Wei Shao was wearing a white single dress, his collar was slightly open, his right lapel was loose to his waist, and he had no straps, and he came out of the bathroom. The servants who had served him in the bathing work in the west room quickly finished packing up and bowed out. Chunniang looked at Xiao Qiao, then retreated, and gently brought the door.

Two of him were left in the room.

All his things had just been put back to their original position. There was a flat mahogany box that was buckled with a hidden lock. It was originally placed on the top layer of the shelf, but now it was placed back as it was.

Wei Shao had already got on the couch, but suddenly he seemed to remember something. He turned over and walked straight to the shelf against the wall, took down the box, turned his back to Xiao Qiao, as if he had fiddled with the hidden lock, and suddenly turned around and asked, "Have you opened this box?"

Xiao Qiao immediately shook her head: "I have never touched all your equipment in this room. When the servant cleaned up at first, he only put the things together as I told him. How dare he open them without authorization?"

Wei Shao put the lid back on the cover and turned around and said, "Don't move my things at will." His voice was cold.

Xiao Qiao nodded: "I know it too, no matter what you said. Today was indeed a moment when I was neglected. I will not move again in the future."

Wei Shao looked unquestionable and walked back to the bed and lay down.

Xiao Qiao was still standing in front of the bed. Seeing him getting on the bed and closing his eyes as if he was preparing to go to bed, he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

As soon as Wei Shao returned to the Wei family, he actually lived with him in the same room as he was abnormal, which really surprised her. Naturally, she would not think that he suddenly felt compassionate about his face, and it was even more impossible to have any thoughts about him. Although the reason was a bit confusing to her, she guessed that it should be related to the meeting with his mother, Mrs. Zhu, in the evening.

These can be studied slowly in the future, and the problem is now.

Where should she sleep at this moment?

She speculated that this man should not want to sleep with him.

As for her, the two of them had sex with each other and even if they did nothing, they actually felt a little uncomfortable...

"What are you doing while standing?"

Wei Shao suddenly said.

Xiao Qiao was stunned and looked at him.

His eyes were still closed.

His meaning is already very obvious.

Xiao Qiao climbed onto the bed and gently. She lay down slowly, carefully trying not to touch him.

He didn't say anything more, his eyes were closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

After a while, Xiao Qiao's body, which was originally a little tense, slowly began to relax. At this moment, Wei Shao suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and got out of bed, grabbed his long sword on the table, and walked quickly towards the door.

Xiao Qiao was slightly surprised. He didn't know what he was going to do. He sat up halfway with his shoulders on his arms. Before he could recover, he saw him pulling the door open, the sword was unsheathed, and the tip of the sword was facing the servant who was leaning against the crack of the door outside the door, who was eavesdropping with all his might.

The servant lady's surname is Wang, and the maid called her Wang Ma, was the one who was responsible for serving the soup in the west room.

Wang Ma was pressing her ears against the door, and she was trying hard to hear. She suddenly realized that something was wrong. She was about to slip away, but the door suddenly opened. She shook her eyes and pointed to the tip of her nose with a flash. She looked up and saw a figure covering her. Wei Shao appeared inside the door, her clothes were half open, but her eyes were staring at him with a gloomy look, she shivered, her legs were weak, and she knelt down and kept kowtowing to beg for mercy.

"Male Lord, please spare me! Male Lord, please spare me! Maid is helpless... The lady gave the order, but the maid dared not refuse to obey..."

Wei Shao narrowed his eyes and gave in to the side.

"Do you see clearly if you open your dog's eyes?"

The princess Wang didn't dare to look at it, so she kept kowtowing and begging.

"I told you to see, just watch!"

Wang Ma was trembling and finally raised her head barely and glanced inside quickly.

The lights in the room were dim, the snails were warm and green. Through the hanging curtains, a hazy figure could be seen half-sitting on the bed. Xiao Qiao's long hair was hanging down, and her figure was very beautiful and attractive.

The princess didn't dare to look at it anymore and closed her eyes.

"Can you see clearly?"

Wei Shao's gloomy voice sounded in his ears.

"Look... I've seen clearly..."

Wei Shao suddenly waved his sword, and amid Wang Ma's earth-shaking screams, one door frame was broken.

Wang Ma thought the sword was slashing at him, so she sat down on the ground, and finally found that he was fine. She slowly opened her eyes and the person had already trembled into a sieve.

"roll."

Wei Shao withdrew his sword and a word popped out of his mouth.

The princess got up and ran away stumbled.

Wei Shao "bang" closed the door that was already closed and walked back.

Xiao Qiao held his breath and looked at him. Seeing that his face was dark, he arrived at the bed, threw the sword on the desk, lifted the tent and lay back.

He quickly closed his eyes, and after a moment, the anger on his face seemed to gradually fade away, and his expression finally returned to calm.

