The next morning, Da Zhuang was going to be on duty during the day, and when he was not yet on duty, he opened his eyes, gently withdrew the hand holding his wife, and quietly lifted the quilt and sat up.

Qiao Yuan has always slept until he woke up naturally, and in a daze, he felt the heat source leave, rubbed his pillow uncomfortably, turned around, and his black hair spread out half of the bed, revealing a small half of his face as soft as jade.

Da Zhuang's heart was about to soften into a puddle of water, and he tucked the quilt for his wife, and dropped a kiss that he could barely feel.

Due to the arrival of the festival, the Zhuangzi began to wash and sweep, and sprinkled special herbal water on all corners to prevent any poisonous insects from approaching.

When Da Zhuang went out, he bumped into a guy holding a box.

The little maid recognized that this was the big celebrity next to the Duchess of Zhenguo, and begged for mercy in fear.

The box was filled with things that had been cleaned up during the cleaning, and they had fallen out of the ground in a mess.

An old picture scroll rolled down to the man's feet.

Da Zhuang frowned, but he didn't embarrass the little guy, and bent down to pick up the scroll. The scroll was a little loose on the way down, and as soon as the man's hand touched it, the scroll fell apart.

The person in the painting wears a stomach and armor, and a red cloak behind him drags the ground, his appearance is majestic and unusual, and he glares angrily at everyone, and the painter hates to add three heads and six arms to him, and the momentum is almost terrifying.

Da Zhuang's careless eyes swept to the face of the person in the painting, and he paused, staring at the person in the painting: "Who is this?" “

The style of painting is slightly rough, and the facial features of the person in the painting are almost distorted, and no one can associate this painting with a real person, like a door painting pasted on the door of an ordinary person.

The little servant's face turned pale: "This is the old thing that the slave collected before, maybe it is a heroic soldier of the previous dynasty." “

The storm gradually condensed in the big strong eyes.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, the little guy cried and confessed with a sad face: "It's the Zhenguo Gong who has gone!" “

The name of Zhenguo Gong was spread all over Daji, and there was a saying that children could stop crying at night in the early days.

Some people even hang the portrait of Zhenguo Gong in the room, which is said to ward off evil spirits.

Later, the emperor felt that it was unlucky to use the portrait of a living person, so he forbade this practice and destroyed all the portraits.

This painting was secretly imitated by the little guy at that time, and it was only taken out to worship when it hit an evil thing, and it was usually not dared to let people know, only pressed at the bottom of the box.

"I beg the adults not to say it, and the slave will throw away the painting."

The little guy hurriedly put the painting away, but saw the adult pinching the scroll tightly, and the green tendons in his hands burst out.

With a tear, the scroll was torn in half.

Turning around and walking back to the room, when the hand was about to push the door open, he made a pause, as if he had unloaded the stump, stood straight in front of the door, was silent for a long time, turned around and tidied up the hem of his clothes, and went out as if nothing happened.

The atmosphere of the ceremonial hall today is particularly heavy, and many "colleagues" feel that the wind and rain are coming, and there is a tendency for black clouds to overwhelm the city.

In the evening, Qiao Yuan was having dinner, but he saw that Da Zhuang, who had returned late for the past few days, suddenly came back early today.

The man's face was calm, and as soon as he sat down, he smelled the smell of wine.

Qiao Yuan weakly blocked his wine glass back.

Today, the people below sent the wine to worship the ancestors during the Yulan Festival, and Qiao Yuan opened an altar curiously.

The wine is mellow, obviously not comparable to the fruit wine that Xiao Qiao Meiren drinks on weekdays, whether it is Qi Cun or Da Zhuang, she will not be allowed to touch such a strong wine.

Today's Da Zhuang is a little different.

The man looked at Qiao Yuan's face for a while, and suddenly smiled: "Spirits hurt the body, don't drink too much." ”

She was allowed to drink too.

Qiao Yuan happily took out the wine glass hidden behind the bowl, didn't think much about it, just took it as an exception for the festival, and took the initiative to pour him a glass too.

Da Zhuang played with the wine glass, stared at the little beauty for a long time, and drank the wine glass.

His eyes never left his wife, and his eyes were dark, like a fierce beast hidden in the shadows at the ordinary hunting opportunity.

The wine was really strong, Qiao Yuan howled tentatively, and the next moment he was choked and coughed.

The hot taste burned from the tip of her tongue to her throat, Qiao Yuan's eyes were red, and Da Zhuang poured her a cup of cold tea, which was still spicy.

Qiao Yuan nestled in the man's arms, his fingers tugging at his clothes, tears in his eyes: "This wine is not good at all, it is too strong, it is not as good as the osmanthus wine you brewed in the old years." “

"Osmanthus wine?" Da Zhuang caught the things that were too abrupt in Qiao Yuan's words, I have only known my wife for a few months, I am afraid that it is not the osmanthus wine brewed with Zhenguo, I am just the lady in her heart.

This word was learned from the words that Mrs. read, and that night, Mrs. had to pester him to read the book to sleep, and the characters who used to despise him are now such a person.

She coughed so much that the tails of her eyes were red, her eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and everything in front of her seemed to be covered with a veil.

Da Zhuang wiped her tears, and her fingertips were stained with water: "If you don't let you drink, you will always remember it, and it would be good to eat a lesson once." “

Qiao Yuan burst into tears uncomfortably, and when he heard him say this, he was so angry that he hit him several times.

said that it was a beating, and the force that fell on the body was so light that it was almost nothing, and it was obviously a beauty that was so delicate that one finger could poke it down, and she always wanted to provoke something unknown.

But she didn't know that looking ordinary, seemingly harmless things, often made her suffer a big loss.

Qiao Yuan's vision became more and more blurred, and his consciousness seemed to be soaked in soft cotton.

I don't know how long it took, the face in his sight got closer and closer, Qiao Yuan looked at the man's lips opening and closing: "Madam, why don't you let the next person put red beans in the rice dumplings?" “

Qiao Yuan looked at the face close at hand, her facial features were deep, she reached out and touched it, her fingertips slid from the high bridge of her nose to her thin lips.

"Because...... You can't eat it. “

Da Zhuang's eyes flashed the man's clothes that his wife had given him before, and he didn't know if he could eat red beans, how could his wife know.

Maybe it's not that he can't eat it, it's that the "man" can't eat it.

Qiao Yuan's consciousness became more and more softened, his eyes were confused, the flush gradually spread from his cheeks, and the tip of his nose was also dyed rouge, which was full of vivid color.

Da Zhuang closed his eyes and asked the last question: "Why doesn't Madame use that bottle of mouth grease?" “

Qiao Yuan just wanted to sleep at this time, buried in his arms, and willfully didn't hear it.

Da Zhuang dug out her head, held her face with both hands, and asked again persistently.

What kind of experience is it to be annoyed by someone around you all the time when you want to sleep.

Qiao Yuan was finally woken up, and opened his watery eyes: "It's not because you don't like nectar!" “

said that it tasted too sweet and greasy, who told him to eat it all the time, how can there be such a domineering person in the world.

Da Zhuang's heart was completely cold.

He is really a kind of conjecture, and the conjecture of many days has been hammered, and a seed called jealousy has sprouted wildly.

He thought it was because his wife didn't like it, but he didn't expect it to be because her deceased husband didn't like it.

(End of chapter)