Girl Shen's strategy for chasing his wife

There was a conversation outside the door, Shen Qinghe sat up, leaned against the soft pillow, released the strength of his whole body on his back, lightly closed his eyes, and began to think about the minutiae that he had to deal with tonight in a relaxed state.

Thoughts circled back and forth in her mind three times to confirm that there were no omissions, she relaxed her waist, raised her slender knuckles and gently pressed her swollen temples.

After thanking the waiter in the shop for his kindness to bring the food upstairs, Chi Heng pushed the door in with a pear wood tray.

She moved very lightly, and when she entered the door, she saw that the person sleeping on the bed had woken up, her clear eyes lit up delicately: "Sister, are you feeling better?"

"Fortunately."

The little general put the food on the table casually, moved a round wooden stool and sat in front of the bed, and grabbed Miss Shen's slender wrist covered in the brocade quilt in a decent way.

Qinghe let her do what she did, and cooperated without saying a word, with the gentleness between his eyebrows lowered like water.

Sometimes I don't look at A Chi like this.

A Chi's eyelashes are very long, his eyes are clear, his lips are red and his teeth are white.

The young and bright "Chi San Gongzi" is so beautiful that people often ignore her gender. She wears a crimson dress with a white lining next to her body, red and white, and rides a horse. It is a rare bright color in Shengjing City.

Blooming hair in spring, wrapped in plain winter, colorful purples and reds, snowy plums of two colors, nothing compares to the little general who wears flowers and brushes willows in spring, and deerskin boots in cold winter. Come.

Everything in the world, nothing can match the beauty of General Chi.

In the past, she didn't understand why A Chi's nature was pure and pure, but he had a reputation in Shengjing for being lecherous and vicious. Unexpectedly, lecherousness is true, and viciousness is also true, but these two things are completely different from what the world thinks.

At the age of 14, General Chi hoped that his son would become a dragon, and his expectations for her were too high.

Expectations are too high, which is also suspicious.

Qing He sighed in his heart, resisted thinking about the secrets of the General's Mansion, and smiled as he watched the little General diagnose her pulse.

Chi Heng's medical skills are mediocre, and after a diagnosis, nothing wrong was found. She expected the soup and medicine she drank to be effective, so she withdrew her hand: "Sister, are you hungry?"

She turned around and brought the food. The hot millet porridge was boiled until it was thick. There was a layer of light porridge oil floating on the surface of the porcelain bowl. It was fragrant and delicious.

Paired with two or three light and appetizing side dishes, it can be regarded as a high-quality dinner.

"Sister, you rest, I'll feed you."

She had something to say first, Qinghe didn't refuse, and gave the little general enough face.

Seeing her sitting there obediently waiting to be fed, Chi Heng was in a good mood and worked more attentively.

Recalling the scene of A Niang feeding her several times in her mind, she regained seventy points of confidence, scooped rice porridge with a porcelain spoon, and gently blew on the cooling air, copying Mrs. Chi's meticulous consideration for her daughter.

"Sister, slow down, be careful of burning."

"Ah."

In my memory, except for the nanny who raised her, no one wanted to blow away her superfluous heat like this now.

Shen Qinghe was born suffering from the cold and poison, and her body was weak. Years of hard work had hardened her heart. She was definitely not someone who was easily moved. On the contrary, she was intelligent and heartless. Sometimes even his own life can be counted.

A person like her was born without a mother, and her father didn't love her. Her aunt always stared at her faults, which made her walk on thin ice when she was a child, and lived a hard life.

Day after day, develop the scheming of today's city government.

One thing falls one thing.

Chi Heng's sincerity, enthusiasm, and flawless kindness, separated by a wall, have been soaked by the years and become her bottom line.

Rice porridge warms the stomach, and what warms people's hearts more than rice porridge is the bright smile of the little general.

Seeing her smile, Qinghe's mood improved unconsciously.

"tasty?"

"Ah."

She was not used to talking too much when eating, so Chi Heng stopped pestering her and fed her a bowl of porridge spoon by spoon.

