Qiao Yuan felt that Da Zhuang's attitude was a little strange recently.

For example, on this day, Zhuangzi invited a troupe to sing a new script that has recently become popular in Beijing.

It's about the male protagonist being forced to separate from the female protagonist, and the ambitious female partner looks three points similar to the female protagonist, and takes advantage of the weakness when the male protagonist is sad.

Fortunately, in the finale, everyone exposed the face of the female supporting actress, and the beautiful Hua Dan and the handsome little life were finally reunited, hugging and crying.

An old student sang on the side: "Marriage has been destined since ancient times, even if the villain is a hindrance halfway, it is just a dream after all." “

Green Sleeves couldn't help but nodded: "That's the reason, sometimes you have to have it in life, and it's better not to force it when there is no time in life." “

Qiao Yuan has always been able to cry when he looks at a script, not to mention that everyone on the stage is singing well, the story is fascinating, and after watching a scene, his eyes are red.

"That's it, this Miss Zhao is so hateful, obviously Zhang Sheng and Miss Li are so compatible."

Qiao Yuan wiped his tears, and when he turned around, he found that Da Zhuang had returned.

He didn't know how long he had been standing in the back, his face pale.

Qiao Yuan was startled and complained: "Why didn't you make a sound when you came back, what are you doing standing here in a daze." “

Da Zhuang listened to the float on the stage, "People are talented men and women, a pair of good couples made in heaven, where is you who are not right-hearted", he smiled.

"I see that Madame is fascinated, so I can't disturb it."

Qiao Yuan always felt yin and yang weird when she heard it, and looked at Da Zhuang's face, as if she was thinking too much.

Fortunately, Da Zhuang quickly returned to normal, took out a handkerchief to wipe his wife's tears, and his fingers paused at the corners of his reddish eyes, and soon left again.

What kind of good couple made in heaven, he prefers the latecomer to prevail.

A man who is dead.

The two went back to the house.

Qiao Yuan didn't notice that Da Zhuang is becoming more and more presumptuous now, even if he stayed overnight before, he only came at night, but now even if it is a blue sky and a white day, he can enter the house calmly, and if he is fine, he will stay for several hours.

Because of the tradition of worshipping ancestors during the Yulan Festival, Qi's mother went back to the countryside a few days ago, and now the Gongfu sent someone to urge Qiao Yuan to return home.

It's a serious hostess, and this kind of thing can't be said without showing up.

Qiao Yuan didn't plan to live in the mansion for long, there were many people there, and it was far from being as clean as the village.

Green Sleeves is packing up his baggage outside.

Qiao Yuan was tidying up the makeup box, admiring his jewelry, and turned back to the man who lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Da Zhuang, do you want to go back with me?"

After so long, his amnesia doesn't seem to be getting better at all, and if he returns to a familiar environment, he may be able to remember some.

Da Zhuang was watching them pack their luggage, but suddenly heard his wife ask him, and was slightly stunned.

"Ma'am, this doesn't make sense."

Qiao Yuan picked out the jewelry she didn't like from the makeup box, she liked the new and hated the old very much, and the red coral bracelet sent by the Treasure Pavilion a month ago had now lost interest.

She lowered her head and pulled in the makeup box, while reassuring: "Don't worry, no one dares to say anything about you." “

Da Zhuang watched his wife pick for a long time, and finally picked out a pearl necklace inlaid with gold patterns, and compared it in front of the mirror, the delicate white flesh was more lustrous than the lustrous pearls.

The light inside was dimmer than outside, and in the hazy light, the man was almost dazzled by the halo.

Da Zhuang curled the corners of his lips: "That's a big disturbance." “

The carriage stopped at the gate of the Zhenguo Mansion, and Qiao Yuan looked up at the pair of familiar stone lions, and was in a trance for a moment.

Her last memory of this place was only the heavy expressions of the people around her in the house.

When the funeral was held in the house, she accidentally caught a cold at night, moved to a secluded courtyard due to illness, and occasionally dreamed back at midnight, and the sharp suona sound could still come in through the cracks in the closed windows.

A slight coolness rose from his back, and in the next moment, a warm touch came from his fingertips.

Da Zhuang held her hand and said with concern: "Madam, what's wrong with you?" “

The eyebrows are deep, as familiar as ever.

Qiao Yuan raised his eyes and touched his face, and suddenly had a sense of absurdity that he didn't know what year it was.

Da Zhuang saw that Mrs. was still stunned and looked at his face, as if he had not come back to his senses, and raised his hand to hug her.

The body of the beauty in the arms trembled almost invisibly, Da Zhuang's eyes were cloudy, and his face was still calm: "But I'm tired, I'll ask the coachman to enter the house like this." “

He is not like other noble sons who like to smoke all kinds of precious incense on their clothes, and there is only a refreshing aroma of soaphorn on his body.

Qiao Yuan was wrapped in this aura, his thin white fingers grabbed the placket of his clothes, and he lowered his eyes and did not speak.

The eyelashes trembled slightly, and the snowy skin was beautiful, quietly lying in his arms, and the man was full of imprisoning arms around her waist, like a frightened little finch.

Da Zhuang was not in a hurry, and gently followed the lady's back, and landed a gentle and dense light kiss on that smooth and tender face.

After a long time, the person in his arms moved his head, and the little beauty felt that her face was kissed a little painfully, and she must have been red, and she wanted to be angry, so she glared at him coquettishly.

After entering the mansion, Qiao Yuan was dragged by several housekeepers to listen to their reports on the affairs of the mansion during this time, so he had to let Da Zhuang go back to the main courtyard where they lived before.

The maid cautiously looked up at the strange masked man.

Although he can't see his face, he is more majestic than ordinary men, his posture is vigorous, and his muscles are bulging with his clothes.

The maid didn't dare to look at it more, so she took the person and left.

Da Zhuang slowly crossed the threshold.

The Guogong Mansion is illustrious, and the deceased Zhen Guogong seems to love his wife very much and let her toss.

The interior is lavishly furnished, with intricately patterned Persian carpets on the floor.

Shangjing also has the power to use this kind of expensive material, but this piece of the house is obviously not ordinary, and the strange thing is that this carpet is not spliced together by a few pieces of material, but a complete piece of material, which fits tightly with all corners and is natural.

When the master is not there, the people below do not dare to slack off, and they will clean up every day.

Da Zhuang swept through every part of the room, turned his feet, passed through the pear wood screen, and came to the inner room.

Compared with the gorgeous and dignified outer room, although the inner room is also luxurious, it has a little more secret and charming, and there is a dark fragrance floating in the room.

Da Zhuang only smelled it slightly, and knew that this was his wife's favorite agarwood incense.

The house was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Familiar because the room where Mrs. Zhuangzi lives is very similar to here, and the style is roughly the same, but what is unfamiliar is that there are obviously a few more different atmospheres here.

I don't know if Zhen Guogong left too hurriedly at the beginning, and then Qiao Yuan moved to another place, although there were no men's things in this room at a glance, but if you look closely, you can detect some traces that have not been cleaned up.

For example, a few glass cups on the small table were mixed with a simple wooden cup that obviously did not meet Qiao Yuan's preferences, such as the men's belt protruding from a pile of skirts in the cabinet, and the military book with a small number of pads.

Da Zhuang's face was gloomy, looking at this room that was full of possessiveness, intentionally or unintentionally.

The ghost lingers.

(End of chapter)