Chongxi male wife

Before Qi Jingran came to the border, he married a wife, the daughter of a great Confucian in the capital, so she should be more delicate.

But his sweet wife is very different.

Qi Jingran's wife has had nothing to do for three years.

It's not that Qi Jingran values ​​his offspring, but that his wife doesn't want to consummate the marriage with him at all.

The number of times they consummated the house in a year is limited, Qi Jingran is out fighting, and Mrs. Qi is at home alone guarding the empty house.

He said it as if Mrs. Qi was wronged, but the truth was that Mrs. Qi didn't want to come to the border, and she didn't want to be with a big bastard like Qi Jingran.

When Su Mingxuan and Li Miao came back from Yuhang, they heard different voices in the yard.

A female voice was sharp and piercing: "How do you do things, such a slave has already been beaten to death in the capital."

While yelling, the woman called the servant girl beside her: "Yueliu, go and get someone to sell her."

Su Mingxuan and Li Miao looked at each other, and hurriedly walked into the small courtyard.

In the small courtyard, Cuiming was kneeling on the ground, and a woman was sitting in front of her, who seemed to be moved here specially by a servant.

"Little girl, she doesn't have a high status, but she is quite courageous."

As the woman said, she lifted her foot and wanted to step on the back of Cuiming's hand.

Just as Su Mingxuan wanted to stop him, he heard another voice.

"Song Wan, stop."

The woman named Song Wan put her feet back, and Cui Ming, who was almost stepped on by her, stood up without looking at her: "Why, my heart hurts, the general also has a day of loving others?"

Qi Jingran held on to the door frame, and beside him were his attendants who came along with General You.

"Song Wan, that's enough for you. Look at you. You don't have the demeanor of a young lady."

Song Wan lived with Qi Jingran these years, she really had enough.

Qi Jingran is not at home all year round, and she looks big and thick, which is not what she likes, but now that Qi Jingran talks to her like this again, her temper has also come up.

"Why, you're still dissatisfied, aren't you? Qi Jingran, if you hadn't saved my life back then, why would I have married you? Why do you like saving people so much?"

After hearing this, Qi Jingran frowned, and now he began to regret saving Song Wan's life back then.

Cuiming knelt on the ground, not daring to raise her head or make a sound. She was slapped by Song Wan's maid just now, and now her whole face was hot, which made her want to cry.

Seeing that they were arguing, Su Mingxuan saw Cui Ming was still kneeling there, so he hurriedly called Cui Ming.

"General, I take Cui Ming and leave first."

As soon as he spoke, Song Wan stopped and looked straight in Su Mingxuan's direction.

Song Wan once had a beloved cousin who was handsome and handsome, exactly the type of Li Miao.

She wanted to get angry at Su Mingxuan and the two, but she stopped when she saw Li Miao.

Qi Jingran was thoughtful, and when he saw Song Wan's expression, he frowned, then stopped looking at Song Wan and called Cui Ming to stand up.

Although Qi Jingran has a normal relationship with Song Wan, he still married Song Wan after all, there is always love between husband and wife.

In addition to that incident back then, he did accidentally look at Song Wan's body, out of a sense of responsibility, he was still looking forward to this marriage.

But things backfired, Qi Jingran sighed helplessly.

Cuiming stood up, followed Su Mingxuan and left.

Li Miao, Cuiming Zhuhong and the other maidservants had a good relationship, seeing that Cuiming's face was red and swollen, she hurriedly asked Zhuhong to come over and give Cuiming some medicine.

Cuiming felt aggrieved, and the tears naturally flowed faster, which made the men who followed beside him at a loss.

Finally, Zhuhong came over and coaxed her well.

Seeing Zhuhong approaching, Su Mingxuan and Li Miao led Su Er back out.

Su Er sent them to the gate of the small courtyard, and returned to his own courtyard after seeing them go back.

