Duanfeng felt disgusted.

The little girl in his family is becoming more and more independent and hard-working.

When I was sleeping in the open, I didn't even want to sleep on the gourd bed.

Duanfeng was willing to sleep with her in his arms, but the little girl couldn't sleep soundly and rolled around in his arms.

Who can stand it...

There was a campfire at night, and the little girl could keep her face cold for a while without looking at him, and the flames were about to cry by her.

If you go to the front and buy food for her, you will definitely not eat it.

Even if he secretly rubbed his hands to shield her from some of the wind and rain on the road, the little girl would throw him a pair of white eyes.

When they met again, the little girl did not expect the changes, which made the gods scratch their heads.

Fortunately, they have slowly approached Liujiao City, the population is gradually increasing, there are inns for three meals and accommodation, and they are barely living a normal life. Duanfeng doesn't have to worry too much about the little girl's food and lodging.

That night, Qinghu woke up from a dream.

She found herself sleeping in a gourd bed with a thick plank across it, and the white-clothed guard was sitting on it staring at her.

The eyes are very resentful.

Obviously wrapped in a small blanket and sleeping against the stump, although the gourd bed was soft, warm and comfortable, Qinghu still glared back with resentful eyes.

God knows how many nights she'd spent sleeping on this pesky gourd bed.

"Madame has a problem with me?" The sound of the wind was faint, and the reddish ears that passed through the clear lake swept into the distance in the wind.

Qinghu sat up, looked up at Duanfeng's good face, and nodded: "I have an opinion." ”

Duanfeng stared at the little girl for a moment, then suddenly reached out and pressed Qinghu back, stuffed her little hand back into the brocade quilt, pushed away the wooden board in the middle, and fell into the gourd bed.

Duanfeng lay down sideways, supported his head on the pillow with one hand, lightly touched the tip of Qinghu's slightly upturned nose with his fingers, and said with a smile: "You have an opinion, what do you have to do with me?" ”

Clear Lake...

Before the little girl could have a seizure, Duanfeng continued: "Could it be that just because you dislike this gourd bed, can I let my wife sleep on the wasteland with cold and cold?"

Why?

What do you have to do with me taking care of my wife? ”

Clear Lake...

She couldn't help but want to clap her hands, the guards were really...

Good ideas, good logic.

Duanfeng hugged his little girl through the quilt, patted the brocade quilt again, and said, "Madame's opinion, you can refer to it." But considering that the lady is still young and ignorant, she will take more care for her husband. ”

His handsome face leaned over, his warm breath stroked Qinghu's face, and said softly: "Now, please tell me, what is your opinion on being a husband?" ”

When Duanfeng's voice fell, the gourd bed gently floated off the ground.

In the dark night, there was only a glimmer of campfire, but suddenly it rained all over the sky, and the petals that fell like rain seemed to be scattered in the air with a little fluorescence, fluorescent crystal through, flowing with countless brilliance.

The gourd bed rises slowly in the face of the rain of flowers, as if wandering among the stars. The petals that fall into the gourd make a small sound of "zizi" and gently explode, dazzling like fireworks.

The flowers and rain fluoresce into the eyes of the clear lake. She sat up and reached out to find a piece, and the petals exploded in her hand, and the tiny fireworks hit her hand with a slight tingling.

Duanfeng caught the joy on her face, and the look that darkened in the blink of an eye was not fake.

What the hell happened to his little girl?

"Lord Guard."

"Huh?"

Qinghu turned her face away, and a rain of flowers swept through her eyes, and she said softly: "Lord Guard, like fireworks? ”