Girl Shen's strategy for chasing his wife

Liking a person early, falling in love with a person, Shen Qinghe knows better than anyone what kind of beauty and mood this person likes. It can only be said that some things are born, and people are born to know how to use their own advantages to achieve what they want to achieve. the goal of.

Too late, she restrained the charm released by her body: "Okay, clean up when you wake up, and have some supper."

Looking at the beauty under the lamp, there is still a charm that is not there in the daytime.

Chi Heng raised his head, just looking at her lips opening and closing, listening to her soft words, his heart and eyes were fascinated by it.

Spoiled green plum love.

Feeling guilty, she scratched the broken hair beside her ears with her fingertips, and obeyed Qinghe's words.

Sitting up from the bed, she looked down at her open collar, unconsciously thinking of that beautiful dream.

In her dream, Wanwan leaned over to lick and kiss her lips—how soft and fragrant was that?

Her lips were trembling, and her fingers were lifted up to touch her lower lip in a trance, her expression was in a trance.

Taking her subconscious small movements into his eyes, Qinghe's heart trembled, fearing that she would think too much, he urged softly: "Aren't you coming down?"

Chi Heng's heart was shocked, and his face became hot, hot, hot, ashamed of himself.

How could she blaspheme her like this in front of Wanwan?

A slap on the forehead hurts when I hear it.

The clean and white forehead soon showed red marks, and Qinghe was annoyed by it: "What are you doing to yourself?"

Lianbu lightly moved to the edge of the bed, and blew on her forehead distressedly, as if the pain would be blown away and the marks would disappear without a trace.

Lifting his eyelids to see her loving eyes, Chi Heng muttered to himself: Why does she still treat me like a child?

If she is not convinced, she is not convinced, and it does not affect her being quickly captured by the gentleness of spring breeze and rain.

My heart trembled, I closed my eyes and dared not open them.

The soft and warm breath brushed against a small piece of skin on her forehead, and she blinked her eyelashes restlessly, so as to reveal the true emotional fluctuations in her heart a little bit.

"Little idiot, Achi." Qing He took half a step back, turned around and took off the brand new robe from the pear wood hanger.

"Pack up quickly, I'm still hungry waiting for you."

The little general smiled, took the robe and quickly lifted the quilt: "It will be ready soon."

Without saying a word, she took off her clothes, and Miss Shen looked at her dotingly.

It's not easy to watch after that, she turned her back and looked out the window with wandering eyes.

Xingyue is silent.

In March, the winter jasmine blooms very well.

Chi Heng fastened the jade belt, and his voice was clear and clear: "It's done."

It was the first time for the little general to stay overnight in Bieyuan, and the chef in the mansion put all his energy into preparing small and delicate meals according to the recipes given by Miss Liuqin.

Most of the servants in Bieyuan have disabilities, they are peaceful and quiet, and don't like the people around them to be talkative.

Therefore, no matter day or night, this place has a kind of tranquility and warmth that is not found in other places.

The dumb and the dumb work together, and no one dislikes the other. The servants who live in [Xiuchun Bieyuan] are always grateful to their beautiful and kind-hearted master.

Take the food on the wooden table at this moment as an example, full of heart, it is completely cooked according to Chi Heng's taste, the color, fragrance and taste are delicious.

Drinking a lot during the day, waking up with an empty stomach, she has a good appetite: "Sister, your cooking skills are really good."

Seeing her eating happily, Qinghe said with a smile, "Thank you."

The three cooks standing a few steps away with their heads bowed smiled and thanked them, and happily led an ingot of gold back.

"Eat slowly."

"Sister, you eat too." Chi Heng took the initiative to bring food for her.

Drinking and venting during the day, asking all kinds of questions and coming to the conclusion of "a layman", General Chi frankly accepted the fact that he was "not a good person but a layman".

Fortunately, Wanwan didn't know what she was thinking, and she didn't want to say it early to annoy others.

Food, sex, sex, maybe in two years she will get used to it, and her mind will be as calm as water.

Of course, it's also possible to get worse.

But that day hasn't come yet, has it?

