Chapter 143

143 Danqing master Huo

Shen Qingru was shocked. She didn't expect that Huo Qijun was not only allergic to cat hair, but also reacted so violently. On the back of the hand he held her, there were countless red spots almost in an instant. Shen Qingru looked closer,

The neck exposed outside his clothes was also crimson. Huo Qijun couldn't help crying and itching. On the one hand, he couldn't help but want to grab it with his hand. Shen Qingru quickly grabbed his hand and told him to wash it and change his clothes again.

She asked aster to take the anti itching ointment. Huo Qijun took a bath and lay down on the bed, waiting for Shen Qingru to wipe the ointment for himself.

Shen Qingru scolded him while smearing ointment on his arms and shoulders: "general, you said you had a cat and didn't even know you were allergic to cats."

Huo Qijun looked at the bed tent in a daze, and let her fiddle with her body. His white jade fingertips were stained with cold ointment and whirled gently on his skin. Slowly, Huo Qijun began to be confused again.

He was very clever. Shen Qingru was not good enough to continue to scold him. He only smeared the ointment and said, "you are allergic to cat hair. Naturally, you can't keep a cat at home. Where did you buy it... Well, where did you pick it up, you'd better give it back."

Huo Qijun shook his head in awe of righteousness: "if you like it, I'll itch to death. It doesn't matter!"

Shen Qingru chuckled, and his plain fingertips gently touched his forehead: "I don't have that much face. For the sake of a cat, the general doesn't have peace every day."

Before he finished, Huo Qijun stretched out his hand to pull her down on his chest, and put his lips on her ears to express his deep feelings: "I'm willing to do anything for you..."

Shen Qingru turns a blind eye. This guy starts flying himself again.

Huo Qijun held her and kissed her delicate clavicle all the way along her white and small earlobe. Suddenly, he turned over, pressed her on the pillow and stuck it to her ear to blow his airway: "today, is it OK?"

"I haven't seen you for several days..." he murmured in her ear, looking wronged. Her breath is so soft and sweet that I miss her very much.

Shen Qingru didn't want to talk to him for a few days because of his untimely smile the day before yesterday. Now they just managed to get back together by raising a cat. It's estimated that she would say no, and Huo Qijun won't follow her anymore.

Sure enough, before she spoke, Huo Qijun couldn't help but pull off her inner clothes automatically, and the hot kiss fell on her round and smooth shoulder. Shen Qingru put the residual ointment on his face while hiding, and snorted, "husband, isn't it itchy?"

As soon as Huo Qijun heard her call to himself, he finally changed from "general" to "husband". He couldn't help looking at it with great joy. Ignoring that there were still some ointment on her fingertips, he kissed her white and tender fingertips and said vaguely: "it's itching. I need my wife to comfort me..."

Huo Qijun abandoned his fingertips and opened his mouth to kiss her delicate lips. Shen Qingru closed his eyes, looked up and asked him to kiss his lips for a while. He hugged her tightly. Shen Qingru nestled in his arms. His soft little hand slipped through his skirt and slowly fell on his skin.

It has to be said that Huo Qijun's skin is smooth and his muscles are tight. He is full of young men's sense of strength. He feels extremely comfortable and feels super good.

Huo Qijun always liked her touch, especially her chest and other Mingan places. Occasionally, on a whim, she would take the initiative to caress him. At this time, Huo Qijun's expression was like a dog caressed by his master, showing an expression of excitement and satisfaction.

His satisfied expression gave Shen Qingru a sense of achievement, so she liked to touch him like encouragement when she was in a good mood.

However, Shen Qingru vaguely felt something bad. Today Huo Qijun's expression seemed a little too excited

Facts have proved that the consequences of general Huo's release of himself are terrible. This night, Shen Qingru felt tired into a dog again.

When I first met Huo Qijun, Shen Qingru always felt that he was very hard every day. He was busy all day and tired like a dog.

Now, I'm tired and become myself.

It was easy for Huo Qijun to stop, and Shen Qingru could not open his tired eyes. She narrowed her eyes half asleep and half awake, listening to Huo Qijun continue to talk in her ear.

He seemed quite interested in the water Sutra note she had just read. He repeatedly asked her if she was in the house and wanted to go out to relax.

Shen Qingru casually "uh huh" twice and counted it as an answer. She has nothing to do recently. She is very interested in Danqing calligraphy, so she asked aster to take some calligraphy and paintings from her study for her to watch and copy. Inadvertently, she saw the famous mountains and rivers in this water Sutra note. The drawings were exquisite. Unexpectedly, she only saw a few paintings and was attracted by the words in it.

