Qi Cun came back from the barracks just now and stepped into the main courtyard.

Jin Shu was wiping a vase, saw Hou Ye, blessed his body, and then withdrew.

Qi Cun's complexion remains unchanged.

Through the screen, there is a beauty lying on the beauty couch, which vividly interprets what it means to be alive and fragrant.

Jet-black and soft green silk was spread on the pillow, like soft shiny satin.

The beauty leaned sideways slightly, revealing a small half of her face as hazy and stunning as a distant mountain.

Qiao Yuan had actually woken up, and he knew it when Qi Cun came in, but he didn't open his eyes, wanting to see what he would do.

Unexpectedly, Qi Cun didn't seize the opportunity to move his hands and feet, like a righteous gentleman, waiting for his wife to wake up.

If she hadn't felt eyes fall on her, she would have thought he was out.

This gaze is like substance, and it does not hide its covetousness, as if it is better to calculate where the prey in front of you is better to take a bite.

Qiao Yuan was like sitting on pins and needles under such a gaze, and he couldn't put it on anymore.

She took out a handkerchief to cover her face, and Weng's angry voice came out through the veil: "Don't look at indecent things!" ”

The handkerchief is made of light gauze, which can't block anything at all, and the delicate silhouette is more visible, but it has more charm.

The purple veil fluctuated slightly with his breathing, inexplicably revealing a scarlet twist.

Qi Cun was afraid that she would be bored, so he took off his handkerchief and helped him up, and his low voice came into Qiao Yuan's ears, counting the interesting things that happened today.

Qiao Yuan didn't reply, his voice was soft, leaning lazily against Qi Cun, and his voice was sticky when he just woke up.

All that was left in the room was whispering.

Jin Shu walked in hesitantly.

Qiao Yuan looked at her with a different expression, and his heart jumped for some reason.

"Madam, something happened to Qiao's house."

……

When he was hunting in the autumn before, Qiao Yuan saw that his mother had something on his mind, and now his premonition has come true.

The Qiao family is a hundred-year-old family, with a lot of heirs, the mansion is magnificent, and Mrs. Qiao is very strict.

Along the way, there were constantly maids saluting the eldest lady who had returned home.

Although they behaved moderately, there was still a trace of panic on their faces.

Without him, the mistress of Qiao's Mansion, the dignified and elegant lady, is actually clamoring to reconcile and leave!

Qiao Yuan walked into his mother's yard, and the first to greet him was Qiao's father, who was at a loss.

Qiao's father has a handful of beautiful hair, although he is over forty years old, he does not like to take care of mundane things, and is intoxicated with things like flowers and snow, and at this age he can still attract the little girl's heart.

As soon as he saw Qiao Yuan, he seemed to have found a rescuer: "Ah Yuan, you quickly persuade your mother to ......"

Qiao Yuan was a little impatient: "Dad, as soon as you came up, you asked me to persuade A-Niang, shouldn't you say that you made a mistake to make A-Niang so angry?" ”

Qiao's father was stunned and hesitated.

He just wanted to take a concubine, and in the past, Mrs. simply nodded her head every time, but this time there was such a big battle for some reason.

Qiao's father said, "I don't accept this concubine." “

As soon as Qiao Yuan heard this, he knew what was going on, and he couldn't help but feel chills in his heart.

Qiao's father was born in a family and read poetry and books, but he had the amorous disease of the literati, and his personality was amorous.

But in the eyes of outsiders, these are all very normal, which man is not three wives and four concubines?

Qiao's mother drove all the maids out of the room and sat on the bed in a daze.

Since she married into the Qiao family, she has served her in-laws and raised her children, becoming a model of a big woman in the eyes of the world.

Qiao's father carried people to the house year after year, and she didn't say much, and she also thought that she had fulfilled her responsibilities for the children of the concubines below.

I thought it would be time to adapt to such days, but when Qiao's father told her three days ago that she was going to bring a new person into the house, she realized that she couldn't do it.

She asked herself, was she really going to live like this for the rest of her life trapped in the mansion and watching her husband pamper the newcomer?

Qiao's mother was in a trance, and felt a warm body in her arms, she subconsciously hugged it tightly, and muttered in her mouth.

"That girl, she's younger than you."

Her face was dark and haggard, and it was clear that she was in torment.

Qiao Yuan saw that she was rubbing something in her hand, and took it out to see that it was a long-life lock.

It is the longevity lock that Qiao Yuan wore when he was one year old.

Her nose was sore, and Qiao's mother was still thinking about whether her behavior would implicate her daughter at this time.

With a mother who is divorced, will outsiders gossip about her A-Yuan?

Qiao's mother didn't know what she was talking about: "Ah Yuan, if yes, you ......"

Her hands and feet were cold, and the next moment, her hands were warm.

Her daughter's smile is bright, without a trace of haze, which makes people feel that the Shen Ke on her body has been swept away.

"A-Niang, what you want to do, just do it with confidence."

In the end, Qiao's mother still didn't decide whether to reconcile or not.

The matter is serious, Qiao's mother is the wife of the Qiao family, and the connection with the Qiao family is not broken for a while.

Especially since she is no longer a woman in her twenties and thirties, and a pair of children under her have grown up, others still don't know how to laugh at her.

In the end, Qiao's mother decided to go to the still water nunnery outside the city to live for a while and think it through.

Qiao Yuan went back to the house to pack his bags and planned to accompany A-Niang.

Qi Cun also knew about Qiao's Mansion, even though he was very reluctant in his heart, he couldn't wait to roll around coquettishly and ask Qiao Yuan not to leave, but seeing that Qiao Yuan had made up his mind, he didn't dare to mess around anymore.

Qiao Yuan put her usual tea set into the box, and when she turned her head, she saw him following behind her without leaving his head.

Obviously he was a dignified person outside, but at this time he looked like a poor big wolf dog.

Qiao Yuan was amused by his own imagination.

The incense burner burns with precious incense, and the dark incense floats in the house.

Jin Shu was packing up his clothes outside, and through a hazy gauze tent, the scene inside was vague.

Qi Cun gently hooked the white jade-like little finger, and seeing that the little beauty did not resist, he had to clasp her hand inch by inch.

From the fingertips to the delicate and soft palms, everywhere you go, there is a crispy numbness feeling.

The finger seam is inserted into the finger seam, and the two hands are completely attached to each other without a single gap.

One black and one white, one large and one small, the big hand is almost twice as big as the small one, and can be completely incorporated into the palm of the hand without leaking a little soft white.

Such two worlds of different hands appear in the same picture, which inexplicably makes people blush and heartbeat.

Jin Shu walked in with a big policeman, and saw that his wife's eyes were wandering, and her lips were red, as if she had seen something unbelievable just now.

Hou Ye leisurely grabbed his wife's hand and played with it.

I don't know what's going on, every time Master Hou and his wife are together, obviously they don't do anything, and they, the onlookers, feel hot on their faces.