Girl Shen's strategy for chasing his wife

To the north of Zhuque Street, Xiuchun Bieyuan.

At noon, the servants of Shen's family brought a parrot, saying that it was to relieve Miss Di's boredom.

The bird was chosen by General Shen himself. It has red hair, a pointed beak, and its eyes are slick. It looks energetic. It jumps up and down in the cage, eats when it is given food, drinks when it is given water, and starts to jump up and down again when it is full. Noisy.

There are white tigers and fat cats in Bieyuan, and the fat cats give birth to a litter of kittens. The white tiger has a fat cat on its head, and a bunch of kittens run around behind it, white, orange, and tricolor. , exceptionally pleasing.

In spring and March, the sky is getting warmer day by day, and Qinghe sheds the stove and uses the kitten as a 'hand stove'.

Her favorite thing this month is the milky white cat, which is less than two months old. Not afraid of life at all.

There are so many interesting pets, the huge garden is not short of a bird.But when he sent this bird, Qinghe had to think about taking good care of the parrot, so as not to be buried in the belly of the cat someday.

The red-haired parrot was arrogant for a long time before being honest.

The sun was slowly setting, and Miss Shen was loving and nourishing. Getting what she wanted was better than taking any panacea. The joy came from the heart, her face was radiant, and her eyebrows and eyes were stretched.

I just made love with A Chi yesterday, and I haven't seen anyone all day today, logically speaking, how can I not love each other?It's just that Qinghe is used to seeing her miss her, and has been waiting for her for so many years, not less than three or five days.

When Chi Heng first entered the military camp, she didn't expect that she would come.

But the man just came.

Like a well-prepared surprise, and like a flower waiting to bloom one day earlier in spring, as soon as it appears, these eyes can no longer see anything else.

"elder sister."

Chi Heng walked around the exquisitely built lotus pond, his clothes fluttering, and walked to the wicker chair sitting on one side under the peach blossom tree: "Oh, I finally saw you."

It's as if it's hard to see my young lady.

Liuqin made tea and water for her, the water temperature was just right, Chi Heng picked it up and drank half a cup.

Her neck was white and slender, and the tea was swallowed down her throat, no matter how sexy she looked, Qinghe held her chin and looked at it with relish.

Thinking that in the future, A Chi will inevitably mingle with a group of men in the military camp, sweat and practice martial arts together under the sun, and gather together to discuss strategies. She is a little bit envious and envious.

I envy many people who can see her hot-blooded little general.

"It's jasmine tea, it's delicious and fragrant."

Qinghe pinched the handkerchief to wipe off the water stains that dripped down her chin, but Chi Heng wiped it with his sleeve informally after speaking.

It's not bad that she entered the military camp on the first day, but she does as the Romans do, people in the military camp eat a lot of wine and food, if she is as fastidious as usual, someone will definitely call her 'sissy' in private.

Being called a 'sissy' is nothing but revealing your identity is bad.

She adapted well, happened to block Qinghe's shortcut to touch her and love her, and her full of thoughtfulness had no place to show, Qinghe put away the brocade handkerchief regretfully, smiling dotingly: "Are you tired?"

"good."

Chi Heng covered his right shoulder with his left hand to exercise his muscles and bones. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Qin Se's two sisters. She had an idea: "Is there any food for me?"

Seeing the smile on the young lady's lips, Liu Qin asked, "What kind of dishes does the little general want to eat?"

Simply and neatly reported the recipe, Liuqin and Liuser stopped disturbing the two people's romance, and watched them go away. Chi Heng leaned over and rested his chin on one hand, happily telling Qinghe how she got here this day.

"...Do you remember Wu Yongyou? The man who sent medicinal materials to your house every year and festival was closer to my father-in-law than to my own father-the one who fought for the brothel lover and Ning Zhao's son the year before last, he, he really pissed me off gone."

Just hearing her speak calmly, I couldn't stop the laughter in my eyes, and cooperated softly: "Remember, he is very attentive, he doesn't talk much when he enters the mansion, and he looks very honest. What's wrong with him?"

"Not much to talk about?" Chi Heng raised his head and pointed to the red mark on his neck, "He just looks honest, but his heart is weak."

Her eyebrows were curved, and she lowered her voice: "Sister, you kissed and bit me very enthusiastically yesterday, and the marks were still there after sleeping all night. Before going out, I covered it with Aniang's powder, and we lived in peace all the way." Unexpectedly, he would be spotted by Wu Youyong, his eyes are more powerful than eagle eyes, and he saw through that it was a hickey..."

She complained as soon as she complained, she spoke like a hooligan, and she couldn't say that she was talking nonsense, Qinghe's ears were slightly red, and she became curious: "Then, did he expose you?"

