Boundless darkness enveloped Ruan Yuyi. She felt his hands leaving her body. She stood up and touched, but there was nothing. She could only call, "Your Majesty?"
Someone suddenly surrounded him behind him, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Wrong."
She fumbled for a few times before pressing his wrist and saying, "Husband."
"Untie it for me, I don't like this," she said softly. Without hearing his answer, she called again, "Husband——"
He was satisfied with what he heard, so he grabbed her chin and turned her face sideways. He placed a kiss on the small mouth that was constantly opening and closing, and refused lightly, "No."
She usually hid the alienation in her eyes very well, and when desire overtook her, she couldn't even tell it. But he could still catch her clearly.
Sometimes, he would rather he never discovered it.
His heart sank slightly, and he stroked the silk scarf covering the young lady's eyes. Under his fingertips were her warm eyes and slightly protruding nose bones.
The air around them seemed to be getting hotter and hotter, and their breaths intertwined.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door behind the thin wooden door. Someone said from behind the door, "Sir, madam, my mother was afraid that you would be cold, so she borrowed a quilt from a neighbor for you."
It's brother Aqing.
Jiang Huaiyang ignored her and whispered in her ear, "Answer him."
She couldn't speak, only a weak hum escaped from her nasal cavity.
Brother A Qing outside the door saw that there was no sound inside, so he knocked on the door again, "Sir? Madam?"
After being deprived of her sight, all her feelings were continuously amplified. She was almost dazed and about to fall, but every time she failed to reach the bottom, she was woken up by a knock on the door.
She struggled a few times, and this time he seemed to let her go to open the door intentionally. She almost fell to the ground, but he gave her a hand to make her stand firm.
She untied the knot at the back of her head, lowered her head to check and straightened her dress, making sure there was nothing wrong before walking to the door.
She only opened the door a crack and poked half of her face out, "Sorry, I just took a break, so I came a little late."
Through the crack in the door, what Brother Ah Qing saw was a pair of eyes full of morning dew, with red eyes. He was startled for a moment and said hurriedly, "I don't know if my wife stopped and knocked on the door."
Being so loud must have disturbed you."
His face turned red, and his hands holding the quilt tightened.
She could only stand by holding the door tightly. She curved her lips politely and said, "Excuse me. Leave this quilt at the door first. I will pick it up later, okay?"
For some reason, he just felt that her voice was a bit more charming than what he heard during the day. He responded in a panic, put down the bedclothes without thinking much, and ran away as if running away.
After walking a few steps, he finally regained his composure, and his mind was filled with those bright eyes. The more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. He suddenly froze, and tapped his forehead in annoyance.
——Isn’t it just disturbing others?
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The next morning, the sky was gray and it was hard to tell what time it was, so A-Qing stood up quietly, lit a candle, and with the light of the fire, lowered her head to embroider the unfinished wedding dress.
Mu Xiang slept lightly because she had to take care of the inner room. Now she heard some noise and opened her eyes in a daze.
After freshening up a little, I opened the door and walked out, when I met Brother Aqing who was going to town.
Muxiang called him, "Master, are you going to the market?"
"Go to the mountains to collect some medicinal herbs. We'll go back when we make a big mistake at noon." He weighed the bamboo basket on his back, his rough hands showing the scene.
The first time he was called like this, he looked awkward.
She had not yet forgotten the young lady's instructions, so she took a silver hairpin that the young lady had given her yesterday and handed it to him, saying, "I would like to ask you to buy some food when you come back."
Their family of four couldn't eat enough, and they were eager to entertain three guests, which made it even more difficult. Therefore, they couldn't eat and drink for free.
"This-" He hesitated and refused to answer.
Still at Mu Xiang's insistence, he stuffed it into his palm. When he thought about the hairpin that had been stuck in that person's temples, he felt that it was very burning, so he had to stuff it into his sleeves randomly, say goodbye and leave.
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Ruan Yuyi's original intention was to add some things to Ah Qing's family so that their life would be less miserable.
But no matter how hard I thought about it, I never imagined that this would make others look red.
When Brother Ah Qing came back carrying herbs and a basket of rice, flour and fresh meat, he met Aunt Yu who came out to fetch water. He saw her walking towards him and said hello with a smile.
Aunt Yu let out a cry and stared straight at the bamboo basket behind him, or rather the things inside, "Did you make a fortune from those weeds? If that's true, I'll go up the mountain tomorrow and pick up the guy from Auntie's house.
It’s useless.”
"Auntie, those are medicinal herbs. And they were not obtained by selling medicinal herbs. That idea cannot be exchanged for these." He looked helpless.
Aunt Yu just thought he was hiding something and held on to his sleeve, "Are you unwilling to help Auntie?"
He pursed his lips, thinking that he had borrowed a bedding from her house yesterday, so he could not keep silent, because he said, "We have distinguished guests at home, and they are not used to the simple food in the village. These are
What we exchanged with their money has nothing to do with our family."
Aunt Yu's eyes flashed slightly and she said with a smile, "In that case, then go back quickly and don't keep the guests waiting for too long."
He breathed a sigh of relief, sighed, and hurried towards his home.
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But it was said that after Ruan Yuyi got up in the morning and washed herself, she had no other clothes to change, so she had to borrow a dress from A Qing, who was similar in stature to her.
Ah Qing rummaged for a long time before she found a new set of clothes, which she planned to wear when meeting her husband's clan members the day after her wedding.
She knew the reason and became even more embarrassed. She also saw that she had hairpins on her hair, which did not match the clothes, so Yang Aqing tied her hair in the same braid as hers.
Ah Qing confirmed it several times before starting to remove her bun. While doing so, she still felt regretful.
It didn't take long for Ah Qing to braid her hair and said, "Okay, madam, take a look."
There was no bronze mirror here, so she had to use the reflection of the basin to look at her own shadow. Her black hair was all tied back, and some fine sideburns leaked out, outlining her charming face.
In fact, she couldn't see clearly in the water, so she turned her head and asked Jiang Huaiyang, "Husband, is this appropriate?"
His eyes darkened slightly and he praised.
She knew that he was picky and used him as a mirror. When she got a positive answer, she frowned.
It wasn't until Ah Qing's mother lit a fire and the smoke was drifting into the sky that Ah Qing's brother came back.
It’s rare for Ah Qing’s family to see so many delicacies in one place. In the past, meat could only be bought at the end of the year to offer sacrifices to the Five Zang Temple, and only cheap cuts were bought. Ah Qing’s father stretched out his hands to dig through it.
Not wanting to be slapped on the back of her hand by A Qingniang, she stopped her hand and muttered something.
"We can't take these away. If we can't finish them, you can keep them." Jiang Huaiyang glanced at the rice, noodles and meat in the bamboo basket and said.
Ah Qing's family thanked them profusely, never thinking that their momentary kindness would bring them so many benefits.
Just as I was eating, I suddenly heard someone knocking on the door, lightly, then hard. Before anyone could open the door, the door, which was not closed tightly, opened on its own, and a drunk man stumbled in.