Girl Shen's strategy for chasing his wife

Chi Heng didn't know what and how much she knew, he was afraid that she didn't know much, and he was afraid that she knew too much.

The book was confiscated if it was bought for nine taels of silver. She didn't sleep well all night, and her dream was full of strange things.

Woke up before dawn, rubbed his dizzy head, and after a brief wash, the little general raised his knife and went to the yard to smell chickens dancing.

Hold the knife in your palm, and those unclear messes will disappear.

After practicing the external kung fu for less than half an hour, the red sun rose in the east.

The sound of waving a knife fell into a dream, the flowers and leaves rustled in the small courtyard, Qinghe slept lightly, and woke up on the wooden bed with consciousness tossing and turning.

The black and soft hair is scattered freely, the body is delicate and weak, and the jade shoulders are covered with a begonia-colored thin shirt. With a light waist, she moves to the window.

The two flower windows were pushed open, and the cool breeze entered the arms, and the sleepy and lazy demeanor of the girl fell into someone's eyes.

The eyes are as clear as water, just one glance, swaying the heart lake that Chi Heng has not been able to ripple for a long time.

"A Chi."

She stood leaning against the window, her smile took most of the little general's soul away.

The skin is whiter than snow, the appearance of a flower and moon, has the appearance of a goddess, and Xizi is sick and weak.

Chi Heng's throat was slightly hot, and his heart was also warm.

Just about to lift his lips to smile back, he was bewitched by her lazy, undressed face.

Wanwan's smile just now was really exciting, it was much more powerful than burning a knife, it burned her like drinking fine wine, half of her body was numb.

She wondered to herself, her eyes moved down, and fell on the other party's fragile and elegant snow neck, and then down, the collarbone propped up infinitely graceful...

Seeing her dazzled, the smile in Qing He's eyes deepened, and he looked at it for a long time, without admiring it a few times, the little general who came back to his senses walked towards her quickly.

She sighed regretfully.

Chi Heng stood still under the flower window, his fine and heroic eyebrows frowned, his voice was clear, and he listened carefully to hide a faint complaint: "Wanwan, why do you look out when you are not dressed properly, how can you be seen by outsiders?" Health is good?

The weather is not very hot now, and the morning wind is slightly cool. You should not be careless, lest you will be blown down by the wind and catch the wind chill. "

It's not the first time Qinghe has seen her so incomprehensible, she leaned her arms in front of the flower window, lowered her eyes and smiled: "Then tell me, do I look good like this?"

Can it not look good?Chi Heng stood there silently.

A gust of wind blew the broken hair around her ears, she couldn't help staring at Qinghe several times, and the beautiful words and sentences described in last night's storybook came to mind, her pretty face was slightly red.

She turned her face away to look at the flowers and plants around her: "It's naturally beautiful."

Qinghe leaned over slightly, the icy skin under the collarbone looming: "It looks good, why don't you look at it?"

Chi Heng's ears burned all of a sudden, and he turned his head back quickly, staring at Qinghe with clear and bright eyes, and gritted his teeth: "Which one of us will not learn well?"

She was still thinking about the sentence Qinghe said before he left last night, and she came back at this moment, Shen Qinghe straightened up his soft waist, stroking the hair stretching across his chest with bare hands: "What do you think?"

Lazy, the lingering sound is wrapped in charm.

Chi Heng scratched his head, blushed, stomped his feet and walked away, feeling like he was losing, but he didn't know where he lost.

She is so innocent and harmless, how can she be as cold and arrogant as the little overlord of Shengjing in the hearts of everyone?

Qing and Gu Zi smiled for a while, not to annoy her, arranged their appearance and clothes and sat in front of the little general.

The scene of being molested through the window in the morning seemed to be a dream that Chi Heng had when he was not awake. When he woke up, Wanwan was still the gentle and generous Wanwan, Qinghe's sister whom she respected.

There is no frivolous charm like an evildoer, pure and elegant, with a proud character.

Eating at the same table, the two tacitly agreed not to mention the previous matter.

But after all, Chi Heng remembered the humiliation last night and couldn't wipe it off. He didn't show up in front of Qinghe properly for several days, leaving early and returning late, busy teaching adults and children in small villages how to practice martial arts.

