Qi Yun is always cold, but Ye Jiao is different and warm all the time.

The moment the lips touched the man's cheek, it was a little hot, which made Qi Yun feel inexplicably dry.

But Ye Jiao didn't really have something to look for him. Without waiting for Qi Yun's reaction, Ye Jiao seemed to have accomplished some task, held the stove in her arms and ran back again.

Come quickly, go quickly, like a gust of wind.

Although it was not the first time that Xiao Su had seen the two close, she was shown a face at this time.

Seeing that Qi Yun didn't say anything, and Xiao Su didn't poke it here, he ran away with a broom.

On the other hand, Qi Yun touched the warm place on his face and thought for a while before he realized it. He had taught her this.

The so-called little thing that husband and wife have to do when they are apart, Niao Niang always keeps his words in mind.

Qi Yun felt that his head was divided into two halves, half of which was self-dislike after making up words to deceive his wife, while the other was as sweet as being flooded with honey.

With the corners of his mouth cocked up, Qi Yun looked at the flower beds inside from the courtyard gate. He really liked a few of them, and he liked the vitality that they could bloom when the weather was cold.

But now times have changed, and what he likes is still fresh, but he is no longer the sick man who can only look at the flowers and plants.

What if it's so colorful? For the sake of Jiao Niang, it's worth everything.

And Ye Jiao in the yard sincerely said to Dong: "getting married is good. At least there are so many things to write down. It takes not only brains but also mouths."

Dong's face was inexplicable, but fortunately, the two people soon started talking about medicinal herbs again, and the atmosphere became warm.

That night, it snowed for the first time this year, and it was officially winter.

As the weather grew colder, the charcoal pots in the house changed from one to two, and the curtains on the window curtains were changed into thicker cloth.

When Ye Jiao replanted the flowers, Dong often came to help her, and the two people became acquainted with each other.

Stone sprout grass is also very popular, as the only pampered in the flowerpot, it is held by Ye Jiao to bask in the sun the most every day, those florets have always been undefeated, have not withered, so that Dong is also surprised.

Qi Yun was much busier than before. in addition to thinking about the wine shop with the manager of Song, he often went to Qi Fu and talked about it all day.

Ye Jiao was also used to pulling Qi Yun's hand to sleep at night. She used to be afraid of making it up for him, but now she has to make it up at night because she spends much less time in the same place during the day.

Qi Yun did not refuse to do so, and even enjoyed it.

When the second snow stopped in winter, Qi Yun finally relaxed.

At dinner, Qi Yun told Ye Jiao, "the wine shop will open in the town in two days."

That's what he said to Qi Fu recently.

The three Qi brothers each had their own things to do. Qi Zhao took care of Zhuangzi, Qi Yun was in charge of the shop, and Qi Ming was bent on reading.

It is a tradition for parents not to separate their families, but Qi Fu laid down the rules a long time ago. No matter how much the three brothers earn, they give the family a fixed number, except for this fixed number, all of them are their own.

At present, the only person who has no income is Qi Ming, but Qi Ming studies well and has a bright future, and his family is willing to provide for him.

Qi Yun proposed to open a new shop in the town this time. Qi Fu nodded, and the manager of the Song Dynasty ordered the shop he had targeted early.

Ye Jiao also heard about this, put down the spoon and said with a smile, "Chunlan told me, and she asked me to watch the hustle and bustle."

Qi Yun remembered that Chunlan was Dong. He gave Ye Jiao a piece of magnolia with chopsticks and slightly warped the corners of his mouth. "it seems that you two can talk to each other."

Ye Jiao nodded. Dong was cheerful and generous, and she had attainments in medicine. Ye Jiao also wanted to know something from her. The two people got along well with each other and got along very well.

Her husband is no longer as angry as he used to be, but relying on her to make up the body is always slow. If she gets sick in the future, she still needs medical medicine. Ye Jiao now wants to take precautions.

Thinking about something in her head, Ye Jiao carelessly put the magnolia piece into her mouth.

Ye Jiao's eyes widened with this bite.

It's delicious.

Qi Yun gave her another chopstick and said slowly, "these are new winter bamboo shoots, sliced and baked with honey. it's a seasonal dish now. Do you like it?"

Ye Jiao nodded again and again, but could not speak. Her mouth was so bulging that she looked like a hamster.