The little general, who didn't want to be a beast, suppressed the eager thoughts in his heart, and no longer hated the real and strange self deep in his heart, his eyes were clear and clear.

The change of her mood is as clear as a mirror in her eyes, neither anxious nor irritable: "Eat less, so as not to sleep well at night."

"Hmm! I'll take another bite."

Say take a bite, and put down the long chopsticks after a bite.

Liu Se waited by her side with the prepared tea, and Chi Heng rinsed his mouth carefully.From start to finish, you feel at ease, just like in your own home.

Qinghe likes her ease and calmness.

That night, after eating Yikehua's dinner, the two of them took a leisurely stroll in the courtyard.

The moonlight was clear, Qinghe looked at the reflection on the ground and whispered to her.

Little General Chi slept well, ate well, and was in good spirits. After walking for a while, he tilted his head to notice the tired eyes of the people around him, and immediately suggested going back to his room to rest.

"Stop shopping?" She suddenly felt regretful.

"Let's go shopping some other day." Chi Heng rubbed his belly: "If you go on a stroll, you should be hungry again."

Qinghe was amused by her: "Okay, then go back."

[Bieyuan] It was quiet, Chi Heng held a little rabbit lantern to illuminate her, and suddenly asked in the middle of walking: "Wanwan, is it really okay for me to stay here?"

"What are you worried about? Are you worried that outsiders will say that I don't know how to behave, or that you are in a hurry?"

She paused, and her eyebrows and eyes added three points of arrogance: "As long as you don't gossip under my nose and let them talk about the sky, I will be happy. Don't worry about it."

Chi Heng liked her like this, and raised his lips: "That's right, we both eloped before."

Under the moonlight shrouded in Shen Qinghe's eyes were lingering, she didn't know whether it was right or wrong to drag A Chi into the 'abyss' alone.

Her life is not in her own calculations, and the cold poison may give her a fatal blow in any year or month. Her life expectancy is pitifully short, and all she can do is not to listen to gossip, and live her own life well.

Whatever you want, get it by any means.

She doesn't ask right or wrong, she just wants to move forward.

"You sleep next to me tonight, let's go eat some soup from Aunt Fatty's house tomorrow morning."

She arranged everything in an orderly manner, and General Chi was beaming with joy: "It's wonderful."

Watching her go back to the room, Qinghe stood outside the door for a few breaths, then raised his legs and went back to his boudoir.

After taking a bath, Chi Heng climbed onto the big bed wrapped in pajamas and barefoot.

There were not many things in the past two days, but her mentality changed rapidly.

Drunk during the day and fell asleep until late at night, with a high bed and soft pillows under him, Little General Chi couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

After thinking about it, I dug out the scriptures I took out from Qinghe's room, reading it with gusto.

The sexual consciousness is awakened, and the desire is in my heart. Looking at this usually sweet and greasy love, I can taste different tastes than before.

The lights were brightly lit, she lay on the bed and got carried away watching, sometimes frowning, sometimes amused by the funny plots inside.

After turning to the end, the small face froze, the breath stagnated, looked at it, and unconsciously replaced the woman inside as Wanwan, and a dryness and heat gradually rose in the lower abdomen.

After panting for breath, she threw away the script, and buried her face in the blanket with two whimpers.

In the dead of night, the stars and the moon are silent.

Hearing the subtle movement from the next door, the girl who was supposed to be sleeping soundly lay sideways on the bed and let out a low smile.

That was specially prepared for A Chi by her.

I didn't expect her hands to be so fast.

Preparing that volume of stories is nothing but purely to annoy her.

Day after day, she carved traces in A Chi's heart, buried herself in her heart when she first had a glimpse of sex, and dreamed of burning in her body again and again at midnight. When the fire was long enough, she naturally knew how to do it.

Chi Heng's familiar breath filled his nostrils, and Qing He closed his eyes with a smile.

Good dreams.

My little general.

……

The sky is bright.

Little General Chi was lying on the bed with nothing to love.

"Achi? Are you awake?"

"..."

