Girl Shen's strategy for chasing his wife

The inner room was dim, and the candle burned all night. The wick was soaked in kerosene, and the flame gradually weakened.

The 'young man' sat at the table, dozing off from time to time with his chin resting on one hand. He was a good and energetic little general, but after one night, his brows and eyes became haggard.

The plain gauze curtain gently swayed around the bed, and a slender white hand slowly opened the bed curtain.

His vision suddenly widened, and through the dim yellow light, Qinghe couldn't help smiling when he saw the little general's struggling sleeping face.

Uneasy at night, Chi Heng's spirit was tense, and he opened his eyes suddenly when he heard this laughter.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the brand-new clothes were wrinkled casually. Looking back, he met the girl's slightly curved eyebrows and eyes, exhausted, as if he would really come back to life this time.

"Wanwan." She got up and patted her sleeves, and moved the small round stool to her bed. Her eyes were shining like galaxies, and she smiled with the rare purity and clarity of a young man.

"Wanwan, are you feeling better?"

She put her hand on Qinghe's forehead, feeling that the fever had subsided, she was overjoyed at once: "Great, I finally recovered."

She kept watch all night and was frightened all night. Her tense posture frightened the doctors so much that they did not dare to prescribe medicine to the daughter of General Zhen Guo. In the end, it was Chi Heng who became furious and ordered the doctors to treat the illness and save the patient.

Miss Shen has poor bones and has been weak for 16 years. Not only the cold poison can kill her, but improper maintenance, any random wind and cold can also become the last straw that crushes the camel's camel.

After taking the medicine, the high fever persisted, and Chi Heng couldn't really vent his anger on outsiders no matter how anxious he was, so he could only change the hot towels every two quarters of an hour according to the doctor's advice.

"Wanwan, are you thirsty?"

Just as Qinghe was about to speak, her soft fingertips pressed against her lower lip, and Chi Heng frowned: "My mouth is dry, it must be thirsty."

She chuckled: "Fortunately, I was prepared."

She joyfully lifted the pot and poured water into the porcelain cup, Qinghe stared at her movements silently, her eyes were full of affection, and in an instant she faded into a soft smile.

Wealth and wealth are sought in danger, fate is like this, and so is the sweetheart.

After a lot of hard work and suffering, Achi got a promise that he would not change, which is not a loss.

People are hers, youth is hers, and old age is hers.

"Wanwan, come and have a taste?" The little general took good care of her, and Qinghe took her hand and bowed his head to drink lightly. The water in his mouth tasted sweet, and it was the best honey water.

She drank half a cup in a row, which showed that she was really thirsty.

"How about it, is it sweet or not? If not, I'll go to the little official to settle the score."

Qinghe was amused by her dirty tone, and pressed her hand: "You will know if it's sweet or not after you taste it?"

The small porcelain cup was fed to the man's lips according to the control, Chi Heng hesitated for a moment, and put his head down to drink.

The cup bottomed out immediately, her lips were stained with water, and her smile was like spring: "Sweet. Wanwan, do you still drink?"

"Ah."

Her body was weak and her limbs were acidic, just in need of honey water to replenish the lost moisture and strength.

She really likes to drink, Chi Heng thought to himself that he didn't prepare for nothing, and filled it up for her graciously: "Take good care of yourself, let's not rush away, the county magistrate here begs grandpa to tell grandma to teach us to stay a little longer, Just give him a face?"

They all knew what would come if they stayed here.

Coming out of Shengjing in March in spring, he 'elope' without his family behind his back. This will enter September, half a year is not short.

Last night Chi Heng revealed his identity as the "Third Young Master Chi" in front of people. If the little official was smart, the news would have been sent to Shengjing overnight.

According to this situation, people will come from Beijing in a few days.

Fortunately, there is no hindrance. Qinghe's journey of chasing his wife was half completed last night, and the remaining half can only be started when he returns to Shengjing.

With a calm expression on her face, she lightly drank two cups of honey water before teasing: "Ah Chi is ready to be beaten?"

She was still ill, and she was still in the mood to tease herself. Chi Heng was embarrassed by her question, and stiffened his neck: "I don't believe that Daddy can really break my leg."

The little general got angry for a while, and rubbed and squeezed Miss Shen's shoulders with his hands, flattering him and said, "But Wanwan, General Shen, you have to beg for me..."

General Zhen Guo was famous for his cold face, her father looked fierce at best, and a beating would not kill her.

But General Shen hated one person and never showed good looks to each other, and he would make his back chilly in the hot summer. Chi Heng had seen him a few times when he was young, but he had never seen General Shen smile!

Her hand pressed on her shoulder with moderate strength, Qinghe enjoyed her little thoughtfulness, and said with a smile: "That's not okay, I'll plead for you, Daddy will definitely hate you even more."

"Ah?" Chi Heng said aggrievedly: "Could it be that I did something heinous?"

Qinghe was tickled by her tangled expression, and thought to himself: It's not that heinous, but to tease the girl's heart, have you done little to me since you went out?

Not to mention the ambiguity and intimacy in the dark room of the stone house, but just to say that now you touch a girl's house like this as a man, if your father knows, your face will be even colder if you don't keep it straight.

