Qi Cun began to move again, but he knew that if he messed around again, maybe Qiao Yuan would drive him to sleep on the side of the road at night, so he had to endure it.

On this trip, Qi Cun had no selfish intentions to arrange a maid, so he took care of everything for Qiao Yuan.

Qiao Yuan has been clothed and fed since she was a child, and when her father was released to Suzhou, she also had a maid to take care of her food, clothing, housing and transportation.

On this trip, I thought it was for fun, and most of the clothes I brought were gorgeous dresses, so although I was so angry in my heart, I couldn't wait to drive out Qi Cun with a look of brilliance in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and Qiao Yuan could only let him serve here.

The routine on his body was that he had taken medicine, and when he felt some kind of soreness, Qiao Yuan was ashamed and angry.

She said that Qi Cun could take her to the hot springs for no reason, it turned out that she had long been uneasy and kind.

He must have known about the outlet of Huatian, so he waited for Qiao Yuan to be scared and then call him.

At that time, he pretended to be quite decent, but now that Qiao Yuan has come back to his senses, what else does he not know, he is really a wolf in sheep's clothing, harboring evil intentions.

How can there be such a brazen person in the world!?

Even on the way, her head was crooked, and she was trying to coax her all day long.

Qiao Yuan ate breakfast angrily, thinking about how to win back a city under his hands.

The guards asked outside the tent if they wanted to go on the road.

During the time when Qiao Yuan was asleep, Qi Cun had already instructed the guards to pack their luggage.

When Qiao Yuan finished breakfast, Qi Cun was about to pick up Qiao Yuan and carry her back to the carriage.

Qiao Yuan glared at him viciously, and now he was carried back, and he was seen by many guards, and he didn't know how to see the joke.

But now he can't walk on his own, and despite the medicine, it is still very inconvenient, so he has no choice but to obey him.

When she came out of the tent, she buried her head in Qi Cun's arms, not daring to look up at the expressions of the guards around her.

In fact, she was too worried, everyone knew that Qi Cun's possessiveness was so strong that they didn't dare to pluck the hair on the tiger's head, and when they saw him coming out with his wife in his arms, they lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at this side at all.

Qi Cun didn't tell Qiao Yuan with a bad heart, enjoying her clinging to him like a vine clinging to a tree.

The morning breeze blows on the body and makes people feel refreshed.

After waiting for the carriage, the little beauty immediately turned her face, climbed onto the embroidered couch, and stayed away from him.

Qi Cun was going to be amused by her innocence, the carriage was so big, where else could she hide, and the final result could only be to return to his arms.

But right now, Qiao Yuan had a beautiful face, and seemed to be still angry, Qi Cun didn't dare to recruit her, so he had to withdraw first.

"Ahem, I'll see if there's anything else to pack."

Qiao Yuan pursed his lips and ignored him.

She thought that if she had a straight face and a bad attitude, she could let Qi Cun know how angry she was, and she thought about it, but now that she was in a hurry, she couldn't think of a bad idea to deal with Qi Cun.

As everyone knows, the little beauty hangs her eyelashes, leaving a shadow under her eyes, like being bullied, but she doesn't know how to fight back, so she can only shrink in the corner and lick her injured prey.

The rosy lips are fuller than usual, and there are traces of a storm.

All this fell in the eyes of the man, and almost a glance made his blood boil.

Qi Cun slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, afraid that he would do something that would make Qiao Yuan even more angry next, so he had to get out of the carriage quickly.

The camp had actually been almost cleaned up, and Qi Cun had hardly slept all night, only getting up after a while with Qiao Yuan at dawn, so things had already been arranged.

Qiao Yuan stayed in the carriage, his body was sore, and he was even more impetuous.

Qi Cun couldn't see that she was angry, so he just threw her here and left?

Shouldn't she be coaxed? Sure enough, the world is as black as a crow.

Qiao Yuan had forgotten that he had sworn to tell himself that he would respect Qi Cun as a guest.

Qiao Yuan walked into the cage set up by Qi Cun step by step, stepped into the quagmire step by step, fell into it, and couldn't break free.

She was aggrieved and tearful, secretly hurting herself, and suddenly felt someone pulling her hair.

Qi Cun didn't know when he came back, with black hair and black eyes, a handsome face, and dew on the hem of his clothes.

Qiao Yuan was stunned, feeling that his head moved, and something was put in.

A rich floral fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose.

Qi Cun took a step back, took out a small bronze mirror, and held it up in front of her.

"Is it pretty?"

A beautiful face appeared in the bronze mirror, with hibiscus like a face and willow like an eyebrow.

There was no maid to comb Qiao Yuan's hair, and she naturally couldn't comb it herself, so her hair was handed over to Qi Cun to take care of during this time.

Fortunately, he saw too many maids combing Qiao Yuan's hair, and he had also practiced quietly touching his hair, and he really combed it well.

Qiao Yuan's hair was so thick and dense that he tied part of it into a simple bun.

The rest of the hair was naturally draped behind his back, black and smooth, and Qi Cun always wanted to touch it unconsciously.

When lying on the bed, the head of green silk is spread on the quilt, always revealing a different kind of charm.

Now, in the black clouds, there is no jewelry, only a delicate begonia.

Qiao Yuan raised her hand and touched it in a daze, and the delicate petals kissed her fingers lightly.

Qi Cun gently hugged her, forehead against forehead, dark eyes deep.

The lips were so close that Qiao Yuan felt his lips open and close as he spoke, brushing her lips as if they were nothing.

"Don't be angry, okay?"

Her voice was familiarly low, especially at some point, too hoarse to hear.

Such a voice should have commanded thousands of troops and horses on the battlefield and scolded Fang Xuan.

Now it was deliberately darkened, trying to hide the aggression in it, in the quiet carriage, when all voices were cut off.

The beast restrained its aggressiveness and coaxed its temper-losing wife.

As the carriage moved, Gongzhou got closer and closer.

Gongzhou is a corner of the Daji territory, which has never been taken seriously, and if an official is sent out to be an official here, it is generally considered to be a leftward move.

If it weren't for the fact that this disaster relief incident was too big, the Holy Lord would not have set his sights here.

After a month's journey, the carriage finally arrived in Gongzhou in three days.

In the evening, there were no people to find accommodation, so the convoy set up tents for the night as usual.

When the guards came to inform him that the meal was ready, Qi Cun was braiding Aimi's wife.

Under the candlelight, Qiao Yuan sat on the couch, bowing his head and turning his handkerchief boringly.

She slept in the carriage all day, her hair in a loose bun, and a few strands of broken hair hanging down her ears.

The dim light spread on the beautiful face, adding a jade-like brilliance.

Beauty is like a flower across the clouds.

Qi Cun stood behind her, skillful, obviously used to this kind of thing.

The green silk in the hand is warm and smooth, and there is a faint fragrance.