang." ”

As a result, she was empty, and the lady didn't sleep by her side at all.

Yang Qicheng's eyes opened instantly.

Lady, I didn't stay by my side last night, and I still didn't stay by my side in the morning, Yang Qicheng didn't want to be wronged in his heart.

No, perhaps, the lady is going to the toilet; Perhaps, the lady is in the room......

Yang Qicheng's eyes lit up, he immediately got dressed and got up, went to the thatched house first, was not there, and then went to the room, but he was still not there.

The cook thought that Yang Qicheng was hungry, so she quickly explained: "Master, breakfast will be brought to your room immediately." ”

Yang Qicheng asked with some disappointment: "What about Madame?" Haven't been to the room? ”

The cook wanted to say "no", but when she saw the old man's gray face, she swallowed back the words that came to her mouth: "Master, although the lady did not come in person, she asked the broken lotus to explain, and asked the slave maid to boil the wolfberry duck soup for the master." ”

Yang Qicheng sighed leisurely, lady, I didn't come, no need to ask, for sure, I am still in the embroidery room.

The budding little grievances in Yang Qicheng's heart grew into a towering tree at this moment.

Himself, in order to save the one who was on top, almost died in the fire, but fortunately he only burned his hair, not his head.

But there is no him in the lady's eyes, and she only thinks about her embroidery.

Rao is angry, Yang Qicheng was not willing to go to the embroidery room to find the lady to settle the account, and went back to the bedroom with a bowed head, lying down against the wall like an angry little daughter-in-law, secretly thinking, what old duck soup, that is, the phoenix soup is coming, and Lao Tzu does not drink it.

Lao Tzu, today we must re-establish the Fu Gang.

Yang Qicheng did what he said, and the room brought duck soup, and Yang Qicheng didn't even lift his eyelids, let alone take a sip.

Seeing that it was almost noon, Yan Fangxiang finally returned to the bedroom.

Yang Qicheng simply closed his eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep, and the grievances in his heart expanded even more infinitely, like a dog who was afraid of being abandoned by his master.

Yan Fangxiang glanced at the duck soup warm on the small stove, and said to herself: "Why haven't you woken up yet?" Can't go hungry if you sleep like this? ”

Yan Fangxiang filled a bowl of duck soup, scooped it with a spoon, and blew it warm with her mouth.

After that, he leaned down and whispered in Xianggong's ear: "Xianggong, can you drink soup and sleep again?" ”

Yan Fangxiang's thoughtful words were like a handful of ganlin, which instantly soothed some of Yang Qicheng's grievances.

Yang Qicheng struggled inwardly, wanting to stop putting on a face, but felt unwilling; I want to continue to put on a face, but I'm afraid that I won't forgive him if I put on my wife.

How do you find the bottom of the stairs?

Yang Qicheng chose "half pendulum and half non-pendulum", from twisting his body to lying on his side, turning back a little, and becoming lying on his back, but he didn't open his eyes, pretending not to wake up completely, and watched how the lady behaved next.

Yan Fangxiang is from a female celebrity family, and her eyesight is not comparable to ordinary people, and she clearly observed Yang Qicheng's trembling eyelashes.

Alas, what a big kid who doesn't grow up.

Yan Fangxiang scooped the soup with a spoon, personally handed it to Xianggong's lips, and said softly: "Xianggong drink soup, the temperature is just right." ”

Yang Qicheng didn't want to open his mouth and continue to make corrections, but his mouth was faster than his head, and he opened his mouth like a fledgling, enjoying the lady's personal feeding.

The two bowls of soup went down, and all the grievances of Yang Qicheng disappeared, not to mention ironing more in his heart, and pointed at his mouth with "grievances": "Lady, did you leave something behind?" ”

Yan Fangxiang racked her brains: "Does Xianggong want to eat staple food?" Steamed bread? Cooked rice? Gruel? Or ......"

Yang Qicheng's head shook like a rattle, and he didn't guess right at all, so he had to reveal the answer himself: "Lady, what you asked the guy to boil for me is wolfberry duck soup that defeats fire, this is not just soup, not medicine for defeating fire, what will you give me every time I finish taking medicine?" ”

Yan Fangxiang laughed and laughed, and finally knew what Yang Qicheng said, "What is left behind", what it is.

Every time Yang Qicheng was injured and drank the medicine, Yan Fangxiang would habitually give him a candy.

However, this time, it's obviously a tonic soup, where is the medicine?

