Qiao Yuan unconsciously buttoned the embroidery of the clothes on his shoulders and whispered, "There's nothing to see here, let's go." “

The more she said this, Da Zhuang's heart unconsciously rose a sense of depression, but he wanted to go in and have a look.

Qiao Yuan thought about it, but he didn't stop it.

The furnishings in the small building have not changed, everything is still the same, at this time the maids are asleep, and it is very quiet inside.

Qiao Yuan still had some novelty of revisiting the old place at first, and when that interest dissipated, he lazily returned to Da Zhuang's shoulders.

Da Zhuang carried his wife on his back and walked through the cloister and the flower hall step by step.

The shadows of the two were cast against the wall by the faint candle flames, and their footsteps landed on the wooden staircase, making a dull sound.

On the second floor, Da Zhuang casually entered a room that looked the most gorgeous, and sure enough, he heard Qiao Yuan introduce in his ear: "This is the living room." “

Da Zhuang wanted to ask Qiao Yuan who he lived with before, but as soon as this idea came up, he felt ridiculous.

Who else could it be.

I don't know if it's sloppy, the windows in the house are not closed, the wind comes in through the cracks, and Da Zhuang feels a little chill from his bones.

The furnishings in the room are even more luxurious, the soft smoke and gauze tent are light, the Huanghuali cabinet is simple and luxurious, and the moonlight outside the window shines on the mahogany tables and chairs, and the corners reflect a layer of cold light, which is so sharp that it seems to cut people.

Da Zhuang's anger in his heart is even heavier at this moment.

It was he who insisted on coming in, but now that he really saw it, his mind became more and more calm.

He looked at the table and chair in front of him, and couldn't help but wonder what his wife and her deceased husband had done here.

There is a soft couch under the window, and Da Zhuang can imagine the situation of his wife sitting on it, leisurely eating pastries and reading the script, and occasionally lying on the window to rest when he is tired.

Madame did not like to wear shoes indoors, and her snow-white toes stepped on the carpet like this, and the placket of her clothes was slightly scattered because of her movements, and her face was marked with a few red marks due to her sleeping position.

At this time, if the man comes back from outside, the lady will be awakened by the sound of footsteps, and the water eyes will still be hazy when they are just opened, and before the consciousness is fully awake, they will be separated for only a few hours, and the man who is full of eyes full of love for her will eagerly press on the windowsill.

Madame is so squeamish, she must cry out for pain at this time, but she only has the strength of a little milk cat, how can she break free from confinement, and finally have to take into account that someone will pass by outside the window, so she can only bite her fingers with tears in her eyes, barely blocking the damp gasp.

The window lattice is carved with delicate hollow patterns, and the lady is dressed in a white jade cake-like snow muscle, if it is pressed on it, the mark left will take several days to disappear.

Da Zhuang knew that he was in a state of shock again, and this feeling of paranoia almost drove him crazy.

He stopped here for a long time, and Qiao Yuan asked in a coquettish voice, "What are you looking at?" “

"This little building ......," Da Zhuang muttered.

Qiao Yuan leaned his face over, "What?" Da Zhuang suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Madame.

The hair is like a cloud, the color is like a spring flower, and the lip flaps are a natural rouge color, and at first glance, it looks like they have not suffered a little.

An innocent and childish beauty, how compatible she is with such a golden house.

She doesn't need to do anything every day, she just needs to wait for a man to love her.

Qiao Yuan's hair was a little messy by the wind outside, Da Zhuang helped her straighten it, and his slender fingers touched his soft cheeks, "This house is very beautiful, very suitable for Madame." “

His movements were very gentle, and his tone was steady, but Qiao Yuan thought of that weird dream inexplicably, and his heart was furious.

"Don't say anything like that."

She couldn't help frowning, and a little uneasiness passed through her heart, "You've always been weird lately. “

Da Zhuang looked at his wife, his eyes were dark, and he smiled: "Okay, I won't say it." “

Seeing that he seemed to want to go to another room to see, Qiao Yuan felt inexplicably dangerous, and hurriedly stopped: "There's nothing to see, let's go." “

After a long time, I heard the man hum in a low voice.

The two walked back, passing by the dresser, Qiao Yuan thought of something, and hurriedly pulled the big sleeve.

Da Zhuang really stopped, his eyes puzzled, but he saw Qiao Yuan find a silk golden phoenix hairpin from the makeup box.

If you take a closer look, you will realize the amazement of this phoenix hairpin.

The hairpin head is a golden phoenix bird, the wing feathers are as thin as cicada wings, it seems that there is no wind automatically, the golden phoenix is luxurious enough, the whole hairpin is more eye-catching is the huge pearl held in the mouth of the phoenix, white and delicate, there is a hidden brilliance circulation.

The only fly in the ointment is that there are a few tiny scratches on the pearl.

Qiao Yuan fiddled with the hairpin a few times, and when he touched a switch, the phoenix's beak suddenly opened and spit out beads.

The smooth beads fell on the palm of the white jade, and it was impossible to tell which one was more elegant.

Qiao Yuan stuffed the beads to Da Zhuang: "Let people hand them over to the master of the Treasure Pavilion to see, and if they can repair it, they can repair it." “

If it were an ordinary person, it would be fine, but Da Zhuang knew that with his wife's picky temperament, no matter how good the treasure was, as long as it was flawed, it would inevitably not be able to enter her eyes again.

Da Zhuang suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and his face was still calm: "If it's broken, it's bad, I'll go back and find a better one." “

There are better ones, but this phoenix hairpin was brought by Qi Cun when he came to Qiao's Mansion to be hired, and it has some special significance.

But no matter how big Qiao Yuan's heart is, he also knows that he can't say this in front of Da Zhuang, who has no memory, isn't this equivalent to being in front of the current husband, and it's strange if he is not stimulated.

She hesitated, only saying that she really liked it and that it was a pity to abandon it.

I don't know how many precious jewels there are in the storeroom, so I don't know how much I have a soft spot for a broken hairpin ring.

Da Zhuang's eyes flashed with a hint of gloom, and he didn't say anything, but took the beads.

The moment the two stepped out of the room, a puff of white powder fell from his sleeve and disappeared into thin air.

After going back, the two fell asleep, and in the next few days, Qiao Yuan was trapped by the complicated details of the festival, and he didn't pay much attention to Da Zhuang.

The festival passed in an orderly manner, and it was the day when the last person entered the ancestral hall.

Da Zhuang rarely disappeared all day, Qiao Yuan asked people to look for him, and he went to the ancestral hall first.

The ancestors of the Qi family were all farmers, and they had been digging in the field all their lives, until Qi Cun, a madman, joined the army and fought and made meritorious contributions, and the tablets of the ancestors of the Qi family were also moved from the earth temple to the spacious ancestral hall, and the incense continued.

Qiao Yuan knelt on the futon, heard the sound of the door opening behind her, the footsteps were gradual, she turned around and beckoned: "Da Zhuang, come here." “

Da Zhuang defied the light, couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, and knelt down on the futon beside her.

He didn't ask why the Qi clan's ancestral hall let him in, he just stared at the beauty beside him tightly, his pupils were faint, and the depths seemed to be flashing with a ghostly light.

Qiao Yuan closed his eyes and didn't notice his abnormality, and when he opened his eyes, Da Zhuang had already returned to normal.

The ancestral hall was a little cold, and the maids all withdrew, and there were only two people left at this time.

After serving three sticks of incense, Qiao Yuan touched his arm, thinking that he would finish it earlier and go back early, so he stepped forward with the first stick of incense from the table on the side.

Da Zhuang didn't move, watching her quietly behind him.

(End of chapter)