Chi Heng jumped up from the bed beautifully, his face flushed, "Wake up, wait for me to get dressed!"

Miss Shen stood outside the door with a faint smile on her lips.

Seeing this smile, Liuqin and Liuse looked at each other, both worried about the little general in the room.

The little general is so miserable, no matter how hard I look, I can't seem to find Wuzhishan, her young lady.

Putting on her robes in a hurry, it's not easy to tell her to wait for a long time, Chi Heng strode away.

The door was open, Qing He raised his eyebrows lazily: "Why did you sleep until this time?"

Chi Heng froze: "I, I don't know either."

Liuqin and Liuse stood guard outside the door, and Qinghe walked in gracefully, looking at her suspicious little red face with a half-smile.

Seeing the little general feel ashamed, he looked away mercifully, got up and opened the flower window for her.

"There is a story book in my room that is missing, have you got it?"

The two of them often don't distinguish between you and me, and they are full of intimacy in their bluntness.

"Ah, did I take it?" Chi Heng 'suddenly realized': "Oh, maybe I took it by mistake..."

She turned and went under the pillow to find out the book of words that caused her to have a half-bastard dream, looked back, facing the rare pale blue in front of her eyes, and said righteously: "Wanwan, you should read less of these things in the future."

"Oh?" Qing He said with a pure face, "What kind of things did I watch?"

Chi Heng rubbed his nose, blushing, "I know you don't mind meat and vegetables, but this is too..."

"Too much?"

The little general recalled the goblin fight he had seen last night, and his heart was beating wildly: "You know it yourself."

"I do not know."

Miss Shen's lips curved slightly: "That's why you didn't sleep well at night? A Chi, don't you just be moved by spring?"

"Hiss—nonsense!"

Qinghe took the script and stopped teasing her, so as not to spend time coaxing her when she gets annoyed, moved away, and Gu Zi tidied up the messy bed for Chi Heng.

Seeing her busy figure, Chi Heng felt warm in his heart, rubbed his face and called the servant girl to come in.

After packing up, the two went out leisurely in the spring.

Aunt Fat's soup restaurant opened in Beishi, and Beishi was bustling with all kinds of snacks.

Most of the people who come here are for the common word - to eat.

"Auntie, two bowls of sour slice soup!"

"Good Le!"

Chi Heng pulled Qinghe to sit down, and carefully cleaned the long chopsticks for her: "Actually, it's not dirty. Fat Auntie's restaurant has a good business. First, it's good craftsmanship, and second, it's clean. Once I sneaked into their back kitchen, tsk, immediately I just fell in love with this place. Fat Auntie’s family are all meticulous people.”

"I haven't said a word yet, you know I despise you?"

"That's not certain." Little General Chi still remembered being teased early in the morning, curled his lips: "I figured it out, if you become bad, the real bad guys will be scared away by you."

"Then who is the real bad guy?"

Chi Heng thought in his heart: I can't say it's me.

She hummed, but didn't answer.Perhaps that "hum" was a clear response.

"You say I'm bad, so do you think it looks good?"

Her pretty white face was dyed red, her face was like the morning glow, and she automatically completed Wanwan's words in her heart: You think it's not good for me to keep those words, so did you say last night's words were good?

Not bad looking at her, Qinghe actually regretted making flirtatious words in this crowded place.

Such a shy A Chi, who watched secretly, secretly, and openly, should be seen by her alone.

A puff of hot air stuck in Chi Heng's heart, and it was inappropriate to remember that when she was watching that thing, all she could think about was the pretty green plum stuffed with black sesame seeds.

Thinking of what she did to Wanwan, her calves became weak, and she hurriedly lowered her head: "It's okay."

"Here comes the sour chip soup—"

Chi Heng heaved a sigh of relief with a sigh of relief, and raised his smile: "Thank you, Fat Aunt."

Aunt Fat is a fat woman who is enthusiastic and loves to laugh, and her dress is so clean that there is no trace of oil stains.

She knew Chi Heng, and the lively little general who loved to eat and drink brought her deep memories.

The fat aunt laughed and had small canine teeth that didn't match her age: "This is the third son's fiancee, ouch, how does she look like, a symbol of one top and one!"

