The boundless darkness enveloped Ruan Yuyi, and she felt his hand leave on her, and she stood up to touch it, but it was empty again. She had to call, "Your Majesty? ”

Someone suddenly came up behind him, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Wrong." ”

She fumbled a few times before she grabbed his wrist, "Husband." ”

"Untie it for me, I don't like this," she said softly, ignoring his answer, and called again, "Husband-"

He listened so well that he grabbed her by the chin and turned her face sideways. A kiss fell on the small mouth that kept opening and closing, and gently refused, "No." ”

She always hides the alienation in her eyes very well on weekdays, and when her desire overflows, she can't tell it anymore. But he can still be caught squarely.

Sometimes, he would rather he didn't find out.

His heart sank slightly, and he stroked the silk that covered the little lady's eyes, and under his fingertips were her warm eyes and slightly convex nose bones.

The air around them seemed to be getting hot inch by inch, and the two of them breathed intertwined.

Suddenly, behind the thin wooden door, there was a knock on the door, and someone said behind the door, "Childe, madam, my mother is afraid that you will be cold, and she borrowed a quilt from the neighbor for you." ”

It's Brother Aqing.

Jiang Huaiyang ignored it, attached it to her ear, and whispered, "Answer him." ”

Where could she speak, only a faint snort escaped from her nose.

Brother Aqing, who was outside the door, saw that there was no sound inside, and knocked on the door again, "Childe? Madam? ”

After being deprived of sight, all feelings are constantly amplified. She was almost groggy and about to fall, but every time she didn't touch the bottom, she was awakened by the knock at the door.

She struggled a few times, and this time he seemed intent on letting her open the door. She almost fell to the ground, but he helped her to get her on her feet.

She untied the knot at the back of her head, looked down and straightened her dress, and made sure that there was nothing wrong with it, before she walked to the door.

She only opened a crack in the door, and poked out half of her face, "I'm sorry, I'm just resting, it's late." ”

Through the crack in the door, Brother Aqing saw a pair of eyes like morning dew, and the tails of the eyes were red. He was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said, "If anything, I don't know that Madame has stopped and knocked on the door so loudly, it must have disturbed you." ”

His face flushed, and his hand holding the futon tightened again.

She barely stood until she clasped the door. She curled her lips politely, "I'm tired of you." I'll leave this futon at the door first, and I'll pick it up later, okay? ”

For some reason, he only felt that her voice was a little more coquettish than what he heard during the day. He answered in a panic, but before he could think about it, he put down the futon and ran away.

After taking a few steps, he regained his strength, and his mind was full of those bright eyes. The more he thought about it, the more wrong it became, and he was suddenly stunned, and knocked his forehead in annoyance.

- Isn't it just disturbing people?

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The next morning, when the sky was gray and it was impossible to tell what time it was, Ah Qing tiptoed up, lit a candlelight, and embroidered the unfinished wedding dress by the light of the fire.

Mu Xiang slept lightly because she had to take care of the inner room because of Su Ri, and when she heard the movement, she opened her eyes in a daze.

After a little freshening up, he pushed the door and walked out, just as he ran into Brother Aqing who was going to the town.

Mu Xiang called him, "Childe is going to the market?" ”

"Go to the mountains to pick some herbs, and go back at noon when it's a big mistake." He swept the bamboo basket on his back, and his rough hands revealed the scene.

The first time he was called like this, he looked awkward.

She hadn't forgotten Miss's explanation, so she took a silver hairpin that Miss Er handed her yesterday and handed it to him, saying, "When Son-in-law comes back, I will buy some food by the way." ”

Their family of four couldn't eat, and they were enthusiastic about entertaining the three of them, which made it even more difficult. Therefore, it is not easy to eat and drink in vain.

"It's—" He hesitated to answer.

Still at Mu Xiang's insistence, stuffed into his palm. As soon as he thought that this hairpin had been in that person's cloud sideburns, he felt that this thing was so burning that he had to tuck it into his sleeve and leave.

Ruan Yuyi's original intention was to add something to Ah Qing's family, so that their life would not be so sad.

But after thinking about it, I didn't expect that this would cause others to be red-eyed.

Brother Aqing carried the herbs, and when he came back with a basket of rice, noodles and fresh meat, he was running into Aunt Yu who came out to draw water. He greeted her with a smile when he saw her coming towards him.

Aunt Yu snorted, her eyes staring directly at the bamboo basket behind him, or the things inside, "Is this a windfall from those weeds?" If that's the case, catch Ming'er and go up the mountain and pull up the useless one at my aunt's house. ”

"Auntie, those things are herbs. And it's not like selling herbs in exchange, that idea can't be exchanged for that. He looked helpless.

Aunt Yu only thought he was hiding it, and pulled his sleeve and didn't let go, "Is this unwilling to help my aunt?" ”

He pursed his lips, thinking that he had borrowed a futon from her house yesterday, and he couldn't keep his mouth shut, because he said, "There are distinguished guests at home, and they are not used to eating light food in the village, these are exchanged for their money, and they have nothing to do with our family." ”

Aunt Yu's eyes flashed slightly, and she said with a smile, "Since that's the case, then go back quickly, don't ask the guests to wait for a long time." ”

He breathed a sigh of relief, sighed, and hurried to his house.

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said that after Ruan Yuyi got up in the morning and finished washing, she had to borrow a dress from Ah Qing, who was similar to her, because she had no clothes to change.

Ah Qing turned over a long time before she came up with a new set of clothes, which she was still going to wear when she met her husband's clan the day after she got married.

She knew why, but she became more and more embarrassed. I saw that I had a hairpin in my hair, which didn't match this dress, because Yang Aqing tied the same braid as her for herself.

Ah Qing confirmed it several times, and Fang started to dismantle her bun, while tearing it down, she still regretted it in her heart.

After a while, Ah Qing braided her hair, "Okay, madam, take a look." ”

There was no bronze mirror here, so she had to look at her shadow by the reflection of the basin. All of her black hair was tucked back behind her head, and some shredded sideburns leaked out, outlining her beautiful face.

In fact, it was not clear in the water, so she turned her head sideways and asked Jiang Huaiyang, "Husband, is this appropriate?" ”

His eyes darkened slightly, and he praised it.

She knew that he was picky, and used him as a mirror, and got an affirmative answer, so she bent her eyebrows.

It wasn't until Ah Qing Niang lit a fire and the smoke curled up to the sky that Ah Qing's brother came back.

It is rare for Aqing's family to see such food in one place, and in the past, meat could only be bought at the end of the year to sacrifice to the Five Organs Temple, and only some cheap parts were bought. Ah Qing's father reached out to rummage.

I didn't want to be hit by Ah Qingniang, so I stopped my hand and muttered something.

"We can't take these with us, and if we can't finish eating, you can stay." Jiang Huaiyang glanced at the rice and noodles in the bamboo basket and said.

Aqing's family thanked them repeatedly, but they never thought that their kindness would get so many benefits.

I was just eating, but I suddenly heard someone knocking on the door, light, heavy. Before anyone could open the door, the door that had not been closed opened by itself, and a drunkard staggered in.

(End of chapter)