Da Zhuang's gaze swept over her wet red lips, and explained in a low voice: "Madame hasn't come back so late, I'll look for it." “

He sat on the horse, Qiao Yuan looked up at him, the back of his neck was a little sore, and he didn't notice the unusual tightness between his eyebrows.

"There was a tree in front of me that had fallen, and the carriage couldn't go."

The little beauty complained squeamishly, and when she saw him coming, the whole person relaxed.

Just like before, when something happens, she just needs to sit quietly and wait patiently, and the man will naturally help her solve it.

Just like when Qi Cun rescued Qiao Yuan from Gu Chong's hands, on the way back, he seemed to be blocked by fallen trees.

The familiar scene made Da Zhuang's heart tighten, and he only felt that he wanted to hide the person in his arms more.

But he didn't want Da Zhuang to just turn his head and glance at the road conditions in front of him, his face was flat, and he didn't mean to get off the horse to help at all.

Qiao Yuan looked at him in confusion.

Da Zhuang lowered his head to the beautiful woman's sparkling eyes, trusting him so much.

Qiao Yuan saw that he didn't move, and just couldn't help but speak, but saw him take off his hat and bend down to put it on her head.

This hat is an ordinary hat, made of hay, and is used by ordinary people to shelter from the rain.

Now under the rough hat is a delicate and delicate beauty, and the combination of the two diametrically opposed has a strange beauty of the bright moon being pulled into the world.

Qiao Yuan had never worn such a thing, so he reached out and touched it curiously, and his delicate fingertips felt pricked.

She obediently tilted her head so that the man could help her tie the straps of her hat.

I didn't feel uncomfortable wearing it, but I was a little uncomfortable, the hat was on her head, and her strong hair was dripping down quickly, Qiao Yuan was a little puzzled: "You are doing one-"

Before he finished his sentence, he saw Da Zhuang suddenly lean down and stretched out his hand to pick her up.

Qiao Yuan came back to his senses and was already sitting in front of the horse with a fiery chest behind him.

As soon as his body sank, Da Zhuang took off his coat and draped it on her, and his whole body was drenched in the rain, and Qiao Yuan could hear the sound of raindrops hitting his strong chest.

The robe was too rough for the body that was used to wearing silk and satin, and Qiao Yuan moved unaccustomedly, and was immediately held by his hand.

Qiao Yuan was startled, he couldn't help but struggle in shame, and before he could say a word, the arm around his waist suddenly tightened, and then the horse under him ran.

Fang Cai's series of actions happened too fast, and Zhou Lian didn't have time to stop it, watching the tall man take the Duchess of Zhenguo on the horse, and then carry the person away.

It's like a scene of bandits robbing relatives.

Green Sleeves turned back to Zhou Lian's expression and touched his nose: "Well, Zhou Gongzi doesn't have to worry, that person is ...... The guards of our house.

The lady and the guards rode together, and there was a distance between them, so it would be reasonable to say that things were in a hurry.

Zhou Lian glanced at the figure that was gradually moving away, lowered his head, and thought thoughtfully.

Qiao Yuan didn't know what Da Zhuang in front of him was stimulated again.

The little beauty is used to being held by men, especially when she is used to seeing the meekness and thoughtfulness of Da Zhuang in front of her during this time, she is so angry and angry when she is treated so hard at first glance.

The person behind him still wanted to hug her, but Qiao Yuan broke away from his hand and grabbed the reins himself.

Da Zhuang felt Madame's resistance, and withdrew his hand silently, only wrapped it around her waist to protect Madame from falling.

Horses are good horses, and they run like the wind.

The little beauty is more moisturized on weekdays, eats tea and watches plays, and her hands have only held gemstone jewelry, and she has not even touched the embroidery needle much, where can she grasp the thick and hard reins.

Qiao Yuan was angry at this uncompetitive body, and at the same time scolded this dog man in his heart for being rude.

The clothes on his body are so heavy, and his face hurts so much from the wind.

After a stalemate for a while, Qiao Yuan was still defeated, and when Da Zhuang leaned over tentatively again, he took advantage of the situation and hid in the arms of the person.

Because of the long delay on the road, when I returned to the familiar Zhuangzi, it was already very quiet.

Qiao Yuan was carried away, but fortunately, no one passed by along the way.

Back in the house, Da Zhuang put down his wife and was just about to untie her hat, but was pushed away in the next moment.

Qiao Yuan threw something into his arms with hatred: "You go out." “

A beautiful woman is beautiful even if she gets angry.

The snow-white cheeks were flushed with anger, and the eyes were watery, and they were incredibly vivid.

The big black eyes stared at her, and after a moment of silence, he turned and went out.

Qiao Yuan turned around and entered the inner room angrily, there was a maid waiting for the lamp, and when he heard the movement, he hurriedly greeted him.

"Madame is back, but do you want to take a bath first?"

In order to prevent the lady from coming back from the rain to infect the wind and cold, the hot water in the room has been prepared, and the next person has changed it one by one, and the water temperature is just right at this time.

Qiao Yuan was bumpy all the way, he was already tired, and nodded weakly.

After bathing and changing clothes, lying in the soft quilt, Qiao Yuan's anger in his heart disappeared a little, and he listened to the maid say that Xiao Shizi was fine.

At this time, it was already the third watch, and the maid was about to go out with her changed clothes, when she suddenly sighed strangely.

"It's raining so hard outside, but Madame's clothes are still clean."

Qiao Yuan was stunned, she was wearing a hat and hiding in someone's arms, and she was protected solidly along the way, except for some bumps, not a drop of rain was touched.

But that person is not necessarily, he came back in the rain all the way.

Qiao Yuan shrunk into the quilt, biting his fingertips, thinking about why Da Zhuang was suddenly so abnormal today, as if he was having a seizure.

However, the doctor said that he had blood in his brain, and that he was indeed sick.

When the maid left, she put down the gold silk gauze tent in front of the bed, and the bed room was dim and confused.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and the veil was lifted from within.

It's just that what to worry about people with brain problems.

The little beauty stepped on the embroidered shoes in a hurry, went out of the inner room, opened the door, and suddenly stopped.

The man held the hat in his hand, and obviously had not left since he came back, but he did not make a single movement outside, and was silent like a pillar of lacquer that melted into the night.

Da Zhuang didn't expect Madame to suddenly open the door, his expression was unnatural for a moment, he was silent, and explained: "Madam, I'm keeping vigil, I'll leave when you sleep." “

How long has he been standing here?

Qiao Yuan swept the hem of the clothes that were still dripping and wrinkled his eyebrows, "Come in." “

There were no big strong clothes here, so Qiao Yuan rummaged through them, only finding a clean towel.

Qiao Yuan sat clumsily on the bed and wiped his hair, trying to make a calm appearance: "Da Zhuang, what's wrong with you today?" “

Da Zhuang turned to look at her.

Just got up from the bed, Qiao Yuan didn't know what kind of state he was in now.

The clouds were scattered, the eyes were moist, and the black hair was piled up on the waist, hanging down on the couch, because the two were close, and a few strands of hair fell on the man's shoulders, which was so charming that people were red.

Because he knelt on the edge of the couch, the silk skirt slid up slightly, and the exposed calves were snow-white and slender, without a single flaw.

Da Zhuang suddenly spoke: "Will Mrs. marry in the future?" “

(End of chapter)