Girl Shen's strategy for chasing his wife

The city is full of wind and snow.

Pedestrians stopped.

The young generals who are surrounded by horseback are like the dazzling stars in the night sky.

Covered by a silver-white mask, only a pair of bright eyes and a clean and thin chin are exposed, wearing light armor, and hair swaying in the wind.

Still in the 'filial piety period', there is no extra color on the whole body, one can tell at a glance that it has been polished by the rough dust and sand of the border, just sitting there, chilling and quiet, like the long knife she carries on her back.

With blood-stained sharpness.

Mrs. Chi's breath stagnates, and she can tell at a glance that this is the daughter she has been thinking about. Qinghe helped her to go forward, her heart trembling.

She didn't dare to look at A Chi carefully.

Chi Heng got off his horse and took the initiative to meet him: "Mother!"

Mrs. Chi responded emotionally.

Chi Heng saw that Auntie's complexion was ruddy, she thought she was in good health, she felt relieved, she looked away, and landed on the Miaoman woman in a fox cloak.

Qing He stared at the toe of the boot with downcast eyes, neither looked at her nor paid attention to her.

She seemed to be very cold, and the wind was blowing so that half of her body would freeze.

She is very hot again, lovesickness is boiling in her heart, and she almost wants to burst into flames in her heart.

Mrs. Chi was delighted to see her daughter's joke, and she gave her a wink. Chi Heng moved closer to grabbing his fiancée's cold hand, and said affectionately, "Sister."

The gentle breath enveloped her whole body, and even the surrounding wind was blocked by her one step away. Qinghe sighed silently, raised her head, and found that she was wearing a mask and couldn't look at her face at all, and she was angry for no reason.

"Whose sister are you calling?"

Chi Heng was stunned, her face was much thicker in the days of border training, and her brows and eyes widened when she heard this: "I want to drink the spicy soup from Aunt Fatty's house. My sister is waiting for me here."

Qinghe nodded lightly, not really making things difficult for her.

"Aniang, you go back first, my sister and I will go home together after drinking the spicy soup." Her eyes were fixed: "My child is going to the palace to meet His Majesty."

Yelu Chixin locked himself in a cage and looked around. He lived for 18 years. This is the first time he came to Shengjing of Yunchao. He had heard that Yunchao had a large land and rich resources. When I saw it today, it really deserves to be the capital of the emperor. One after another.

Seeing that she had to come back in one piece, Madam Chi let go of most of her heart, not to drag her schedule any longer, and urged: "Go."

Chi Heng hugged his mother, and as soon as she left, she smiled: "Sister, I'm leaving!"

The voice is brisk.

She mounted her horse again and entered the palace to face the saint.

When she was no longer seen at the corner of the street, Mrs. Chi smiled and said, "I've been in a hurry since I came back."

She glanced at Qinghe: "You guys play, don't eat too much outside, mother will prepare delicious food for you when you get home."

In the year that they lived together in Shengjing, she almost treated Qinghe as a child's pet, and when she couldn't see Chi Heng, she loved the house and Wu, and gave her daughter-in-law all the tenderness and consideration that had no place to rest.

Qinghe's eyebrows are gentle: "I will watch her."

We haven't seen each other for nearly a year, and it's inevitable that we will be a little strange when we meet again. Mrs. Chi thought to herself: It's good to let them go out to play. Ah Heng likes the girl from the Shen family from the bottom of his heart.

Patting the back of Qinghe's hands that were not very warm, he raised his voice and ordered the servant girl to bring over the hand warmer that he had prepared before going out.

"Come on, take it."

Qinghe took it over with kindness.

As soon as Madam Chi left, she walked into Aunt Fat's small shop with Qin Se's support.

……

Yelu Chixin's hands and feet were tied with iron chains, and the noise when he walked was not insignificant.

"This is your Universiade Imperial Palace? It's nothing more than mediocre." He said against his will.

Chi Heng ignored his noise.

Military generals are not allowed to bring knives into the palace, and the guards wait quietly with their weapons in their boxes.

Chi Heng untied the knife steadily, and placed the Tang knife in the brocade-lined knife case. The guards who followed her into the palace followed her example and did the same.

As soon as he entered Yinghuamen, Yelu Chixin was frightened by the strict atmosphere of the palace, and yelled: "Tell you! Chi Heng! Let me go as soon as possible, otherwise Yelu Chicheng will go crazy and break through your Xiping Pass and slaughter a few more cities. This murder will all fall on your head!"