Chi Heng snorted softly: "Isn't it natural for you to be good to me? How can you get 'exposed'? It's the truth that everyone should know how to see through and not tell the truth, and can you ask casually about things that are happy with others?

"Wu Yong has a stupid mind, and he didn't dare to think about you at all. He wronged me for 'disobedience', and as a result, it was widely spread that I was playing with women. I was wronged!"

Qing He's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he tried his best to suppress his smile: "You will not be indifferent if you are wronged, what did you say?"

"What can I say?" Chi Heng suddenly weakened, scratched his chin with his fingertips, his ears were red.

Embarrassedly avoiding his fiancée's gentle gaze, and staring at the toe of her boots, she sighed: "I asked him, can you tell me about the things in your wife's house? It's you who oppressed her." Or she crushes you, one night, heck, how many times can you fight in one night..."

Her small face was rosy, and after she finished speaking, Miss Shen was lying on the table with a smile on her upper body.

Chi Heng cleared his throat and scratched his head in bewilderment: "I'm calling it a sneak peek, but fortunately, Wu Youyou's brain is still useful..."

"Good question." Qing He raised his head, with a smile on his face, his face was like a peach blossom: "When I see him again, I will also use this to shame him, to see if he still dares to bully you."

Chi Heng's heart was suddenly moved by her words, and he was overjoyed: "Sister, why do you treat me so well?"

The end of Miss Shen's eyes was frivolous, and Little General Chi covered his heart and didn't dare to think about it any more. He drank tea to cool down his anger, and chuckled: "How can I let him bully me at my age? Don't worry, sister, no one can bully me in the military camp." .”

"You are the son of a great general, or the uncle of the Shen family. Even with all their courage, they wouldn't dare to use the way the military camp bullies newcomers on you."

"Elder sister still understands!" Chi Heng held her willingly.

As dusk fell quietly, she got up and helped Qinghe into the house.

She clasped her fingers together, the little general seemed to have seven or eight rabbits in her heart, thumping and thumping so much that she blushed.

"Look at the road."

"Hey, just watch." She quietly tightened her fingers: "Wanwan, are my hands warm?"

Qinghe scolded her: "It's all sweat."

"Sweat is good. Which normal person can hold his sweetheart's little hand without sweating?"

"Absurd."

Seeing her smiling face, Chi Heng boldly kneaded and pinched her fingertips. The fingers were slender, with well-defined roots, as tender as tofu.

"Sister, can I rest here tonight?"

Qinghe paused and looked at her sideways: "Yes, what do you want to do?"

Meeting her clear eyes, Chi Heng's head became hot: "Sleep with you... How about the next door?"

A low laugh came from Qinghe's throat, his voice was melodious, and his heart was like a mirror: "Who is sleeping?"

Chi Heng blinked, looked around but didn't see Qin Se's shadow, and shyly whispered to her: "Sleep with you."

"rogue."

"Can you do it?" Chi Heng kept up with her, hooked her little finger and swayed gently: "You can sleep with me. Don't pick. Can't you even warm your bed? I even recommend myself as a pillow. Wanwan, in March, It's cold at night, and I can-"

"To shut up."

"..."

The ears are finally clean.

……

"You son of a bitch, I won't be coming back tonight."

Mrs. Chi shook her head. If she didn't know what kind of person Qing He was, she would have thought her family Ah Heng had been seduced by some vixen.

It’s okay if you don’t come back, but you still have to write the policy theory that should be written.

The whole three policy theories were sent back by General Chi and sent to the other garden. Chi Heng was waiting for a meal when he received the "consolation" from his father, and the corner of his mouth twitched: You are really my father.

She leaned against Qinghe's shoulder pitifully: "Wanwan, tonight I'm going to light up the night battle again."

When she closed her eyes, she had nothing to love.

For three policy theories, it takes at least two hours to rewrite.

Every time she submits a topic, her father's request is to keep improving. If you don't write the same topic three, four, five or six times, you won't be able to pass the test of the general.

Knowing that she had something to do at night, Qinghe was probably the happiest one, and tapped Chi Heng's cheek with his fingertips: "You deserve it, you little rascal."

The little general hugged his fiancée and cried.

Writing a policy theory is a very mentally draining thing.

After dinner, Chi Heng went to the study to bite his pen with his policy theory, and wrote three policy theory - "Governing the People", "Governing the Army", and "Governing Ministers".

The first one and the last one couldn't give Chi Yan a satisfactory answer based on her current level, so she directly focused on "Reaching the Army".

A one-day trip to the barracks, seeing how the situation is, is more or less inspired.

