Space hoarding: Miracle doctor’s fat wife is not easy to mess with

When Qi Yue returned to Baoyue Pavilion, Zhao Xiyan had not returned yet.

Worried that he would encounter some trouble, Qi Yue stood under the eaves and looked in the direction of the Zhuyuan.

Qingzhu stood aside and kept discouraging him.

"Master, the Marquis will be fine. You should go inside and rest!"

"Have you heard anything in the past half day?"

"No," Qingzhu shook his head with a sure look on his face, "Even if there is any movement, the Marquis will be fine. Master, please come into the house. If the Marquis comes back and sees you here, I don't know how to deal with his subordinates. !”

Qi Yue suddenly turned around and looked at Qingzhu with a more probing look in her eyes.

"Qingzhu, I have always forgotten to ask you. I heard that you are the old man from Rishengchang. Why are you suddenly working as a bodyguard next to your Marquis?"

"Because I am good at Qinggong," Qingzhu recalled. "At that time, I suddenly received an order to let Yunzhu and I protect the Marquis."

"Transfer order? Are you talking about Rishengchang's previous master, Huangfu Sun?"

"No," Qingzhu shook his head, "It should be Huangfu Nan. Huangfu Sun had already passed away early at that time, and Huangfu's family was very thin, and there was no one else."

"So, Huangfunan should be over a hundred years old?"

"Yes."

"Have you met him?"

"No."

"Then Huangfunan hasn't looked for you in these years?"

"No."

"I heard you talk about this Yunzhu several times. Who is he?"

"Like me, he was originally the bodyguard of the Marquis, but later the Marquis fell from his horse and was unable to recover, so he became a monk and became a Buddhist monk."

"Oh, no wonder, last time you said he was in seclusion...Why does this Yunzhu want to be a monk?"

"I don't know the specifics. It probably has something to do with Mr. Hou."

"No way, is it what I think? The relationship between the Qing Cold War God and the ascetic Buddhist disciple... I really want to see what this Yunzhu looks like?"

"..." Qingzhu was a little stunned.

Why do you become interested in a monk you have never met before?

What does it mean that the master thinks so?

What do these cold-blooded gods and ascetic Buddhists mean?

The topic could no longer continue, Qingzhu urged again helplessly.

"Master, please come into the house quickly. The Marquis will come back..."

"Okay, okay, I'll go back and take a rest." Qi Yue yawned, and the raised swan neck was dazzlingly white in the moonlight, "Next time, say something creative, don't blame your Marquis every time. thing..."

Qingzhu's eyelids trembled and he quickly averted his eyes.

Oh, my mother.

Look at her lazy look and her voice. People who don't know her temperament will definitely think that she is doing something intentional!

No wonder the Marquis wanted Yunzhu to protect Qi Yue at first!

How can any normal man endure this? !

Cursing in his heart, Qingzhu dared to relax when he heard Qi Yue enter the door.

This job is tiring!

Fortunately, after finishing this time, you can go home to see your child and his wife, and there will be a lot of good things as rewards.

I don’t know how long it took, but I could only hear the rustle of falling leaves, and Qingzhu hurriedly looked towards where the sound came from.

Zhao Xiyan, dressed in white, came from the sky, mixed with a unique cold fragrance.

"Master Marquis, you are finally back, Master..."

Qingzhu stepped forward to greet him. He wanted to say something that Qi Yue had been waiting for him for a long time, but suddenly remembered that Zhao Xiyan was jealous, so he stopped in time.

Zhao Xiyan's expression was solemn, but when he heard about Qi Yue, his expression softened involuntarily.

"She's back? How are you feeling?"

"I have been back a long time ago. I have been waiting here for a long time, Lord Marquis," Qingzhu observed Zhao Xiyan's expression and said carefully, "However, my subordinates have persuaded the master to go back and rest first."

"Okay," Zhao Xiyan nodded, "I'm here, you can go and rest too."

"Yes, Lord Marquis."

Zhao Xiyan looked around for a while and found nothing unusual before pushing the door open and entering.

In the room, Qi Yue was sleeping soundly on the couch, with a book covering her bulging chest.

Zhao Xiyan's heart moved, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curve.

He walked over, took the book away gently, leaned over and took the person in his eyes into his arms.

"Wouldn't it be more comfortable to go to bed and sleep? Huh?"

As he spoke, he kissed Qi Yue on the lips with a smile, picked her up and walked to the inner room.

I wanted to put the person in my arms on the bed, but she grabbed my waist and refused to let go.

If he hadn't known Qi Yue's habits, Zhao Xiyan would have thought she had woken up.

He smiled and kissed Qi Yue's lips again.

It's just that this time the action was a little rougher, and he had to pry open a corner of her tight lips to taste a little sweetness.

"Well...well..."

The sleeping woman shook her head, loosened her grip, and slapped her.

There was a "pop" sound.

Got a hard blow on the head.

"Hey, you really do it..."

Zhao Xiyan laughed.

I wanted to punish Qi Yue for this, but looking at her closed eyes, I finally controlled the restless heart in her chest.

"Seeing that you sleep so soundly, I'll let you go tonight."

Then he straightened his messed up hair and lay down next to Qi Yue.

The next second, a soft arm wrapped around him, and then, there was an exquisite body in his arms.

"Hey, you slept soundly."

Zhao Xiyan smiled bitterly and reached out to rub the little head pressed against his chest.

The next day, Qi Yue, who was resurrected with full blood, just opened her eyes and remembered what happened last night, and quickly looked around for Zhao Xiyan.

"Zhao Xiyan?"

It's strange. There was obviously someone around last night, but where did he go so early in the morning?

Qi Yue looked at her clothes that had not been changed last night and immediately got up to clean up.

Seeing Qingzhu standing upright under the eaves of the corridor, she knew that Zhao Xiyan was not in the room at all, and she couldn't help but become more suspicious.

Usually this person is greedy for this morning, and can't get over anything, unless there is something important.

It's just that Qingzhu didn't look like something was wrong.

"...I wonder if it has anything to do with what happened last night? I should have known better not to sleep..."

Qi Yue muttered and went to wash up.

At this moment, Zhao Xiyan was in the bamboo garden.

After waking up this morning, he thought about it and decided to make another trip.

The scene of the two talking intimately last night is still vivid in my mind.

He always felt that with Huangfunan's skills, even if he was over a hundred years old, his leg bones would have degenerated and he would be unable to walk due to pain, as if those two legs had been dead for many years.

As a highly skilled person who had been paralyzed in bed for three years, he was particularly sensitive to this situation.

What's more, Huangfunan actually rejected his proposal to let Qi Yue help look at his legs.

This is too abnormal.

Although he and Huangfunan only got along for a short time, they still felt that the master was not a very amiable person.

Not only was he unkind, he was also very harsh.

To put it bluntly, the master seemed a little different last night.

I don’t know if it’s because of your age that you become good-tempered? !