Qi Cun looked at the wife in his arms and remembered the several contacts between the two before marriage.

Before Qiao Yuan married Qi Cun, the two had met a few times.

On the summer solstice in Beijing, the red sun fills the sky and the earth, and the fire clouds become mountains.

The traitors in the military camp showed signs and colluded with Hu Nu, and after entering Beijing, they were still reporting to Hu Nu, and Qi Cun secretly investigated and collected evidence.

And the most recent joint is in Yunjing Pavilion.

Yunjing Pavilion is a famous and elegant place in Shangjing, with a mixture of fish and dragons.

In order not to startle the snake, Qi Cun asked his subordinates to open a box and let the secret guards take turns guarding the building.

When he was drinking tea in the cubicle, the door of the box was pushed open, and the little girl of the glossary rushed in, saw someone in the cubicle, and shouted.

"Let's have a cold tea."

This is treating him as a shopkeeper.

Today, one of Qiao Yuan's favorite famous characters rehearsed a scene in Yunjing Pavilion, this famous actor sang and did all the beautiful and beautiful, and he was famous for a while, and it was not easy to listen to his play.

For this reason, Qiao Yuan begged Jinshu to cover for him and sneaked out quietly.

When he arrived at Yunjing Pavilion, Qiao Yuan went directly into the room he was accustomed to booking.

Xiao Er didn't move.

Qiao Yuan took off the cone hat and sat crookedly on the soft floor, thinking that he didn't hear it, so he shouted again weakly, and then he heard the footsteps coming.

The man stopped beside Qiao Yuan.

Qiao Yuan looked out the window and nodded, "Pour tea." ”

The man didn't move again.

Why didn't this little two move, will Yunjing Pavilion teach people.

Qiao Yuan was about to turn around, his palm sank, and he put a teacup.

She drank the cold tea, felt refreshed, and waved her hand back.

Qiao Yuan's dress has always been a gorgeous crown dress, beautiful and beautiful, but flashy, she came from the house, and she was already sweating.

She pulled open the placket, revealing a snow-white collarbone, which made her feel cooler.

After catching a glimpse of a figure, Qiao Yuan chuckled in his heart, pulled up his clothes, turned his head and scolded: "Why are you still here....."

A grim face came into view.

"Zhenbei Hou?"

It has been more than a month since Qi Cun entered Beijing, and this is the second time they have met.

Qi Cun swept over her surprised face.

Qiao Yuan was wearing a snow-green light gauze skirt that day, and her skin was like a cold white jade, her fair face was steamed by the heat and was pink, her color was like spring dawn, and the flowers on her forehead were gorgeous.

The noble daughter of the family brought her up suddenly, and she should greet the Hou of Zhenbei: "The Hou Ye is well." ”

Seeing that there was no one left and right, the wicked person sued first: "Why is Master Hou in my wing?" ”

Qi Cun looked at the girl in front of him who had just given him a salute and turned to question him with confidence, and took a long time: "This girl, I booked this room." ”

Qiao Yuan was straightforward: "This is the territory I often come to. ”

She often sneaks out to watch the play, and every time she comes to this wing, the second child of Yunjing Pavilion is familiar with her.

Qi Cun couldn't deny it, and said: "Is it yours that you often come, and your name is not written in this room." ”

The next moment, Qiao Yuan told him that there was.

"What didn't I write my name, well, that's it." She pointed to the teacup in Qi Cun's hand.

There is a small word engraved on the wall of the cup - Yuan.

Qi Cun suddenly thought that he had used this teacup just now, and his lips were thin and rolled over the small word.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qiao Yuan raised his eyebrows triumphantly and was about to drive him out.

Qi Cun slowly swept her smart eyebrows, "I also spent two silver taels to book this room." ”

Qiao Yuan's eyes widened slightly, she relied on her family background to look good, and she was used to being domineering in Shangjing, and it was the first time she had met someone who didn't let her.

There was the sound of bamboo silk outside the window, and the play had begun.

At this time, it is too late to let Xiao Er change his room, and the view here is the best.

Qiao Yuan had no choice but to reluctantly embarrass and said, "Hmph, then I'll be generous and share it with you, next time Hou Ye won't have such good luck." ”

Obviously, Qi Cun spent two silver taels, and Qiao Yuan naturally showed that he took advantage of it.

The melodious babbling sounded and Qiao Yuan's favorite famous character appeared, she didn't care about it, she leaned on the window, and looked down intently.

The body is delicate and delicate, and the green silk is scattered like a cloud.

There was a rhythmic knock on the door of the wing, which was the code that had been booked.

Qi Cun glanced at Qiao Yuan, who was engrossed in watching the play, and turned around and went out.

The matter came to light, and the stolen goods were obtained, and the traitors were brought down.

The man was gagged, and his eyes were dead.

Qi survived the name of the king of Hades, the means are ruthless, everyone knows at the border pass, and death in his hands is liberation.

The subordinates knew that Qi Cun was not a person who liked silk music, and he was not close to women, if it wasn't for the investigation of the case, he basically wouldn't set foot in this kind of Fengyue place, so he asked if he would prepare a carriage to go back to the barracks.

Unexpectedly, his marquis refused without hesitation.

When Qi Cun came out, he heard that the scene downstairs was already in the climax, and everyone's eyes were focused on the stage.

The babbling on stage obscured an undercurrent of drama happening offstage.

Qi Cun returned to the wing room, and sure enough, he saw Qiao Yuan still lying on his stomach watching the play.

This girl was too deep into the play, and the handkerchief in her hand was soaked with tears, and tears were dripping like raindrops, as if they could not be finished.

Qiao Yuan's eyes were full of tears, and a clean handkerchief suddenly covered her nose, and before she could react, she heard a low and pleasant voice sound.

"Push hard."

Qiao Yuan subconsciously did so, and the dignified town Beihou helped a little girl blow her nose like this.

Qi Cun's face was indifferent, as if he just couldn't see the little girl's crying face, so he helped a little favor.

Qiao Yuan's face flushed slightly, and he stopped talking.

In the morning, I heard that the people at the border were arrogant and uninhibited, but I didn't expect it to be open to such an extent.

In the end, no one knows where the handkerchief and the teacup went.

.........

The official ladies are all rumoring that this Marquis of Zhenbei, who entered Beijing, is mighty and strong, with a cold face, like a king of Hades who asks for his life.

Qiao Yuan didn't think so, Zhenbei Hou just had a bad appearance, but in fact, he confessed frankly.

After that, Qiao Yuan also met with Zhenbei Hou a few times, and when Zhenbei Hou saw her, he would nod his head from afar, looking very friendly.

.........

When Qiao Yuan woke up, he felt that he was confined in an embrace, and his body couldn't be exerted.

When he finally broke free of Qi Cun's hand, he ran to the entrance of the cave to check the progress of the flowing stone.

The effect is very gratifying, the ground has been piled up to the height of more than half a person, and it should be possible to go out tomorrow.

There is some wind here, which makes Qiao Yuan always feel gloomy behind him.

Qi Cun is still in that position, he shouldn't have woken up yet, Qiao Yuan put his face against his forehead, and looked at the wound again, the gold sore medicine seems to have worked hard, the wound is not festering, but it is still terrifying.

Qiao Yuan looked at Qi Cun's pale lips, pressed them between his fingers, and stared at them for a while.

The fire had burned out, and the cave was dark.

Qiao Yuan consciously nestled into Qi Cun's arms, put his hand on his waist, and tried his best to open the hem of his dress to cover the two of them, buried his head in his neck, and probed his body temperature again, and then fell asleep contentedly after doing this.