Girl Shen's strategy for chasing his wife

"Can come, can come, must be able to come!"

Chi Heng opened his mouth to answer, with enthusiasm, but Qing He didn't know what to say.

Her heart was beating violently, and she was about to jump out through the flesh and blood with excitement. She covered her heart and said, "Let's go, I'll show you around again. Do you just want the training ground and the bathing pool?"

Speaking of 'bath', a look of embarrassment flashed across her eyes.

Chi Heng stared at her intently, and held her cool hand without saying a word: "Well, those two things are enough. Hurry up and I'll bring you the blueprint of [Drunken Immortal Pond], don't ask for the exact sameness, but what you should have have."

In this way, she can have a gentle bath together without having to go to another village.

She is good at small calculations, she is not good at peace, and cares about the little idiot who has lust before she knows it.

The new house hadn't been tidied up yet, and there was no room for people to live in it, so they basically walked around and decided on the layout, and the two stepped out from inside.

Standing at the door, Chi Heng looked up at the empty plaque: "What should I call it?"

"Xiuchun Garden."

"Haha, isn't this different from [Xiuchun Yuan]?"

Being perfunctory by her name as a joke, Qinghe glanced at the tiger cub in her arms, thinking: I have a reason for naming it, you call a tiger a cat, this is serious 'playing hooligans'.

She didn't have a good time to expose the shortcoming, so she snorted and said, "What do you need so many tricks for? It doesn't matter what it's called, what matters is who lives in it."

She doesn't want to spend time on trivial matters, the cold poison has not been cured for a day, and her life span is pitifully short compared to ordinary people.

"That's all right. Let's go to Xiuchun Bieyuan." Little General Chi had an ambiguous expression. He smiled maliciously, rubbing his hands and pressing the corners of his lower lips so badly, his eyebrows raised: "Do you want 'my son' to do it for you?" Your Bieyuan inscription?"

Qing He suppressed a smile: "No."

"Hey, you look down on me, don't you?"

Dodging her hand scratching her waist, Qinghe's eyes flickered slightly: "It's too ugly."

"Ugly?" Chi Heng was blushed by her, indignantly: "How can it be so ugly? It's still worth it!"

Her writing is not as good as martial arts, and she has practiced one stroke for more than ten years.

hateful!She walked away, leaving people behind.

Shen Qinghe looked down at the toe of the boot, twisted the veil with his fingers and nonchalantly looked at his own shadow, counting silently in his heart.

Counting from one to seven, Chi Heng let out an "oops" and said, "Put someone else to amuse the young master, and see if I don't break his dog's head!"

"What the hell, you're messing up again!"

After being hit on the head, Chi Heng was stunned by her knock, and together with the tiger cub in his arms, he looked at the girl surnamed Shen who dared to attack the little overlord of Shengjing.

She looked very cute, Qing He lightly hooked her fingers, and shook her left and right twice: "I let you inscription, are you satisfied?"

"It's almost there."

The two walked towards home talking and laughing in the setting sun.

When Chi Heng got home, he ran straight to the main courtyard: "Father! Where's the blueprint of [Drunken Immortal Pond]? I'm very useful!"

"..."

Waiting outside was about to kick the door, Chi Heng stood outside the door and yelled: "Father—"

"Little bastard, why are you shouting, it's a soul!"

The door opened, and Chi Yan glared at her angrily: "Go to the housekeeper and ask for it, and trouble me with anything!"

There was a lip mark on his face, Chi Heng was stunned, thinking that A Niang was in the room, so he walked away.

While walking, I thought: Dad is too fierce, what is so fierce, it’s amazing to have a mark on his lips.

Who doesn't!On the night of New Year's Eve, she was even kissed by Wan Wan!

The little general looked up at the sky, tusk!Before the sun set, father dragged mother to hang out in the house.

If the four words of prostitution in the daytime are not kept, she will be beaten by her parents. She laughed and ran to find the housekeeper.

With the blueprint of [Drunken Immortal Pond], the plaque with General Chi's own inscription was quickly prepared. Qinghe has been busy with the opening of the mansion for the past few days, and he is too busy to touch the ground.

The matchmaker smiled obsequiously: "All the smart people here are carefully selected by the old lady. Which one do you like?"

Liu Qin looked at her words and said, "My young lady doesn't like to be noisy, so I don't want these, otherwise she won't be able to talk."

"Can't talk?"

The matchmaker has been doing business for many years and soon came to her senses: "There are some, some can't speak."

Rich families always buy servants who are good-looking and hard-working, but this one is good, because he will be handicapped when he comes up.

Handicapped ones are not easy to sell, and the ones that fall on their hands are all orphans abandoned by their parents during the famine many years ago.

After feeding for many years in vain, I really ran into a buyer.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the toothmaid excitedly led people over. There were not only mutes, but also lame and blind people standing in a row. Looking around, it was so miserable.

Liu Qin's face sank: "What do you mean? My lady wants to buy people to go back to work, not to come here to deal with the mess for you. Who will serve who when these people buy back?"

The toothmaid blushed when she said it, and said in an embarrassing way: "Please do me a favor, it's not easy to support people these days..."

"Fortunately, you are still the number one prostitute in Shengjing, I think you are just bullying my lady's face—"

"Okay." Qinghe didn't sleep well last night, and was given a headache by their quarrel. After a rough look, he selected six mutes. Among the six, three were ordinary-looking girls and three were hard-working women.

She bought the person sent by the matchmaker at once, and told the housekeeper of the general's mansion to arrange a place for him, so as not to live a miserable life.

It is a good deed every day.

In March, [Xiuchun Bieyuan] was renovated.

