Reborn as a petite ex-uncle

On the first night in Qiushui Mountain Villa, Su Mi didn't close her eyes all night.

It was almost dawn, and I couldn't hold it any longer, so I fell asleep for a while.

When I woke up, it was almost noon.

It was still the same as yesterday, with limp limbs and no strength at all.

She tried to use her ability to open the lock again, but there was still no response.

It seemed that it was really impossible to use the ability before the medicinal properties faded completely.

Not to mention using abilities.

Even if normal people can do it, it is very difficult.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help frowning.

How powerful is this five stone powder?

She also sniffed a little yesterday.

Why are you still not well today?

After a while, Chi Heng came in and brought her breakfast.

She had no appetite at all, but in order to recover her strength sooner, she managed to drink some porridge and soy milk.

After she finished eating, Chi Heng brought in a wheelchair and helped her sit on it.

Su Mi frowned: "What is this?"

Chi Heng replied: "Young master Zong said, after Miss Su has finished eating every day, let me take you around the villa and look around."

She immediately understood Zong Lu's meaning, he wanted her to get acquainted with the environment here, to see if she could remember the things about Zong Yin's marriage in her previous life.

His persistence and obsession have never disappeared.

But he didn't object.

Anyway, it's better than being locked in a room.

After wandering around Qiushui Mountain Villa, Su Mi didn't have the slightest impression of the dowry village of Zongyin Marriage.

Instead, I saw three or two burly men in black suits outside the villa.

It is estimated that the bodyguards hired by Zonglu are guarding the outside of the villa.

From this point of view, it was even more difficult for her to run.

Seeing that Su Mi looked tired, Chi Heng pushed her back to the room.

Before entering the room, Su Mi took another look at Chi Heng:

"Chi Heng, I can understand that your grandfather and you are loyal to my brother, but now that my brother has done such a thing, are you sure you want to help him?"

"Tell me where Xiao Subao is, and let me go, okay?"

"Don't worry, just say that I escaped by myself, and it has nothing to do with you. I can't blame you."

Chi Heng smiled wryly:

"Miss Su, do you think Young Master Zong is a fool who will believe everything I say?"

Sighed again: "I'm offended, Miss Su."

Push her back into the room, leave, and lock the door behind her.

……

It was still dusk, but Su Mi was already tired. As soon as she fell on the bed, she fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long it took, but in my sleep, my vision gradually cleared up.

She knew that Huanyan had put herself in a dream again.

Walking towards the light, I saw a familiar courtyard.

It is Qiushui Villa where she is now.

It's just that compared with the current Qiushui Mountain Villa, the current environment is more quaint.

Three or two maidservants in ancient clothes walked past.

She got it.

At this time, it was the Qiushui Villa in the Jin Dynasty.

Turning his head, he saw a Taihu stone round table under a big tree outside Zhuangzi.

A familiar slim and beautiful figure sat under the tree, holding a book, reading it while enjoying the cool air.

It's Zong Yin's marriage.

Judging by her attire, she is already Princess Changnan.

She remembered what Zong Lu said, that Zong Yin would occasionally go back to dowry Zhuangzi to stay for a while after marriage.

The weather in the dream should be summer.

Probably to escape the heat.

At this time, Zong Yinyu should have just married Changnan King not long ago.

There is still the shyness and joy of being a new wife in her eyebrows and eyes.

Just at this moment, a tall and heroic figure in a purple silk robe, accompanied by guards, got off the carriage not far away and walked towards this side.

Zong Yinyin read the book too seriously and didn't notice it.

The maid standing by the side saw it, and was startled, and was about to pay respects to King Changnan, but the man had already made a gesture of retreating to her.

Both the maid and the guards lowered their heads and stepped back.

Duan Beixiao quietly walked behind Zong Yinyin, leaning on Xia Lang's body, lowering his eyes with interest, looking at the book she was reading.

Zong Yinyin noticed the breathing behind her back, so she stood up as if startled.

Because he was caught off guard, he staggered, tilted his body, and almost fell.

The man grabbed her arm, pulled her tightly into his arms, and protected her tightly.

Another kind of big hand hugged her waist and held her in the palm.

The bloodthirsty eyes on the battlefield, looking at the soft person in her arms at this moment, are full of tenderness:

"Are you okay?"

Zong Yinyin blushed.

Obviously, it is really embarrassing for a lady who was brought up by an orthodox family to maintain such intimacy with a man in broad daylight.

Even if the person in front of her is her legal husband.

She clenched her catkins into powder balls, pressed against the man's chest, and wanted to push him away: "...Isn't the lord going to train for the next few days? Why are you here?"

However, Duan Beixiao is a person who is used to indulgence. Whether it is his military career or being favored by the emperor, he has created a disposition that is unrestrained and unrestrained in everything he does.

What's more, this is in his wife's other village.

Without any fear, he still hugged the sweet girl in his arms tightly: "After training the soldiers, it's time to train the princess."

Su Mi's lips twitched.

Unexpectedly, Changnan Wang, a straight and rough-looking martial artist, would be very good at flirting.

Zong Yinyu is a young girl who just got married. She has never left the door since she was a child, and her boudoir is strict, just as innocent as a piece of white paper. She didn't understand her husband's flirting all of a sudden, and her pure eyes were dazed: " What is there to practice as a concubine. I am not a soldier of the prince."

Duan Beixiao's face changed a little when his little wife saw it, and he seemed to be agitated. He hugged her tighter, bent his head and neck, and whispered a few words into her petite and lovely ears.

Zong Yinyin's face turned red again, and her young and pure heart seemed to have been greatly shaken. She was ashamed and annoyed, and pushed her husband away:

"I won't tell you."

Duan Beixiao knew that his wife was just like a little girl when she was a first-time wife. Seeing that she was frightened, she pulled her white wrist and pulled her back into his arms again, not to tease her anymore.

Another hand picked up the book she had put on the stone table, avoiding the topic:

"looking at what."

Zong Yinyu suddenly lost her embarrassment, and snatched the book back: "I didn't read anything..."

Duan Beixiao thought she was reading the pornographic books and erotic books privately kept by the women in the boudoir, and scratched her nose:

"You still say that the king is bad, but the king thinks the princess is even worse."

Zong Yinyin didn't explain, put a volume of the book back into her sleeve pocket, and retorted softly: "I didn't read those."

The moment she put it back into her sleeve pocket, Su Mi saw it clearly, it seemed——

"Bingjian".

The last time I dreamed, Duan Beixiao read this book before meeting Zhao Chuli in the study.

Ke Zongyin is married to a boudoir woman, who neither goes to battle to kill the enemy nor is an official in the court, so why read military books?

The only explanation is...

Zong Yinyin really likes King Changnan very much.

Want to know more about his career interests.

Duan Beixiao saw that Zong Yinyin's face was blushing, and he became more and more sure that she was reading some boudoir pornographic books. He was afraid that she would be embarrassed, so he didn't bother to ask further questions.

Seeing the fragrant sweat protruding from her forehead, he was afraid that she was sunburned, so he suddenly picked her up in the air, turned around and walked towards the villa.