As soon as Jiangmen Jiaojiao opened her eyes, she was paranoid that the prince had come to steal her

Xie Changyu sent the young general named Ding to help Qiu Huixian get something.

Her personal maid, Cui'er, stayed at the house. After General Xiao Ding explained the situation, Cui'er helped clean up the things, and then General Xiao Ding brought them over.

In this way, some clothes, hairpin rings, etc. are prepared.

It was enough for Priscilla Qiu to change her clothes in the camp.

However, the military tent where Xie Changyu lived was naturally not as comfortable as the bedroom in Changfeng Garden. The bed he slept on was also a low military couch. Even if an extra layer of mattress was spread on it, it would be hard to sit down on.

I don’t know how long it will take for him to come back?
The two got close to each other twice during the day. Although he restrained himself, Qiu Priscilla could feel that he was a little lustful.

The two have been married for a long time, and she has gotten to know him a little bit.

If you have lustful thoughts, sooner or later you have to relieve yourself.

So tonight...will...

But he was injured...

Qiu Huixian stared at the bed for a moment and looked away.

In order to stop her random thoughts, she got up and went to Xie Changyu's desk and took a book to read.

Ever since Xie Changyu said that she didn't need to see anyone outside, and that she could go in and out of her study at will and touch everything in it, Qiu Huixian no longer had too many restrictions.

Be casual.

She brought the book back, took off her shoes and got on the bed, put a quilt behind her, and read while leaning over.

As soon as she opened the book, Qiu Huixian's expression suddenly became very strange.

She looked at the cover again, then looked at the contents of the book, and slowly frowned.

The book is still a military book, and there are also annotations in it.

Qiu Huixian stared at the annotations for a moment, unintentionally reading the content of the book itself, and just quickly flipped through the annotations of the entire book.

There are not many annotations, but the handwriting is very neat.

It's a far cry from the dog-like handwriting in the study at home.

Qiu Huixian was extremely suspicious.

She put down the book and picked up the other ones to look through. As long as there were annotations, they were all very neat and had the charm of Liu Zheng, the great calligrapher of the previous dynasty.

But it is more powerful than Liu Ti.

This is a book that Xie Changyu will read at any time, and it is very likely that Xie Changyu will annotate it himself.

What about those ugly fonts in the study room at home?

There are several letters and military reports on the table. I believe there must be approval in the reports.

Qiu Huixian hesitated whether to open it and look at the handwriting.

At this time, the voice of the soldiers calling "Your Majesty" came from outside the tent.

When Qiu Huixian looked up, Xie Changyu opened the curtain and walked in.

Before he went about the camp he put on his armor.

The Mingguang armor made a dull clicking sound as he walked around. After entering the tent, he took off his sword and placed it on the sword stand.

Qiu Huixian kept staring at Xie Changyu with extremely complicated eyes.

Such a strange expression naturally attracted Xie Changyu's attention.

He walked to the table: "What's wrong?"

"..." Qiu Huixian took a deep breath, opened a book, and pointed to the annotation above: "This."

Xie Changyu lowered his head and glanced, "What's wrong with this? Do you think my annotation is inappropriate?"

Qiu Huixian's mind buzzed, "Is that your comment?"

"how?"

Xie Changyu looked at Qiu Huixian's shocked expression and said with certainty: "It seems that you don't believe it. I marked this."

Qiu Huixian pursed her lips and stared at him, "The handwriting on the books in my husband's study is different from this one."

Xie Changyu's eyes moved and he understood something, and his usually cold and rigid face also showed a bit of smile: "So you can't believe it after reading those words."

As he spoke, he picked up the Jin Chan paperweight and stretched it, spreading the paper on the table.

Then he picked up the pen, dipped it in the remaining ink in the inkstone, and wrote his name backwards with a swipe of brush. The handwriting was flowing and flowing, penetrating through the back of the paper, and it was worthy of a silver hook on an iron painting.

Qiu Huixian stared at him, shocked.

Xie Changyu did not put down his pen.

He turned around and walked behind Priscilla Qiu, handing the brush to Priscilla Qiu, who was still in shock.

Qiu Huixian subconsciously held the penholder.

Xie Changyu held Qiu Huixian's slender hand with his big hand, and wrote the words Qiu Huixian next to where he had previously written his name upside down.

That is another softer and graceful font.

Just like the name Qiu Priscilla, this person has a gentle temperament.

Qiu Huixian stared at the two names side by side, not knowing how to react.

There was hot air in Qiu Huixian's ears, and Xie Changyu whispered: "Madam, my family has a long history, what do you think of this word?"

"..."

Qiu Huixian bit her lip, stared at Xie Changyu from the side, and said with difficulty: "Then those in the study-"

"I wrote it when I was young. I was ridiculed a lot because of my handwriting. Later I vowed to write good handwriting."

"Over the years, I have been practicing whenever I have free time, and I have also collected many famous copybooks and unique copies... Madam, do you think the copybooks in my study are just pretentious?"

"Am I supposed to be a reckless person who writes ugly words?"

Qiu Huixian: "..."

She was born immersed in the fragrance of books.

She knew something about the Xie family and a little bit about Xie Changyu's life. After that, the first time she saw Xie Changyu, she subconsciously classified him as a rough person.

Later, some daily life habits deepened her impression of Xie Changyu's positioning.

So when she saw those ugly words, she immediately thought they were written by Xie Changyu.

Now it seems that I am too self-righteous and too hasty.

Qiu Huixian was embarrassed and said weakly: "I, I didn't think that."

But this explanation is really weak.

Her previous shock was too obvious.

But Xie Changyu is not someone who cares about such trivial matters.

He held Priscilla Qiu's hand and put down the pen, "It's very late, it's time to rest."

Qiu Huixian said quickly: "Okay!"

She took a deep breath and followed Xie Changyu over to help him remove his armor and change his clothes.

Xie Changyu sat beside the couch and glanced at her.

Qiu Huixian also stepped forward, took off her shoes and went to the inside of the bed.

When Xie Changyu lay down, Qiu Huixian supported his arm and said, "Be careful of the wound."

Xie Changyu looked at her for a while and said "hmm" in a low voice.

There was a candle burning on the candlestick in front of the bed. Xie Changyu flicked it out, and the tent was instantly dark.

Qiu Huixian felt a little uncomfortable.

In the past, at home, even if the lights were turned off at night, at least one candle would be left on the candlestick in front of the bed, leaving some dim light.

Apart from being in prison, this was the first time she had been in such a dark situation since she was a child.

There was still wind blowing outside, and from time to time there was the sound of horses neighing, and unknown birds occasionally called.

Qiu Huixian frowned slightly and pressed her body against her husband's side. She recalled that his arm was injured and her movement got stuck midway through the body painting, so she fell back to sleep.

Xie Changyu suddenly wrapped his arms around her and rushed towards him with his wife.

Qiu Huixian was slightly shocked.

I knew he was going to be unruly.

It's just that this environment is really nerve-wracking, and he was also injured!
"Husband, you -" Qiu Huixian whispered: "Wait until your injury gets better..." (End of Chapter)