But people are not made of iron. The longing and worry that had consumed her heart and lungs for many days completely relaxed at the moment when she knew that he was back safely. The excitement and excitement gradually made her body and mind enter a state of fatigue, and she waited with joy.
, she still fell asleep.
She didn't know how long she had slept, but while she was half asleep and half awake, she felt someone tucking her into bed. In her dream, she subconsciously reached out and held the person's arm, and heard someone whisper in her ear: "Miss..."
She woke up from her sleep, squinted her eyes, licked her dry lips, and asked, "When is it?"
Xiaomei replied softly: "It's noon."
"Has my husband-in-law ever come back?"
"No."
Gong Yueyue saw that the lunch box on the table was still on the place where she had placed it yesterday, and she felt a little sad. But in just a moment, she was illuminated by her own optimism: "Maybe when he comes back, you
Just not here."
"It's possible."
Mao stretched herself out and stretched out a lot before she lifted the quilt and plunged into the cold winter air. "Xiaomei, help me comb my hair. Make it look nice."
"okay."
Xiaomei tied up half of Gong Yueyue's hair and left the other half hanging on her thin shoulders. This elegant and simple hairstyle best made Gong Yueyue look delicate and generous.
Seeing that her master had finished her hair and started picking out clothes from the cupboard, Xiaomei asked doubtfully: "Miss, are you going out?"
"right."
"Where are you going?"
"Army camp."
"Ah?" Xiaomei was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped.
Gong Yueyue looked at her and felt a little funny: "Why are you having such a big reaction?"
"Let's not go to a place like that." The last time she went back to the military camp to find her uncle, it was because the young lady suddenly fell into a coma. It was really a last resort. In her consciousness since she was a child, a place like the military camp was really not for girls.
You can enter the house at will. No matter how urgent it is, neither Yang Guodong's wife nor Zhao Xiong's wife will enter the camp in person.
Gong Yueyue smiled and put on an autumn-colored brocade dress: "I can go by myself, you don't have to accompany me."
Xiaomei stared in disbelief and followed her and said: "This is not a question of whether to accompany you or not. There is no last resort in that kind of place. How can we women just go in?"
"I've been in there before, isn't it okay?" Gong Yueyue could accept all other reasons, except that "as a woman" she can't do this or that. She subconsciously resists this kind of rhetoric. I think she is 1
Century, was also a little woman. She had served as a special police officer, received paramilitary training, and got into fights with soldiers. These were all very common things. In ancient times, even if we had to keep in mind the principle that men and women should not be intimate in everything, but for women
All kinds of restrictions and discrimination made Shi Zhao feel depressed.
Xiaomei asked her: "What general is helping you? How do you want to get in now?"
She said plausibly: "I asked dad to help me."
Xiaomei immediately laughed: "Do you think the master might pay attention to you?"
She thought about it and felt that it was really not feasible. "Then I'll find He Yong."
"I heard that he led troops to fight this morning..." Xiaomei was a little proud at the moment, and it was rare for her to have the upper hand in words.
"Then... should I go find Mr. Bad Young Master?" Gong Yueyue said this impatiently, and suddenly realized: "Ah, I am Zhao Changyuan's wife, why should I go to find someone else? I will go to him. He can still
Don’t see me?”
Xiaomei was defeated again and had no choice but to cooperate: "Then I'd better go with you."
The little guard also responded unceremoniously: "I don't care who it is, but the marshal has indeed issued a ban. He will not see anyone today. No matter if it is my mother or my wife!"
"Hey you..." Xiaomei's face turned red with anger from his long phone call. She rolled up her sleeves and was about to continue her argument.
But Gong Yueyue pulled her back: "Forget it, let's go." Meeting an ancient version of "Xu Sanduo" here, she, Officer Gong, could only recognize those who are current affairs as heroes.
Even though she ate turtle at the gate, Gong Yueyue did not give up. She walked around the alley near the military camp irritably, thinking that she could meet an acquaintance who could at least send her a message inside.
But none of the figures she was familiar with in the past could appear in front of her as she wished.
Just when she was extremely disappointed and ready to go home, Huangtian finally paid off and sent her a young man who looked kind-hearted.
The young man was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was slowly approaching with a push truck. Gong Yueyue immediately searched the information about this man in his mind. He was Zhao Changyuan's personal bodyguard in the army - Xiaopao Zi.
She immediately realized that the opportunity had come, and hid in the alley and kept making noises toward the robe: "Hey, hey! Hiss!"
Gongzi followed the voice and recognized her at a glance: "Madam!" He said and walked towards her.
"What's in that?" she asked him, pointing to the cart.
"Oh, this is the best horse grass specially prepared for the marshal's horse."
