Cold rain and cold wind, Zhuang Xun's forehead was close to Siqin Mi's chin, but his excitement was cooler than that of his hotter forehead.

"Have you breathed, Madame Siqin, are you resurrected? But I saw you beheaded. Zhuang Xun said in confusion that he couldn't react well after being hugged.

"Yes, fortunately, with the grace of His Majesty the King of Rotation, Huanyang and Lang Jun will do their best as husband and wife, don't dig it, first avoid the rain and make a fire, and dry Lang Jun's wet clothes." Judging that Zhuang Xun was suffering from the wind and cold, and felt the temperature from the top of Zhuang Xun's forehead, Si Qinmi thought about quickly warming up Zhuang Xun and not wearing wet clothes anymore.

"Hmm." Without the taut strings, people are slacking.

"There are farmers nearby, but the concubine is not convenient to see people, we go to the mountain, the concubine remembers that there is a summer pavilion on Yu Mountain, and there is a stream next to the pavilion, which can be used for laundry." The clothes stained with blood, a large area of dark blood red, I don't know what kind of murderer I thought it was, Si Qinmi said after thinking about it

"Then I'll borrow some flint and just return the hoe." Zhuang Xun said laxly that since the person is alive, the coffin does not need to be buried.

"Wait, Lang Jun will go to the farmhouse to rest, the concubine will bury the coffin first, and the concubine will die and be resurrected, and the less people know about it, the better." Si Qinmi looked at the coffin, she was dead, and she couldn't let people know about it, so she had to put the coffin into the ground.

"I'll come, how can I let you come." Zhuang Xun also thought of it, and he walked to the coffin.

"But Langjun has been infected with the wind and cold, you go to the farmhouse to warm up first, the concubine buries the coffin, and the clothes come to you later." Siqin Mi looked at Zhuang Xun worriedly.

"It's not going to die, and besides, it's just covered with dirt, you go wash your clothes and we'll go straight home." The pit was already half-dug and too lazy to dig it, so Zhuang Xun pushed the coffin to the shallow pit and began to cover the soil.

"I'll do it anyway, you rest." Si Qinmi also felt that it made sense, and picked up the hoe on the side to learn to cover the soil.

"Don't waste time, you wash your clothes so that you can go back to the city, or you and I will have to wait for the clothes to be washed after you and I finish covering the soil." Zhuang Xun was very tired, but he still insisted on speaking.

"That's good." Siqin Mi rolled in the mud, and the blood turned into sludge.

The former lady didn't seem to care about rolling in the mud, let alone labor, picking up the hoe, she did it faster than Zhuang Xun, Zhuang Xun was ashamed, and her good impression of Si Qinmi increased greatly.

Probably because she doesn't have much of a fight, it's really amazing that she is willing to do it.

"I'm sorry, but I took the liberty of getting married to see you off the city." Zhuang Xun gathered up the dirt and apologized to her.

"Let's go back and talk about it, Lang Jun, you rest." Si Qin Mi sped up his movements.

Zhuang Xun didn't listen to her, and she didn't listen to Zhuang Xun, and the two of them worked faster and faster.

As long as the coffin is sent into the soil, no matter how big the soil bag is, as long as the coffin is put into the soil, pat the soil bag and the two look at each other and smile.

"The daughter of the pianist died here." Si Qinmi muttered, and the two left together.

returned the farmer's farm tools, refused to clean them in the farmer's house, and the two walked into the city without anyone stopping them, and they were treated as refugees.

There are all kinds of refugees, and Si Qinmi's face is full of muddy water, and it has not attracted the attention of others.

Back to the hut he rented, Zhuang Xun still had to fight hard, boiled water to wipe his body and changed his clothes, rummaged under the quilt for a long time, found two copper coins, and went out to buy a baked cake while Siqin Mi was freshening up.

With the influx of refugees, prices have skyrocketed, and yesterday I could buy two pancakes, but today I can only buy one.

Hungry, Zhuang Xun remembered himself a year ago, and it seemed to be the same at the time, but now that he still has a place to live, he didn't hesitate to go home with the cake.