Porridge and side dishes, it's rare that Qinghe has a good appetite tonight.

Seeing that she was eating well, General Chi's last worry dissipated.

Outside the window, the moon peeked out of the clouds, and the little general covered himself with a brocade quilt after taking a bath, intending to sleep comfortably.

Originally, she and Wanwan planned to go to Los Angeles to see peonies, but during this stay, the peonies withered long ago, did not catch up with the flowering period, did not become a peony flower that was overwhelmed by wealth, and did not allow Wanwan to fulfill her wish, and she felt regretful.

She suddenly remembered the fun and elegant story of Zhang Tou from a small village who gave her aunt hairpins. She had an idea. Old Zhang Tou knew that flowers would fail to bloom and make silk flowers to please people. Why couldn't she draw a peony for Wan Wan?

In a single thought, her mind was unimpeded, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and she rolled over and fell asleep.

The night darkened inadvertently.

Across the wall, the girl sleeping in the wing room frowned, with cold sweat gradually oozing from her forehead.

Cold, as cold as falling into an ice cave.

Ordinary people jumping into the river at the beginning of September should be careful not to catch the wind and cold. With her sick body suffering from cold poison for many years, the windows were not closed at night, and she would be so sick that she couldn't stay in bed the next day.

Lengshuang crept up to her pair of remote mountain brows quietly, just like the distant mountain was soaked in cold.

Cold sweat drenched the brocade inner, Shen Qinghe let out a weak moan in his sleep.

The bone-piercing cold is about to frostbite the bones, and the cold poison is induced like a ferocious beast breaking out of a cage made of fine steel, wanton destruction, menacing.

She reluctantly opened her eyes, which were stained red.

The expected high fever came as expected, hot and cold, hot and cold.

The curled up limbs were sore and hot, and they suddenly became cold again. The chill ran rampant in the blood, tears welled up at the end of her eyes, and she became unconscious from the fever.

Fortunately, at this point, everything has progressed perfectly according to her expectations.

The golden bell tied around his waist rang.

The bell rang four or five times, and it could be heard far away in the middle of the night. She put down her hands weakly, wrapped the quilt tightly, and her teeth chattered from the cold.

People who practice martial arts are subconsciously alert even when they are asleep at night, let alone when they are out of the house.

The crisp bell rang in the dead of night, and General Chi suddenly opened his eyes. The drowsiness in his eyes was frightened away. He turned over and raised his knife, and hurried out with his outer shirt on.

The moment I stepped out the door, I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in my heart, as if such a scene had happened before.

No time to think about it, the door was kicked open by her.

"Wan Wan!"

Confused by the fever, Qinghe wanted to laugh when he heard her nervous and worried cry, his lips parted slightly, and he called out "A Chi" in the dark, wondering if Chi Heng heard it.

Candles are lit and the room is illuminated.

Seeing her sick face clearly, Chi Heng's eyes turned sour, and he hurried to the bed: "Wanwan, Wanwan..."

"cold……"

"Cold? I'll get you a quilt again!"

She didn't dare to delay, she rushed out the door in a few steps, and brought a quilt over Qinghe's body in a blink of an eye, "Is it still cold?"

Seeing the frost condensed between her eyebrows clearly, Chi Heng's heart ached.

The girl wrapped in the brocade quilt didn't hear her question in a daze, her eyes were closed, and her delicate body was trembling.

"Wanwan, I will do my best to drive away the cold for you!"

Pure Yang Qi flows into Qinghe tendons again.

[Yin Yang Trace Back Method] After success, Chi Heng will bear half of the cold poison for her, otherwise, Shen Qing and Du Fa will suffer even more unbearably.

After a quarter of an hour, feeling powerless, the little general endured the coldness rushing around his body and held on for another quarter of an hour. Seeing the frost and snow melting between Qinghe's brows, her heart was slightly relaxed, and she took out the handkerchief she carried with her to wipe off her forehead. Sweat in between.

"Wanwan, you have a terrible fever. I'm going to ask the doctor. Wait for me for a while, and I'll be right back."