"To shut up."

With great eyesight, he took out a sweat-wiping towel from his arms and covered Yelu Chixin's stinking mouth.

Zhao Qian and Zhao Yong, father and son, received the returning young general in the Anping Hall.

……

The fat aunt looks a little old, and her face is quite haggard.

She was in the business of eating and drinking, and her dress was still clean, with no trace of oil stains to be found.

In this memory, the enthusiastic, smiling, fat woman had less smiles on her face, and she lost more than ten catties compared to the last time I saw her.

Aunt Fat's little grandson was abducted by a conscientious human trafficker half a year ago. It happened that his son was seriously ill, and his daughter-in-law was arguing about remarriage.

Fat Aunt took Qinghe as the savior of the whole family.

Seeing her coming, he immediately raised a smile, invited her in with extra graciousness, and wiped the table with a clean rag:

"I saw you. Today, a little general is coming back to the city. I originally wanted to see it. No, the store is too busy to leave. By the way, should I eat sour slice soup or Hu spicy soup? Do you want a leather bag full of stuffing?" Xiaolongbao? Alone or?”

"Two people." Qinghe said with a smile on his face, "Two bowls of hot and spicy soup, and a drawer of steamed buns. We will serve them when people arrive."

Hearing that it was two people, Aunt Fat was overjoyed.

In the past, she only regarded Chi and Chen as a pair of lovers, and later Miss Shen rejuvenated and cured her dying son. Fat aunt always wanted to see the savior's wish come true in her dreams.

Since the little general went to the battlefield, Ms. Shen has been visiting her shop for as long as half a month and as little as seven days. Sometimes she wants a bowl of sour slice soup, and sometimes a bowl of hot pepper soup. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, every season. .

When I came, I sat in the old seat by the window, ate and drank, and looked out the window without saying a word.

Occasionally can sit for a day.

Aunt Fat is someone who has been there, and she is very envious of the love of young people.

In the beginning, her small shop didn't do the Xiaolongbao business, but once she heard Miss Shen say that she wanted to eat Xiaolongbao, and in a few words, she praised the little buns so much that they were so fat. My aunt has no other skills except cooking.

The savior wanted to eat steamed stuffed buns, so how could she not fulfill it?

Not to mention, the Xiaolongbao she made fully satisfies Qinghe's taste buds—seeing things and thinking about others, and it is more delicious and soft than the cook at home.

And this little steamed bun, the fat aunt only sold it to her.

Because Miss Shen paid a lot of money, she bluntly said that she doesn't like outsiders eating the same food as her.

This "same" is only limited to the fragrant and soft, thin and delicious dumplings, and the entrance is tender and smooth.

Qinghe and Fat Aunt gossiped a few words, after a while Fat Aunt was called away by the guests, she sat in the seat in front of the window in a daze, it was different from every time this year, this time she sat here, her heart was full of anticipation.

Liuqin and Liuse were by her side, drinking hot tea slowly.

"You can go and sit down if you want to eat. I'm fine here alone."

"As soon as the little general comes back, miss thinks we are in the way?" Liu Se joked with a smile.

Qinghe squinted at her: "I remember, Luangqiu likes to eat here the most..."

"Huh? What does it matter to me that she likes to eat the bean curd here?" Liu Se retreated to the adjacent table and sat down, her ears blushing.

Liuqin covered her mouth and smiled, and stabbed her with her arm, watching the excitement was no big deal: "Hey, hey, Miss didn't say that Luangqiu likes bean curd, why are you so anxious?"

"Am I in a hurry? I'm hungry?" Liu Se ordered a bowl of fragrant tofu curd.

The snow outside is like catkins that have been torn to pieces in spring, finely broken and lingering.

Hearing the bickering between the two sisters at the next table, Qing He looked happy and his eyes and eyebrows stretched.

When Chi Heng stepped into this small shop wearing a light armor and carrying a knife, the bustling shop was instantly silent.

She had just come out of the palace, she didn't have time to change clothes and didn't want Qinghe to wait for a long time, so she hurried over, covered in dust and snow.

"coming."

Chi Heng found the person he was looking for by the window at a glance, and took a few steps to sit opposite Qinghe: "Are you in a hurry?"

The person in front of me is the sweetheart who is living and thinking about day and night, Qing He pursed her lips, glanced at her and then laughed: "How urgent is urgent?"