As soon as Su Er left, Li Miao's expression instantly relaxed. He took Su Mingxuan's hand and sat down beside the bed.

"Master, if you marry a flat wife in the future, it's best to be like Miss Qingyun. She has a good temper, won't lose her temper, and won't make trouble for no reason. When the time comes, Mother will definitely..."

Li Miao lowered her head, counted her fingers and said hello to Qingyun one by one, totally not paying attention to Su Mingxuan's expression.

Su Mingxuan looked down at Li Miao, he had always known Li Miao's uneasiness, and he had been using his own way to comfort Li Miao, but he never thought that the matter of Qi Jingran would cause Li Miao so many guesses.

It's not that Li Miao guessed too much, and he didn't follow Su Mingxuan all day, if it wasn't his own child, his own woman, why would Su Mingxuan be willing to raise Qingyun.

As Li Miao thought about it, the uneasiness that was not deeply buried in his heart immediately surfaced.

"Little Miaoer, we randomly found Qingyun. No matter who she is or who the child in her womb belongs to, it has nothing to do with us. We are just a transactional relationship."

"Well, I know, master."

Su Mingxuan looked at him, unable to think of how to comfort him, but there was always a voice in his heart telling himself, you must comfort him, otherwise, you might lose him.

Fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys are the ones who think the most. Li Miao is on the edge of his head, always unable to think about it, and unwilling to think about it for the better.

"Little Miaoer, you may not know that I never liked being close to women since I was a child."

Su Mingxuan hugged Li Miao from behind, and gently kissed Li Miao's neck: "I just thought that if I marry a woman in the future, I will respect each other as a guest. If I don't marry for the rest of my life, it will be even better."

Li Miao wanted to turn around to look at him, but he stopped him.

"You don't even know how cold the pond is in winter. As soon as I see it, I can think of my aunt's hideous face. Woman, it's really scary."

Li Miao was stunned, he tugged on Su Mingxuan's sleeve, and couldn't help shrinking into Su Mingxuan's arms: "Master, don't be afraid, I'm here."

He took Su Mingxuan's hand distressedly, trying to warm Su Mingxuan with his own body temperature.

Su Mingxuan hugged him tighter and tighter, as if his heart ached so much that he wanted to rub Li Miao into his flesh and blood.

"Master, I shouldn't say anything about equal wives. Miss Qingyun is pretty nice, but the young master doesn't like women, so don't force yourself."

His voice was low and weak, as if he was coaxing a frightened child, for fear of frightening Su Mingxuan.

However, where he couldn't see, the coaxed older child, Su Gongzi, secretly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled triumphantly.

Su Mingxuan could see Li Miao's temperament, as long as you give in to him, he will always be soft.

Su Mingxuan usually acts very serious, he is used to having a paralyzed face, and is always used to keeping a straight face.

Li Miao couldn't stand his acting like a baby the most, as if he acted like a baby, Li Miao could do anything.

After living together for nearly a year, Su Mingxuan began to understand Li Miao's temperament.

If Li Miao gets angry, he will start acting like a baby.

If Li Miao was on the edge of his horn, then he would show weakness and give in.

This trick, try Bailing.

Su Mingxuan smiled sweetly, and his arms around Li Miao tightened a bit.

"Xiao Miao'er is the best, I knew you couldn't bear to part with me."

Li Miao didn't know his expression of secret joy now, and he rubbed his neck intimately to comfort him: "Young master, don't be sad, I'm always here."

Li Miao's heart softened, and Su Mingxuan began to push forward again.

"Little Miaoer, I'm so sad now, I want to kiss you."

Li Miao turned around and kissed him distressedly.

"Little Miaoer, I still want to hug."

Li Miao turned around and gave him a hug.

"Little Miaoer, I still want to have sex..."

Li Miao...he just loves Su Mingxuan too much, and is shameless when he pushes every inch.

Su. Saohua. Mingxuan is online again, and there is no limit to flirting with the little lady.