The candlelight shone through the tent, covering the contour lines of his side face with a layer of almost soft light.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes again and met Xiao Qiao's gaze.

"Have you seen enough?"

He asked. His voice was very flat, a little cold, but there was a hint of fatigue between his eyebrows.

Xiao Qiao hurriedly closed her eyes.

The candlelight on the candlestick finally burned out and the light became dimmed.

The moonlight dipped in front of the window, and the curtain became hazy.

Wei Shao breathed evenly and fell asleep.

Xiao Qiao opened her eyes again, looked over the man by the pillow, and looked at the white moonlight in front of the window outside the tent.

The moonlight is very good tonight.

...

The same moonlight shines thousands of miles away in a small mountain village at the foot of Lingbi Mountain in Huainan.

It was late at night, and the mountain village under the moonlight that only scattered over a dozen families who made a living by woodcutting was quiet, and the villagers were already dreaming. The occasional chirping of night owls from afar added to the tranquility of this spring night.

At the end of the village, in the open space beside a gurgling mountain stream, Da Qiao and Bi Li's new home here are about to be completed.

They passed by here half a month ago. It was also fate. That day, they were going to continue to go south. On the road, they happened to encounter several thieves robbing the grain and salt that Wang and his grandson exchanged for fur from the county market. Bishe beat several thieves to the ground. The thieves fled everywhere. Old Man Wang was injured. His grandson was only teenager. His son was recruited by Xue Taiqiang, the governor of Xuzhou, to join the army a few years ago. He died a few months ago. Now there is no one else at home, only the grandson and grandson depend on each other. Bishe and Daqiao sent him home. Old Man Wang was grateful. During the chat, he heard that they were young couples. Because of the military disaster in his hometown, he could not live anymore, so he had no choice but to flee to the south. The old man felt deeply the pain of war and chaos, and invited him to settle down next to his home.

This small mountain village is hidden in the deep mountains and the surrounding mountains are beautiful. There are few outsiders coming in on weekdays, but it is a good place to live in seclusion. Da Qiao was moved and Bishui followed her, so he settled down, chose an address here, and started building a thatched cottage. Bishui cut down trees, Da Qiao learned to rub knots and ropes. The two worked together. After half a month, they finally built this house that could shelter the wind and rain from the two.

Bishu has been working since the morning light and has been working until now. He has laid the roof and only the last piece left is left.

Da Qiao sat on a stone in the simple courtyard surrounded by a fence, looking at the man who was still busy on the roof under the moonlight. Although he was also a little sore in his back, he was very happy.

Their house was almost built. Although it was just two thatched huts, she was already satisfied to shelter them from wind and rain.

With a house, they can get to rest and no longer have to drift around. When the days are stable, she wants to ask Bishe to build a chicken coop, raise a few chicks, and plant a vegetable field by herself...

"Are you tired? Let's do the rest tomorrow!"

Da Qiao felt sorry for him and shouted at him.

Bishu asked her to go to bed first and said that she would be fine soon.

Da Qiao refused and continued to wait for him.

Bizhu speeded up his movements and finally laid the last thatched roof, making sure that it would not leak, so he jumped down from the roof, with agile and neat posture.

He had been doing his work all day, and his body was covered in sweat. He put down the machete in his hand and wades down the mountain stream in front of the door.

The water surface exceeded his waistline. The moonlight shone on his muscular back, with a strong reflection, making him look more and more suitable for his ape-back waist. His back looked as solid as a mountain, full of steady power.

Bishe is really capable. He knows everything. He fights, opens the road, cuts trees, builds houses, and even cooks and washes.

The rice he cooked was much better than what she cooked.

This made Da Qiao feel a little ashamed. She decided that she must learn these things as soon as possible, so as not to let him eat half-baked rice with rice cooked with uncooked rice.

He was so lucky that he even ate it voraciously and praised her for making it delicious.

Through the fence, Da Qiao looked at his back in the stream, and his face suddenly became a little hot.

After taking the shower, Bishu came back, it was already late at night. The two of them went into the house to rest and sleep.

Until now, they still slept separately. Da Qiao slept on the bed in the inner room that the pig beat her a few days ago, and he slept on the grass shop in the outer room.

Da Qiao couldn't sleep a little.

There was a faint fragrance of thatch floating in the air. It seemed that something was wrong tonight's moonlight.

She could not help but think about the scene she saw just now standing in the stream with his naked body.

She felt that her face was still very hot, not only her face, but also her body seemed to be a little hot.

She held her breath and listened carefully to the sound outside.

He didn't seem to fall asleep either. He heard the slight rustling sound he made when he turned over on the grass bed.

Finally, she finally got out of bed, walked slowly to the door without a door in the dark, and said softly: "I'm a little cold."

...

Bishe did not fall asleep.

In fact, many nights, he couldn't sleep well with his eyes closed.
To be continued...