When Su Zimo came back, he was drenched all over, he looked at Mu Lingluo, who was holding the wooden box silly, his thin lips were faintly purple, and he pursed them tightly.

What good things can this peasant woman in the countryside give, he gave her such a valuable Qingluan and a little green hairpin, and he didn't see her happy like this.

Thinking of this, the already bad mood is getting worse and worse.

Mu Lingluo turned his eyes and saw that he was all wet, so he hurriedly stood up, "Why are you ......?"

But before she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered the reason, and couldn't help but feel a little weak, she rolled her eyes, lowered her head and said, "I'll go get dry clothes for you." As he spoke, he turned around and went to the closet to get him a change of clothes.

Who knows, although Su Zimo, who is usually cold and cold, but still very easy to get along with, did not respond this time, but instead passed her, took his own clothes, and went to the bed on the side to change by himself.

Just now, he specially brewed several basins of cold water, and only then did he suppress his impulse, and now he was very wet and cold.

When Mu Lingluo saw this, he only thought that he was angry, and he really didn't know what to do for a while.

Su Zimo changed his underwear and went back to bed, and after a lot of commotion, the ambiguous atmosphere in the room has already dissipated.

Mu Lingluo touched his nose, put away the wooden box properly, blew out the lamp, stripped off and went to bed.

In the dark, she also stepped on Su Zimo, and then she arrived safely in the bed.

For a long time, both of them were relatively speechless. Mu Lingluo also knew that he was at a loss, and couldn't help but poke his arm sideways, and Ai Ai said, "Ah Mo, are you angry?" ”

Su Zimo frowned, but it was not appropriate to see it in the dark, and after a long time, he heard his voice come in a low voice, "Sleep." ”

Mu Lingluo listened to his response, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and muttered; "Don't be angry with your sister, she didn't mean to. We will also become ...... in the future" The last sentence, she almost spit it out in her mouth.

I'm so ashamed to bring it up.

Su Zimo knew that she was a little uneasy in her heart, and sighed slightly, "Well, I know. Go to sleep! ”

Mu Lingluo said "um", and then lay down just right, ready to rest.

It's just that in the second half of the night, Mu Lingluo woke up with a stomachache, and she couldn't help but shrink her body, but the pain became more and more unbearable.

She moaned and moaned, and there was a sticky feeling between her legs, and she understood what was going on almost instantly.

This is the letter of the month.

This body has been menstrual since she was thirteen years old, but because of the malnutrition of the body, the time of coming is not accurate, and she has only been here once since she wore this body.

Unexpectedly, now it is here again. This body is a little cold, so every time I come, I die of pain.

Last time, she also specially asked Mu Chanjuan to boil her egg water with brown sugar, but drinking it had some effect. It's just that now it's midnight and three, and she can't bother people.

This palace cold can't be cured for a while, it can only be cured slowly, and the space stream is not a panacea.

She couldn't stay in bed anymore so as not to stain the sheets.

She clutched her stomach, slowly got up, gasped lowly, looked at Su Zimo, who was still sleeping in the dark, quietly climbed out of the bed, and poked her shoes under the bed.

After putting on her shoes, she went to the table, lit the oil lamp with a fire breaker, and went to the closet to look for the menstrual belt she had asked Mu Chanjuan to sew for her before.

The grass and wood ash is generally used in the menstrual belt, but the plant ash is not clean in the end, but it is all cotton, and Song Yan feels that it is too wasteful.

Song Yan also said that because cotton is bulky and absorbent as grass ash, the ladies of famous families in the capital also use plant ash.

Mu Lingluo also understands that modern sanitation uses compression technology, and there is also polymer water absorption, which can be small and good water absorption. With the current technology, there is no way to achieve it in ancient times.

So, she came up with a way to sew cotton on the top, and then pour in grass ash with two layers of cotton cloth on the bottom, so as to save trouble and money, and not look bulky.

In this way, the plant ash can also be poured out after use, and then cleaned, but the life span is generally not too long, because the disinfection technology at this time can only borrow sunlight.

Mu Lingluo found the menstrual belt, and just about to close the door, he felt dizzy, his stomach hurt more and more, his legs were weak, and he almost fell to the ground.

Thanks to a pair of big hands behind him, he stretched out in time and grabbed her waist, and asked in a low voice with a hint of worry, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Su Zimo's body is full of yang energy, and his whole body is warm, Mu Lingluo's hands and feet are cold at this time, leaning on his warm body, he can't help but sigh, "I, my stomach is uncomfortable." ”

"What's going on?" Su Zimo raised his hand to touch her stomach, "Did you eat it badly today?" The hot air passed through her clothes and into her abdomen, making her very comfortable.

Mu Lingluo saw him asking, his face turned red, and he said in a low voice: "It's okay, it's just a little bad." You—you go to sleep first! I'll just rest on my own. She tightened her menstrual belt and secretly hid it on her body.

This kind of private matter, where can she tell Su Zimo.

When Su Zimo saw that she was pale in pain and cold, she refused to leave, "What are you uncomfortable with?" Aren't you a doctor yourself? If not, I'll take you to the city to find a doctor. As he spoke, he raised his hand to carry her away.

"No, no. I don't know my own body yet, I'm ......" Mu Ling hurriedly refused, but her words were not finished, because she was in a hurry to catch Su Zimo, the menstrual belt in her hand was suddenly exposed in front of him.

"What is this?" Su Zimo looked at it strangely.

Mu Lingluo's face turned red, she didn't know what to do for a while, she was very embarrassed, but Su Zimo still wanted to come and get it, she gritted her teeth and said hurriedly: "This is for women's menstruation, you can't touch it!" ”

In ancient times, men thought that women's sunflower water was bad luck and was extremely reluctant to have anything to do with it.

Su Zimo didn't understand it at first, after all, he had never been in contact with a woman, but he suddenly remembered what his imperial brother accidentally mentioned in the past, and his cold and noble face suddenly rose a faint pink, he was at a loss, and hurriedly said: "I, how can I help you......"

At this moment, seeing Su Zimo's appearance, Mu Lingluo was not ashamed, she was like this anyway, and she broke the jar.

"I want plant ashes, you—can you burn some for me? My sister and they are all asleep, and I can't wake them up. The ashes of the plants and trees can only be used after they have cooled. Mu Lingluo smiled dryly and said in a low voice.

Su Zimo helped her to the table, although his face was red, his expression was very serious, "Well, you sit down and rest first, and I'll bring it in." With that, he lit another lamp and walked out briskly.

Of course, he did his wife's affairs himself, without the intervention of others.