Gong Yueyue suddenly remembered that a few days ago, the emperor specially rewarded Zhao Changyuan with a arrogant and cool sweaty horse. The horse was a few laps taller than the average horse. If a smaller man rode on it, he would be able to ride on it.
Looking from the front, you can hardly see the driver. What's more special is that the hair and mane all over the body are dark, without any variegation. Only the eyes are blood red.
People like Zhao Xiong, He Yong, and Yang Jinyi were so envious that they went crazy. Even Gong Yueyue, a person who doesn't know anything about horses, kept praising: "Wow, this is so cool, it's like the Maserati of horses!"
Fang Zhiwen felt that this was not a horse, but a monster. After his neighbor's local dog went crazy, he had such a pair of blood-red eyes. In short, no matter what others said, he didn't dare to take a step closer.
.This horse also has a personality. As long as someone approaches, he will immediately put down his hooves to scare... Regardless of Yang Jinyi or He Yong, they all avoided it in the end. It is really scary to think about a huge creature with blood-red eyes standing up in front of people.
This deadlock lasted until last night when its real owner, Zhao Changyuan, came to it...
Most people use either whips or sugar to tame animals, but Zhao Changyuan had no choice between these two tools. He just walked up to it calmly, without hesitating even half a step, even when it neighed and raised its front hooves towards him.
There was no fear at all. Before the onlookers could see clearly, he decisively reached out and grabbed the reins, and jumped onto the horse's back.
He used his method to tell the people present that a real strong man is more than just possessing powerful force and abundant financial resources. To conquer an opponent, sometimes all it takes is a little courage and courage, it's that simple.
But Zhao Changyuan never expected that in terms of courage and courage, his wife was even worse than him. In order to see him, he had to put himself into a pile of horse hay and treat him as a
The feed was delivered to the gate of the military camp.
The robe pushed her to a deserted corner, and when he helped her out of the horse grass, she had become a scarecrow. Not to mention being covered in grass foam from head to toe, not to mention the stench all over her body.
"Ah, bah." She spat out the grass clippings she accidentally held in her mouth, and muttered, "What has this car been loaded with? Why does it stink so much?"
In addition to transporting horse hay, this cart also transported live pigs. Would Pao Bao tell her? Of course not! "Madam, please don't tell me that I brought you in."
"I know, thank you." Even though she was in a miserable state now, she was still very grateful to the robe. After all, victory was right in front of her and the male god was nearby. "Hey, where is he now?"
The robe pointed out: "It's that house with white walls and black tiles, and a gold plaque on it. Do you see it?"
She smiled with satisfaction and whispered: "OK, I saw it, go and do your work."
Tiptoeing her way to the house, Gong Yueyue let out a long sigh, pushed open the ajar door and slipped in. This house should have been a place for officers to have meals and rest in the army. It has long since passed.
It was lunch time, so there was no one in the entire corridor.
Holding up her skirt, she walked quietly to the end. There was only one door with a dim light on. She silently muttered in her heart: "It's broad daylight, what door should I close?"
As he spoke, his right hand subconsciously reached the door, and actually easily pushed it open a gap.
"See no evil!" This was the first thought that flashed into her mind. It was rude enough to show up uninvited, but what about the disgraceful act of peeping? She took a step back and planned to leave.
, her eyes rolled, and when her eyes passed by the crack of the door, her whole body froze as if she had been struck by lightning. For a moment, she felt that her breathing and heartbeat had paused.
A man's sweaty back appeared in her limited field of vision. He was sitting on a chair with his upper body naked. His broad shoulders were rising and falling due to his unsteady breathing. She didn't see whether he was wearing any lower body. But it shocked her.
It was not because she saw a naked man for no reason, but because every scar on his naked back, and even every line outlined by the bones and muscles, were so familiar to her that she could no longer be familiar with them. She had spent countless nights lying on the bed
On this back, there are sweet words of love with his master...
However, none of these were enough to make her so soulless. What really knocked her soul away was that in the picture in her eyes, there was a strange woman opposite her husband-in-law.
This woman seemed to her to be in her twenties, and her appearance and dress were quite exotic. She was sitting in front of Zhao Changyuan at a distance that Gong Yueyue did not want to imagine, holding a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other.
, feeding the contents of the bowl into his mouth again and again. Her expression was gentle, and even her eyes were smiling.
What woke Gong Yueyue out of shock was the unbearable stench on her body. The scene in front of her was still going on. She couldn't see Zhao Changyuan's expression at this moment, but she could live with her for nearly thirty years.
From experience spanning a thousand years, it can be seen that the expression of that woman at this moment is just like the expression of Xiao Longnu facing Yang Guo in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" she watched when she was a child, or the expression of Fairy Zixia facing Sun Wukong in "Journey to the West"