Pregnant with God of War after escaping from marriage [Transmigration Book]

Qi Wu really frowned: "Hey, Shang Fuheng, I think you've crossed the line. Usually, you're choking, but what's the matter with your hands and feet, it's very disrespectful."

"It's a bit out of bounds." Shang Fuheng lowered his eyes slightly, looked at his fingertips again, then raised his head and said to Qi Wu, "...This is a bit strange, let me think about it."

With his reaction, Qi Wu couldn't get angry for some reason, so he was speechless: "You should reflect on yourself."

Holding the cloak tightly, Qi Wu quickly walked towards the main courtyard by himself.

Shang Fuheng casually followed behind him, and kindly told him: "Go slowly, be careful not to fall."

"Don't curse me." Qi Wu replied back...then pay attention to his feet and walk carefully, lest he really fall down just after he finished speaking, which would be embarrassing.

The heavy snow was still falling in the afternoon, but the sun came out not long after noon, and the sun and snowflakes fell on the people and the ground at the same time.Looking at Qi Wu's indigo blue back in front of him, Shang Fuheng suddenly bent his lips.

Because the sun was out, Qi Wu, who wanted to stay in the house, thought about it, and simply asked someone to move a soft couch to the porch, so that he could not only avoid the snow but also enjoy the snow and bask in the sun.There is also a charcoal stove on the side of the soft couch, and tea cups can be placed on the edge of the charcoal stove to warm up while warming up.

After tidying up, Qi Wu lay down softly on the soft couch, and pulled the blanket to cover his chest. In front of him, Qi Wu squinted his eyes and felt very comfortable.

Shang Fuheng watched him give orders all the time, until Qi Wu was lying down, Shang Fuheng asked: "What about me? Would you send someone to at least give me a table?"

Qi Wu pointed casually: "There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones and tables in that room, if you want to move them outside, you can do it yourself."

"Do you think I look stupid?" Shang Fuheng shook his head, went outside the courtyard and called Yang Shu and the others back to move the tables and chairs.

Qi Wu convinced this man: "The window in the room is open, and you can see the scene in the yard. You have to come to this icy and snowy place to paint? Let me tell you first, if you get typhoid fever from the cold, don't Ask me for soup money."

Standing in the corridor, Shang Fuheng replied after hearing the words: "Don't worry, my Lang Palace is not as stingy as you, and I don't lack that little bit of silver."

When Liang Zhu and Ru Ya came back from shopping, they put the paint on the long table in the corridor, put a few jugs of wine beside Qi Wu's soft couch, then they went out of the courtyard, turned around and closed the courtyard door.

Qi Wu casually turned over a teacup to use as a wine glass, picked up a jug of wine and uncorked it, poured it into the cup, and then put the teacup by the charcoal stove to roast.After pouring a cup, Qi Wu poured several more cups.

After finishing this, Qi Wu put down the jug, and when he looked back, he realized that Shang Fuheng was looking at him.

"You draw yours, what do you want me to do? I don't intend to share your wine with you." Qi Wu said.

Shang Fuheng walked to the table, and slowly spread out the rice paper: "I'm not too curious, but I've never seen you drink hot wine like this."

"I'm happy." Qi Wu raised his eyebrows, and leaned back on the soft couch comfortably.

Shang Fuheng opened the paint jar, and said in a slow tone, "It's up to you, anyway, if you accidentally burn your hand while holding the wine glass later, the snow all over the ground will be very easy to heal your injury."

Qi Wu paused slightly, then hummed lightly.

So Shang Fuheng watched the withered plum tree painting in the corner of the courtyard, while Qi Wu, who was also in the corridor, lay leisurely on the soft couch, drinking a cup of hot wine from time to time.

The wine is not high, but after drinking it, it still feels warm in the heart. If you drink too much and you are basking in the sun, you will feel a little sleepy.

Qi Wu put down his wine glass, pulled up the blanket, closed his eyes and wanted to take a nap.

Shang Fuheng watched him close his eyes, and smiled helplessly.

When Shang Fuheng said that he wanted to paint, he really meant it. He was taught by his mother when he was young.It's just that I'm not very professional, and I haven't painted for some months, so I was very unfamiliar when I first started writing.After drawing for a while, it became smoother.

But as he was drawing and painting, Shang Fuheng's gaze, which was originally on the courtyard, could not help but look towards the corridor.

Qi Wu fell asleep again, as if he was about to hibernate.Just like in the morning, half of his face was covered by a blanket, and he looked very cute and docile.

Shang Fuheng stared at Qi Wu for a while, then suddenly put down the pen in his hand, and walked towards Qi Wu with light steps.

The charcoal stove was still burning, and there was still a glass of untouched wine on it.

Shang Fuheng simply picked it up, and put it back after drinking it all.

With the hot wine in his throat, Shang Fuheng lowered his eyes and quietly looked at Qi Wu's sleeping face.

Qi Wu dared not to defend himself and fell asleep in front of him, so he must have some trust in it.But are they close?

When they get together, they always seem to have a bad voice... But the choking sound is the choking sound, and it seems that they have never really got angry.On the contrary, I think it is very interesting.

Shang Fuheng chuckled suddenly, then stretched out his hand to gently pinch Qi Wu's cheek.

Without waking anyone up, Shang Fuheng also returned to the table in the hallway contentedly.He no longer followed the middle scene of the painting academy, but looked at the people in the corridor.

Shang Fuheng patiently outlined the strokes and lines, remembering that Qi Wu said that he had no sense of measure in his hands and feet...but it's worth noting that there is no measure.