"My heart is on fire and impatient, just like me!" Chi Heng didn't feel that he was provoking people's hearts at all, she was used to being honest in front of the girl she liked, so she waved: "Auntie!"

Shouting kindly and calmly, just like those years when the clothes were angry and the horses were angry.

Fat Auntie's heart was moved by her loud and generous yelling—the young man will eventually grow up, and the young general of the Chi family who has grown up is still as lovable as ever.

Chi Heng looked around, she didn't take off the mask, but covered her whole body with an invisible layer of cold frost covered by the silver mask.

But her voice is clear, and her words are inexplicably friendly and soft, which are two extremes with the cold and hard light armor on her body.

People gradually stopped looking at her, but they were all thinking about this rapidly promoted General Xuanwu in their hearts.

The only surviving bloodline of the Chi family has the style of General Chi.As expected of Chi Jiazi.

Fat aunt saw her old friend, and she had a kind smile on her face: "The general is so handsome, like a star like a moon, why do you still like to drink my family's soup?"

Chi Heng supported his chin with his hands, and smiled: "No matter how dazzling you are, you are still human. How can your favorite taste be changed so easily?"

From the corner of her eye, she glanced at the quiet girl Shen, panicking with greed.

After talking and joking, the fat aunt personally brought two bowls of hot and freshly cooked Hu spicy soup, a drawer of freshly steamed soft and tender steamed buns, various sauces, and two plates of refreshing side dishes as a gift.

"Don't you take off your mask?"

"No." Chi Heng whispered, "I'll show you when I get home."

It didn't take long to learn how to whet people's appetites, Qing He looked at her carefully, and thought: It's fine if you don't pick it, but if you pick it up, she might not be able to help crying when she sees her beloved A Chi.

"It's so good." Chi Heng took a deep breath of the spicy aroma of Hu spicy soup: "The chefs at the border can't make this taste, so I worry about it. If you want to say that it's delicious, it's burning a knife, and it's in your throat. It could all be set on fire.”

She wanted to say, "It's as if I saw you today. You stood there and looked down at me, and it seemed that you blatantly set a fire in my heart."

After thinking about it, it would be interesting to say this when the two cats are in bed.

She endured it, took a sip of the hot soup, and sighed comfortably.

Qinghe sat without moving.

The people in front of them seemed to be unable to see enough.

Watch her drink the soup, watch her talk and laugh, watch her swallow down her throat, watch her in light armor.

He looked like a serious soldier, facing her alone, the cold frost between his brows disappeared, and those eyes were different from looking at anyone else, they were warm, possessive, and bright.

"Why don't you eat?"

Seeing her not moving, Chi Heng also said that she was afraid of the cold and was reluctant to stick out her sleeves, scooped up a spoonful of steaming soup, and fed it to her mouth: "Ah."

Qing He smiled suddenly, and opened his mouth to take the porcelain spoon she handed over, forgetting that Chi Heng likes to put hot peppers in his soup, and when he swallowed it, his eyes turned red from the heat, and tears welled up.

She tilted her head and covered her handkerchief and coughed a few times, Chi Heng moved over quickly to relieve her.

His pale face was flushed by a mouthful of spicy soup, and after recovering a bit, Qinghe grabbed her sleeve and said angrily, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Chi Heng pinched her fingertips and whispered to her in a clear voice: "Who taught you to keep holding it since you saw me, Wanwan, take it easy."

She backed away, her brows and eyes crooked with a smile: "Is the Hu spicy soup delicious?"

Qinghe blushed, stretched out her legs and kicked her lightly under the table, picked up the long chopsticks, put the white and tender steamed buns on her plate, and said meaningfully: "Does this look familiar?"

Miss Shen snorted softly: "It's delicious."

When Chi Heng saw the small buns on the table early in the morning, he thought Wanwan had a new taste, but now that she heard this, her thoughts were alive, she reached out and poked the soft white buns, and hissed in her heart.

It can't be what she thought!

Someone finally understood the hooliganism, Qing He gracefully picked up the little bun, and looked at the long-lost little general while eating.

Fortunately, there was a mask to cover Chi Heng's face and red heart, he finished a steamed bun in a few mouthfuls, and after finishing the spicy soup, when Sisiwenwen put down the bowl and chopsticks, she licked her lips, full of anger: "Return!" Home?"