Auntie couldn't sleep for several days, and she was a little sleepy when she relaxed. After reacting for a while, I realized that he had misunderstood her words and thought she was complaining.

She said in a low voice: "It's okay, I don't blame my husband, it's because I'm weak and can't bear ......."

The young man did not speak again for a long time.

Horses walk slowly along the mountain road.

Yan Shuheng recalled what Aunt Li said, "Jiang Langjun has few words, and each sentence does not exceed ten words." Say too much and make many mistakes, simply remain silent, and enjoy the mountain scenery aimlessly.

Suddenly there was a heavy knock on her chest, and Grandma took a nap, her head like a chick and a light touch. Yan Shuheng lowered her head, and she fell backwards at the same moment, leaning on his arms and falling asleep.

Her forehead was pressed against his chin, and the two of them were now in a posture like a pair of intimate cross-necked mandarin ducks.

Yan Shuheng smiled, holding the reins in one hand and encircling her body with the other hand to prevent her from falling from the horse. is so proper, it really looks like a good husband who hides his wife in his arms and takes care of it properly.

When the group reached the foot of the mountain, the carriage was ready.

Yan Shuheng turned over and dismounted, and carried Auntie to the car, but she slept deeply, moving up and down like this, until she reached the other garden, she didn't wake up.

There is a small courtyard behind the study of the annex, which is simple and secluded, which is suitable for continuing the habit of the assassin's burrow.

Yan Shuheng put the person on the couch and took off her shoes for her.

There was a shallow smile in his eyes, like a soft but still daring moonlight, and his fingertips hung half an inch away from the girl's face, inch by inch, tracing her familiar but somewhat unfamiliar eyebrows and eyes in the air.

Yan Shuheng withdrew his long finger and tucked the corners of the quilt for her.

He stared at her calmly.

The girl's eyebrows were calm, and she turned over comfortably, leaving him with only a slender and graceful back.

The young man laughed, and leaned over to whisper something in her ear that only the two of them could hear.

The words were as light as a feather, and like the breath of a tiger and wolf hunting, and the aftermath quickly sank into the air.

The sleeping girl shrunk her neck.

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Auntie didn't sleep very well this night.

If you are in a floating wave, bumpy and sinking, a huge wave hits, this is completely stable, and then the body is like a cloud, warm and soft.

Later, half-asleep, she rolled over and vaguely noticed someone whispering in her ear.

Auntie heard it.

But she was too tired to think before she fell asleep again, and when she woke up, she habitually groped under the pillow.

"Are you looking for that dagger?"

The sparse and gentle voice is like spring water and ice.

Auntie nodded, and then came back to her senses, remembering that the person who spoke was Jiang Hui, her husband.

He came back and took her down the mountain.

All this really happened, and it was like an illusory dream, and Auntie sat down in a daze.

"Are you uncomfortable?" The young man asked lightly.

"I'm fine." Auntie lowered her eyelashes, "It's just a little trance, I didn't dare to sleep at night when you weren't there, for fear that a thief would take me away, so I could only hide the dagger in my sleeve at all times, I thought it was ...... You leave me alone. ”

The words are true, and the fear of days is also true.

But at this time, it was not to spit out bitterness, but to arouse Lang Jun's guilt and soft-heartedness.

The person on the other side really couldn't bear it, and his tone was much gentler than usual: "I'm sorry for frightening you." ”

Ah Ji pressed her hand to her heart and softened: "I heard someone shouting to catch the assassin, I thought it was to arrest you." ”

"Why do you think it's me?"

His tone was slightly cold, and a little casual.

Auntie was slightly stunned, did he think she didn't trust his character? But he is elusive all day long, and his martial arts are high, so he really doesn't look like a person who is doing a good job......

But you can't say it directly, it will hurt the relationship between husband and wife.

She said euphemistically: "Husband and wife are one, how can I not trust your husband?" But there is a way to be guilty, the husband's martial arts are strong, and it is naturally easy to be suspicious, just like I gave birth to a face that is easy to attract people's covetousness, only to provoke the city lord to covet, I am worried that they will catch the wrong person and let the husband be wronged. ”

The other party seemed to be relieved by her sympathetic words, but did not explain, only smiled softly.

Auntie was quite surprised: "My husband smiled a lot after coming back, and this is the second time I've heard you laugh." ”

"The second time?"

Yan Shuheng's long eyelashes were half lowered, and her slender fingers were lightly tapped, it seemed that no matter how intimate the bed was, they would eventually be separated, and she didn't even know the true identity of the person next to the pillow.

Even so, the only thing that could be detected from her was the physical characteristics of the assassin, so he only said: "Maybe it's been too long since we were separated, but do you remember my appearance?" ”

Auntie was asked.

Whether she first met Nahui or after getting married, most of her attention to Jiang Hui was focused on that unique and beautiful voice, and ignored others.

But as a wife, she couldn't say what her husband's eyebrows were, she really couldn't say it, she sat on the couch and thought seriously: "Of course I remember, my husband is very good-looking." ”

He was not satisfied with this: "How to look good, how is the eyebrow and eye contour different from other good-looking Lang Jun?" ”

Auntie didn't expect that such a cold person as him would not only be quietly shy, but also love to compare. But she really couldn't say how to feel, so she opened her blank and clear eyes, and said sadly: "I haven't married my husband before I am blind, so I don't dare to stare at you rashly, and I can't see it if I want to see it after I lose my sight." ”

People's hearts are flesh and blood, she was already as ignorant as dust, and now she is so smart and fragile, but anyone who is flesh and blood has to be soft-hearted.

