Girl Shen's strategy for chasing his wife

It gets dark early in winter, and Chi Heng walks out of his fiancée's boudoir with limp legs and feet that have been picked off thorns, and the sky is shining with stars.

Wan Wan takes a bath in the bathtub.

Thinking about why she had to take a bath, General Chi's waist and abdomen became hot, and he took a deep breath and climbed over the high wall between the two mansions.

General's House.

Chi Heng was not fully recovered from his injuries and rushed to Shen's house. It was time for dinner and no one came back. Mrs. Chi was about to call for someone next door when she walked out the door and saw that Chi Heng was in a daze, not looking at the road, and bumped into the wall.

Stop it with your hand.

The little general bumped his forehead into his mother's palm.

Mrs. Chi was not angry, she was worried about her, and asked, "Why are you out of your mind? Who got your soul away?"

Chi Heng raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, threw the twig, and said with shame, "No one. Aunt, I'm going back to my room, I want to sleep for a while."

"Stop eating?"

"Eat when you wake up hungry."

Mrs. Chi watched her go away, raised her eyebrows and glanced at the next door: Tsk!If you don't accept it, you can't do it, it's really one thing surrendering another thing, and I don't know who exactly surrendered Ahheng Qinghe.

Back in the room, General Chi took off her inner and outer robes and slipped into the soft bed. The earth dragon was burning in the room. She lifted the brocade quilt covering her body and stroked her flat waist without a trace of fat.

Shen Si rode a horse through a series of mountains.

The scented dew soaked through the clothes and left here through layers of cover has long since evaporated with the body temperature.

She didn't take a bath tonight, and she was reluctant to take a bath.

She raised her head and couldn't help but fantasize: Has the fragrant jade dew drawn from Fengyuebao land soaked into her skin?

Chi Heng's throat was thirsty, his eyes were dazed, and he looked at the void absently, as if recreating the wonderful situation from the perspective of an outsider.

So beautiful.

It's breathtakingly beautiful and embarrassing.

She still felt hot without the quilt.

The fingertips twirled around the waist vaguely.

She thought in a strange way: Wanwan is here.

Unreserved, complete trust and dependence, enthusiasm and forbearance.

The cloud that drives people crazy. The rain state.

The madness of wanting to die for her.

She took a deep breath, rolled up the quilt and turned to face the wall to force herself to think about something else.

Wanwan was angry.

Wanwan ignored her.

Chi Heng held the corner of the quilt in his mouth and rubbed his fingers to calculate how long it would take until the coronation ceremony.

February [-]th.

She loosened her jaw.

Let me die, I can't wait a day.

The heat in his body was quenched by a basin of cold water, and the little general chose to sleep with his head covered with two groans.

She doesn't want to take a bath.

If possible, she doesn't want to scrub her baby's waist in this life.

But thinking of Wanwan being so clean, Chi Hengmao beat the bed under the quilt, heartbroken - wash it tomorrow!

She fell into a strange state beyond comprehension by drinking water with affection, and didn't get up to eat all night.

Seeing the [Mingguangyuan] candlelight go out, Mrs. Chi sighed and shook her head: It seems that the chicken soup that is being boiled must be eaten by Ah Heng tomorrow.

The young man's mind is like a strange wind, sometimes facing east and sometimes west, but no matter which direction it blows, it always revolves around the girl named 'Qinghe'.

Her daughter, who plunged headlong into the world of mortals and was willing to be swept away by love, was a good thing, and maybe it was also a bad thing.

Before everything is revealed, who can tell clearly?

……

【Mingguang Temple】.

Before dawn, Chi Heng got up and put on his clothes to take a bath in the hot spring pool.

She looked at the white and tender waist with pity.

He scooped up a handful of water and sprinkled it on his collarbone, then slid down, leaning against the warm and slippery jade, the little general slowly closed his eyes in the mist of water.

The image of the beauty with lotus arms lightly entwined came to mind.

She touched the back of her neck, reminiscing about the scene of Wanwan ringing her neck and weeping softly in her ear.

Guxiang has a slender waist, and the snow-white underwear hangs the subtle and innocent temptation of the world, which is beautifully different from ordinary people.

The two jade legs really didn't weigh much, and a slender waist was pinched and lifted, and the sound of the collision swayed the red dust, and the pale snow jade was dyed rouge.

Separation and reunion, entanglement and greasyness, prompting a vague joy.

Chi Heng took a heavy breath, slapped his palm and splashed a few splashes on the water: I can't think about it anymore.

It was bright daylight, and General Chi relied on a breath of immortal energy he had sucked in from nowhere to exert his inexhaustible energy on the training ground.

Her injury is still not healed, but her fighting strength is not bad. She woke up from a night without eating and was full of energy.

Eighteen kinds of weapons have been practiced one after another, and they are sweating in the cold winter months.

