The sunset hides the corners of the eaves

Qiao Yuan is now under house arrest, and he can't go anywhere except this courtyard.

When Chanjuan came in, she saw such a scene.

In the last rays of the sunset, the beauty sat on the swing frame, her delicate face pressed against the rope, and her little feet with embroidered shoes landed on the ground boredly.

Even if his expression was wilted, he didn't hide his beautiful face at all, no wonder the news said that the Zhenbei Hou outside was going crazy.

Chanjuan's eyes flashed, and she walked in step by step.

Qiao Yuan glanced up lazily, she couldn't get out of the yard, Chanjuan was afraid that she would be bored, but she often came to play with her.

Zhang Mao actually didn't forbid her to come in, Qiao Yuan's mind flashed through this thought in a daze, but it was scattered by the shaking swing.

Chanjuan stood behind her, gently pushing the swing.

It seems that she also knows that such a beautiful woman made of glass can't stand the intensity too intensely, the strength under her hands is very light, and the height of the swing only rises a little, and then slowly falls back.

The little beauty is really easy to coax, so she was attracted to attention, and her eyes were bright: "Sister Chan, be a little taller." “

Chanjuan's eyes softened and added a little force, but it was also within the controllable range.

A figure flashed quickly through the small door, but accidentally stepped on something and made a noise.

The two were shocked.

Qiao Yuan stepped on the ground, the swing stopped, and he hesitated: "...... Who's that? “

Chanjuan was shocked, and an imperceptible disgust flashed in her eyes: "It's the eldest prince Zhang Li's personal servant, the eldest prince is greedy and lustful, and he likes beautiful women the most, I'm afraid I'm eyeing here." “

Qiao Yuan has never been out of the yard except for that time, and even that time he avoided people, how did Zhang Li see her, I was afraid that someone said something in front of him, so he had the heart of hunting.

Chanjuan looked at her with pity.

Qiao Yuan hung his head, his black hair pressed against his snow-white cheeks, his white jade-like fingers grasped the rope, making him look more and more delicate, and his delicate skirt was spread on the wooden board, which was amazingly beautiful.

The beast is not around, and the delicate flower is still in the greenhouse, releasing the fragrance according to instinct.

But I didn't expect to lose that protective film, the soft petals were no longer tightly accommodated, and a trace of aroma leaked unconsciously attracted coveted insects.

The beauty hung her head, she couldn't see clearly, she must be very scared, did those bright eyes have tears at this time?

Chanjuan couldn't help but put her hand on it: "Don't be afraid, I'll sleep with you tonight." “

Chanjuan said that she slept with her, not that the two of them slept in the same bed, but that they slept in a cubicle, with only a bead curtain separated from the inner room, so that she could hear any movement in the inner room.

The dense green silk is spread on the brocade quilt, thin and soft, the tentacles are warm and cool, and the luster is shiny, and at a glance you know that it has taken countless gold and silver to cultivate.

Chanjuan carefully touched her hair: "This Zhang Li, he really does all kinds of evil on weekdays, but there is a father who is a leader, and he is rampant and domineering in Gongzhou, and the people really dare to be angry and dare not speak." “

She didn't care at all that the person she said was her cousin, and the disgust between her words was almost full.

The beauty fell into the soft futon, faintly revealing half of her snow-white cheeks, and her voice was small: "I heard that the second prince is also in Gongzhou, he has a good reputation, why didn't anyone sue the emperor?" “

Second prince?

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Shi Hui's eyes: "...... It's just a raccoon dog. “

Qiao Yuan raised his head slightly, and was about to ask her why she said this.

Shi Hui met her clear and innocent eyes, and the words that came to her mouth suddenly stopped.

She suddenly understood a little why Zhenbei Hou didn't want his wife to be exposed to these things, and she couldn't wait to build a warm flower room, transplant this delicate flower into it, and never come out.

Dirt is as thick as a black curtain, which is rare and commendable.

Some people desire to defile pure whiteness, while others want pure white to be immaculate forever.

Chanjuan has been in the dark for a long time, and she should have practiced a hard-hearted heart, but she couldn't be ruthless at this moment.

Qiao Yuan tilted his head, obviously still waiting for her answer.

Chanjuan suddenly pinched her face: "In short, they are not good people at all, if they come to you, you don't pay attention to them." “

The little beauty has delicate skin, her strength is not great, and she also leaves a red mark.

She didn't know what would happen tonight, Qiao Yuan covered her red face and replied sullenly.

It's not a hassle to deal with smart people, so Qiao Yuan has never been afraid of what Zhang Zuoling will do to her, but listening to Shi Hui's words, that Zhang Li is obviously not a smart person, thinking about it with the lower half of his body, and he really does something if he can't keep it.

This Chanjuan has nothing abnormal these days, but when she is under the eaves, she has to guard against her.

Qiao Yuan has put a hairpin in her cuffs these days, always ready, she is a weak woman, this is the best way to defend herself.

Chanjuan saw her worry and touched her head: "I'm next door, call me directly if there's anything." “

The night was quiet, and there was a subtle noise from the window.

The sleeping beauty's eyelids moved, and she slowly stretched her hand under the pillow, but before she could pull it out, she was suddenly pressed down.

Qiao Yuan opened her mouth and was about to shout, but a pair of big hands reached over and covered her lips.

She snorted twice, but the next moment she heard a hot breath spraying on the back of her neck.

……

The night was quiet, and there was a subtle noise from the window.

The sleeping beauty's eyelids moved, and she slowly stretched her hand under the pillow, but before she could pull it out, she was suddenly pressed down.

Qiao Yuan opened her mouth and was about to shout, but a pair of big hands reached over and covered her lips.

She snorted twice, but the next moment she heard a hot breath spraying on the back of her neck.

"Daughter-in-law, it's me."

The voice was hoarse and unspeakable, and it struck the heart of the beauty in a dull voice.

The beast just took a nap, and the treasure it guarded was gone, and the wild cage that had been suppressed for many years broke through the iron cage that bound it, and it almost gushed out.

Qi Cun didn't want to hack the thief to death with his own hands, but he hated himself even more.

Why did you involve Qiao Yuan, why didn't you send more people, why did you let her go back alone?

Even if Qiao Yuan beat him and scolded him, he should have left her with a dead face.

The delicate wife has no ability to resist the outside world, and even the wattle grass can cut through her delicate snow skin.

Qi Cun thought of what kind of bad words and bad words Qiao Yuan would suffer in the past few days when he disappeared, maybe there would be a combination of fists and kicks, and his heart seemed to be stirring with a sword.

She is so squeamish, she doesn't eat food if she doesn't suit her appetite, her skin can be red if her clothes are rough, and when others talk loudly, they will be scared to tears, and Qi Cun can hardly imagine what Jiaohua will wither into.

Now holding the lost treasure, Qi Cun's heart, which seemed to have been in sudden arrest for the past few days, revived violently, almost jumping out of his chest, like a drum in this silent night.

The palm is calloused, and the delicate lip flap is a little painful.

Qiao Yuan turned around, a familiar face came into view, his nose was sore, and he threw himself into his thick arms.

Qi Cun held her face, looking at the water color that gradually condensed in those eyes, which was as beautiful as a spar in the moonlight, and looked at the red marks on her lips that were imprinted by his fingers, which were boundless.

Zhenbei Hou, who doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and doesn't believe in Buddhism, hugged this soft body, and squeezed out a thought in his mind.

Thank God.

Qiao Yuan is still the arrogant command, vivid and vivid, and pampered Qiao Yuan.

Chapter 65 is under review again, and it is estimated that it will be finished

I wrote a little bit of intimacy

(End of chapter)