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With a squeak, he ran out with brisk steps. Meng Wenyao steeled herself and continued to wait.

I don't know how much time passed, but Meng Wenyao felt that she had fallen asleep for a while, and suddenly she heard the sound of the door opening again. Without opening her hijab, she asked, "Is the Marquis not coming back?"

"Since I promised my wife to come back, my husband will naturally not break his promise."

Meng Wenyao suddenly sat upright and saw a pair of black boots under the hijab appearing in front of him.

"I thought the Marquis was drunk and went to sleep in the study?" Meng Wenyao forced herself to make amends.

But did Huo Qingping promise her before leaving?

Before she could think clearly, her eyes suddenly lit up, and a tall and straight body blocked all her sight.

When she dared to look up, she was lost in a pair of dark eyes.

"My husband's face should not disappoint his wife."

Huo Qingping made a joke and successfully made Meng Wenyao blush. Fortunately, her face was heavily powdered and she couldn't see it.

She hurriedly lowered her head to hide her panic, and saw the big feet in front of her walking out. She immediately raised her head to say something to stop him, but she saw that Huo Qingping just walked to the desk and poured two glasses of wine.

It turned out that I wanted to exchange a glass of wine, so I couldn't just leave now.

Meng Wenyao took the wine glass from Huo Qingping's hand, passed through Huo Qingping's arms, and drank the wine in one gulp.

She drank too much and coughed twice, then hurriedly said: "Master Marquis, I have something to tell you."

Huo Qingping stretched out his arm in a familiar manner, patted her back twice, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, please speak slowly, I just have something to say to you."

Not urgent? Meng Wenyao paused for a moment. Wasn't she very anxious in her last life? She was so anxious that she didn't even have time to lift her hijab. When she returned home, Meng Qingya couldn't help crying.

It’s not like things have changed in this life, right? Then should she tell her what she knows?

"What's wrong? Did you forget what to say?"

"Ah, no."

Meng Wenyao hesitated again and again, but decided to speak out as a reference.

"I had a dream a few days ago. I dreamed that the Marquis was ordered to go on an expedition on his wedding night. Although he defeated the enemy,..."

"But what?"

Unconsciously, Huo Qingping's expression was solemn, his back straightened, and he stared at Meng Wenyao for a moment.

"But you were assassinated and paralyzed."

After Meng Wenyao finished speaking carefully, she saw Huo Qingping suddenly exuding a frightening aura. She quickly said: "It's just a dream, it can't be true."

Clenching his fists, Huo Qingping calmed down his momentum and sighed: "I just came back from the palace. The border crossing has been rushed for eight hundred miles. The Huns from the north invaded and General Guan died in the battle. Now no one can guard the border. .

Only I, the Huo family, can still make the Xiongnu fearful. The emperor has ordered me to go on an expedition immediately without delay. "

"what!"

Meng Wenyao quickly covered her mouth. It turned out that things were still the same as in the previous life. She didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

"Is the Marquis about to leave?"

"Yes, I came here specially because I wanted to complete the etiquette with you."

Huo Qingping took out the dagger on his leg, cut off a strand of hair, and handed it to Meng Wenyao. Their wedding still lacked the final ceremony of tying the hair.

This was something that did not happen in the previous life, and Meng Wenyao was at a loss for a moment.

"In a moment, you can also cut some hair and tie it into a concentric knot. I'm afraid I won't have time to see you."

"oh oh."

Meng Wenyao quickly took it, and Huo Qingping asked again: "What else did you dream about?"

Thinking carefully about what happened in the last life, why did Meng Qingya cry when she returned to her parents' home?

"Oh, it seems that before the war started, you were stabbed by one of your own people. Then you went into battle with injuries, and then you were plotted by the enemy."

"Also," Meng Wenyao tapped her chin with one hand and tried to recall: "It seems to be related to military rations? It also seems that someone made a mistake and you wanted to punish him. He hated you, so he assassinated you."

"I really can't remember my identity, but Lord Marquis, when we go to the border this time, before the war starts, no matter what someone does, please bear with it. When the battle is won, you will cut him into pieces with a thousand knives." It’s okay, just don’t offend anyone before the war.”

"Okay." Huo Qingping's eyes began to smile, and it seemed that going on an expedition was not so worrying.

After telling everything she knew, Meng Wenyao felt relieved and looked at Huo Qingping, wanting to give him some encouragement.

The two suddenly looked at each other and both bowed their heads in shyness.

Huo Qingping coughed dryly, took a jade pendant from his body, and handed it to Meng Wenyao: "For generations of generals in the Huo family, we have privately trained a group of secret guards and kept them in the house and in the village outside the city. After I leave, this group You will be in charge of the secret guard, Yaoer, and this family will be left to you."

Is this just trusting your wealth? Meng Wenyao said in disbelief: "Why don't you leave it to the old lady? She is well-informed and knows how to deal with anything."

Huo Qingping put the jade pendant in Meng Wenyao's hand, wrapped his big hand around her small hand, and held the jade pendant tightly.

"I originally planned to leave it to the old lady, but after all, grandma is old and her parents are no longer alive. From now on, we will be the ones supporting this house. Madam, are you and Qingping willing to support each other?"

"Of course I am willing." Meng Wenyao replied without hesitation.

Meng Qingya, whom they met in their previous life, did not receive such great trust. Of course Meng Wenyao had to cherish such a good start.

"This secret guard is led by Mo Huai. He lives in the front yard. You need to dispatch people and send people directly to find him."

"The accounts at home are divided into the inner courtyard and the outer courtyard. There are only grandma and cousin in the inner courtyard, and there is nothing to take care of. There are some properties and shops in the outer courtyard that need to be taken care of. Madam will be at home from now on. When she has time, she will go to the front yard study. Several stewards are there. , you follow the example and slowly take over the account books, and the burden on your husband will be much easier in the future."

Huo Qingping said it briskly, as if he was really getting rid of some unwilling burden.

But Meng Wenyao knew that this was complete trust, and he really entrusted her with all his wealth.

"Don't worry, husband, I will take good care of this family and wait for your husband to return safely."

"Okay, I'll write you a letter home when I have time."

After the couple said goodbye reluctantly, Huo Qingping took advantage of the night and set off.

"Master Marquis, do you want to say goodbye to the old lady?"

"At this time, grandma should be asleep. Madam will tell you tomorrow, let's go."

After Huo Qingping left, Meng Wenyao, who was originally drowsy, couldn't sleep anymore. She tossed and turned and waited for dawn. There were still tough battles to be fought.

In Qian's Mansion, Xi Fang asked for water again and again, and Meng Qingya fell into a deep sleep. In her dream, she was the old lady of the pavilion, with many children and grandchildren, while Meng Wenyao was lonely and begging for food in the streets.

With the first rooster crow, Meng Wenyao, as the newlywed, began to dress up under the service of her maid and mother-in-law, and went to visit the old lady and meet Huo Qingping's childhood sweetheart cousin.