Fortunately, her father didn't expect her to make rapid progress, she stared at Bai Xuan with a bald head, looked up to the sky and sighed, resigned to her fate, held the pen and devoted herself to revising the military strategy.

The candle next door was always on.

Just after midnight, Qinghe knocked on the door carrying the boiled soup.

Seeing her coming in, Chi Heng put down his brush for a while, rubbed his eyes and looked at the hourglass in the corner: "It's so late, why is sister still awake?"

"Can't sleep, come to accompany you." The steaming soup was filled in a small porcelain white bowl, "Are you hungry? Drink a bowl before writing." Her eyes glanced over the table inadvertently, and a shudder flashed across her heart.

Rule the army, rule the people, and rule the ministers.

"Hey, be careful it's hot!" Chi Heng hurriedly took the soup bowl and put it down, picked up her tender white hands, and asked worriedly: "Is it hot?"

Qinghe forgot to clench her knuckles and let her hold on, her eyes wandered away, and her thoughts flew thousands of miles away in an instant.

What kind of talents need to govern the army, the people, and the ministers?

Splitting and then putting together is inseparable from the way of the emperor.

She didn't speak, Chi Heng rubbed her thin white fingers: "Have you guessed everything?"

"I guessed it, you didn't try to hide it from me." Qing He sighed with hidden eyes: "This road is not easy to walk."

"Who says it's not? Except for the dead end, this is the only one in front of me." She raised her hand and yawned: "Daddy Zuoyou won't harm me."

"Sleepy?"

Chi Heng smiled and said: "I don't know what's going on, but I feel sleepy when I see my sister. Wanwan, give me a kiss."

Before she finished speaking, she gently and softly dropped a soft kiss on her cheek.

Beauty can refresh your mind, and the little general who was kissed by his fiancée cheered up. After drinking the soup, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to continue to sit at the desk. After writing a few words, she raised her eyes and teased: "Wanwan, if you don't sleep, would you like to accompany me?" Tim Xiang' huh?"

Qing He calmly rolled up his sleeves, walked to her side and rubbed ink for her: "That's exactly what I meant."

The slender knuckles holding the ink ingot were exceptionally beautiful under the dim yellow candlelight. Chi Heng's mind was shaken, he didn't dare to think too much, and devoted himself to the method of barracks reform.

Candles become tears.

Time passed inch by inch, Qinghe was studying ink while paying attention to the gradually increasing ink characters. The Chi family was planning a major event of changing the dynasty. The Chi family had three sons. cause.

She doesn't know the reason, outsiders don't know, maybe His Majesty knows.

In this way, some things can be explained.

Why is Your Majesty so crazily afraid of the two houses, why does he care about whether the heirs of the courtiers are male or female, and why does he have to send an imperial doctor to check the pulse every once in a while.

Why is General Chi very strict with his youngest son?

What happened 18 years ago?

So much so that when A Chi was born, he had to disguise himself as a man?

Speaking of a thousand words and ten thousand words, the only thing that can make the great general predict the future of the nine clans is the only thing other than the "mandate of heaven", what else can it be?

destiny.

Destiny...

"Wanwan? Wanwan?"

Chi Heng held down her hand that was grinding ink, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Okay, that's enough, aren't you tired?"

As soon as she mentioned it, Qinghe felt his hands were sore, and his eyes blamed him: "Who am I for?"

"For me, for me." Chi Heng felt sorry for her that she could rest until now, and no longer had any bad intentions to take advantage of it, and said with a low eyebrow: "Shall I take you back to the room?"

Qing He smiled and took the initiative to wrap her arms around her neck.

The beauty threw herself into her arms, and Chi Heng was exhausted: "You don't have to stay with me anymore. How can I come here in the future if you are like this? It's not like I'm staying with you for a night, the days are long..."

She had a lot of long-winded talk, Qinghe didn't bother to answer to avoid being lectured by her again, and listened to her whispering in his ear, feeling tired.

The remaining ink stains on her fingertips were wiped off by Chi Heng with a wet kerchief. She stood quietly by the bed and admired her fiancée's peaceful sleeping face. Sucked in his mouth.

"Good dream, sister."

The door was quietly closed.

The starry night was silent.

In the dark, Qinghe slowly opened her eyes, poked her white fingers out of the quilt, and muttered softly, "A child who has not been weaned".

She pursed her lips shyly, relying on no one to see, she pressed the numb finger to her lips, and licked lightly with the tip of her tongue. Unexpectedly, she was hit by a wave of shame, and her cheeks turned pink.

Wrapped sideways in the brocade quilt, her heart pounded for a while, and she fell into a sweet dream in a mess.