It was a day when the sky was raining, and it was hard for her to find an excuse to go out. Qing He stood in front of her calmly and leisurely, and handed out the scriptures wrapped in silk, succinctly: "Return to you."

Chi Heng stared wide-eyed at the 'hot potato' handed over, and Fox questioned: "You, have you finished reading it?"

"Ah."

She answered carelessly, and Chi Heng's mind moved secretly, knowing that she was angry, and angry that he had avoided seeing her these few days.

After receiving the story book, her mind froze, and she said in a strange way: "Is it good? Do you still want to read it?"

She certainly doesn't know how to please Qingmei next door, who is not taboo about meat and vegetables.

In particular, Wanwan's light-eyed look is the tranquility and indifference that cannot be outlined in ink and wash paintings. At first glance, it is soaked in alienation and cold, like thin snow passing through the corridor in winter.

Qing He lifted her lips and sneered leisurely: "It's not as good-looking as yours, so I don't want to see it."

"..."

Chi Heng held the scripture book in his hands and asked, "Wanwan?"

"Ok?"

The little general hooked her little finger with his finger, and when he hooked his hand, the coolness of his fingertips made him pity her. Her voice was as soft as catkins in spring in April, and she whispered, "Sister Qinghe?"

Qinghe struggled symbolically.

With such a little strength, how can she struggle better than Lian Jiazi who has practiced martial arts since childhood?

Chi Heng hooked her hand to prevent her from running away: "Sister, take a look at me."

Shen Qing looked sideways with his pale face, his voice was as gentle as ever, without any emotion: "Are you willing to let me see you?"

Living under the same roof, for several days in a row, he could only find someone when he had three meals with him. Chi Heng was ashamed when asked, "I apologize to my sister."

"It's just compensation, isn't it?"

She was willing to answer more than anything else, and Chi Heng cheered up: "As long as my sister forgives me, I can do anything."

What she said unknowingly fell into Miss Shen's trap again, Qinghe smiled half-smile: "Really, I don't know if your words are true or not, after all, A Chi can hide from me if he wants to..."

"Don't dare anymore!"

The little general begged pitifully.

"Okay." The sick beauty smiled sweetly: "After reading it last night, I think this paragraph is very good, Ah Chi read it to me?"

"What?" Chi Heng was stunned on the spot, opened the script in disbelief, stumbled and asked, "Which passage?"

"This paragraph." She tapped her jade finger lightly.

The little general's throat choked, and he was worried: this paragraph... Wanwan really likes to hold grudges.

"What, do you want to remember?"

She acted as if she didn't want to leave immediately, but Chi Heng didn't dare to ask her to leave just now, so she bit the bullet and held the scroll with one hand, while the other hand was still hooking the girl's cool little finger, and Yu Ran felt melancholy , cleared his throat seriously:

"But Zhu Sanniang was born with icy muscles and fine bones, with a slender waist and charming eyes..."

Qinghe sat leaning on the small couch, resting his head on her shoulder and smiling while listening to her reading this script, the little finger was hooked for a long time, and the coolness dissipated.

The little general's heart was hot and his body was hot, even if he showed the unruffled energy of an eminent monk, he would inevitably be scalded by the words that came out of his mouth.

"...Zhu Sanniang said: You stupid wood, thanks to being a woman, you are clumsy, and your hands don't matter."

Chi Heng still didn't understand the meaning when he read "it doesn't matter", and he read it clearly, thankful that it rained today and no one came.

If someone heard her uttering such lies to a beautiful and clear woman like Qinghe's sister, it would be embarrassing.

"This method pays attention to propriety..." She thought: What kind of method is this method?

"If I say, women and women's happiness is about the integration of body and mind... Hiss!" Chi Heng accidentally bit his tongue for a moment - women and women's happiness? !

Qing He leaned on her shoulder and listened with great interest. Hearing the sound was both funny and heartbroken: "Are you biting?"

She sat up straight: "Don't read it, let me see."

Chi Heng put away the scalding words as if he had been pardoned, and said in his heart: Wanwan is really good at meat and vegetables, if she knew this, she should have bit her tongue sooner.