It's good to sweat,

Better to sweat than anything else.

She took the veil handed over by the maid, wiped off her sweaty face, turned around and went to the hot spring pool to wash off the sweat stains, and after a while, she changed into a handsome dress and went to eat.

Chi Ying and Chi Ai had already finished their meal and rushed to the barracks, and General Chi went to court earlier.

Mrs. Chi glanced at her: "Mother thought you would become an immortal after attaining enlightenment, but you still remember to fill your stomach."

"Oh, mother, stop teasing me, give me a taste of your chicken soup, I can smell the aroma from a long distance! I'm so hungry!"

"Can you be greedy for a bowl of chicken soup?"

"Isn't this the soup made by Auntie? Didn't the soup made by Auntie draw out all the gluttons?"

Chi Heng is serious and coaxing, his beautiful eyes are full of sincerity.

It's not good to be a mother and then argue with her, humming: "Slick tongue."

"Mother, this soup smells really good." She scooped up the porcelain spoon and patiently blew off the heat, and happily delivered it to her mouth.

What a delicious chicken soup!

It's time for Wanwan to try it too!

A suspicious blush appeared on Chi Heng's small face, and Mrs. Chi wondered: "Drink soup as long as you drink it. If it's okay, what kind of flirting are you making?"

She really didn't want to admit that it was a lump of meat crawling out of her stomach.

"Mom, do you have any more chicken soup? Give Wanwan a bowl too."

She excitedly arranged all kinds of matters, ate her fill, and ran to [Xiuchun Yuan] with the clay pot of chicken soup in her arms.

Halfway through the walk, thinking of Wanwan and her being angry, she had no choice but to go to the two sisters Liuqin and Liuse. The soup jar was finally sent out, and Chi Heng went home to pester A Niang to learn how to cook soup.

"Why do you learn how to make soup?" Mrs. Chi looked suspicious.

Just as Chi Heng was about to say, "Make soup for Wanwan to drink", thinking of Aniang's habit of canning vinegar, he raised his face and smiled brightly: "If you learn how to make soup, you can give it to your dearest and dearest people."

Dearest, favorite.

No problem.

Even if she knew that she was most likely for Miss Shen next door, Mrs. Chi was still coaxed into a smile.

separated by a wall.

【Embroidery Spring Courtyard】.

Qinghe got up half an hour later than usual today.

When she got out of bed, her legs were sore and weak, she didn't show it, she washed up and was ready to eat.

Looking at the extra soup cans on the dining table, she asked, "Where did they come from?"

"The little general sent it early in the morning."

The porcelain spoon made a crisp knocking sound in the small bowl, and Miss Shen's pretty face sank slightly: "I haven't calmed down yet, who will allow her to send this here? Take it back!"

Liuqin looked embarrassed: "If I don't accept the little general, how can I agree? She turned pale in anxiety, and I accepted it because of her kindness. Miss, why don't you try it, accept it if it tastes good, if it doesn't taste good, let's take it. Send it back with a can of soup?"

It sounds good, how can you send it back after you have tasted it?

Annoyed that the confidants around him were also facing that person, Qinghe finally buried his head and drank a sip of chicken soup under Liuqin Liuse's earnest consolation.

The fresh fragrance is delicious, fresh and not greasy.

She blushed slightly, feeling that she might be very proud of accepting this Tang Achi.

The cannibal has a soft mouth and is bombarded repeatedly by her 'sugar-coated cannonballs'. How can she be angry?

Yuan Shanmei wrinkled in one place.

"Next time, no more charges."

Liuqin Liuse didn't understand why the young lady wanted to put the person on top of her heart coldly, so she nodded in response.

"Aniang, you have to try it, how is my soup?"

Chi Heng wrinkled his face and brought chicken soup to his mother's mouth.

After all, the little padded jacket was made by himself under his own guidance, and the taste was so-so, so Mrs. Chi praised without any pressure: "Not bad."

"Is it really good?"

"very good."

Encouraged by his mother, Chi Heng felt relieved.Turning his head to stir fry a few vegetarian dishes, and counting the time, he made a squirrel mandarin fish, and put everything in a food box. Chi Heng ran to the wall of the two houses and meowed like a cat.

Hearing the 'cat sound', Liuqin vigilantly distinguished the clear tone of the little general, stepped forward with one foot, and Qinghe walked out from the door: "Don't worry about it."

Liuqin and Liuse looked at each other, wondering where the little general offended the young lady.

'Cat' meows annoyingly.

"Bring me my violin."

Liu Se obediently went to hug the piano.

The strings are plucked, and the sound of the piano is together, no matter how "cat" screams, it can't compare with the fierce and majestic "Broken Array".

Chi Heng was in trouble with the food box, and he also knew why Liu Se Liu Se didn't come.Wanwan didn't want to 'eat people's mouths', and thought she was annoying, so annoying that she started playing the piano!