The plaque was hung up, and firecrackers were lit at the gate of Bieyuan. Amid the crackling sound, Chi Heng laughed the most: "Sister, look, is my handwriting beautiful or ugly?"

She pointed at the plaque triumphantly, her brows seem to be carrying the spring light.

The spring is brilliant, and she is even more gorgeous than the spring in March.

Qinghe smiled: "Beautiful."

I don't know whether it's the beauty of words or the beauty of people, or both.

Chi Heng straightened his back even more.She had to say "beautiful" wanwanly, and her more than ten years of literacy and calligraphy were considered useless efforts.

When the new house was opened, General Shen came to check on his daughter's residence, and left behind a group of trustworthy nurses and a loyal old housekeeper.

Qingmei next door moved to live in the north of Zhuque Street, and Chi Heng did what she said, running to the other garden every now and then, but they didn't spend the night there, and the two got closer together under the name of fiancé couple.

"Senior Xie Xinglou, is that Aunt Wanwan?"

The pain between her eyebrows that day made her faintly listen to it, and she only remembered it now when she got busy.

[Xiuchun Bieyuan], in the afternoon, the girl was lazily sitting on the porch, with a brand new volume of storybooks on her knees—it was about another romantic love that Chi Heng was not interested in.

The sun poured into her hair, making her body warm. She hummed softly and said softly: "My aunt died in a suspended animation, and later made a bad reputation in the Jianghu under the name of 'Xinglou'. Everyone calls her Master Forger, the short arrow in my Mechanism Beast is also made by her. But I think that my aunt's ability should not stop there."

"Really?" Chi Heng thought thoughtfully, "Then why did she fake her death?"

"I don't know the exact reason, maybe it's too sharp..." Qing He opened the title page of the story book and asked, "Do you want to read it?"

The little general looked disgusted: "Can I refuse?"

"Ok?"

Chi Heng's heart trembled when she said "hmm", she talked as soon as she spoke, she was always provocative, you can say she's 'provocative', but you can't find any evidence.

Her heart was trembling, she slowed down, and rested her chin on the tiger cub's furry head: "Look."

Qinghe smiled slightly: "Come here."

She moved half of the seat, Chi Heng got up and sat on the same bamboo chair with her, Liuqin and Liuse sighed that the two had a deep relationship, and immediately retreated far away.

The book is not too thin, so Chi Heng pulled himself together to read with her, but was blinded by the love and love that you and I couldn't understand.He couldn't hold on for more than a quarter of an hour, his body became weak from the sun, and his eyelids became heavy as he leaned against Qinghe's shoulders.

"Yan Chen is so pitiful..."

The little general was half asleep next to the beauty, and asked vaguely, "Who is Yan Chen?"

Qinghe felt helpless: "You agreed to read with me, but you slept soundly."

"Sister, don't be upset..." Chi Heng put his arms around her shoulders without raising his eyelids.

"Yan Chen is a cat demon. He likes the female general next door who came back from the battlefield. Unfortunately, the general is blind and can't see her beauty. Yan Chen is dull and not good at words. Falling on a blind man who can't get up..."

The time was quiet, and Chi Heng fell asleep soundly in her soft voice.

Qinghe finished the story from the beginning to the end with the script, and stretched out his hand to straighten someone's tilted head.

The little general was chased by a cat in his sleep, and that cat became a cat demon. He insisted on dragging her into marriage and giving birth to kittens in the bridal chamber. His bold style scared her out of her wits.

In her dreams, she cursed and talked a lot, shouting "Wanwan" for a while, and "Help" for a while, and she didn't sleep honestly.

Qinghe didn't think she was noisy, leaned back, leaned against the back of the chair and fell asleep head to head with her.

In fact, it's good that A Chi can be with her, the intimacy day after day is natural.

The spring is bright and beautiful, and the young unmarried couples are sleeping together in the corridor. The picture is beautiful, and the spring breeze will never give up disturbing it.

Three quarters of an hour later, Chi Heng woke up from his dream, realizing that Wanwan was sleeping soundly next to her, and couldn't help slowing down his breathing.His gaze was fixed on the script that was about to slip from her fingers, after thinking about it, he carefully pulled it out of her hand.

The conversation before going to bed reverberated in her ears, and she endured impatience to open the script, thinking that she would read it early so that she could share her feelings with each other when Wanwan wakes up.

The words "cat demon" came into view, and she was dumbfounded: Is this finally finding the source of the strange dream?

She sighed softly, looked at the words word by word, and more or less understood Wan Wan's sentence "Words and anger are so pitiful".

The cat demon died like ashes because he couldn't get the love he loved, and finally gave his eyes to the general. The day when the general regained his sight was the time when his words and anger disappeared.

It was also that day that the general recognized her as the woman who had saved her life on the battlefield...

Chi Heng sighed: "Why is there no couple who died well?"

"Because there are always people who can't see each other's heart." Qinghe just woke up, her consciousness is still confused, and she doesn't want to move lazily.

"Wanwan, are you awake? Is your neck sore? Shall I rub it for you?"

"……acid."

Qinghe opened his eyes, looked at her and smiled.

……

"Master? Master?"

Chi Heng was kneading vigorously, and frowned when he heard someone shout: "What's the matter, yelling."

"There is someone from the palace."

"who?"

"Imperial doctor, come to diagnose Ping'an pulse."

She sneered: "Again? What else did my father say?"

The boy replied: "The general said just go home, don't be afraid."

Chi Heng laughed: "Wanwan, do you want to go with me, just to watch the fun?"

Qinghe's drowsiness is gone, and his eyes are clear.

She has been waiting for this day since the day she learned of A Chi's daughter's body. She also wanted to see the extraordinary handwriting of the master's deception. The folds on the sleeves were smoothed out, and she tapped her chin: "Okay."