Banjiang Misty Rain

At the fifth watch, Yuan Huan returned to the other living room, she closed the door softly, and lay down in the sleeping tent softly.

Zhuge Xuan had a light sleep and woke up secretly, but closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Until Yuan Huan's breathing became steady, and at this time it was already dawn outside the house, she opened her eyes, and looked at Yuan Huan's sleeping state through the light.

In the two years since I married her, I have never seen her sleeping so peacefully, as calm as water, and in a relaxed state.

It was as if all the burdens had been lifted from my heart.

Zhuge Hong stared at her for a moment, watched quietly, and described her face inch by inch with his gaze.

She would peek at her like this every day, over and over again.

Can't get enough of it.

A modest woman, as gentle as jade.

Such as cuts are like consultations, such as pondering like grinding.

Just like her person, just like her temperament.

As soon as people get close, they feel warm.

It makes people feel comfortable looking at it.

But her tenderness is only shown to one person.

But it doesn't matter, she also has things that others can't hope for.

Every night when I fall asleep, every morning when I wake up, it is her.

The so-called day and night, nothing more than that.

Very good, very good.

In the 24th year of Yuanji, on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Zhuge Mansion held a family banquet.

The concubine took Caiyu out of the palace to attend the family banquet. In previous years, she was accompanied by the prince. This year, she was alone. She was very happy, and finally had her own space to be comfortable.

The huge National Teacher's Mansion was crowded with people.

In Yangliu Yiyi's pavilion, Yuan Huan was wearing an elegant robe and holding a cup of thin tea, avoiding the noise in the Imperial Teacher's Mansion.

Over the years, every scene and object in the National Teacher's Mansion is still the same as it has been for a hundred years.

She was alone, slowly recalling the memories here.

Every scene is the joy of her and Qian'er.

After a while, a lonely figure in Tsing Yi suddenly reflected in the long corridor.

It's Qian'er!

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly jumped up again, putting down her teacup and looking for the lonely shadow.

After chasing to the end of the corridor, she quickly grabbed her waist and dragged her to the blind corner under the corridor.

Zhuge Qian was taken aback, thinking that the prodigal son came from somewhere, and was about to call for someone to come, but luckily he saw her face clearly first.

Yuan Huan pressed her against the narrow part of the wall, his smile was gentle and light like mist, and his brows and eyes were full of tenderness.

"Qian'er, do you miss me?" she asked.

Zhuge Qian's face was as cold as the moon, and he scolded her softly: "Ah Huan, what kind of demon are you. This is Zhuge's mansion, not your Ruiwang mansion."

Let people see that the consequences are unimaginable.

With a disapproving attitude, Yuan Huan behaved like a playboy, caressing her graceful body, whispering in his ear: "Then you have to be careful, don't let people find you and me flirting."

"Ah Huan!" Zhuge Qian emphasized his tone and pushed her with both hands.

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