The two were fighting in the room, and the atmosphere was just right.

Another small courtyard opposite to the small courtyard has a different atmosphere.

"Qi Jingran, don't go too far."

Qi Jingran was lying on the bed with her back to Song Wan, and Song Wan was sitting on the teacher's chair, looking at Qi Jingran's back, she couldn't help throwing a teacup in anger.

The sound of the teacup falling to the ground overwhelmed Qi Jingran's sigh, the conflict between them really couldn't be reconciled anymore.

"Song Wan, let's get together and leave."

His voice was like a sigh, if it wasn't for Song Wan who was sitting not far from him, he might not have heard a word.

Song Wan got up abruptly and froze in place.

She didn't think so, she didn't want to get married.

Song Wan's hands trembled a little, she didn't know how to speak.

For a moment, the whole room fell silent, only the crackling of candles could be heard.

I don't know how long it took, until Song Wan's tears fell on the ground, Qi Jingran sighed: "Song Wan."

His voice was weak from a serious illness, and every word and every sentence seemed to be spoken with life.

"Qi Jingran, I..."

"Song Wan, we have been married for three years. I have never taken a concubine, I have not provided a house, and I have never forced you to come to the border with me. What are you dissatisfied with? I am tired."

Song Wan was stunned, she stood where she was, not knowing what to say.

Yes, Qi Jingran didn't ask her for anything, why is she dissatisfied.

Song Wan left Qi Jingran's room in a daze, and went to the side sleeper next door.

She also couldn't figure out why, exactly why.

Song Wan's tears seemed to flow endlessly, she sat on the bedside, and the room was pitch black.

In a daze, she seemed to have returned to many years ago.

At that time, she was still a young girl who had not left the cabinet.

Twelve or thirteen years old, already know the male and female big room.

Their Song family didn't like military generals the most, and she didn't like them either since she was a child.

Mrs. Song's natal family is also from a scholarly family, and she and her cousin have a good relationship. After going back and forth, Song Wan also developed some girlish feelings for her cousin.

That summer, Song Wan participated in the River Lantern Festival. On the way back, she was pushed into the river by the crowd. She couldn't swim, so she kept calling her cousin's name in the river.

Where was her cousin at that time? In the dream, Song Wan opened her eyes wide to search, and behind all the servant girls who were anxiously trying to save her, was her cousin who was so frightened that his legs were limp.

She was rescued by Qi Jingran, and when she was rescued ashore, her clothes were already soaked, it was Qi Jingran who wrapped Song Wan tightly with his cloak so that Song Wan would not lose face.

On that day, their marriage was settled.

Song Wan's tears flowed into her temples and wet her hair.

She resented Qi Jingran for saving her back then, resented why there were so many people at the River Lantern Festival that year, and resented why she didn't die on that day, but she never thought about how her irresponsible cousin could abandon her and hide far away.

Song Wan slept very restlessly, she didn't change her clothes, she didn't cover the quilt, she curled up on the bed, crying like a child.

Qi Jingran gently pushed open the door of the room, and saw the person curled up on the bed through the moonlight.

He gently took off Song Wan's shoes and socks, and covered Song Wan with a quilt.

When she got up, she couldn't help but look at Song Wan more, the talented Song Wan had slowly grown, her facial features were exquisite, and she was no longer cute and innocent when she was young.

Qi Jingran sighed, leaned down and kissed Song Wan's forehead lightly.

"Wan'er, when will you grow up?"

Qi left neatly, he closed the door lightly, and returned to his room under the moonlight.

The second tear of the wound made his recovery very slow, accompanied by fever and cough.

When the door was closed, he couldn't help coughing, and he quickly covered his mouth.

After he left, a tear fell from the corner of Song Wan's eyes, who was already asleep. In her dream, the 16-year-old boy picked her up and put her on the carriage.

She remembered that he smiled and said, "Wan'er, when will you grow up?"