She looked at the undeliverable lunch, worried.

At the end of the song, the 'cat' squatting in the corner seemed to go back the same way and there was no sound. Qinghe felt bored and didn't want to eat, so he hid in the inner room and sulked.

"Hey--"

"Shh!"

Chi Heng climbed over the wall gracefully and passed by: "You didn't see me."

The two of Qin and Se immediately covered their eyes with interest.

Putting down the food box like a thief, Chi Heng left Xiuchun courtyard as light as a swallow.

She knew why Wanwan was angry with her. She had a scene with the imperial concubine, but kept silent and kept avoiding it afterwards.

Wanwan is angry with her, because Wanwan has her in her heart.

Wanwan loves her.

If he didn't love her, he wouldn't have done that with her because of her noble nature.

Sex begins with love, and love gives birth to all kinds of sorrow.How could she teach her to be sulking alone?

Even if she doesn't see her, she should still be coaxed.

The relationship between them has been truly separated from outsiders since she relieved her. After a long journey, Chi Heng treats Shen Qinghe with another difference.

She stepped on the ladder and looked carefully at the Xiuchun Courtyard. After waiting for an hour, she didn't see Qin Se throwing out the food she cooked. She smiled, it was so beautiful.

Wanwan is still soft-hearted.

The soft-hearted girl Shen held the long chopsticks and sent a piece of fish to the mouth.

It's not the craftsmanship of the chef at home, let alone Mrs. Chi's craftsmanship.

She froze there, took a sip of everything on the table, and looked at Liuqin.

Liuqin quickly waved her hand: "I didn't pick it up!"

Liu Se followed suit and waved his hands: "I've been wronged too!"

"..."

Could it be that he grew his wings and flew to her dining table for this meal?Qinghe was angrily laughed at by them.

Looking at her expression, Liuqin asked in a low voice, "Do you want to throw it out?"

"Waste, extravagance."

"..."

Liuqin Liuser just shut up.

Sure enough, it is unreasonable for Miss Ying Mingru to turn her mind.

……

It was a fine day, and the little general, who finished her job as a thief, leaned on the ladder and looked at the Xiuchun Courtyard next door, and the food was not thrown out. She had a rippling smile on her face, and Wanwan's gentleness and elegance when she was eating appeared in her mind, and her heart was itchy. .

She opened a new chapter for her, wrote "love and joy" in her heart, and the matter with the concubine's sister could no longer cause the slightest storm in her heart, her storm was only gentle.

High winds and heavy rain.

The fragrance overflowing from the bones.

She dispelled her doubts, accepted her with actions, and told her that it was consensual from the beginning to the end, and that Chi Heng was full of gratitude and love for her.

She's excited about the difference in this relationship.

Lying on the ladder, even looking at the dead trees and grass in the Xiuchun Courtyard, I feel satisfied.

She was dazed for a moment.

These days when Wanwan ignored her, she was always in a daze.

Qinghe stepped out of the room wearing a snow cloak and holding the heater in his hand. Standing on the stone steps, he saw a head protruding from the wall.

A Chi was distracted.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Qinghe's eyes traced her face inch by inch, perhaps leading her to first realize Fengyue and see the joy and love in the world. This person's features have added indescribable charm, even if he doesn't smile, he is charming, and when he smiles, he is even more charming. people.

She stood on the stone steps and looked at her tenderly.

She was lying on the ladder fascinated thinking about her.

The cat raised its neck and meowed at Chi Heng.

The little general was startled, and raised his eyes to meet the beautiful eyes of his fiancee Qing Lingling.

She was so frightened that she trembled and said incoherently: "I, I'm looking at the scenery, I'm not here to see you, I didn't violate the agreement, ah, Wanwan, I—"

She waved her hands anxiously, before Qinghe turned back to the room, there was the chaotic sound of ladders collapsing and people falling to the ground from the other side of the wall.

"Ouch! My waist—"

"Third Young Master! Third Young Master, why did you fall down? Is it okay?" The servant hurried over.

Chi Heng wants to save face, thinking that Wanwan on the other end will definitely hear the movement, she is secretly ashamed, wishing she could reach out and cover his mouth.

"What a fuss! This little general's waist is made of iron, what happened if he fell?"

She stood up straight with difficulty, and hurried back to ask her mother to apply the auxiliary medicine for her.

The waist is the source of happiness, and it must not be hurt!

Hearing her brazenly say that her waist is made of iron, Qing He's cold eyes melted instantly.

With a smile on her lips, she was convinced: Ah Chi's waist is indeed strong, thin and powerful, it can't be damaged no matter how bumped it is, and his arm strength is also good.

Very capable.

Going back to the room to write down the prescription for the back injury, Qinghe looked out the window with one hand on his chin: this winter is so long.