Get on the Wrong Sedan Chair and Marry the Right Wolf + Extra Story

There was rarely such a quiet time between them. In the past, Wei Yueyan would stick to Ling Qiufan's side and pamper her in every possible way, and the unsmiling general would say something in front of her precious wife, "Tuo Zhanjin" Even if Ling Qiufan didn't say a word about the anecdotes and anecdotes she found outside, she could still talk about them as if she had been roasted dry by fire.But today, Wei Yueyan was very silent, Ling Qiufan couldn't help thinking about it.

Another gust of warm wind blew past, bringing with it the scent of lotus wrapped in water vapor. Ling Qiufan lowered her head and moved her fingers, and the Yaoqin in her bosom let out a long stringed sound. She thought slightly, "I'll play a piece for the general Bar."

It's not that Wei Yueyan has never heard Ling Qiufan play music, but in the past, when passing by the back garden, or sitting on the tiles on the roof of the bookstore, he heard the sound of the qin for self-entertainment in the bookstore. The sound of the harp is gorgeous and loud, and the qin is the sound of the heart and only for pleasing oneself, so Wei Yueyan, who is far away, can only hear the vague qin rhyme but not clearly.She put the qin cut by a famous craftsman in the bookstore, so that one day she could hear his wife play a piece for herself, but when Ling Qiufan really put forward this idea, she didn't want to accept it.

Sensing Wei Yueyan's resistance, Ling Qiufan was not annoyed, and quietly waited for Wei Yueyan to give her an answer.

Zhan Jin and Lu Chen over there had already waited anxiously, watching the two of them wasting their time, and after a while watching the sky and the sun rising to the sky, they began to admire their general and wife's ability to kill time.

Wei Yueyan opened his mouth as expected, his tone was not as soft as before, but he didn't want to be angry with Madam, so his tone was a bit stiff: "No merit will not be rewarded." After refusing, he added with a bit of unwillingness: "Madam Why are you playing the piano for me?"

"It's a thank you gift."

The answer is obviously expected.

Wei Yueyan turned his head away, "If it's because I helped Shangshu Qu, madam doesn't need to thank you. We have been married for several months, so there is nothing wrong with doing something for madam."

Ling Qiufan finally understood what the general was trying to do to him today, even though it was very impolite, he laughed lightly.Unexpectedly, the majestic female general in front of outsiders would have such an awkward disposition.

"The general misunderstood."

Wei Yueyan pursed his lips, "What's the misunderstanding?"

"This gift of thanks is the general's reward for the autumn colors of Moling."

Suddenly the wind blows across the lotus pond, blowing thousands of geese huánglàng.

Chapter 98 Left Street to Make

The author has something to say: This chapter has been revised, and the embroidery needle hole is half filled, everyone eat it o(╥﹏╥)o!

Wei Yueyan sat down next to Ling Qiufan a little awkwardly, and Ling Qiufan took the time to tune his voice slowly, admiring the rare embarrassment of the general by the way.Zhan Jin and Lu Shen saw that the two were no longer in a stalemate, so they stepped back to work with confidence. There was no one in the back garden except for the servants who came to clean and care for the plants on weekdays. There are only Wei Yueyan and Ling Qiufan in the garden.

Ling Qiufan pressed the strings with his left hand, and lightly hooked them with his right hand. The strings spread out for a moment, but not scattered.Even if you are not an expert, you can tell that this is a good piano.Ling Qiufan is very satisfied with this carefully customized Qin. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Wei Yueyan secretly looking at her, and couldn't help laughing—in the past, Wei Yueyan took the initiative, but now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, she doesn't want this The general was still shy about something, and didn't dare to take the initiative to ask for words.

Since the mountain didn't come, he went to find it by himself, Ling Qiufan decided not to tease her anymore, and once again made a sound first.

"What do you want to say, General?"

Wei Yueyan originally thought that when Ling Qiufan sat by the piano, he would concentrate on playing the piano, but he didn't expect that he was still observing himself.This is even more embarrassing, "What do you want to talk about, madam?"

Unexpectedly, Wei Yueyan, who is always good at speaking, would only follow his own words today, Ling Qiufan finally found a way to think about it, "It is said that the peach blossom season is the most suitable for planting lotus, but the general can make the lotus bloom during the peach blossom season , must have taken a lot of thought.”

Wei Yueyan was delighted that Madam felt this kindness, and hurriedly answered, "I'm fine, these are all thanks to the gardeners. As long as Madam likes it."

"I like it, I like it, I just have a doubt."

"Please speak, madam."

Ling Qiufan raised his left hand that was pressing the strings and lightly held his cheek, and looked at Wei Yueyan jokingly, "Although lotus is a quiet guest, there are also rich and precious varieties, warm like brocade, elegant like flying dragons, and beautiful like Red Terrace. If you compare it to the secluded ones, there are also categories such as jade bowls, Buddha seats, green hair festivals, etc. The general didn’t choose them, but chose the autumn colors of Moling, which seems to be jú but not jú. I don’t know what his intention is?”

This question was like a dull hammer, hitting Wei Yueyan's chest, and even the viscera inside trembled.This is how she will answer, if it is still the wedding night at this time, and she does not know that her wife has ever had a sweetheart, she can still frankly declare her identity at that time.In fact, before hearing the heartbreaking news with her own ears, in the past three years, when she was in the dilapidated house that was always dyed with bonfires and no cars and horses passed by, although she never broke it, she always believable.

Your heart is like mine.

Jinling Wujun is high and far away, but she has always wanted to find her, explain to her the military order to rush, and it is not her wish to leave without saying goodbye, tell her the bloody pain of marching at the border border at night for three years, and show her that after the farewell, there is nothing left. Drunk still breaks the lovesickness that invades the muscle and cracks the bone.