But... She sneered: Who cares whether he is happy or not?

A coldness flashed across Shen Qinghe's eyes: "Don't worry about him."

Chi Heng was stunned for a moment, blaming himself for which pot he didn't open and which pot he picked up: "This...tomorrow will worry about tomorrow, and today is not over yet."

She asked, "Wanwan, are your shoulders still sore?"

"much better."

She didn't sleep all night, Qinghe was worried about her body, and after washing up, she simply ate breakfast to urge her to sleep.

Suddenly there were two nobles from aristocratic families in the mansion, and the county magistrate wished he could offer them up and change his tricks every day to ask for reward from the little ancestor.

The two lived a decent life in the mansion.The high fever subsided, and the consciousness became clear. Qinghe was able to prescribe medicine by himself, and after a few doses, his body improved significantly.

Clothes were given in September, the weather turned cold, and the son of the Minister of Rites landed on the head of Caishikou. If you want to say that Shengjing is in the limelight, it is the son of Lan Shaoshi——Lan Xianzhi.

Mr. Lan didn't know how lucky he was. Once he entered the palace to face the saint, he was appreciated by His Majesty, and he became the emperor's favored minister in a short time.

The Lan family is full of people every day, and people are envious to see it.

The guard who delivered the letter rode all the way into the city, and stopped in front of the gate of the General Zhuguo's mansion.

Holding the letter, the butler quickly stepped into the main hall with an excited expression: "General! Ma'am! There is news about the little general!"

……

The messenger not only sent good news to General Zhu Guo's mansion, but also took two extra steps to deliver another letter written by his lord to General Shen Da.

Opening the letter, Shen Yanen's stern face became colder when she learned that her daughter had a high fever at night.

"Qing Banquet."

"My son is here."

"Go to Wangshan City, the magistrate's mansion, and bring your sister back."

"Yes, Daddy."

Xie Zhezhi sat aside and watched the father and son finalize the matter in a few words, lowered his head, and gently fiddled with the tea cover.

The teams of the Shen family and the Chi family set off almost at the same time.

Looking at the mountain city, General Chi took advantage of the afternoon to set up the easel, pick up the brush and dip in the ink to draw the small painting that she had been thinking about for a long time.

She didn't allow Qinghe to look at her, so Qinghe could only sit under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and watch her thin silhouette.

The years were quiet, and within half an hour Chi Heng put away his brush and carefully dried the ink marks on the painting. She smiled and walked to Qinghe with the finished painting.

Miss Shen asked with a smile: "Why, what's the surprise?"

Asked plainly by her, Chi Heng was rarely shy: "It's not a surprise. Didn't we agree to go to Los Angeles to see peony during our trip, but now we can't see peony, I don't want you to regret it."

When the picture scroll was unfolded, she said in a clear voice: "If you can't see a peony, I drew a peony for you. Wanwan, look, is it rich and bright enough?"

On the hairy head of the cat in a dress is a gorgeous and elegant peony flower.

Mao'er's eyes look quite spiritual, and after looking at them for a long time, there are two distinctions of gentleness, not to mention the skirt that is clearly drawn according to her clothes.

She was so playful and narrow-minded, Qing He couldn't help but love her eyes, and asked: "I am this cat?"

She saw through her small thoughts at a glance, the more Chi Heng looked at the cat, the more he wanted to laugh, so he suppressed his smile and asked the Shen family girl seriously: "Qing and sister, don't they look alike?"

"come over."

Chi Heng obediently took a step forward.

There was a touch on the shoulder.

It's not heavy, but it has a lingering feeling of childhood sweetheart and hatchback.

After being beaten, Chi Heng's smile deepened: "Sister, how is my peony painting?"

Qing He took the picture scroll and looked at it carefully, and commented slowly: "It is excellent, grand, luxurious, bright, and the king of flowers."

A sentence of praise came out of her mouth, and Chi Heng's thick skin couldn't help her let go of the praise, and quickly waved his hands: "No way."

"I say there is."

"Then... Wanwan can get her wish?"

Shen Qinghe smiled instantly: "Fulfillment."

She made a pun, and the poor and innocent little General Chi was still stuck in a pleasing sense of accomplishment.

With Chi Heng's promise, she really got her wish.

Neither of them mentioned the agreement that night when they recovered, but she knew that she would never forget what A Chi said.

She quietly admired the peonies on the paper, her eyes fell on the slender cat inadvertently, she couldn't help laughing, she tapped the tip of the cat's nose with her fingertips, and said softly, "Naughty."

Chi Heng poked his head and deliberately argued: "It's obviously a pleasing thing."

She blinked a pair of round eyes, touching her little face tenderly and affectionately.

The sons of Shen and Chi came to Wangshan City one after another, and the county magistrate who reported the letter came in a hurry, saw the two 'little ancestors' talking and laughing from a distance, and sighed in his heart: the little ancestor made such a fuss, the two houses I'm afraid the marriage is a certainty.

Coming closer, he said politely: "Master Chi, Miss Shen..."

In the main hall, the servants of the magistrate's family stood guard on both sides respectfully.