The noble daughter of General Qinghe, with a gentle atmosphere, pursed her lips and smiled when she heard the words, and praised: "Fatty Auntie has good eyesight."

The smiling fat aunt raised her eyebrows and looked up at her: She is indeed a girl who can sit with the little general and come to Beishi to eat a bowl of soup for a few tens of pennies.

Hearing that Wanwan is her fiancée from outsiders, it felt quite novel, and there was a bit of inexplicable deer bumping, Chi Heng listened happily to the two of them talking about each other.

Gossip is commonplace, the fat aunt has to take care of the business, and the sour slice soup should be eaten while it is hot.

After the person left, Chi Heng held the chopsticks in his left hand and a small porcelain spoon in his right: "Wanwan, your portion will taste better with some sesame oil."

"I don't want to move."

She came forward lazily, looked at Chi Heng lazily, her cheeks were radiant and fair, good-looking, but she was a little less bloody than ordinary people.

Chi Heng put down the bamboo chopsticks and porcelain spoon, picked up the can of sesame oil and ordered a few drops in her bowl: "It's a pity you don't like spicy food."

In her own bowl, there was a layer of red chili oil, and it was served with minced refreshing side dishes. After eating, she would break out in a sweat.

In the early morning, the two faced each other and tasted slices of soup with different tastes. The snacks in memory were tasted again, but they were still very sour.

But seeing A Chihong eating with her face puffed up, she doesn't have the style of an aristocratic family's dining table, she is free and lively, and blends in with the current market atmosphere. There is no son of a general here, so she is glamorous, and her temperament is also compatible with the simple livelihood of the people. Allow.

Qing He thought from the bottom of his heart: Even if A Chi is not the "Chi San Gongzi", a person like her can live well wherever she grows up.

"Hiss, it's so spicy, sour and spicy. It's still delicious after not eating it for many years." Chi Heng kept hissing, making a cattail fan with his hand, fanning the corners of his oily lips.

Looking at it, Qinghe laughed, followed her example, discarded the porcelain spoon, picked up the blue and white bowl, and took a sip of the sour soup.

The tooth is so sour that it is about to fall down.

But my heart is sweet.

After the sourness, the refreshment of the sour soup spreads in the mouth.

Qinghe realized later that it wasn't that the sour slice soup was bad, but that she ate it wrong.

The things that are boiled in a large pot with white smoke in the market must be a little rough, so that the real taste can be tasted in the mouth.

"It's so refreshing!" Little General Chi finished his bowl, seeing Qinghe staring at her for an unknown amount of time, she was stunned: "What's the matter, isn't it delicious?"

It's not bad, it's delicious.Qinghe blushed slightly and shook his head: "Too much, I can't eat it."

When she said "I can't eat it", Chi Heng's face flushed, and he secretly scolded himself for being a hooligan again - but the script was indeed written that way, she just read it last night, and the impression was still deep, so she can't be blamed for thinking too much.

Without further ado, with a red face on her face, she took the large blue and white bowl in Qing He's hand, put enough chili peppers in it, and ate it hotly.

"Hey, you—"

Don't eat it.

Qinghe's ear tips were rosy, his sparkling eyes stared at her, and the persuasion that came to his lips was swallowed back.

Her heart was warm, and she fell in love with this kind of fireworks that surrounded the hustle and bustle in an instant.

After finishing the last sip of sour soup, Chi Heng thought to himself: Is she like this...does she eat Wanwan's saliva?

Ah, I can't think about it anymore.

It's all because of Wanwan, who didn't hide her words well, and poisoned her pure and young heart.

The corners of her lips turned up, and she walked out of the soup restaurant holding the hand of her fiancee.

The spring is bright and the willows are green and the flowers are red.

"Are you still holding on?" Qing He asked.

"It's okay, just take a few more steps."

Just when he was getting taller, his appetite was getting bigger and bigger, so Chi Heng rubbed his belly, but didn't take it to heart.

She didn't return all night, and she would always go back to the General's Mansion after breakfast, send Qinghe back to [Bieyuan], and walk home.