Yan Shuheng smiled and looked away, he sneered lightly, and said quietly: "It's not that I haven't remembered." ”

Seeing that he didn't give up, Auntie had to try her best to recall: "I remember." The husband is extremely handsome, with deep sword eyebrows and a high nose bridge, which is extraordinary. The dark chestnut eyes are slightly lighter than ordinary people, and the thin lips are always pursed into a line...... By the way, you still have a mole the size of a mung bean on your chest. ”

The mole on his chest was struck by mistake when he entered the room.

Auntie knew that he just wanted her to praise him, but he really didn't need to go into such detail, this would bring up the mole, just to arouse his shame and end the topic.

"Nothing else?"

His tone was a little cold, and he was really annoyed and angry.

Every time Jiang Hui was shy, Auntie couldn't help but want to make him even more shy. She said seriously: "No...... The husband is too tall, I see that you have to look up, and I am ashamed, every time I glance at it in a hurry, I really can't see it, I only remember that the husband looks at Qing, but in fact he is strong, with strong arms, wide shoulders and narrow waist. ”

"Yes." The young man's tone was even lighter.

The cold and narrow tone seemed familiar, and Auntie suddenly sat up and whispered: "I remember......"

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Auntie remembered the words she had heard in her dream.

Intuition is such a strange thing.

Jiang Hui is indifferent and alienated, which is easy to discourage people, but it is precisely his bluntness and coldness that makes people down-to-earth.

But when he came back, he smiled a lot, and was more approachable, which made her uneasy, and this uneasy feeling was very similar to the strange feeling that came from hearing that sentence when she was half asleep, so Auntie had a flash of inspiration and remembered that sentence—

"Aunt Jiang, you and I are really destined."

It looks like a dream, but it doesn't look like a dream, but it doesn't make sense: when people call a girl's name, they often call a certain name, in which the surname is the girl's own surname, not the husband's surname.

Although she is not Zheng Wu's biological daughter, she can't be called "Zheng's aunt", but she shouldn't be called "Jiang's aunt".

She must have misremembered.

Horizontal and vertical are dreams, but they don't have to be true.

The sound of tapping on the table interrupted Auntie's thoughts.

The young man asked lightly: "Why are you wandering, but what do you remember, such as where do you measure me?" ”

This person is endless, Auntie has no rut, her eyes are full of confusion, but her heart is like a spring of flying thoughts.

He rarely talks a lot today, but it seems that he is tricking her words, is it possible that he still wants to confirm his own appearance and body characteristics through her? Obviously impossible, I think it's because I'm ashamed to take the initiative, so I turn around and want to get close to her.

Auntie said tentatively: "Why don't you ...... Husband, come and hug me, so you know? ”

The reason why he asked him to come over and hug her instead of her going over to hug him was that she pinched Jiang Huiyi and was shy, and the more she teased him to take the initiative, the more embarrassed he would be, and he would not take the initiative. In this way, he will not be coaxed, but he will not suffer any loss.

Sure enough, the young man was defeated and sighed helplessly.

The more times like this, the more innocent Auntie became, and whispered timidly: "Husband? Why don't you speak......"

Yan Shuheng stood with his hands in his hands, lowered his long eyelashes and looked at the girl standing in front of the couch at a loss.

Her eyes were clear and ignorant, and it really didn't seem to be deliberately teasing, even in the past, she was so sincere and innocent in front of people she trusted.

He asked her softly, "Want to hear me?" ”

Auntie nodded: "My husband's voice is unique and beautiful, like a natural sound, I like to listen to you." ”

She said this to him several times, and every time she said that he had a good voice, Jiang Hui would pay special attention.

"Unique?" The young man still reacted as he had when he first heard her say this, but his tone was not as cold as before, and he asked something similar to that of a few months ago, "You say, there are two people in the world who have similar voices?" Or did you ever think my voice sounded familiar? ”

Ah Ji said firmly: "My husband's voice is unique in the world, and I have never heard anything like it. ”

The only sound in the room was the tapping of long fingers on the table.

A moment, a moment.

Like footsteps in the quiet night, it is unsettling.

When Auntie couldn't sit still, the young man, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said, "There are some things to do, and I have time to accompany you." ”

Ah Ji paused, stretched out her hand in his direction, and asked timidly, "Husband, where are you going?" I'm here alone, and I can't see, and I'm a little scared ......."

Yan Shuheng still held her wrist lightly through the hem of his sleeve, and slowly soothed: "Go find a doctor to treat your eyes, but if you are afraid, I will accompany you first, and I will talk about it another day." ”

One sentence caught Auntie, and she sat down obediently: "No need, I can do it alone." ”

"Don't worry, I'll find someone to take care of you later."

Yan Shuheng glanced at her with a smile.

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As soon as he came out of the small courtyard, Chuanyun greeted him with a look of hope: "What did Lang Jun ask?" ”

"Let's talk about it when we go back to the study."

Back in the study, Yan Shuheng recalled the words he got from Auntie, combined with what Aunt Li said, sorted out the usable ones, wrote them on paper and handed them over to Chuanyun.

"I'll just say that Lang Jun didn't bring back that girl because of the lust ......" Chuanyun held back the "lustful zhidi" behind him in time, "With these, it is much more convenient to check people!" ”

After he left, only Yan Shuheng and Broken Fog were left in the study.

Yan Shuheng lowered his head and played with the incense ash.

His long fingers moved lightly, and suddenly paused, he looked at the ashes in the incense burner, and didn't know what to think.

Breaking the fog stood silently.

Seeing Yan Shuheng pause, he couldn't help but look over, only to see the young man hanging his eyelashes and suddenly chuckling.

Breaking the fog couldn't help but ask: "Eldest son, is that girl the one who provoked you two years ago?" ”