The maid outside the courtyard gate was really sorting out the flowers in the yard, and suddenly heard the sound of the door being opened, and looked up to see the strange man brought back by the lady carrying a sundries bag in his hand.

He was born tall and big, and he was stunned to carry the sundries bag out of the momentum of a heavy sword.

Da Zhuang had a cold face: "Where is the firewood room?"

The maid was stunned, "The slave will lead you." ”

She was about to step forward, but saw the man take a step back, "No need, just tell me the direction."

Good. ”

The firewood room was a mess, and the sundries bags were thrown inside, not conspicuous at all, just waiting to be thrown into the stove and turned into dust.

Da Zhuang walked out and looked at the sky, it was already afternoon when they arrived at the mansion, and it was almost dinner time, and the lady should go back to the room.

He walked back along the way he had come, and was about to push open the door, when his head flared up, a dull ache that had been coming up more and more often, each time it hurt.

Da Zhuang has been having a head disease since he woke up, he thought that he had always had it, since he came to his wife's house, after the house doctor's visit, his wife let him drink medicine every day, saying that it was a cure for head disease.

Since it was the lady who let him drink, there must be some reason for the lady.

After waiting for his head to ease up, Da Zhuang's eyes were black for a while, and only after sorting out his emotions did he push the door in, and through the screen between the outer room and the inner room, he saw his wife lazily half leaning on the soft couch.

She flipped through a book of words with her fingertips, her black hair spread out, and fell on the couch, like a thick and colorful painting scroll.

The beauty seemed to hear the movement, raised her head, and lowered it again.

"I heard that there is a kind of thing called shadow puppetry that has been popular in Beijing recently, you go and buy one to come in."

This topic was a little sudden, and Da Zhuang was stunned: "What? “

He is now well-informed about the news in the capital, and he is no longer the country man who has just entered the city.

The last shadow puppet show left a few months ago, and this kind of performance is not fixed, and it is performed wherever it goes.

Qiao Yuan flipped through the script, and it could be seen that his mind was not on it, and he was almost angry: "I said I want a shadow puppet show." “

Da Zhuang paused, feeling that something was wrong.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qiao Yuan threw away the script, raised his head, and his eyes were red: "You don't let me go out, this house is suffocating, and I am not allowed to have fun." “

The rays of the setting sun came in through the panes, casting strange shadows on the expensive carpets.

Da Zhuang stared at the shadows.

The monster hiding in the shadows seemed to be aware of the human gaze, and its eyes turned green, as if waiting for the right time to pounce on the human being and devour the flesh while the person was unprepared.

was about to pass through the screen and enter the inner room to appease Qiao Yuan.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, with a helpless smile.

"Shangjing has not been peaceful recently, the second prince is in prison, according to his cautious nature, it is impossible not to do anything, daughter-in-law, can you bear with it again?"

Da Zhuang froze suddenly.

I don't know how long it took, but he slowly turned his head.

In front of the window stood a man in a dark robe, with black hair tied up, broad shoulders and long legs.

He had the light on his back, his face shrouded in shadows, and he couldn't see clearly.

The little beauty in the inner room seemed to be still dissatisfied, and the man smiled helplessly, put down the military book, and was about to go in to appease his wife who was losing his temper.

The man behind Da Zhuang ignored Da Zhuang and skipped him directly.

Da Zhuang stood in the middle of the outer room and the inner room, with a pampered wife inside, and a husband slowly approaching outside, feeling like an abrupt outsider in a trance.

His body was so stiff that he couldn't even turn his head, so he could only watch the black shadow get closer and closer.

Don't go in.

He prayed silently in his heart.

The sound of steady footsteps fell in his ears, and then, without a pause, the dark shadow passed through his body, lifted the curtain, and walked towards his wife on the soft couch.

Qiao Yuan was even more angry when he saw him come in, and pulled out the soft satin pillow behind him and threw it over.

This cushion is also stained with the fragrance of beauty, satin silky, embroidered with brocade bird hibiscus.

Qi Cun took the pillow and rubbed it on the couch unceremoniously, holding the fragrant and soft little beauty, and pinching the soft and boneless fingertips.

Qiao Yuan pushed him away in disgust.

The man stuck again, and after a few rounds, Qiao Yuan pulled his hair, and saw that he couldn't get rid of him, so he had to go with him.

And Da Zhuang, who was nailed to the spot, could only see the entangled figure in the inner room through the screen, just like the shadow puppet show that Qiao Yuan was shouting to see.

Da Zhuang's blood was cold, his eyes fell on the screen, and the entangled figures of the two were reflected on it, and the embroidered birds nestled against each other complemented each other.

The young couple in the inner room was still noisy, and the man leaned into the lady's ear, not knowing what to say, and the room was quiet.

Da Zhuang heard his wife hesitantly speak, his tone was ashamed, and he was a little coquettish: "Really? You promised me a shadow puppet ......"

He could almost imagine the lady behind the screen, her pretty face flushed, more beautiful than the sunset on the horizon.

The man shamelessly coaxed his wife: "Of course. “

The room was quiet again, but there was an unusual ambiguity.

The figures behind the screen are inseparable, and they smell each other.

Da Zhuang's eyes were scarlet, and he wanted to rush in, snatch his wife away, and hide where he could no longer find it, but his limbs were trapped for unknown reasons, and the green tendons on his forehead almost burst out.

The delicate and fragile screen seemed to have become a moat.

In the middle of the night, the sound of rustling clothes came from behind the screen, like an executioner judging him.

On this ordinary evening when no one is around, the sound of water intertwined with lips and teeth seems to be amplified countless times.

The snow-white toes rippled against the intricate blanket, blurring the dark marks a little bit.

Da Zhuang's strength was drained, his eyes were rolled, and his eyes were staring at the carpet, his face bloodless.

After a long time, Da Zhuang broke free from his confinement and strode towards the inner room.

It was empty, there was nothing, like a shadow puppet show.

When Qiao Yuan came back, he saw Da Zhuang burning something in the brazier.

It was dark outside, and there was no light in the house, only the light of the flames.

Such an environment made the big strong in the room even more pale, his eyes were dark, and he stared directly at the dancing flames, and the picture was inexplicably weird.

As soon as his forehead was hot, Da Zhuang finally came back to his senses, his black eyes moved to his wife's snow-white and beautiful face, and his water-grape-like eyes seemed to be filled with a pool of spring water.

If you look at it more, you will seem to indulge in it.

His wife is really a beautiful woman who can't be more iconic, even if she is widowed

I don't know how many sons and brothers in the capital want to fold this precious and fragile flower into the room.

If he didn't have the convenience of this face, I am afraid that he would not be able to have a relationship with the noble lady in his life.

The temperature under his hands was cold and cold, and Qiao Yuan was used to the body temperature of a man's big stove, and frowned lightly.

(End of chapter)