Chapter 141

141 melancholy of a plate of cucumbers

Shen Qingru was depressed all day. In the evening, Huo Qijun came back from the military camp. This feeling of loss could not be relieved.

Huo Qijun was still wearing bright silver armor when he went out. He practiced in the army all day and was sticky all over. He untied his armor three or two times, turned around and went into the bathroom.

When Huo Qijun came out after washing, his dark hair was tied with a jade crown. He was only wearing Chinese clothes, revealing half of his strong chest. Seeing Shen Qingru still sitting there, he had no intention of waiting on him to dress. The servant women who served him were sent away by him early. Huo Qijun had to take a regular coat and put it on himself.

Shen Qingru sat alone at the table, looking dull, his eyes straight, an unhappy look. When he saw him, he just smiled at him. The smile was obviously reluctant.

"My husband is back. Have you eaten yet?"

Huo Qijun shook his head. Shen Qingru hurriedly ordered the servant girl Liuli to pass the meal. The meal was already ready. It was always hot in the stove in the small kitchen, ready for the masters to pass the meal at any time.

Huo Qijun seemed really hungry. He ate two bowls of rice before he put down his chopsticks. Shen Qingru took a bowl of sweet scented osmanthus rice wine, ate two bites, and stopped with his cheek.

"I've had enough for lunch today. I haven't eaten yet." feeling Huo Qijun's eyes next to me, Shen Qingru put down the spoon and explained. At the same time, he put a chopstick in his bowl, his favorite Rouge fish roll.

She seemed very unhappy, but she didn't want him to worry.

Huo Qijun finished his meal in silence, watching Shen Qingru busy directing the servant girls to remove the cups, bowls and chopsticks, put the inner and outer boots, socks and belts he would wear tomorrow together, and put them by his pillow.

She seems to want to be busy to make her mood better.

Huo Qijun sat at the table and took a military book to read. His eyes seemed to stare at the book in his hand, but the rest of his eyes kept chasing Shen Qingru. He looked at her with a little enjoyment, took out his clothes and belts, compared them again and again, and finally selected the most suitable one.

The servant girls and women all left, and there were only two of them left in the room.

Shen Qingru was absorbed in Huo Qijun's reading. For fear of disturbing him, she deliberately lightened her hands and feet. Unexpectedly, her waist was suddenly hot, and a hard arm suddenly surrounded her from behind and took her body in his direction.

Huo Qijun put his arms around her and put his face on her slender back. He made a half sound and relaxed his ape arm. Shen Qingru's slender body was lost by him and leaned face to face against his chest.

Shen Qingru only felt that her body was suddenly light. It turned out that Huo Qijun held her in his arms, sat on his lap, bowed his head, leaned into her soft and greasy neck and kissed gently: "madam, what's unhappy today? Tell me."

Shen Qingru was slightly stunned, and her eyes were silent. She was gently surrounded by his movements and could only slightly raise her head, so that she could look straight at each other.

She is tall among women. However, even if she straightens up, she can stand up to Huo Qijun's chin. Huo Qijun's shoulders were broad, his back was straight, and his two hard arms hugged her waist, which more and more set off her petite and pitiful in his arms.

Huo Qijun's bony hand gently raised her chin, looked at her face for a moment, and asked fondly, "Why are you unhappy?"

Shen Qingru's nose was sour and she bit her lip without saying a word.

He looked at her for a long time and finally held her in his arms. His face was close to his chest and brought him into his territory with a strong protective attitude.

Shen Qingru buried his head in his arms for a long time. His regular heartbeat sounded in his ears. It was quiet and peaceful, as if they were the only two left in heaven and earth.

She was held by him for a long time and her mood calmed down a lot. Huo Qijun looked down and saw that the white Chinese clothes were slightly wet. It should be that her little wife cried her nose in his arms.

Shen Qingru sucked his nose, looked up at Huo Qijun a little embarrassed, and whispered, "husband, can I ask you a question?"

Huo Qijun gently stroked her soft hair, again and again, very patient. When he was a teenager, he once had a Persian cat with blue eyes and snow-white hair. He often rolled around his feet, a naive attitude of being spoiled and asking for touch. Huo Qijun felt inexplicably that Shen Qingru's expression at this time was a little similar to the appearance of the Persian cat after being frightened. He needed to hold shunshun Mao in his arms to comfort him.

He kissed her in the eye with encouragement: "ask."

Shen Qingru restlessly drew several semicircles on the ground and hesitated for a while. Huo Qijun did not urge her, but patiently stroked her black hair.

She hesitated for a moment and finally summoned up the courage to ask, "husband, am I very unpopular?"

Huo Qijun was stunned. There was a moment of stagnation on Junlang's face. It seemed that she didn't respond to what she was saying.

"Why do you ask?" a low voice sounded in my ear.