The scholar who described the local chronicles was lively and fascinating. After reading a few pages, she became fascinated and looked out of control holding the book.

"Is Shui Jing Zhu so good?" Huo Qijun also turned a few pages and didn't think the book was attractive.

Shen qingruhan said, "well, it's not bad. The Danqing in Li Daoyuan's book is very good..."

Huo Qijun propped up a hand on her side, propped up his head, and asked her with great interest: "when were you interested in Danqing?"

"Woo... I've always wanted to learn. Just now there's nothing..." she tilted her head and half closed her eyes.

Huo Qijun immediately shamelessly recommended himself: "I can teach you."

Shen Qingru reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at him. He wanted to see how thick the man was. Shen qingrufu closed his eyes and said lazily, "I'm stupid and slow

Just study slowly and don't bother you, general. "

Huo Qijun stroked her slender waist with his big palm, stuck it to her ear and said with a smile: "Don't think you're a martial artist who only knows how to fight and kill. I've studied painting for several years under the Master Wu of Ming Dynasty. At the beginning, Lord Wu praised that I had great intelligence in writing and would be successful in time. But I was impatient to learn this. I just learned some fur and gave it up early."

"Yes, yes, general Huo is talented and has a wonderful pen... However, it's a waste of talents to fight in the frontier fortress. You should be allowed to draw in the Hanyuan Hall of the Daming Palace..." Shen Qingru also came to the spirit and looked at him with a smile

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Huo Qijun saw that she looked simple and charming, with a smile in her eyebrows and eyes. She couldn't help but her bones were soft, but she refused to admit defeat: "when I boast? How many of my calligraphy and paintings are still in the study. I'll take them for you now."

"OK, I'm looking forward to seeing the style of master Huo, the master of calligraphy and painting." Shen Qingru was also interested. The slender jade palm pushed his shoulder and urged him with a smile.

Huo Qijun couldn't stand the fierce general. He jumped down from the bed in high spirits, picked up two shoes and left the door to the study without wearing a coat. Shen Qingru spread her hair on the pillow of the bed, held her cheek in her hand, and watched him leave in a hurry with a smile. When he went out, Shen Qingru turned over and lay on the pillow. Thinking of the conversation between the two just now, she felt more and more funny and couldn't help laughing His head shrank in the quilt and laughed secretly.

Huo Qijun quickly took the painting back, but he didn't take one, but a pile.

He neatly put all the paintings in his hand on the ground, turned back and explained to Shen Qingru: "there are too many calligraphy and paintings in the study. I can't tell which one I painted for a time, so I took it all and looked for it slowly."

He really bent down and carefully picked up the picture scrolls. Shen Qingru lay on the bed, looked at him with a smile, and picked up the picture scroll closest to her.

On the scroll is a picture of a man and a woman walking slowly in the snow. The scroll is nothing special, but the line of small characters at the bottom of the scroll makes her stunned.

Renxuchun and Jiayan are in the frontier fortress, on the son.

The maiden name of Xu, her mother who died early, is called Jiayan.

Shen Qing looked at the woman in the painting with the following consciousness. Most of the woman's face was hidden in the thick hood, revealing only a small face. The woman's facial features were outlined in great detail by the painter. Shen Qingru stared for a long time, vaguely feeling that the appearance of the person in the painting seemed familiar.

Kind of... Like herself.

Xu died in childbirth when she gave birth to Shen Qingru. Therefore, she has never seen her biological mother or heard about her mother from other people. Xu's image has always been a vague shadow in her heart. Now, some things make her feel a little strange. She has never seen her mother's portrait of Xu since she was young. Even Shen Xinzhi doesn't like it anymore It's impossible for the whole family to leave a portrait of this hairy wife. It's like someone deliberately destroyed all the portraits of Xu and wanted to completely erase her traces from the world.

She once heard that Xu's mother's family lived in the frontier fortress for a long time, and her mother grew up in the frontier fortress when she was young. It is not impossible if the person in the picture is her mother.

However, no matter how harmonious the painting scene is, the woman in the painting has a sad face and a gloomy appearance.

Shen Qingru gently rubbed the word "Jiayan" at the signature for a long time, and turned to look at the word.

Who's on this one?

Huo Qijun suddenly said excitedly, "I've found it!"

He turned around, holding a picture scroll in his hand and waved to her with high interest. Shen Qingru hesitated and smiled.

Shen Qingru smiled and praised the painting. Huo Qijun smiled more and more proud and generously expressed that he would give the painting to her for her to enjoy every day and cultivate her feelings.

She rolled up the strange painting again, put it with Huo Qijun's painting, smiled and said to him, "husband, I like this painting very much. Can you give it to me?"