When she swallowed what was in her mouth, Ye Jiao said with sincere emotion, "you know so much, Xiang Gong."

Qi Yun smiled faintly, and he could easily accept Ye Jiao's praise.

He gave her another chopstick, and the man said in his mouth, "it's cold outside, so I won't go when the shop opens, but it was a lively day, and I'm afraid there were a lot of people. Dong Shi invited you just to let her go shopping with you. Just tell your mother tomorrow."

As a matter of fact, Ye Jiao is not a lively temper, whether to go or not.

But before he spoke, he heard Qi Yun say, "I haven't been to the drugstore for a long time, so you happen to take a look around for me."

Drugstore?

We should go and have a look. According to Dong, Ye Jiao hasn't seen the real thing yet.

If she refused, she turned around and swallowed it back, and Ye Jiao happily agreed.

Today, had a good meal and slept soundly at night. The next day, Ye Jiao went to Liu's yard early in the morning.

Liu was getting older and felt less at night. Ye Jiao had already recited the sutra when she came.

After listening to the intention of the second daughter-in-law, Liu nodded and Wen Sheng said, "you married yourself and came to my house." except for the time you went back to the door, you haven't seen how you've been out of the house. It's good to go out and have a look now. I've seen Dong's daughter, too. She's a crisp one. I can rest assured that I'll wear thicker clothes when I go out. All the rouge and mouth paste I gave you should be used, dressed up, and don't be too plain. "

Ye Jiao answered, accompanied Liu to say something, and then left.

But she did not go out immediately, but went back to the yard, sat in front of the bronze mirror, holding her chin and began to think, how to dress up?

Little ginseng has been a person for a month, and there is no shortage of food and drink, and she can tell which clothes to wear when and when to wear, what to wear inside and what to wear outside.

But her face was never made up, and her face was plain every day.

She is very long, her facial features are beautiful, and her skin is still white no matter how suntanned, which is a natural foundation. In addition, the little ginseng is full of blood and blood, and her face is as white as snow and lips if she is greased, even a plain face is good-looking.

It's just that Liu said to let her dress up, but Ye Jiao made it difficult.

The little ginseng stared at the shadowy figure in the bronze mirror for a long time and began to reach out and tumble in the drawer of the dresser.

Because when she got married, she didn't wear anything except the gold bracelet on her wrist. Most of the things here were bought by Liu, and Ye Jiao didn't look at them carefully because she didn't use them very often.

Now she took all the bottles and cans out of the drawer, picked up one of the celadon rouge boxes, opened them, and sneezed before she could see what was inside.

Fortunately, the little ginseng remembered to cover the box and put it down before sneezing, so it didn't spill.

After rubbing the tip of her nose, Ye Jiao picked up the box again.

The garnet rouge inside, with a strong scent of flowers, smells good for a long time.

Ye Jiao did not know how to use it, but recalled in her head several people she knew, Liu, Fang, and Dong. They all used some pink dai rouge. Ye Jiao touched some with her fingers according to her memory. She winked at the blurred figure in the bronze mirror and erased it on her face.

The figure in the bronze mirror can not see very clearly, there can only be a general outline, the color is not clear enough, and the little ginseng does not know where it is light and where it is light.

At the back, she seemed to find something interesting. She dropped the box and went to get the wooden cloak. Feeling that the color inside was more gorgeous, she picked it out with her fingers and patted it on her face.

When Qi Yun returned to the house after reading the ledger for a while, he smelled a strong aroma as soon as he opened the door.

It is not the sweet smell that her wife always carries, nor is it the herbal smell that Qi Yun inevitably gets, but a relatively strong aroma.

It is like the scent of flowers, but you can't tell what it is.

Qi Yun thought Ye Jiao had moved the flowers in again, so she closed the door and went to the inner room.

Seeing Ye Jiao's back, Qi Yun took off his robe and hung it on the shelf and said, "Niang Niang, there are pigeons simmering in the kitchenette, you …"

The sound stopped abruptly at the moment the woman turned around.

Ye Jiao, who had never eaten pigeon soup, blinked and was about to speak when she was suddenly held in her arms by Qi Yun.

Then I heard Qi Yun's eager voice: "Niang Niang, are you smoked by charcoal, or are you scalded by water?" Does it hurt? "

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