The door was closed again, the cold was suppressed, but the high fever never subsided.

Qinghe's outstretched hand was hanging on the edge of the bed, but he didn't touch the corner of her clothes, and gradually fell asleep.

After Chi Heng went downstairs, he was worried about leaving her alone, so he entrusted 20 taels of silver to the waiter at the night watch to go outside for medical treatment.

Walking in the door lightly, she saw the brocade quilt on the bed was lifted, and another quilt fell on the floor. The girl's face was flushed with heat, her hair was scattered on the side of the pillow, her temples were wet with sweat, and her collar was slightly loose.

Little General Chi is recognized as an expert in appreciating beauty, and she can speak clearly about beauty wherever it is.

However, at this glance, her heart skipped a beat, and she didn't know what words to use to describe her graceful beauty.

Even when Xizi came to the world, he was not half as good as his eyes.

Suddenly, a sense of self-blame and shame welled up in her heart, Wanwan was so uncomfortable, but she still had the desire to appreciate beauty, and immediately tapped her head with her fingers, wishing to knock out the water in her brain.

Her body fluctuated from hot to cold, and when she heard the sound of the door while she was drowsy, the vigilance in Qinghe's heart forced her to recover a bit of clarity, and when she felt the familiar breath approaching, she stopped struggling and fell asleep at ease.

Chi Heng sat on the edge of the bed and closed her slightly open collar, holding a hot towel in his hand, staring at the snowy neck in a daze.

Apart from the noble concubines in the palace, Wanwan is the one who pokes the most beauty in her heart.

Wanwan has been beautiful since she was a child, and the daughters of civil servants and military generals don't like to play with her, maybe there is no reason why they are jealous of her natural good looks.

God gave Shen Jiaqinghe the most beautiful color, and gave her the most weather-resistant body.

Can't stand the wind and rain, but these years have not been short of wind and rain.

After dipping the towel in water and wringing it dry again, Chi Heng restrained his mind and wiped the sweat from between her brows and cheeks for her.

For the sake of 20 taels, the waiter almost broke his leg.Panting and running back, seeing the rich and generous guest, he said: "Tonight, the magistrate's fourth concubine has an emergency, and all the famous doctors in the city have been taken to the county magistrate's mansion!"

Chi Heng was furious, and quickly went upstairs with a gloomy face: "It's unreasonable, but a seventh-rank county magistrate, how can such a powerful official come from?"

She muttered, and cruelly lifted the brocade quilt covering the young girl, and said softly, "Wanwan, I'll take you to the clinic."

He secretly said "offend", fished her out of the bed, quickly put on her coat and veiled hat, and carried her out of the inn gate.

In the second half of the night, the entire Wangshan City was as dark as a radish dug out of a pit and soaked in a dark clay pot filled with salt water.

It was windy outside, and Chi Heng ran directly to the magistrate's mansion with her on his back, running faster and faster, not only his feet were anxious, but his heart was also anxious.

The person on the back has not moved, and the body attached to the back is getting hotter and hotter.

Little General Chi, who has always been fearless, ran alone in the dark night, and was suddenly struck by the long-lost fear.

She was so anxious that she was about to cry, all the previous pretending to be calm turned into bubbles spit out from the fish's mouth, which would burst with a poke.

"Wanwan, Wanwan, talk to me..."

"Wanwan?"

"Sister Qinghe?"

Swallowing the choked sobs in his throat, Chi Heng stabilized his voice: "Qinghe, can you wake up? I'm so scared by myself..."

The wild cat on the street let out a yelp in response to the occasion, which sounded like a child crying.

When Shen Qinghe was in a coma, she could only feel someone whispering in her ear, she knew who it was, so she held on her energy and lightly rubbed her cheek against that person's ear.

His face was hot, but Chi Heng's ears were cold.

The hot and the cold were exciting, and the little general wept with joy: "Wan Wan!"

"Achi..."

Shen Qinghe leaned on her back, not bothering to open his eyes: "Ah Chi..."