The wounded are greater.

Yan Fangxiang rubbed Yang Qicheng's short hair dotingly: "Okay, okay, my father-in-law was 'seriously injured' and took 'tonics', so I'll go get candy ......"

Yan Fangxiang stood up to get candy, but was suddenly pulled by Yang Qicheng, pressed the back of his head with one hand, and suppressed his lips domineeringly, until Yang Qicheng kissed himself almost suffocated, and then bit Yan Fangxiang's lower lip punitively with his teeth: "This, sweeter than sugar." ”

Yan Fangxiang stroked the bitten lower lip flap, and said ashamedly: "You belong to a dog, and you still bite ...... upper mouth."

Yang Qicheng snorted heavily: "I'm punishing you for having no conscience, the husband is injured, you don't say that you don't accompany you as a lady, you haven't been a female celebrity day and night, and there is no me in your eyes at all, hum......"

Yan Fangxiang picked up a lacquer box from the small table and stuffed it into Yang Qicheng's arms: "You have no conscience, who did I not sleep for this night, and I am not afraid that you will be made fun of and lose ......face on a business trip tomorrow."

Yang Qicheng opened the box suspiciously and found that there was a jet-black bun inside, which was densely woven and natural, just like the real thing.

Yan Fangxiang picked up the bun and helped fit it on Yang Qicheng's hair, clamped it tightly, and couldn't pull it off if she pulled it hard, so she took the bronze mirror and let Yang Qicheng admire it himself.

Yang Qicheng miraculously changed back into a handsome guy with a bun.

Yang Qicheng couldn't help but be amazed, the lady didn't close her eyes all the time, and she actually made a bun before he went on a business trip......

Speaking of the lady's craftsmanship, it is really very incomparable, lifelike, and the same as growing on his own head.

Yan Fangxiang explained that this bun was for a small handful of real hair from each guard, which was woven on the deerskin piece one by one.

I didn't close my eyes for eight or nine hours in a row, and it wasn't done until just now, but I was picked up by the prime minister, and Yan Fangxiang still felt wronged.

Yang Qicheng suddenly felt guilty, and directly pulled Yan Fangxiang onto the bed, and reached out to take off his coat.

Frightened, Yan Fangxiang immediately pulled her clothes, and looked ashamed: "Xianggong, in broad daylight, don't ...... like this"

Yang Qicheng pulled the quilt, covered Yan Fangxiang and tucked it up, and teased: "Lady, I just want you to make up for sleep, what do you want?" ”

Yan Fangxiang was so ashamed that she pulled up the quilt and covered her face.

Yang Qicheng burrowed into the quilt with a dead face, licked Yan Fangxiang's little ears, and murmured: "When the lady makes up for sleep, I will make up for sleep......"

Yan Fangxiang would not simply think that someone's make-up sleep is just a simple make-up sleep.

Yan Fangxiang was ashamed to get out of the quilt, desperately pressed the quilt with her hand, and punitively prevented Yang Qicheng from coming out.

Yang Qicheng laughed stupidly in the quilt, and while Yan Fangxiang was a little slack, his brain shell drilled out of the quilt, and discussed with Yan Fangxiang: "Lady, you make up for sleep first, when you are almost rested, can you, can you help me get out of a wig bun before the day after tomorrow?" ”

Yan Fangxiang gave Yang Qicheng a roll of his eyes: "Xianggong, this bun is finely maintained, it is enough for your hair to grow, what are you going to do with another one?" You don't want to change your hairstyle, do you? ”

Yang Qicheng waved his hand again and again: "It's not me, it's not me." Yes, it was for a brother who experienced the fire together. As for who it is, I, it's not convenient to say. ”

Yan Fangxiang was helpless: "It's inconvenient for you to say, and it's not convenient for me to weave." This bun has to be woven according to the shape of the man's brain, otherwise it won't fit the teeth. ”

Yang Qicheng gestured with his two hands, and his mouth was broken: "It should be so big and round?" No, it's so big, so round......"

Yan Fangxiang couldn't cry or laugh: "Xianggong, you should be cutting melons, how big and round are you?" I don't know until I've touched it......"

Yang Qicheng: "......"

Yang Qicheng thought about it for a long time, and finally seemed to have made up his mind: "Okay, you make up for sleep now, I'll ask, and set a time for you to touch your head......"

Yang Qicheng left with a look of death.

Yan Fangxiang didn't take it to heart, closed her eyes and quickly made up for sleep.