Shen Qingyan was thirteen years old, a very good age for studying in the academy.Compared with him, Chi Ai, the second son of Chi, is knowledgeable and elegant, and is a well-known gentleman in Shengjing.

The two came here on their own orders, and the Shen and Chi families have been friends for eight years. When Shen Qingyan met Chi Ai, he called him "Second Brother Chi" in a respectful manner, and they talked happily during the waiting time.

"Second brother!"

Chi Heng smiled and stepped into the door, followed by the elegant and calm girl Shen.

"Aheng!"

Seeing that her younger brother was fine, Chi Ai smiled even more, and subconsciously took her wrist to check her pulse.

This is a habit developed over the years, all because of Chi Heng's love and injury when he was young.

After a few breaths, the warm and soft-hearted Young Master Chi's face was not very good, his joy was dissipated a little, too many doubts were stuck in his throat, looking at his younger brother who smiled brightly at him, Chi Ai finally endured it.

He really wanted to know why Ah Heng's internal strength did not increase but decreased, and his blood was also insufficient.

He glanced indifferently at Miss Shen who was quiet when she opened the door.

When meeting his gaze, Shen Qing and Da Fang were calm, but left people speechless.

The young Shen Qingyan had always been in awe of her elder sister, and when she saw people, she was polite without saying a word. She obviously thought about a lot of things along the way, and when she came to her lips, she didn't dare to express her concern for her elder sister's calm eyes.

He treated Qinghe like this, but he treated Chi Heng in a different way.

The news of their elopement spread to Wangshan City, which is thousands of miles away from Shengjing. The third son of Chi was only one year older than him, but he kidnapped his elder sister. Shen Qingyan didn't give 'him' any good looks at all. Lest people run away under his nose.

Compared with Xie Zhezhi's ruthlessness, the son she gave birth to has no heart, probably because he was raised too well and has not been beaten by wind and rain.

"Sister, Daddy wants me to take you home."

After contemplating for a long time to spit out this sentence, he thought he would be dismissed by Sister, but Qing He pondered for a moment, nodded in response, and said happily, "Sister, let's start now?"

Chi Heng coughed and tugged at Chi Ai's sleeve: "Second brother, I'm going back to pack my luggage."

"..."

Seeing the Shen family boy's face turning black, Chi Ai thought it was funny. His younger brother was very nice when he coaxed people, and he had a bad temper when he was angry.

However, he has always pampered his younger brother, and this time he heard the news about Ah Heng and his eldest brother rushed to pick him up. Thinking of the situation that Ah Heng will face after returning to Beijing, he couldn't help but feel distressed, and said softly, "Okay, do you want second brother to help?" ?”

"No need." Chi Heng raised his chin: "Sister, why don't you go?"

"What's there to go with?" Shen Qingyan frowned: "Sister, what needs to be packed, we have it all in our house..."

Qing He smiled very lightly, and glanced at the little general: "There is a painting that needs to be cleaned up."

Chi Heng was delighted: "Sister, please."

The serious elder sister treats outsiders more than him, and Shen Qingyan feels bitter. The elder sister has always been powerful at home, and he was afraid of her as long as he could remember. Respectfully.

I didn't understand it when I was young, but later I understood, thinking that Sister would mind that A Niang would take the place of 'Mrs. Shen'.

There is nothing he can do about his elders, and he has always wanted to make up for it all these years, but it's a pity that sister has always treated him lukewarm.

After tidying up her things, Chi Heng carried the [Wan Xing] on her back, and the Tang knife set off her slender body.

"Why don't you come in?"

A voice came through a door, and Chi Heng had no way to retreat.

The luggage on the table had been packed, and she seemed to be deliberately waiting in the room, waiting for the little general to come.

"Wan Wan."

"Ok?"

Chi Heng looked at her for a long time, his clear eyes shining brightly: "Sister, do you think I am taller?"

"Let me see."

Shen Qinghe stood still in front of her, with his arms around the little general's waist.

Approaching suddenly, the cold fragrance wafted into his nostrils, Chi Heng couldn't help sniffing twice, realizing what he was doing, his little face flushed suddenly.

She raised her head and looked into Qinghe's infinitely tolerant eyes: "Wanwan, have I grown taller?"

She once said that she will go back when she grows taller, and she will stand up when the sky falls.

The little general will keep his word, he eats a lot, and his body is up to the mark. He has been out for half a year, not to mention taller than Qinghe, at least not as short as before.

There was a slight difference in height between the two, and Qinghe rested his chin on her fleshless shoulder: "Well, it's taller."

"That's good."

The separation was imminent, it was not a matter of life and death, even on the way back to Beijing, the two could walk together, but Chi Heng still felt unaccustomed.

Speechless for a moment, she embraced Qinghe's soft waist and sighed in a low voice: "Sister..."

Qinghe hugged her, with his lips pressed against the little general's reddish ears.

When the people left, Chi Heng was in a trance, and the exhortation kept echoing in his ears——

"Achi, don't forget the agreement between you and me."

That's right, Wanwan wants her to marry her.

She froze in place, her throat was itchy, and the feeling of burning her throat with strong alcohol came again.