I saw the cleaned Siqin Mi, I don't know if she came back from the dead, her appearance has been ruined, and her cleaned cheeks are penetrated by blood-red bloodstains, which is as terrifying as a crack, it may be that she was beaten with stones by passers-by at that time, and she was very embarrassed when she sent wine, and it was exposed after cleaning, and she was in good shape, she wore Zhuang Xun's robe, and her delicate figure was extraordinarily good

"Mrs. Siqin, don't be disgusted, the family is simple and there is no food." Zhuang Xun took the initiative to take out the cake, his eyelids were half on the bottom, he wanted to borrow money, but at the moment he just wanted to lie down and rest, and he didn't want to move because of the fever.

"I don't eat, Lang Jun eats, Lang Jun is sick, eat more." Si Qinmi shook her head and excused herself.

"I've already eaten one, so you can eat it first." Zhuang Xun lied very naturally.

"Half for one person, I will eat if you eat." Siqin Mi wrenched the cake.

"I said I had eaten, forget it, I'll borrow some money and buy more." Seeing her resolute attitude, Zhuang Xun paced out.

"Lang Jun is sick, rest, if you want to borrow money, you are also a concubine to borrow it." Siqin Mi pulled Zhuang Xun.

"You're dead, who are you going to borrow money from?" Zhuang Xun looked at her cheeks happily, and suddenly felt much more pleasing to the eye, at least everyone would not associate her with Siqin Mi.

"No matter, Lang Jun will eat first." Siqin Mi stubbornly handed the cake to Zhuang Xun's mouth.

"Let's eat together." Zhuang Xun wanted to break free, but found that he couldn't resist her.

"Hmm." Siqin Mi nodded.

Looking at each other, one person took a bite, for fear that the other side would eat less, the two of them took a bite like this, and slowly eliminated the already small dough cake, Siqin Mi's eyes were gentle like water, Zhuang Xun looked at it twice and then turned his head.

"I'm going to borrow some money." Still hungry.

"Rest, Lang Jun." Siqin Mi pulled Zhuang Xun and pressed him down on the bed to cover him with a quilt.

"You have a good rest, good girl, and get some sleep first." Si Qinmi sat on the edge of the bed and touched Zhuang Xun's forehead, revealing a distressed expression.

"......" Zhuang Xun was already tired, and he fell asleep after going to bed.

Seeing Zhuang Xun fall asleep, Siqin Mi went to rummage through her muddy clothes, found the belly pocket she had taken off, and rinsed it with water, revealing a delicate pattern, on which were mandarin ducks playing in the water.

She stared at it for a long time, as if she had made up her mind.

A handful of torn belly pockets, the nails picked out the sewn mandarin duck gold thread, and kneaded the gold wire into a strand.

When Zhuang Xun woke up, he was awakened by a stream of medicinal incense, Siqin Mi was squatting in front of a small medicine stove, the small fan was fanning the fire, and the clothes became women's, but they became cloth clothes, the whole was gray, and it seemed that people were also dusty, but Rao was so she still had a leisurely temperament.

"Where did you get the money to buy the medicinal herbs?" Zhuang Xun's throat was hoarse, and his voice was sullen.

"There was gold wire on the concubine's belly pocket, which was torn off and exchanged for copper coins, and she grabbed medicine and bought some cloth, food, charcoal fire, and more than 100 documents." Siqin Mi sat on the edge of the bed and took out the warm dough from the inner lining.

"Lang Jun wake up hungry, eat writing bread first to satisfy hunger." Siqin Mi gently helped Zhuang Xun up, put the copper coin on the table, made a jingling sound, and handed the dough to his mouth again.

"Thank you." With a light fragrance of the bread, Rao is Zhuang Xun was sick and was also aroused by the worms, knowing that it was not Siqin Mi who gave the only remaining cake to himself, Zhuang Xun swallowed it in a big gulp, and after eating a few bites, he felt that it was not very elegant before taking the bread, and took a small bite.

Siqin Mi watched Zhuang Xun eat the cake, and handed him a little honey to drink, before he stretched his brows and went to see how the medicine was boiling.

"Now can you tell me how you got back to life, madam?" Zhuang Xun felt full, and after lying on the bed a little refreshed, he asked, thought about it, paused, and added: "There is also the fate of husband and wife." ”