The scene in front of her surprised Mrs. Du for a moment. Mingrou sat on the edge of the bed with only single clothes, and Du Zhong was lying on the bed and was about to get up. Seeing her, Mingrou hurriedly saluted and said, "Mother, Mingrou and the officials have just gone to bed to rest, so they didn't open the door in time, don't blame Niang." ”

Mrs. Du looked at this daughter-in-law, she was good-looking, and she was very satisfied.

"Zhong'er, why don't you get out of bed? What it looks like. "Mrs. Du is disgusted.

Ming Rou Lian said: "My mother doesn't know, Ming Rou thinks that the officials have traveled a long distance and worked hard all the way, so she urged the officials to rest early." ”

Mrs. Du covered her lips and smiled, she quipped: "Mingrou is sensible, and she knows that she is distressed when she gets married." The two maids behind him also laughed lowly.

Mingrou's pretty face was pink, and Mrs. Du said, "Okay, since Mingrou said so, Zhong'er, you don't have to get out of bed." My old woman will not bother you anymore. With a smile on her face, Mrs. Du led the maid out of the room.

"Mother, go slowly." The two said in unison.

Mingrou covered her eyes and shouted, "You quickly put on your clothes." ”

Du Zhong said: "Be quiet, you open the window to see if your mother is gone." ”

Ming Rou said: "Suspicious." She looked at the window, and in the corridor, Mrs. Du stopped around the corner, turned around and walked towards them again, Mingrou looked at it in surprise, and Mrs. Du stopped again, as if shaking her head, turned the corner and left.

Mingrou breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked at Du Zhong suspiciously, and Du Zhong shrugged, "As you said, I have a suspicious personality. As he spoke, he slowly took off his clothes.

"You! What are you undressing for? Mingrou screamed, "I let you get dressed, who let you take off your clothes?" ”

"The wound is festering and needs to be medicated." Du Zhong explained simply, with a hidden pain in his voice.

Mingrou stared, and really saw that he was tearing off the blood-colored gauze in a circle, and on his strong right chest, a deep wound with visible bones appeared in front of him bloodily.

Du Zhong threw the gauze on the ground and took out a medicine bottle from the dark cabinet at the head of the bed. The wound was bleeding profusely, and he sprinkled white powder. Sweat poured out from his forehead, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Looking at the terrible wound, the blood that kept flowing, a few drops still fell on the bed. Mingrou's heart trembled, but her eyes couldn't move away as if they were fixed, and she almost fainted.

Du Zhong suddenly looked at Mingrou and said, "Is there a sari?" ”

"Yes." Mingrou replied with difficulty.

"Give it to me."

"Okay." Ming Rou took out a white gauze in the dowry box and handed it to him, Du Zhong neatly tore off the gauze and began to bandage the wound in circles. Every tiny movement of his would tear at the wound.

Mingrou bit her lip and said, "Let me come." ”

Du Zhong was a little surprised, then nodded, and Mingrou walked over to catch the sari, wrapped around her body, and covered the wound layer by layer. Her hands couldn't stop trembling, Du Zhong looked at her quietly, suddenly grabbed her hand, and said, "Don't be nervous, it doesn't hurt." ”

Mingrou was stunned, his hands were a little rough, and his palms were warm. She quickly shook off his hand, "Miss Ben didn't care about you because of her own affection." Quickly tied the knot, and she quickly jumped away.

Du Zhong took out the medicine bottle from his cuff and ate a black pill, which was given by Jiang Zhenning and had a miraculous effect on detoxification.

"I'll buy you a new gown." He looked at Mingrou.

Mingrou blushed, "Miss Ben's family has a big business, and I will reward you with just a piece of yarn." ”

Du Zhong was indifferent, half loud, he said, "It's not early." Let's rest. He slapped the bed.

"I don't sleep, just sit here."

Du Zhong smiled, "Whatever you want." He pulled the quilt over and slept on his own.

Mingrou stared at him, angry and annoyed, she moved the stool to the corner, shrunk back, and complained in her heart, Miss Jiang Mingrou actually fell to the point of having no bed to sleep.

