Qin Jingan, as a man, is not good for staying in his daughter's room for a long time, his hands are bloody, and he washes them before leaving.

She boiled water for her and poured it into the tub. The clothes on his body were soaked with sweat, mixed with the smell of blood, and the smell was terrible.

Wanhua found a set of clothes for Meng Yuyun and said that she was going to bathe her.

Meng Yuyun's cheeks were crimson, she looked at the smoky bath bucket, avoided the sight of Wanhua a little, and said, "I can do it myself!"

"You're here for menstruation, and you're weak, so you'll faint in pain." Wanhua smiled and touched the little girl's uneven hair, "I'll help you get a piece of hygiene later." ”

The word menstruation, Meng Yuyun once heard A-Niang say. A-Niang said that the girl who came to menstruation will grow up, and she will be able to leave her mother in a year or two.

At that time, she hugged A-Niang and didn't let go, pouting and muttering: "A-Nan will never leave her mother for the rest of her life."

The weather was very cold, Meng Yuyun was a little trembling when she took off her clothes, and she didn't look at her with a smile, and reached out to pick up a string of water droplets in the bucket.

Meng Yuyun took off all the clothes on her body in the hazy moisture, revealing a thin body.

She is young, her figure is not very well developed, her chest is flat, and her ribs are obvious. There are many burn scars on the body, which are especially noticeable on the snow-white skin.

Stepping into the bath with high water temperature, Meng Yuyun buried her body in it, as if this would allow the ripples of water to cover the ugly scars on her body.

Wanhua's distressed gaze fell on her face, rolled up her sleeves, got some bath beans on her hand, and touched Meng Yuyun's body.

The slightly cool palm touched Meng Yuyun's left shoulder, she subconsciously trembled, and her cheeks became hotter and hotter.

"Actually, why do my daughter's family do anything, I just hope that you will grow up healthy and happy, and then honestly find someone to marry. But you don't want to. Wanhua said, and couldn't help but bow her head and smile.

Married? Meng Yuyun was in a trance, and in her mind, Qin Jing'an was wearing a wedding robe, beautiful and not feminine, it was really good-looking!

The picture in her mind turned, a raging fire burned her past, and those men in black who chased and killed with swords had not yet received the punishment they deserved.

Meng Yuyun stretched out her arm a little melancholy, and the traces left by the water droplets on her skin were very shallow and light.

She changed the subject, "In a few days, I'll help you find a good family, how about it?" ”

A teasing smile hung on Meng Yuyun's face, and the person who was teased had a trace of helplessness in her eyes, she shook her head, and picked up the water and threw it on the white and tender body in the water.

"No, I'm from this background, how can a good family want it."

Meng Yuyun was very dissatisfied with her looking down on herself so much, "What's wrong with the girl in the Qinglou?" You didn't do it voluntarily! ”

Wanhua didn't want to dwell too much on this matter, so she took a bath towel and handed it to Meng Yuyun, turned around, "I'll put your clothes on it, wipe your body clean, and come out, it's not good to soak for a long time." ”

Meng Yuyun wore a shirt, but Wanhua didn't let her wear it, closed the doors and windows tightly, and let Su Xin and Rhubarb squat side by side at the door to guard.

She didn't know where to take a clothes measuring ruler, so Meng Yuyun stretched out her hand and stood upright.

Wanhua carefully measured every inch of her body, not a millimeter. And the person who was measured was a little stunned, she was not cold just after bathing.

She was already much shorter than the flower, and finally grew at the shoulder, and now the flower squatted slightly, face to face with her, and her breath seemed to be able to hit each other's faces.

Meng Yuyun relaxed her breath very uncomfortably, turned her face away, and asked, "What is this?"

The color of the flower face did not change, and secretly wrote down the size, and said: "Make you two new clothes, although my female popularity is not very good, but you are a little girl, just dress warmly."

Hearing this, Meng Yuyun was stunned, her complicated gaze fell on Wanhua's soft face, she thought that no one noticed that her clothes were short.

After struggling for a moment, Meng Yuyun's eyes were red, and she replied softly: "Thank you."

The two fluttering words drilled into Wanhua's ears, her movements paused, the smile on her face became richer and richer, and she knocked on the top of Meng Yuyun's head with hatred of iron and steel, "You helped me so much, I was moved when I made you two clothes?" ”

Meng Yuyun didn't speak, she took the initiative to reach out her hand, hugged Wanhua, put her face to her heart, and said in a muffled voice: "You are too good to me."

Wanhua froze in place, her eyes were complicated, and the raised hand slowly rested on Meng Yuyun's emaciated back, through a thin layer of fabric, the warm body temperature spread to her palm, and also warmed her heart that no longer knew how many scars.

After measuring the size, Meng Yuyun went to scoop a bowl and drank brown sugar water, the brown sugar water was very sweet, the kind that was sweet in her heart.

Although the lower abdomen still hurts, it can already be tolerated. Huahua gave her a hand stove, which she held in her arms, warm and comfortable.

It's just that she can't go to the yamen today, and her current state, if she leaves the hand stove and doesn't walk a few steps, she will faint again.

There was a discarded iron pot in Master's house, and he put it in it with red-hot charcoal, and put the pot under a table covered with cloth, and the cloth covered it, and it was not very choking, and it was quite comfortable.

A few days ago, Meng Yuyun bought a set of ink treasures and a stack of rough paper on the street, which were of inferior quality, but they were bought for Su Xin to try to write, and they were enough.

Su Xin obediently wrote stroke by stroke under the guidance of Hua Hua, although Hua Hua entered the Qinglou at a very young age, but "Female Ring" and "Female Virtue" have also been read, and I also know some words, there is no problem in teaching Su Xin.

Meng Yuyun lay on the table, tilting her head to look at Su Xin's serious appearance, her eyes were full of warmth.

Rhubarb, who has entered the winter, also knows that he is afraid of the cold, and curls up at Meng Yuyun's feet, his eyes lazily half-open, and his tail wagging against the ground from time to time.

Tang Nan wanted to carry the sweet potato given by Uncle Yang of the Yamen, and when he came back with great interest, he saw such a happy look.

These days, he is very busy, and he has disappeared for three days.

Meng Yuyun grinned and pointed to the sweet potato in the basket he was carrying, "It's just right, there's charcoal here, let it in!" ”

Huahua volunteered to take it and threw the sweet potatoes into the charcoal pot one by one.

"You don't look good, what's wrong?" When Tang Nan wanted to sit down, Su Xin subconsciously wanted to get up, feeling that he was unreasonable.

But Meng Yuyun pressed her shoulder stiffly, with a calm smile, "It's nothing, it's just not very comfortable, just rest for two days." ”

Hearing this, Tang Nan wanted to be skeptical, because Meng Yuyun didn't see anything uncomfortable except for his pale face.