"Open your mouth and show me."

Unable to bear her urging, the little general poked out the tip of his tongue with a blushing face, this situation fell on her heart, she didn't feel too embarrassed.

Sure enough, everything needs to be compared, she would rather Wanwan hold her chin and carefully examine the tip of her tongue than speak those indecent words.

"It's a good thing there's no bleeding."

There is no need for medication if there is no bleeding.

Qinghe looked at her with a smile: "I also said that you are a well-informed person who loves to visit flower houses, but I didn't expect you to get there..."

"What are you talking about, what does it mean to be well-informed who loves to visit flower houses?" Chi Heng objected: "Visiting flower houses is purely for drinking and looking at beauties, who said that it must be that?"

When she said this, Miss Shen was in a happy mood when she heard it, she didn't show it on her face, she turned her eyes lightly, and said quietly: "There is nothing wrong with the tongue, it has a beginning and an end, then continue reading."

"Still reading?!"

Little General Chi has a reputation of being lustful and dirty, he has no courage to do bad things, his heart is pure, and he doesn't stir up dirt.

Thinking of the gradually chaotic description that followed, she raised her eyes to look at Wanwan's smiling eyes, her scalp was numb, and she picked up the scriptures that were thrown on the ground, her intestines turned green with regret.

You shouldn't, you shouldn't, you shouldn't hide from Wanwan.

It was good to lose face once, but now it's good, one after another.

After so many times, she has a numb face: "Zhu Sanniang lightly unfastens her belt..."

She is extremely cute, Shen Qing and Xiao lay on her shoulders, laughing until there are still tears in the end of their eyes, I feel pity for her.

Holding back a few words, seeing that she was still smiling, Chi Heng threw away the script, mouth full of grievances: "Who am I doing this for?"

"For me." Miss Shen immediately sat up straight as if changing her face, her whole body was reserved and beautiful, weak and innocent.

This innocent appearance could not last for a few breaths, when she met someone's embarrassing eyes, she laughed and fell into Chi Heng's arms.

Not to mention that she couldn't stop laughing, Chi Heng wanted to laugh too after a long time.

After 14 years of growing up, it is easy to deal with life and death crises, but now I am confused by the story of Duan Luanluanfeng.

She thought: What's the matter, didn't Wanwan just tell her clearly that she didn't take it to heart?

On the contrary, it was me who felt ashamed and avoided seeing her because of the script, which caused Wanwan to 'settle accounts' with her.

With a clear mind, the little general laughed out loud.

The storybook was lying on the ground, flipped by the wind, and the two childhood sweethearts laughed together, accompanied by the pattering rain outside the window, creating a different kind of warmth and joy.

In the end, the script was thrown into the bottom of the box by Chi Heng, thinking that the relationship with Wanwan would become more intimate after this incident, so he endured the trouble of finding the shopkeeper of the bookstore.

In the blink of an eye, August is here.

The night before going to [Daliu Bookstore] for the 'Three Days of Instruction', Chi Heng looked for an opportunity to give away the golden hairpin she had bought in the city before.

When receiving the golden hairpin, Qinghe's eyes changed slightly, and he carefully looked at her Achi's eyes full of joy, and resisted asking more questions.

"Wanwan, you will look good wearing this hairpin tomorrow."

"Achi's gift is naturally beautiful."

The sky and the earth are quiet, and the stars and the moon shine together.

It was still early, neither of them felt sleepy, they sat side by side on the stone steps in front of the door.

The evening breeze reduces the heat and heat of the day, and saves the annoying hustle and bustle at night. Not long after taking a bath in Qinghe, the hair is only tied with a bamboo hairpin.

Chi Heng sighed a few times, stopped mentioning the hairpin, and looked at the bright moon in the sky again: "I asked Aunt Mu, why is Aunt Mu unwilling to reveal the content of tomorrow's instruction. Wanwan, do you know?"

"I don't know." Qinghe shook his head, with vague guesses floating in his heart.

She tilted her head and looked at the little general's face full of confusion: "Tomorrow's matter, tomorrow will know."