She glared at the man who had slept peacefully on the bed, and in the flickering candle, perhaps because he had unguarded, his angular face softened. Mingrou turned her face away and whispered: "I've never seen this kind of person, I fell asleep by myself, and let a little woman sit on the cold bench." ”

Du Zhong gently raised the corners of his lips and snorted intentionally. In late spring and March, the coolness of the night seeped in through the window, and Mingrou wrapped her clothes tightly. Before she knew it, sleepiness hit her, and she leaned against the wall and fell asleep.

In a daze, she felt a pair of warm hands hug her.

The morning light was faint, Mingrou stretched her waist, and muttered: "Cai Chun, pour me some water, I'm dying of thirst." ”

Du Zhong sat at the table, holding a wooden cup and swaying leisurely.

Mingrou was annoyed, "Why haven't you come yet?" Where's this bad girl's madness? She muttered, sat up reluctantly, rubbed her eyes, and the morning light fell into her eyes, and Du Zhong, dressed in blue, suddenly appeared in sight.

"You! Why are you in Miss Ben's room? She pointed at Du Zhong and said angrily.

Du Zhong hugged his arms and looked at her for a long time, "Does Miss Jiang know what night it is?" ”

Mingrou lowered her head in disgrace, very embarrassed, how could she forget that she had married into the Du family yesterday, and this morning, she was not in her boudoir, but in their new house. But wasn't she sitting on a stool last night? Why are you lying in bed now?

Mingrou hugged the quilt and said in an unkind tone: "I ask you, why did I sleep on the bed?" ”

"That's what you say." Du Zhong stretched out his tone, "Last night, when I was about to be ugly, a strong wind suddenly blew you to the bed. ”

"You think I'm a three-year-old child! I tell you Du Zhong, although I am married to you, I do not want to be with you. Therefore, I advise you not to have any dirty thoughts about me, my eldest lady of the Jiang family is not easy to bully! Mingrou glared at Du Zhong.

"Hmm." Du Zhong nodded, very indifferent. Mingrou felt that her fist had hit the cotton, and it was so soft that people couldn't do anything.

Cai Chun and Xiu'er came in with water to serve, and Du Zhong went out first. He said, "I'll wait for you outside, and we'll go to offer tea to my father and mother in a while." ”

After Mingrou finished grooming, Cai Chun deliberately chose a pink pleated moon skirt for her. Walking together with Eucommia, it is a good match.

Mingrou followed behind Du Zhong and looked at the huge Du Mansion. There are no small bridges, no pavilions, ancient trees and flowers are planted everywhere, the more empty, although not shabby, it is far less than the Yongrong and rich style of Jiang Wangfu.

Du Zhong stopped suddenly, and Mingyu almost hit him on the back.

"Why don't you go?"

Du Zhong moved to the side, he lowered his head slightly, and said softly: "What I saw last night, I hope that Miss Jiang will not say much." ”

The warm breath wafted through Mingrou's neck, tickling.

"You want me to help you, why?" Mingrou looked up at him.

"That's right, I'm your husband." Du Zhong looked at her steadily, his obsidian eyes calmly without a trace of waves.

Unlike Han Qingcai, who writes everything on his face, Du Zhong is obviously complicated. The bloody and tricky murder cases he has experienced are unimaginable for a squeamish lady like Mingrou. As he looked at her now, she couldn't look at him directly, the gaze was too pressing. She nodded nonchalantly.

The second elder of the Du family is very kind, especially Mrs. Du. has been holding Mingrou's hand affectionately and asking for warmth.

Thinking of the two newlywed Yan'er, Mrs. Du quickly let them leave. When Mingrou returned to her room, she saw Mrs. Du's two maids tidying up beside their bedside.

The two looked at the bloodstain on the bed and smiled at each other. Mingrou looked away, picked up the fan and fanned the wind, and there was a burst of heat on her face. Du Zhong leaned against the door and said, "You can eat breakfast alone, I'll go to Dali Temple." ”

Mingrou didn't raise her head, and lazily responded.