It happened that the guards brought the horse from the stable, Qin Wuyan got on the horse, flicked the whip, and rushed out.
The guards behind quickly caught up and rushed towards the direction of the priest's mansion together.
Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't know how long she had stood at the window, but she only knew that the fireworks had burned out, and the gorgeous night sky had returned to darkness. Her neck was a little sore. When she wanted to close the window, she realized that her limbs were frozen It was cold, his body was out of his control, and he was about to go stiff.
She rubbed her palms, moved her joints, and then slowly regained consciousness. She raised her hand to close the window, sat back on the dressing table, pulled out the luminous beads on her head, wiped off the delicate makeup on her face, and took off He took off his clothes and lay back on the bed.
She closed her eyes, but couldn't fall asleep anyway. Zhuang Xiaoyu opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling, feeling dry and uncomfortable. For some reason, the emotion that was so hard to be filled with gratitude suddenly burst like a beautiful bubble Yes, my heart is empty.
If something happened, it would be good to send someone to tell her in advance, but I didn't even expect a message.
Since he regards keeping the year so important, he just broke his promise.
It's so late, is there anyone in the Min Mansion, or something big has happened that can hold back Qin Wuyan's footsteps?
Zhuang Xiaoyu lay motionless, wanting to ask Zhuang Qingyun, but afraid that the other party would laugh at her.
It's obviously your husband, but as a wife, you don't even know your husband's itinerary, and you have to ask other people, or those people will think that she is small-minded, occupying the position of the main wife, and wants a man to be careful all the time. Can't you?
She thought again, when Qin Wuyan came back, she would definitely have a fight with him, asking him why he treated her like this, why he didn't trust her on such an important day?
But on second thought, what's the point and significance of doing this?
If she married someone else, she didn't care if that person had to accept three thousand beauties, but she was married to Qin Wuyan, and she felt uncomfortable if he talked to other women a few more words.
At the beginning, on the mountainside of Qingyu Temple, the two monks, one fat and one thin, were right. Qin Wuyan was destined to be brilliant and powerful...
It is also destined to be inconsistent with her, and there will be no happy marriage.
How about that!
The arrogant Miss Zhuangjia in the past, the Miss Zhuangjia who enjoyed all kinds of pampering for granted in the past, never imagined that when the power of the Zhuangjia fell to the side and her father and brother were murdered, she would be reduced to such a humble situation.
Even when facing her husband, she no longer had the confidence she had at the beginning, but learned to be patient and cautious.
The horse's hooves neighed, Qin Wuyan chased back all the way, and he rode the horse directly into Zhuang Xiaoyu's courtyard.
The entire priest's mansion was brightly lit, and the guards stood guard at the door in an orderly manner. There were beautiful octagonal glazed lanterns hanging under the eaves. Snowflakes were flying, and there was a faint pungent smell after fireworks in the air.
Qin Wuyan got off his horse, went straight to Zhuang Xiaoyu's bedroom, and broke in.
The lamp was burning in the room, and in the round dustpan on the table were randomly placed uncut and unsewn underwear, underwear, shoes and socks. The rags were messy, and the luminous pearl hairpins were placed on the dressing table casually, exuding a lustrous softness. of light.
Qin Wuyan arrived at the side of the bed in three steps at a time, opened the gauze curtain, and saw the person inside with eyes closed, as if asleep.
It's just... the thick eyelashes trembled faintly in the dim light.
Qin Wuyan's heart ached, and he raised his hand to caress her face: "Xiao Yu, I'm back."
Zhuang Xiaoyu's eyelashes trembled even more.