Besides, when did Qi Wu and Shang Fuheng have a sense of proportion?If he insisted on talking about it, it would be Qi Wu who didn't care about proportion. From the first acquaintance, he didn't regard Shang Fuheng as the king of Lang who needed to be respected and feared.

Before Shang Fuheng finished painting, Qi Wu's side woke up.But just turned over, Qi Wu opened his eyes, seeing the sun was still very good, he simply closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

As for not being able to sleep at night, Qi Wu didn't bother to think about it.He sleeps when he wants to sleep, and doesn't sleep when he can't sleep. There is nothing urgent and fixed in his daily schedule.

Shang Fuheng looked at the painting under his hand, and then at Qi Wu who had changed his posture, feeling very helpless.His painting skills are not very good, Qi Wu changed his posture just like that, which made him quite difficult to handle.

But it's okay, Shang Fuheng thought about it for a while, and continued to draw directly based on his impressions.

It's just that it's not natural to connect like this. When the painting was finished, Shang Fuheng looked at the painting under his hand and shook his head disapprovingly.

He originally wanted to give this painting to Qi Wu as a housewarming gift, but the effect was not good, so it was better to give up.Let’s give away the plum blossom tree that was originally painted. Although the indigo plum blossoms falling on the tree look nondescript, but... the left and right can still catch the eye.

After folding up the portrait of the person in the hallway and putting it in his pocket, Shang Fuheng continued to adorn the plum blossom tree in the painting at the beginning.

When Qi Wu woke up, what he saw was a strange painting... In the courtyard with a few simple strokes, there was a plum tree with a simple trunk and indigo plum blossoms on the branches, and the plum blossoms were huge...

"What are you painting?" Qi Wu looked at Shang Fuheng in disbelief, and complained sincerely, "Is this what you call painting? I still think you are self-effacing when you say you know a little bit, and you didn't succeed. I think you've boasted a bit."

Shang Fuheng: "..."

He frowned slightly: "Is it so bad?"

Qi Wu looked at him without blinking.

Shang Fuheng was helpless: "Even if I draw very badly, you shouldn't be so directly disgusted, it hurts my heart."

Qi Wu: "..."

With a light tut, Qi Wu still put away the painting: "Okay, okay, there is hard work without credit, I also accept your gift, how about leaving you a dinner in return?"

Only then was Shang Fuheng satisfied: "Yes."

"I'm not boasting, you can still be proud." Qi Wu was happy, and bent down to take a jug of wine and threw it to Shang Fuheng, "I'm drunk before I drink it, you can drink some."

Shang Fuheng took the wine, and reached out to ask him for a cup.

"Wine glass?" Qi Wu understood, then shook his head, "No, you can hold the whole pot of wine and drink it directly."

Shang Fuheng took a look at him, and really directly uncorked the wine pot, leaned against the table and took a sip.

Qi Wu finally caught this kind of moment, clicked his tongue, and dismissed him: "You are not gentle at all, and I don't see you behaving more elegantly."

Shang Fuheng smiled and said: "I'm used to running around in the battlefield, what does the word gentle have to do with me? I really thought that I was an elegant person in white, but your dislike doesn't irritate me... You were originally in Qi What kind of life did you live when you were in the family? Just now there is wine, why don't you come and listen?"

"Why did the topic change so suddenly?" Qi Wu muttered, picked up the jug and poured it into the cups, poured six cups in a row and put them on the side of the charcoal stove to heat up.

"I don't have anything to say about my days before." Qi Wu thought for a while, "I don't have any fixed things to do all day long, it's just like the current situation, and I live very comfortably."

Shang Fuheng drank the wine and asked him curiously: "You don't want to enter the palace, why did you go with Liu Lu when he went to ask for someone from the Qi clan?"

Qi Wu picked up the wine glass, the glass was a bit hot, so he held it through his wide sleeve.After drinking a glass, he put down the glass and picked up the wine jug to pour it again.

"Although there are not so many troubles in the Qi Clan's land, I don't really like staying there. I say it is grand, for the sake of freedom. I say it is vulgar, because of the generous dowry money given by the clan." Qi Wu slightly He narrowed his eyes and laughed, "You see, I live so richly now that I don't need to worry about money. Isn't it just relying on the money given by the clan?"

Shang Fuheng thought for a while, then nodded slightly: "According to your current consumption, your dowry is indeed enough for you to live a good life."

"In Licheng back then, if I hadn't invited you to Micheng, where would you have planned to go?" Shang Fuheng asked again.

Qi Wu leaned on the soft couch, heard the words and thought about it for a while, and said: "At that time, I didn't actually think about it. It didn't make much difference to me where I went. However, although I didn't think about where I was going, But I've made up my mind where not to go, I won't go to the cities around the Qi Clan in the south, and Wendu..."

Speaking of this, Qi Wu couldn't help laughing, looked at Shang Fuheng and told him the truth: "Actually, I didn't plan to come to Mi City."

Hearing this, Shang Fuheng was really surprised: "Why? Because of me?"

"Yeah." Qi Wu laughed, "I think you're a bit of a troublesome person, and I don't want to get too close to you. But you seduced me with medicine, and you said you wouldn't restrict me, as long as I was in Micheng Live for three years... I figured out that this deal is a good deal, so I came here."

Listening to him, Shang Fuheng couldn't help laughing: "You really dare to tell the truth...... Could it be that you are a little drunk?"

Qi Wu slightly raised his eyebrows: "Just this little wine? I'm not drunk, but I suddenly feel that you are not that annoying, except for your bad mouth... But I still don't want to get too close to you, lest you be called People have noticed. So, my misty house, you'd better not come here in the future."

Stop it?That is impossible.

Shang Fuheng looked at him and clicked his tongue: "Say I have a bad mouth? You may not be gentle when you speak, we are very different."

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