Watching her leave until the figure could no longer be seen, Qinghe turned and went back to the room.

Maybe next time you can invite Achi to taste the bean curd and Hu spicy soup from Aunt Fat's house. I don't know if Achi has snatched bowls from other girls besides her...

……

Stepping into the general's mansion, a feather duster came towards him, Chi Heng deftly avoided it, and opened his eyes wide: "Mother! What are you doing!"

"Why do you ask me?" Mrs. Chi glared at her: "You still know to come back? Why don't you sleep over there tonight?"

Gee!

This is the one who drank the sour soup, right?

The little general was guarding against the 'killer' that would fall in her hands at some point, and said with a sweet smile: "The general's mansion is my home, and there is a mother at home. Even if my leg is broken, I will lose my last breath." Climb back and make Auntie happy."

"Slick tongue. Bah, bah, bah, what are you talking about with a broken leg?" Madam Chi threw the feather duster and yelled at her: "Don't follow me!"

"Hey, here we come."

Chi Ying Chi Ai lived in the barracks a few days ago, eating and drinking with a group of soldiers.

General Chi came back from the early morning to deal with business in the study.

Chi Heng obediently followed A Niang into the inner room, Madam Chi sat on the round wooden stool and examined her face: "Tell me, how did you spend last night?"

"How can I live?" Of course she would not foolishly admit that after reading the indecent words last night, Ben had a half-night dream, and the dream was full of her elegant and weak green plum.

"I live next door to Wanwan, I sleep until dawn, wake up and go to my fat aunt's house to eat a bowl of sour slice soup and then come back."

"Gone?"

"Oh, I drank too much yesterday."

"Just you drinking?"

Chi Heng nodded: "Wanwan's body can't be greedy for drinks? I drink, she drinks tea, and we have a good conversation."

"..."

Mrs. Chi looked suspicious, and the more she thought about it, the more she became more and more frustrated: "What else?"

"What else?" Chi Heng didn't understand why A Niang looked at her like that.

After a long time, Mrs. Chi opened the skylight with her to talk frankly: "Aheng, tell your mother, do you have any intentions for Qinghe?"

"This……"

She might have hesitated before, but now...

Always wanting to tear up Wanwan's dress and press down on her bullying self, how can I say it's unintentional?

If not, why do you think about it day and night?

Chi Heng sat there silently, pouring a cup of warm tea and sipping slowly, his eyes lowered, with a deepness that vaguely broke through ignorance.

She didn't speak, Madam Chi probably understood: "Since you understand..."

"I don't know."

She said: "Mother, I have known her since I was a child, and it is far from being able to explain it by love. I am still young, and I don't want to think so much. We are inseparable. When we are with her, she is happy and I am happy. In this way Just fine.

"I just want to do what I want, and my heart will tell me the real answer one day. I don't need A Niang to point out the maze. I want to see through my own feelings. This is growth. My sister likes me like this."

No matter how much she said, it still fell on "sister likes it", Madam Chi couldn't laugh or cry, she didn't know whether she was lamenting her daughter's sincerity and assertiveness, or lamenting that she was being stupid again.

The inflection point of life is logically best to let nature take its course.

It can be seen that whether it is Qinghe or Ahheng, they are enjoying, enjoying the secret pleasure brought by the heartbeat.

Enjoy the freshness of seeing your mind a little bit and seeing it as a matter of course.

The little general smiled brightly: "Mother, I have grown up so much that I have a little secret. If you ask me later, I am not so honest."

Mrs. Chi is happy for her "diudiu" growth, but also feels lost because her daughter has someone closer in her heart.

She lightly rubbed the center of her eyebrows: "Get out, you bastard, I will only know how to anger your mother."

Chi Heng smiled and ran away, ran to the door, and turned his head: "But I still love A Niang very much, A Niang, don't be jealous anymore."

The person who looked like a little sun disappeared without a trace, Madam Chi picked up the tea cup and drank it.

Half a cup of tea entered his throat, and the runner ran out full of energy.

