As soon as the army entered Beijing, the people welcomed them, but they consciously kept their distance, and the scene was rusty and embarrassing.

Qi Cun sat on the horse with a cold face, and it was at this time that something hit his cheek.

A flower that had just been plucked from the branch slipped from his face, just stuck on the cold armor on his chest.

Qi Cun grabbed the flower and looked in the direction, and there was a beautiful girl standing next to the window of a small building next to her.

Noticing his gaze, she didn't panic at all, her white jade-like fingers propped up in front of the window, and her half-body leaned out, her expression was squeamish and innocent, and her tone was sweet.

"I heard that you beat Hu Nu to the ground, but it really gave us a bad breath."

The street was quiet for a moment, then boiled over, as if breaking some kind of barrier.

Because of Qiao Yuan's leadership, the people also began to throw things at the soldiers.

There were flowers, handkerchiefs, and even soldiers who were hit on the head by melons and fruits, causing a burst of good-natured laughter.

Qi Cun, as the leader, almost overwhelmed him with gifts from all sides, but the original flower on the armor was always worn, and he didn't take it off when he entered the palace.

His Majesty saw Qi Cun and was overjoyed.

He laughed at the people below, "Good, good, good." Hibiscus adorns the hood, and the armor worships the king. ”

Back at the house, the housekeeper at the door looked at the returning Qi Cun with a smile, and asked, "Does Master Hou have a favorite woman?" Which girl gave it and Ti Hibiscus, you have to cherish it. ”

The housekeeper was the general who took Qi Cun when he first joined the army, and after he was injured and retreated, Qi Cun took him to the mansion to take care of things.

Qi Cun paused, and then remembered the squeamish and innocent woman in Xiaolou.

Twisted the hibiscus from the armor, and under the heavy and cold armor, the hard heart was more soft.

……

Because of today's excessive horseback riding, and the sunset a few days ago, the bottom of the body is a little weaker.

When Xiao Yuyu was grooming Qiao Yuan, when she saw the abnormal crimson on her face, she exclaimed, "Madam, why is your face so red?" ”

The thin fingers of the onion took the half-wet handkerchief and brushed it on the cheeks, and the faint flush of the skin under the thin mist made the face even more beautiful.

The black hair behind him had long been scattered, and the waterfall-like green silk hung down, gently shrouding the rounded shoulders.

Under the touch of the thin cold veil, Qiao Yuan realized that the temperature of his face was indeed a little high.

Qiao Yuan exhaled a warm breath: "I probably hit the wind while riding a horse today." ”

Xiaoyu took the handkerchief, lowered his head and cleaned it and replied: "Master Hou is too reckless, he only cares about riding a horse and having fun, regardless of whether your body can stand it, a few days ago, Mrs. fell into the water and was not well, where can you stand this?" The slave maid goes to the small kitchen to cook you a bowl of ginger soup to dispel the cold. ”

Qiao Yuan frowned slightly.

Half an hour later, Qiao Yuan drank the ginger soup, changed into his bedclothes, and the curtains fell.

Qiao Yuan was drowsy and fell asleep after a while.

She had another dream.

This dream was longer than the last time she fell into the water, and the last dream passed in front of her like a horse, and then fell into a white expanse, quickly pulling her into the next scene.

She came to the backyard and saw an extremely luxurious small building, with marble steps and glazed tiles reflecting the harsh sunlight.

Qiao Yuan wore a vermilion streamer dress, and delicately shaped white jade and precious stones hung all over the skirt, reflecting the light of fine fragments.

The skirt is cumbersome and exquisite, and it is clear at a glance that even the most ingenious embroidery girl in Beijing has to be time-consuming and labor-intensive.

It should be at a grand banquet.

Qiao Yuan stood in front of the stairs blankly, came back to his senses, and hurriedly ran towards the main courtyard.

When she arrived at the main courtyard, she couldn't help but be stunned when she saw the scene in front of her.

The main courtyard, which used to be lively, is quiet, and there are still fallen leaves in the courtyard.

The people below all know that Mrs. pays attention to the arrangement, and if she doesn't sweep the fallen leaves like this, if she is seen by Qiao Yuan, she will definitely be reprimanded.

Qiao Yuan subconsciously wanted to find a lazy little girl, but he didn't see anyone when he turned around.

The main courtyard of the Beihou Mansion in the dignified town actually looks like a lifeless empty courtyard.

Qiao Yuan froze in place, then turned around and walked towards Xiaolou.

She was there as soon as she woke up, could it be that Xiaolou had any secrets?

A few maids passed by on the way, straight through Qiao Yuan's body.

This feeling is very novel, Qiao Yuan feels that his body is very relaxed, and he feels that he can fly in such an inconvenient dress.

She was about to walk forward when she suddenly heard the maid's words behind her.

"The lady has only been gone for less than three months, and the Hou Ye brought that one back and placed it in the Baoyue Pavilion, which looks like an eyeball."

"I heard that even the ground in the Moon Pavilion is paved with white jade, and the night pearl is used as a candle, but it's a pity that we can't go in to see it."

They can't, Qiao Yuan can.

She swaggered through the door so that no one could see her.

The maids said it so luxuriously, Qiao Yuan thought that it would be a lively scene of clothes rubbing each other, but who knew that after walking for a long time, he didn't meet a single maid.

Qiao Yuan came to the living room, and a silhouette was reflected in the window.

The figure is slender, the back and neck are slender, holding the flying fairy bun, the hair seems to be still hairpinned with flowers, and the fragrance of flowers wafts in the air.

This is a beauty raised with heart, and she is loved by thousands of people.

Just this silhouette leads to infinite reverie.

Qiao Yuan was a little depressed, and felt sour and astringent in his heart for some reason.

My wife has only been dead for less than three months, and before the mourning period has passed, the newlyweds enter the house.

Qiao Yuan inexplicably didn't want to go through this door to see what the beauty looked like.

Anyway, it's definitely not as good-looking as her, Qiao Yuan is the first beauty in Beijing, she doesn't believe that Qi Cun can find the second one!

Qiao Yuan stood outside the door with an unknown mood and did not leave.

It didn't take long for her to hear footsteps, and it was Qi Cun.

He seems to have just descended from the court, wearing a dark court uniform, with a majestic momentum and strong muscles like iron.

I don't know if it's because of the time difference, the coexistence in the dream is deeper than in reality, and the whole body exudes the breath of being unapproachable.

Qiao Yuan saw Qi Cun's brows wrinkled into a Sichuan character, but he softened the moment he pushed the door in, for fear of frightening his little Jiaojiao.

She is the only audience for this drama, it is her husband who opens the door, and the person in the room is the person on the tip of her husband's heart.

"It's about a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks, Qi Cun married me because of a holy decree, and I didn't dare to bring her back until I died."

Qiao Yuan connected the previous stories of the three of them according to the drawing book he read before going to bed.

In the room, Qi Cun's low voice came from him, just some homely things, Lord Zhou's family added a new kid, and Lord Li quarreled with his wife again.

Qiao Yuan heard him say: "When I went down to the court today, Lord Sun still wanted to invite me to drink flower wine, but I refused with righteousness and solemnity, and sent him a task, so time, it is better to do more practical things." “

His tone was smug, and his words were full of praise.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Yuan listened here for so long, but he didn't hear that beauty's response.

Maybe it's because she has a small voice.

Qiao Yuan didn't doubt it, and looked at the silhouette snuggled together with a complicated mood.

Qiao Yuan woke up slowly, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and he stared blankly at the begonia flowers embroidered with pearls and silver threads on the light gauze curtain, recalling the scene in his dream.