Shen Qingru has been observing the expression on the other side. When she asked this question, she hesitated again and again. In the general's house, except the servant, the aster who is in love with her sister, no one can answer her. The only one who can give her the answer is Huo Qijun.

She turned her face slightly uneasy and made up her mind. If Huo Qijun showed even a little sarcastic expression on his face, she would immediately stop the topic.

Huo Qijun had never seen her look like this in front of him. And ask such childish words. Somehow, a tender feeling of pity poured out of his heart.

He always felt that Shen Qingru was a strong woman. When they first met, she always looked confident and fearless. She fought against vicious stepmother and cruel concubines. She was never afraid of ghosts and monsters. She was forced by wind, sword and frost, but she never flinched.

Later, without hesitation, she left the comfortable life in the capital and followed him to the frontier fortress in the thousands of miles of desert. She suffered a lot all the way, but she smiled heartlessly.

Perhaps he has always thought of her too strong and ignored her. In her bones, she is just a 17-year-old girl, who will be afraid and sad.

Huo Qijun held the beauty in his arms tighter and stuck it tightly to his warm chest, almost printing her in his bones. The warm kiss slowly fell on her hair and forehead: "why do you think so?"

Shen Qingru leaned in his arms and let him soothe him with light pity and love for a long time. When he felt a little better, he slowly opened his mouth: "I just think... I don't like people."

She knew that Wu's sister-in-law was indifferent to her, so she had the cheek to act coquettish and cheat in front of her, consciously became familiar with Wu's sister-in-law, and Wu's sister-in-law gradually accepted her

But as soon as Zhao Weiyang came back, everything went back to the past. The Wu family's sister-in-law looked at Zhao Weiyang with such kind eyes and spoke with her in such a gentle tone that she didn't look like the fierce woman facing herself at all.

She likes the quiet sister-in-law Huiwen and thinks of all ways to help sister-in-law Huiwen, so that she can not only make a living, but also preserve her dignity. But she did so much, sister-in-law Huiwen only expressed gratitude to her, which was not as close as Zhao Weiyang.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Shen Qingru really didn't believe that sister-in-law Huiwen, who has always been silent, would have talked a lot.

Probably only in front of people who are really close to them will people say nothing, and sister-in-law Huiwen probably did so to Zhao Weiyang. In her eyes, I'm afraid I'm just an ordinary friend, not even a friend.

Shen Qingru is vaguely sad.

Huo Qijun asked again and again. Shen Qingru had to tell him about today's situation, focusing on the plate of green cucumbers on sister-in-law Wu's table.

"That cucumber is always my favorite..." Shen Qingru puffed her cheeks and looked angry: "sister-in-law Wu lied to me that she had been picked by me long ago, and there was nothing left..."

"As a result, as soon as Miss Weiyang went, she washed a plate and put it there, a whole plate..." her expression was very aggrieved: "on weekdays, I play coquettish and cheat, and sister-in-law Wu only gave half a root... When Miss Weiyang came, she was generous..."

Huo Qijun buried his head in the nest of her neck, and his body shook silently... Shen Qingru said angrily for a while, and then found that his husband was buried in his neck, laughing silently.

Laugh, laugh, laugh at your head.

Huo Qijun looked at her innocently. The corners of his lips still couldn't help picking up. He laughed and endured very hard. Madam, it's not that you want to laugh for your husband, but that you want to laugh when you talk about the grievance of that dish of cucumber.

This is clearly the melancholy caused by a dish of cucumbers.

When Huo Qijun saw that she was going to be angry, he quickly flattered and hugged her waist and coaxed her: "madam, don't worry, I'll order someone to go to the market to collect cucumbers for you, buy a few hundred kilograms and put them there, and eat them whenever you want."

Shen Qingru glared at him with hatred and slapped Huo Qijun's hand around his waist with a black face.

It was night. Huo Qijun faced a cold back from beginning to end. As soon as he put his hand on her waist, her body shrank in. Just as he was about to hold her in his arms and sleep with her as usual, his little wife looked at him with a smile and said faintly, "husband, I'm tired today. Can I have a rest earlier?"

Huo Qijun took back his palm. No matter how dull he was, he also felt the smell. Just now he just smiled, but he deeply offended his little wife.

The consequences of offending his little wife are tragic. For example, now, Wenxiang nephrite is close at hand, but he doesn't even have the right to touch

Huo Qijun's deep regret, frustrated self-examination and his consistent mature and prudent temperament, why didn't he resist laughing for a moment?

Looking at the cold back of his little wife, the beautiful hair of crows is covered with pillows, and the delicate ups and downs under the cover of snow-white neck and quilt are vaguely visible... This sense of loss that can't be seen or touched makes Huo's heart filled to the utmost.

No, we have to find a way to coax her.