"Aniang, let's change another batch of maidservants in my courtyard, and don't want that Chunqi."

"What happened to Chunqi?"

"She..." Chi Heng said with a shy face, "I'm afraid she will climb into my bed in the middle of the night."

"..."

Really straightforward.

Mrs. Chi chuckled: "Well, why do you want to change people? What did Qinghe say?"

"No." The little general glanced up.

"You. Got it."

"Thank you mother!" Chi Heng softly kissed A Niang on the forehead, and walked quickly towards the training ground.

Mrs. Chi's eyes are deep: [Bie Yuan] It's just a rest for the night, and she has already meddled in the affairs of the 'fiancé''s yard before she got married. The girl from the Shen family is very skillful.

She really held her daughter's heart firmly in her hands.

Fortunately, Ah Heng was loved.

She was a little apprehensive towards the young daughter-in-law-to-be, but in the end, because "Aheng likes her", her apprehension turned into a [-]% admiration.

As long as she can make Ah Heng happy, no matter how good Miss Shen is, she is still the daughter-in-law of the Chi family and one of her own.

"Come here, send some supplements and silks to [Xiuchun Bieyuan]."

"Yes, ma'am."

……

Bieyuan.

After receiving the gift from Chi's family, Qinghe seemed to see what Mrs. Chi really wanted to say from the gift that could not speak.

The tonic is to nourish her body, as for these silks and satins...

It was used to make new clothes for A Chi.

Mrs. Chi acquiesced that A Chi would rest with her from time to time.

She is showing with actions: she really treats herself as the daughter-in-law of the Chi family.

Qinghe picked up the silky silk and satin, and began to think about which style of spring shirt to make for the little general.

If the color is garnet red, the style should be fresh, and it is best to set off the slender neck, and you can see the thin collarbone at a glance...

Lock it in the room and show it to her alone.

Facing the spring breeze at the end of March, the flowers in Shengjing City are in full bloom.

The spring shirt Qinghe sewed for Chi Heng has not yet been finished, and the Empress Dowager's 60th birthday party is approaching.

Everyone is preparing for the birthday celebration.

Two days before the birthday banquet, an oral order was issued in the palace. The queen mother learned that the youngest son of the Chi family had the ability to subdue a tiger, so she specially allowed him to bring a tiger into the palace to add color to the birthday banquet.

The day is still here.

Holding the tiger cub that had grown up a circle, Chi Heng pressed the tiger's ears and told him earnestly.

Seeing this, Chi Ying asked, "Aheng, what are you doing?"

"I'm telling it, if it's as honest as before, it won't be able to go home tonight."

can't go home...

Chi Ying's eyes darkened.

His Majesty will not tolerate the son of an important minister being too radiant. In the past, Gao Zu said to subdue a tiger, and Ah Heng happened to have the ability to subdue a tiger. Sometimes showing his sharpness would bring murderous intent instead.

He secretly sighed that his younger brother was smart, and said in a gentle voice: "Then you should be careful."

"Yes." Chi Heng stroked [Feixue]'s tail, murmuring.

The tiger cub blinked its big round eyes, wondering if it understood its master's intentions.

At the beginning of April, the Empress Dowager's 60th birthday, the courtiers and their families entered the palace in an orderly manner.

Chi Heng deliberately found a rope and tied it around [Feixue]'s neck. When the guards guarding the gate saw it, they secretly laughed at the third son's tiger who was not as obedient as it was said in the legend.

The Shen family's carriage stopped slowly at the gate of the palace, and Chi Heng went up to pay respects to his father-in-law.

When Shen Yanen saw her, he remembered what happened to her resting in [Bieyuan] a few days ago, his eyes were like stars, he nodded coldly, and didn't say much.

He is used to coldness, and he and his father's old friends for many years can't speak a few words on weekdays. Stuffy gourds and big ice cubes, the little general is not surprised, and he came to the carriage holding the rope to tie the tiger.

Just when the curtain was opened and the girl in the hibiscus-colored peach blossom misty skirt was clearly seen inside, Chi Heng grinned and said, "Sister Qinghe!"