"I'm here, I'm here, sister, I'll take you to the clinic, let's see a doctor, we'll be there soon!" She quickened her pace.

The night is very dark, and you can only know where you are by relying on a few dark lights by the side of the road. The sky is cloudy, the moon no longer rises, and the stars disappear.

Hearing her voice, the light in Chi Heng's heart also lit up.

Afraid that she would sleep again, she tried every means to beg her to say a few more words, asking all kinds of things, even Tian Mingqing and what she wanted to eat.

Slowly, no one answered, and it became her talking to herself again.

"Wanwan, Wanwan, please talk to me..."

"Wanwan, Wanwan, don't sleep, we'll be there soon..."

Qinghe, who was drowsy from the fever, limply lay on her thin and thin shoulders, and chuckled softly: "Little crying bag Achi."

"Yes, I'm Little Crying Bag!"

There are also people who are rushing to think of themselves as 'little crying bags'.

Qinghe's voice was hoarse, and he teased her half-jokingly: "A Chi Xiaokuibao, you promise to marry me when you grow up, and I won't sleep."

"Marry you?!" Chi Heng was confused: "I, can I marry you?"

The man on his back ignored her.

He didn't dare to provoke her when he was sick, and he couldn't tell whether what she said was true or false, fearing that she would fall asleep, and fearing that she might make mistakes in the future, Chi Heng spoke quickly and nodded his head: "Marry, marry, as long as you are Wanwan and be good." Yes, not to mention marrying you, but having children with you!"

Young people's promises come quickly, but they don't know that a single word is a lifetime.

She is so deceitful.

After going round and round, Qinghe finally got her wish. She laughed hoarsely: "In this way, this suffering will no longer be suffering..."

Chi Heng couldn't understand this, thought she was burning out, and said repeatedly: "I promise you, I promise you! You hold on, don't sleep!"

Fierce and posturing.

This is the second contract that Chi Heng made for Shen Qinghe when he was young.

The first appointment was to watch the sunrise, and she agreed with Qinghe to accompany her wherever she wanted to go when she recovered from her illness.

The second appointment is to marry her.

The agreement was fulfilled, Shen Qinghe kept his word and kept going all the way to the county magistrate's mansion.

The door was closed tightly, and Chi Heng knocked on the door behind his back, when the door heard the sound, he asked impatiently, "What are you doing!"

"Come to the hospital to see a doctor!"

The two of them were more anxious than the other, and the other was more aggressive than the other. The door was stunned by her yelling, and they laughed angrily: "Look clearly, this is the county grandpa's mansion, it's not something—"

The door that was about to be closed was kicked open by Chi Heng.

"Where the doctor is, isn't it a medical center?"

The door was anxious, maybe he had never seen such a fierce young man, he put his hands on his hips: "The house is in chaos today, and you will be in chaos in the future..."

Hearing the movement, the guards came with sticks, and surrounded the trespassers on the inner three floors and the outer three floors.

The courtyard was brightly lit, making the 'young man' look more and more cold.

"I am Chi Heng, the youngest son of General Chi Yanchi, with this name card as proof, who dares to stop me!?"

The bronzing name post was held high by her, General Chi's reputation spread far and wide, no one dared to step forward to verify the authenticity of the name post.

The butler ran into the backyard in shock, and after a while, the county magistrate ran out to greet him with sweat on his brow.

It's not a secret that Third Young Master Chi abducted General Shen's daughter to elope, and there was a lot of trouble in Shengjing a few days ago.

According to legend, the two were assassinated on the way, and their life and death were unknown. In order to calm the anger of the general, His Majesty beheaded the son of the Minister of Rites to relieve his grievances.

Right now, a person who called himself "Chi San Gongzi" broke into the door late at night, and the county magistrate suddenly felt that the sky above his head was about to collapse.

People are real, and famous posts are also real.

After a lot of tossing and frightening, I found out that the third son came to seek medical treatment, and the county magistrate apologized, wrote a letter overnight and sent it to the Shengjing General's Mansion as quickly as possible.